"Um, Mr. Jones?" you speak up, nervous.
Alfred looks over at you in surprise. "Yes? What is it, (Name)?"
You blush, but you've already made up your mind. "You forgot the USSR. The Soviet Union was a main Ally as well."
He stares at you for a moment. "Ah... right. It must've slipped my mind." He gives you an unsure look, but continues on with his lecture anyway. Just as you're about to exit, he gives the students an assignment and crosses over to you. "Hey, (Name)?"
You shrink back, afraid he' angry with you for correcting him. "Yes, sir?"
He crosses his arms. "Don't do that again."
You look down at the tile, feeling like a reprimanded child. "Yes, sir."
His demeanor changes and his expression softens. "It's cool. I'll see you around, okay?"
You nod, surprised at his sudden change. "Yes, sir." You quickly exit the classroom, confused. "Well... that was interesting...."
Your heels click on the tile floor as you walk to the library. This was always the kind of place you spent your free time during your high school years. It was quiet, at least until your friends showed up and you would discuss anime until the bell rang.
Books surround you as the step onto the carpeted floor of the library, the steady clacking of a librarian typing away at a computer is the only noise in the quiet room. Taking it all in, you find a large world map hung on the wall, a huge mural that takes over. It's marked with flags from each country. You quickly scan over all of them, recognizing most. You trace your hand over the continents, saying each nation's name. When you reach North America, you bite your bottom lip to hold back a giggle. Canada's flag is covered with a sticky note, upon which is written "Who?".
You look to the other side at large windows overlooking the road, fields, and mountains beyond that. You smile, imagining how lovely it must be to stay up here all day. Your gaze travels slowly over the room, stopping abruptly when you see the librarian who is typing. Her platinum blonde hair is identical to Katyusha's, except her's is long and straight, topped with a large, white bow.
You freeze, not sure of what to do. "Be- Belarus..." you whisper quietly, your palms sweating. You shake your head. "No, it can't be Belarus. She can't..." Either way, you dart behind a bookcase, peeking out warily at the woman, her dark blue eyes raking the room in search of something she thought she heard. "I have to get the book. Only a librarian knows which one... oh, why is it Belarus?"