[Fanfiction Countryhumans x OC] Let the flame paint your soul

Chapter 6: The Raven

Every night and day, Jocasta stayed in the hotel, sitting at the balcony and watching the outside. The fire was spreading all over the streets. She could hear the screaming and the shooting. Even Berdina couldn't go out to pay her a visit.

Sometimes, she received messages from Britain, America and France. Each of them wrote about a different topic. Britain was concerned with her meals and sleep. America said that the hot air of these days reminded him of the Westside of his country. France enjoyed discussing with her some songs and poems that they both loved...

No one mentioned the war.

And German Empire didn't write to her.

Jocasta sat alone at the desk in her room, leaving the balcony door open to let some fresh air in. She was writing responses to those letters she had received.

"You shouldn't let the door open".

She heard a voice coming from the balcony.

That was Russian Empire. There was no moonlight tonight, the only light in the room was the dim kerosene lamp on her desk.

"Don't lighten up the light. I don't want you to see me now".

He threatened and she obeyed.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing in particular".

She couldn't see his expression, but she could imagine it through his sardonic smile. He touched the letters on the desk, his hands tightening on those papers as if he was fighting himself not to tear them into pieces.

"They dare treat you like this?"

Jocasta could smell blood coming from his body. It was clear that they were not his blood.

"Don't".

Russian Empire placed his hands on the desk, blocking her between his arms. His breath stuck her hair.

"It's alright".

Jocasta simply said. She knew that the country commanders were monitoring her. The Japanese didn't let her leave the hotel. The Dutch stood on the street every evening, where he could see her room and only left when he saw her.

Those letters.

Just a way to do it more softly.

"What if I stole you from them?"

Russian Empire whispered, kissed her head passionately.

Jocasta didn't respond, but she knew that he could feel her shivering.

Russian Empire laughed.

"You're lucky that my hands are dirty now".

Jocasta didn't look back until she sensed that the man had gone.

She noticed that there was a pot of sunflowers on her balcony.

The smell of blood continued to haunt the night.

.

.

"Hide your talons as you're flying

Circling over my head

Do not seek for prey where I'm lying

Pitch-black raven, I'm not dead..."

Russian Empire sang along while walking on the desolate streets. His feet were dancing over the dead bodies. His hands were holding onto the air as if someone was there.

"Are you going to join me?"

Russian Empire smirked, his eyes glared at the shadow standing in a small alley.