Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Head Over Heels

America made his way back to the waiting room, walking towards his teammates where they were waiting in anticipation for him.

The prince's gaze locked onto the Russian dragon.

...

'You did it again, you said you'd be better this time but you're still the same cold blooded person.' America stared at a faceless clone of him, darkness surrounded them.

'Look at your throne built upon the blood and bones of this nation, you're very similar to the central king, your methods and sins.'

Blood dripped from the ceiling, forming into a bloody throne atop a pile of bones. 'You know what you've done. Especially to him. So why do you still stand next to him? What is he to you?'

A figure appeared, a familiar tall figure, his amber eyes were lifeless, it's usual scorching gaze had seemed to die out.

The actual America's eyes flickered with turbulent emotions when the familiar figure walked up to him. He presented to America something in his hands, a shimmering silver pistol with golden leaves embedded into it.

Russia didn't hold it in a shooting position but almost as if giving a gift.

Seeing this, America jerked his head to face Russia, the prince's expression was dark and almost fearful. He could hear his heart throbbing in his chest and his breath cutting short.

Russia just smiled.

'America you're still so selfish.'

...

The prince walked up to his teammates but it seemed like he was in a daze.

"What was that?" The dragon grabbed America by the collar. He had never seen such a thing like that before, what was that thing on his arm?

Russia's eyes trailed to the prince's hand which was back to its original state, familiar pale slender hands.

With the sudden aggressive movement from his guard, America snapped out of it. His gaze was still turbulent and panicked but seeing Russia's glare calmed him down. His eyes were amber and blazing unlike the lifeless eyes he saw in his mind earlier. It soothed him.

A smile creeped on America's face, he didn't know if it looked genuine or mocking. Russia growled oddly realistically, "answer my question."

"It's my ability, weren't you curious about it since day one?"

"I am but those things are parts of your body, is it not dangerous?"

America blinked a few times, their faces were inches away from each other, heated tension sprouted between them. "Good to know you care about my safety, you're actually doing your job then."

The American prince saw the concern in his eyes, it relieved him even more. He continued, "Of course it's dangerous, they're weapons after all, consider them my fun little inventions. I'll explain after the whole tournament is over," America slipped away from Russia's grasp then strolled over back to his seat.

The others didn't actively ask him about the ability, they knew it was dangerous, despite being intrigued they'd rather just observe from afar.