Russia, a dragon and America, a prince used as a human weapon of the military. In a world where everyone has abilities, after Russia tried to assassinate the prince, America made the outrageous request of wanting Russia, a murderer, to be his guard...
The crowd was stunned silent until a student screamed in horror at what had just happened. Gradually more and more students started to panic.
"Orion."
A glowing arrow shot out from the side of the arena and hit Russia in the arm. He flinched to the side in reflex, China took this opportunity to shove Russia off. The red dragon scattered away, clutching his side burnt arm, wincing in pain.
Russia also clutched his bleeding arm, he gripped the arrow firmly and removed it. He felt the stinging pain overwhelm him and the crimson liquid slide down his arm. When he glanced at the arrow, the arrow was glowing and it didn't seem to be made by normal materials. Whats more is that the arrow injured him this much even though he had his skin hardened.
"Aquarius."
A beam of water came flying at Russia, the dragon noticed a second too late, the water beam slammed into him sending him flying and smashing a crater in the stadium wall. His back prickled with overwhelming agony, his arm as well throbbed in pain.
This isn't normal, this amount of power isn't normal. The aura these moves emanated didn't feel normal.
When the smoke cleared out he saw a familiar handsome face staring back at him.
"Russia, I'm fine I can regenerate, calm down." The American prince finally spoke after a few minutes of rest to let himself heal. He presented his torso for evidence that there wasn't a bloody hole through it anymore. The Russian's eyes softened, his previously hostile glare slowly died down when he saw that America was fine.
"Exactly, and perhaps I shall have you suspended for hostility against school staff. It's quite the commotion you've stirred up." A voice spoke, Russia's eyes darted around to pinpoint their location, only for it to fall onto the ground.
A headless body walked up to the decapitated head and picked it up. "Hm it seems I must stitch myself up again," UN spoke nonchalantly as he held his head in his hands.
The audience went into even more panic, who would believe that a decapitated head is now talking.
America smiled nervously, a drop of cold sweat slid down his face, "UN forgive him, he just takes his job very seriously, we can help stitch your head back if you'd like."
Russia turned his head to America then to UN, then back to America, then to UN again. He was simply befuddled at this current situation of talking to a severed head. It also seemed like America wasn't fazed much, it appears he had known about this.
"Don't worry about it America, I already have someone ready for the job." UN paused then continued again, his tone shifted into a taunting tone.
"After all it is the job of the stupid god that gifted me this cursed ability in the first place." UN slowly glanced over by the corner of his eyes with a grin, adorned in a glistening silver glow and 6 pairs of wings that hovered around him, that man walked up to them.
UN added, "Isn't that right EU?"
He no longer seemed like the headmaster's right hand man that everyone knew, eyes fully yellow and dripped down his cheek, his power fluctuated, almost like one glance would burn you to smithereens. "Yes," EU lowered his hand that had been previously raised to activate his ability.
The bow in his hands dissipated into thin air, the bow itself was magnificent, luminescent and glowing radiantly. It seemed to have been consisted of stars grouped together, constellations to be exact.
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