Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Echoes of the Past

The blue skies of Britannia always seemed different from everywhere else. Even though they were all under the same sky, it just always seemed brighter there.

All the villagers there mutually watched out for fancy carriages adorned in gold because usually that meant that the central kingdom had come to visit. The palace guards also knew this, they were very close to the royal family despite their professional status.

The usual central king exited the carriage, but to their surprise this time a stunning young man stepped out as well. With his pure white skin and gold embossed patterned uniform, he swept his sleeve and followed the king through the grand marble doors.

America traced the patterns engraved on the palace walls with the tip of his fingers, it brought him an overwhelming amount of nostalgia.

4 children running through the halls with beaming smiles on their lips, they would habitually trace their hands on the walls as they ran like a lucky charm. Then their mother would always come along bearing fresh pastries for them, she would always smell like cinnamon and freshly baked bread.

The children would lightly nip on their pastries, huddled in a corner as France would tell them stories. One of the most prominent ones America remembered was when his mother told the story of her golden bracelet. Her voice was as gentle as always, "this was a gift your father gave me back when we were in school, the Jade coloured gem in the middle always reminded me of his eyes. Your father also has one, both of us always lightly stroke it when we're nervous because it reminds us of each other."

Then America would always laugh because his dad had heterochromatic eyes, one was green and the other was red.

At the end of the day France would lead them back to their room as she crooned a small tune, melody filled the hallways as the sun sunk lower and the moon rose in all its glory.

But those days were merely a distant memory now, the canvas of memory wiped away before the paint had yet to dry. Everything was smeared, the canvas served as a daunting reminder to the Prince of what he had left behind.

By the corner of his eyes he spotted a figure in the distance, a young girl with long braided hair donned in a beautiful white dress. She pursed her lips in thought then scampered away out of the Prince's sight the second they locked gazes.

'Zealand..' America couldn't help remember when he shoved a knife to her throat once.

"Stop daydreaming lets go," the king called over to America. The prince snapped out of his stupor and followed along, he had to remind himself he wasn't here to visit them, he was here just for business.

He stood in front of the familiar office doors, it looked just the same as the day he gave himself up, the same carvings and everything.

France and Britain turned their head to the door as it slowly opened with solemn expressions. But their faces morphed into shock when they saw America walk in as well, it had been years since they last saw him and they didn't forget what state he was in back when they did visit him.

The prince kept up the guise of indifference, he stood by the corner of the room with his hands behind his back as he stared off into the distance.

Britain shook himself awake, he also ignored America and turned to the king where they discussed political matters. The American prince could feel Britain and France's gazes land on him occasionally as the discussion progressed.

"Since we've come to an agreement, this royal one will be taking my leave," he said loftily.

"America, since I'm a good father I'll let you spend some time with the Britannia family. I trust you wouldn't do anything preposterous would you?" The king turned to America on his way out.