Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Eternal Rest

Noticing the two cloaked figures walk in, China sprinted towards them and shrunk behind Russia like he was a human shield.

"Scram I'm taking the dress off!!" The Chinese man hissed at North and Japan who were approaching him. "Don't be like that, who else is more fitting to be bait?" Japan grabbed China by the arm and pulled him over with great difficulty.

In the dim candlelight, the sharp curves of China's facial features were even more distracting. A fairly chiseled jawline and narrow eyes slanted moderately upwards, he was by no means bad looking yet by no means feminine either.

How could anyone not recognize him as a male? Even with the dress it still wouldn't be enough.

The red dragon groaned in protest, "I look nothing like a girl!"

"That's what the veil is for, as long as they don't see your face they'll never know," the Japanese man struggled with China like it was tug of war, both trying to go in opposite directions.

Pulling down his cloak, America revealed his bright face, all his injuries were already healed giving off the impression of a sheltered and pampered prince, "Well China, you also have long hair."

With one hard pull, China managed to break free from the samurai's grasps.

"Do you have something against me? Japan also has mid length hair if he let it down and besides he's also shorter than me. He's a better fit, end of story."

When looking at all of them, none of them had the looks of a girl so the closest they could get was someone with long enough hair. America sometimes wondered if they would ever get a female teammate one day.

Japan seemed revolted at the thought of it, immediately shutting down the idea, "no thanks, dresses make me dysphoric." Japan flashed a disgusted glare with a hand on his chest, you could see his face go through a roulette of colors from green to dark to pale.

Ukraine slammed the door open, they walked out adorned in a ravishing Ukrainian dress, pure white like snow and enriched with crimson red patterns in the shape of flowers. "Give it a break, people have different levels of dysphoria. Even though I'm okay with it doesn't mean he is."

As they said that, America could feel the Russian man behind him shift in his position ever so slightly.

With an audible sigh, China put his hands on his hips and shook his head in discontent, "I wasn't intending on harassing Japan again, I understand."

It didn't stop him from narrowing his eyes at Japan one last time, "fine give me that." China snatched the veil right out of the samurai's grasps and began adjusting it on his head. Japan always felt a sense of dread every time China narrowed his eyes because it always turned into a straight line with no way of reading his emotions from his gaze.

The dark veil cascaded down his face, shrouding his face in darkness with no way to discern his facial features clearly. "Hm this actually works pretty well," America scanned around the Chinese man with his hands behind his back.

China flipped the veil over his head to reveal his less than feminine face with his eyebrows creased and his lips pressed into a thin line.

A chilling yellow glare of reluctance.

Someone held back their laughter with great difficulty, "pfft- I'd rather if you kept the veil on, this image will scar me for life," North elbowed his brother lightly from the side.

"형재, (brother,) you wanna see something funny?"

Although China wasn't pleased with the treatment he was getting, he certainly didn't want to rip the dress since this isn't his dress.