Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

A Trip Down Memory Lane

The putrid scent of blood swarmed the room as drops of blood slid down his pale skin, bit by bit. It was warm, a subtle reminder that he was still a human. Still alive.

America had used his sharpened finger to slice his wrist.

The Russian gripped the prince's arm in alarm. "Hey!" He shouted, stricken with panic. Meanwhile, the American prince merely raised an eyebrow, as if asking, 'why are you grabbing my arm?'

It was apparent that Russia was concerned, the message crystal clear in his gaze. "I'm strong, so you don't have to worry about me," America said with an all so familiar smirk. Russia couldn't discern whether the statement was supposed to be reassurance or boasting. But nonetheless it worked.

Slowly, Russia retracted his arm, he glanced at his now blood soaked palm. I guess it wasn't the best idea to grab onto him on the spur of the moment.

In America's mind, the circular shaped atoms morphed golden according to his will. With his precise control, one by one they grouped together into a new structure, forming gold.

America let the blood materialize drop by drop, forming into a U shaped object. Shimmering Golden as he twirled it around in his grasps. "A Golden Horseshoe, symbol of protection and good luck. This should be able to muddle with Germany's ability, as long as you have it on you."

China accepted the Golden Horseshoe that was handed to him, does this really work? And if so, how? "Can you really create ability suppressing metal?"

"Of course not! It would cancel out my ability, so nothing happens." America laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world. China couldn't accept it, there's no harm in being cautious, "then how does it work exactly?"

A cheeky smile creeped up on the prince's face, he pressed a finger to his lips, "a magician never reveals their secrets. Trust me on this one."

Seeing as he wasn't willing to reveal any more, China bottled up his concerns, letting it eat him up, at least until it was his time to get interrogated.

Another, and another, and another. America went ahead and made one for each member, they all tinkered with it in their grasps. Pure gold, it even had that golden scent to it. It's texture uncannily similar, glossy, sliding down the item with the touch of their fingertips.

"Feeling anemic?" Russia jabbed him from the side, as he pocketed the golden item without paying much attention to it. A woeful expression formed on the prince's face, "quite, but it can't be helped."

America wanted to tease him a bit, what he said was a lie, he was feeling just as fine as any other day. With his gaze gliding downwards, Russia spoke, "your blood spilt on the sheets, I'll do the laundry just this time. You go sleep in your bed."

As America followed his line of sight, he saw a patch of blood on the bedsheets. His wrist was still dripping, it had slipped his mind to heal it right after using his ability. "How thoughtful of you," the prince smiled till his eyes curved, full of sincerity, it was an expression Russia could never get used to.

"Right... if we're done, I'll be heading back to bed. " Japan voice was hoarse, and his eyelids felt heavy, a yawn threatened to spill out of his throat.

Both China and Japan left right after, anxiousness clouded their thoughts on their way back. They hoped that they could trust America on this one.

Amidst the dead silence and pitch black room, America couldn't close his eyes. The bed underneath his was empty, he had gone outside to do the laundry. And so the waiting game commenced.

10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes. America manually counted to himself with precise pauses in between timestamps. His heterochromatic eyes stared at the ceiling, mind wandering off to who knows what, of course, not forgetting to count the amount of time that passed. How cumbersome...