Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Weapons Don't Weep

"The revolutionary strikes again! This is like the fourth time this month, I heard this time they burnt an entire forest to the ground. Last time it was the clock tower in town square... almost everyone knows them by now, there's even bounties issued straight from the kingdom for them."

"That's a bit worrying, how come the kingdom hasn't caught them yet?"

"I heard they're really strong so the kingdom hasn't been able to catch th..." the voices of the students faded away into the background as they passed the group's hearing range. Japan's face contorted in pain with every step he took, veins on his knuckles bulging.

Bright laughter filled the rowdy hallway, hardly even audible amongst the chatters of the crowd. "It's too bad we couldn't see your face when you fell," the prince snickered, wiping the imaginary tear by the corner of his eye. Infuriated, Japan retorted, "I get it! Now stop laughing!"

It was humiliating for him to have fallen right as he was about to exit the forests, palace guards hot on their trail. A sea of inferno blazing behind them as Japan twisted his ankle, falling face first into a deep crater.

America really made sure to pause and laugh at him from above. "Hurry up and help me!!" He attempted to climb the walls with no avail.

"Only if you cook something for us later when we get back," North peered in, eye curved in amusement.

Japan's cooking was to die for, he was spectacular in his craft despite his slight dislike towards the process itself.

With the crackling sounds of fire closing in rapidly, the samurai swallowed down that ounce of self pride he had left, "fine! Help me out before I get roasted."

A pair of navy blue wings unfolded for the whole world to see. A stark contrast to the saturated orange that bathed the forest, decimating everything in its path.

In a flash of blue, North scooped up Japan in his arms, bursting through the flames into the night sky. Cold air nipped their skins as the distant bellowing of guards ripped through the night. A tragic demise for those who shouldn't have gotten involved in the first place.

Of course, they couldn't dwell on it for too long, deaths of people were inevitable, especially if they insisted in going against them.

News travels faster than wildfire. It was only the next morning yet it was already the talk of the entire school. For the entire morning, they passed hallway after hallway of the same topic. At this point they were so bored of it their ears grew callouses.

"Didn't I already fulfill my end of the deal? Why are you guys still laughing at me?!"

His small burst of anger made the surrounding passerby's flinch in shock before scurrying away.

"Oh my dear Japan, we never promised we wouldn't," America said as he snaked his arm around Japan's shoulder. A smile curled on the prince's lips, "perhaps I'll stop in exchange for another meal."

"You're shitting me, I know you're not going to." Swaying left and right, Japan attempted to break out of his grip, almost tripping again in the process.

Though, their light banter was interrupted by a figure, a stack of paper in one hand while the other hand extended in front of them with a flyer.

'Spring ball in a few days!' Was written in all caps, letters adorned with flowers surrounding it. Lifting his eyes, America saw the edges of her lips stretch into a smile, "are you guys going to join? UN promises it's gonna be fun!"

Those familiar hazel eyes as well as a pair of pure white wings, arching off her back like a concave reflection. Her eyes held a glimmer of excitement behind that massive stack of flyers she held.