Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Dance with Death

Russia stood tall, back stiff and staring straight forward with his piercing amber eyes. In the full sized mirror he saw the reflection of himself, adorned in the outfit his prince had tailored him. Navy blue with a golden sash, as well as a matching dark cape that draped loosely on his shoulders and cascaded down to reach his knees.

Everywhere, there were golden motifs that paired along to contrast the inky dark base color. Tailored just for him, it accentuated all his curves perfectly, definitely on purpose. Now he looked more like a prince rather than a guard.

All that was missing was that teasing voice who would playfully announce how amazing he looked. When Russia glanced at the lower bunk, there was no person, there was no voice. It's been awfully quiet ever since he left this morning.

As always, America had to put his duties first, it was a shame he had to miss out on the spring ball this year.

Hurried knocks ripped through the silent air, from the other side, a voice spoke, "Russia? Are you ready?" It was South.

The Russian snapped out of his thoughts, glancing over at the table side where an unfamiliar ushanka sat. It's color dark blue to match with his outfits, and there were no ear flaps. Gingerly, he picked it up and placed it on his head, sweeping away the few strands of hair that blocked his vision. "Yeah I'm ready."

It was a spring evening, every nook and cranny had levitating flowers that filled the air with a fresh scent. The slowly setting sun bathed everyone in the aureate glow of the golden hour.

The outfits everyone wore were extravagant, each rich in their own cultural significance, well, with the exception of Germany. She didn't stray away from her usual attire, though the pair of crimson red earrings she wore were a surprising addition.

"Ooh look at you your highness~" China smirked behind his fan, beige with rosy crabapples scattered along the edges. With a roll of the eyes, Russia and the rest stalked off towards the party venue, chatting happily as they walked.

"Nice earrings," the Russian always felt an odd familiarity with Germany, though he had no idea why.

Those red gems swayed with every turn she took, as she craned her head upwards, Russia noticed, they matched her eyes. "Thank you, Poland bought me these, I was worried they looked out of place."

Her hand unconsciously reached out to touch the gem, "I like your outfit too."

"The prince made it for me,"

"He has good taste then."

"...you... look familiar, ever since I first met you I felt like I knew you from somewhere," the Russian switched the topic.

A confused expression glazed across Germany's face, placing a hand on her chin, "I... don't think we've met before?" Seeing as she furrowed her brows to scourge her brain more thoroughly, Russia waved his hands and said, "it's okay, it is an old memory so I could be mistaken. I don't have photographic memory like the prince does."

Her expression resumed to its formerly indifferent state, "very well then."

Though the day was growing dark, the chatter of the crowd didn't die down but instead grew louder. The outdoors area was illuminated by lights hung by a string as well as glowing flowers circling up the surrounding trees. Overgrown vines hung around the area and above them was a canopy of leaves and branches, sheltering them in case of unsuspecting rain.

Lanterns hung from the branches, inside were little fireflies, they were the special kind, often used in lanterns. the table benches were littered with food from end to end, all in all to Russia this looked like an extravagant picnic.