Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

The Hunt Begins

That night, Germany dropped Poland off in front of her dorm room. Both their clothes were splattered with hints of blood as well as grime from today's incident. It didn't exactly end off on a good note but at least it's almost their graduation, there should be a party for that one too.

Germany said, "thank you for the fun night."

In response Poland vigorously nodded her head to show her mutual enjoyment, her mouth was covered by the rings so it was the only way for her to show it.

Suddenly Germany was reminded of something America whispered to her on their way back, 'tell her to come to our usual meeting spot in two days at sunset.'

She didn't know what America was planning, but considering it's him, it shouldn't be good, "Poland, come join us in the prince's dorm room in two days at sunset."

Though Poland was a bit skeptical, she trusted Germany and nodded.

As a goodbye, Germany leaned in and gave her a light peck on the forehead. It was supposed to be on the cheek but the rings were in the way. Moonlight shrouded the two of them, dozens of flowers still remain levitating in close proximity with their enthralling scents.

Immediately after, the German lady flushed red and stormed off in the other direction, a few petals brushed her skin as she zoomed past.

Poland remained stunned until she heard the echoes of heels fade away into the distance. The dozens of eyes on the rings as well as the singular hazel one above her head curved, almost as if grinning. Her snowy wings fluttered and fluffed up in excitement, the gust produced caused the loose petals to twirl around her figure.

After her initial glee subsided, she entered her dorm, accidentally banging her wings against the doorframe. She always forgot to fold it back in before entering.

A girl shrieked when she noticed Poland, "Ahhh! What is that?" She almost slipped off the bed in terror. Her roommates noticed she was in her other form, of course they knew about it, but they didn't exactly like it.

She supposed to be an Angel yet she looked terrifying. Poland remembered when she first let them see her Angel form, they all backed away in fright, even asking 'are you sure you're an Angel?'

'Of course I am,' but no sounds came out.

"Hey Pol.. uh we invited some of our friends over to hang out for awhile, do you think you can like wait until we're done? You're kinda scaring them."

The polish girl rolled her many eyes in annoyance. Oddly enough, her roommates took offense at her action, "You're an Angel aren't you? You're supposed to be gentle and kind."

A pair of Snow White wings snapped open, overshadowing the group of girls, whacking the ceiling light in the process. It swayed and creaked a bit before halting into its former position.

No matter how much she wanted to argue, she couldn't, she stormed back out the door, her eyes were glazed with frustration. "You know you can always come back after it wears off!" One of their voices exclaimed through the closed door. Whether it was mockery or not, Poland wasn't sure.

With no aim in mind, she wandered the hallways of flowers, in the end she somehow ended up in the training hall. Concerning noises were audible through the closed doors.

Inside she saw North beating up one of the training dummies, it was battered and mangled till it didn't even resemble a doll anymore. "What are you doing here?" He noticed the familiar girl, her eyes blinked a few times without an answer.

"Right... I forgot you can't speak." Sweat dripped down his forehead, he stumbled over to sit against the wall, elbows propped onto his knees.

The girl sat next to him.