Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Spin the Bottle

"Raw power levels?" South tilted his head slightly, seeing how strong the prince is, he didn't understand why he had the lowest one out of all. As she lowered her leg, America took a few steps forwards, "how strong someone is isn't measured by raw power only."

A smile tugged at her lips, "Indeed, which is why I'd love to know what aspect is your strongpoint. Of course I also know you wouldn't tell me, but it doesn't hurt to try."

Ah that's right, the prince is a bloody genius. Well at least at academic stuff, not so much on the practical daily activities though. Despite being able to read people's desires and expressions well, he's still unable to process emotions properly due to his upbringing.

An odd expression flashed on Indonesia's face, his lips pursed into a thin line as he glanced back and forth at the two parties. AU noticed this, "you don't like revolutionaries do you? By your accent I'd assume you're from Asia. Bad experiences with Japanese empire? Don't worry we're not underhanded like her, we don't enslave hostages."

Japanese Empire wasn't exactly a good revolutionary. Powerful but her methods were frowned upon by others. Indonesia flinched at the mention of her name, on the other hand, Japan's anger bubbled in the pit of his stomach.

There was a flash of silver before AU felt a sharp sting at her neck as well as the sensation of dripping liquid. "Don't ever speak her name," Japan held his mother's Katana against the African woman's neck, her face was unfazed but rather amused.

"You have bad experiences too? I do wonder how you managed to dispel the curse so easily, that woman's only blood connection is her daughter so it can't be that. Perhaps your ability?"

More blood dripped down her neck as Japan pressed it with even more force. AU was fairly bemused on why her previous words angered him, was it not a compliment to have their abilities praised?

What an erratic mood this person had.

"Stand down, she is an ally," the prince extended a hand as a gesture for him to come back. Laughter erupted from the African lady, "I don't need your help."

Sweeping him off his feet, she maneuvered around him with precision, not forgetting to deflect the blade so it was out of his reach. His head was encased between her legs and slowly squeezing the life out of him as she laughed merrily.

Japan tried to say something but all he could manage out were a few splutters and gasps of air.

Suddenly, she heard a metallic noise from all around her.

It was the clacking sounds of handguns, the cloaked figures surrounded her, with the exception of one long sword as well as the tallest teammate standing at the back. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't threaten my teammate, I apologize for his rash actions earlier. Asia revolution is a sensitive topic for him."

She flipped her braid over her shoulder, "ooh shit! How'd you manage to steal the prince's guns from the palace? That's crazy cool," her eyes were glazed with fascination and her expression held intrigue as well as admiration.

Russia found her fighting style uncannily similar to a part of America's fighting moves.

Especially the thigh choke, it's almost like they followed the same exact style.

"Hehe don't worry I was just scaring him a bit, wasn't intending on killing him. After all we are allies with the same goals."

She released her deathly hold upon the Japanese man who was already 10 different shades of blue.

Strutting over to the table, she sat down with her legs crossed, "ya know I used to personally teach the prince combat back in the palace. Which is why I also know he's very strong, how in the world did you manage to steal not one but five of his guns?"