Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Pay the Price

Hints of a smile still remained on the corners of the prince's lips. Russia felt a hand envelop his right cheek, "What are you so mad for?" America gave a half lidded smirk.

So annoying.

Stiffness remained on the dragon's face, furrowed brows and a frown. Eyes filled with irritation and a drunken haze stared right into a pair of multicolored ones.

"Can you tell me... where this is from?" He paused in the middle to point at the scar on the other party's chest. When his finger lightly brushed the surface, he could feel a faint tremble.

It was an old scar that has long healed so it shouldn't have hurt, how odd, was it the old memories then?

Russia raised his head, he saw within the shorter male's eyes were a hint of panic that flashed only for a second.

"It's nothing, just from an old... friend." America's hand flopped down to rest on his stomach. After another moment of thought, he added, "why are you so curious about it anyways?"

Yeah why indeed, even Russia didn't know. Even though he may not know the reason, his mind overflowed with the things he wanted to say. "Well we're friends and teammates right? Isn't that what we're supposed to do?"

An odd expression appeared on America's face "I thought you hated me."

"Well... I do, but I also think you're really cool, I wish I was as smart as you are even though sometimes you're an annoying asshole. That scar, you can't even hide it, why are the ones that I give you gone but that one remains?"

His words were a bit incoherent and slurred, almost like he was throwing a tantrum.

It was a very long time before America opened his mouth to answer, however before he could, he felt a sudden weight press him down.

Seems like time was up for Russia, he had finally passed out. He did consume a large sitting of alcohol in one go. The prince could feel his guard's chest rise up and down rhythmically as he descended into a deep slumber.

However, America laid there awake, staring at the top of the bed.

"Friend huh?" His lips pursed into a thin line as he felt cold trails of water slip down the side of his face. Thank god Russia was asleep and everyone else was gone, it would be embarrassing if they saw him like this.

He's supposed to be strong, cunning, and absolutely perfect. The model fighter and a model prince. Anything less would make him worthless.

Body and soul both grew weary, he didn't bother to move Russia out of the way. For some reason the sound of his guard's thundering heartbeats comforted him. It was better to let him sleep.

Maybe it was because no one was here to see that America let his emotions overflow for once. How long has it been?

To be honest though, the only difference were the tears and the slightly saddened expression. There was a slight tremble in his voice, hardly noticeable, "you look so much like him."

"Maybe just once." Just for once let your emotions lead. It felt warm, it was something he hadn't experienced in a very long time but it was nice. Leaning in close till they were practically in each other's embrace, It tasted sweet and addicting. He raised his hand to wipe his tears away.

America let himself sink into slumber alongside his guard until dawn broke and the rays of warmth peeked through the curtains. Feeling the light brushes from the tip of Russia's tail made America arise from his slumber. Even so he didn't move, instead he just laid there in silence.

His guard's tail shifted around as if uncomfortable.

The whole room had the scent of intoxication as the alcohol wafted through without ventilation.