Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Waltz for Two

The second the last words escaped his tongue, immediate embarrassment and regret settled in. Yet engraved in his heart was the constant hope that the prince would say yes more than anything.

Those mere seconds of silence seemed to drag on forever, filling him with more and more dread as well as anxiousness.

That was until Russia felt the soft tips of fingers graze against the palm of his extended hand. He lifted his head slightly, the prince had a slanted smirk plastered on his face, those mismatched eyes glazed with delight yet also hidden within was a hint of melancholy.

Accepted... he accepted!

Russia was over the moon, all the unease vanished into thin air. Russia found it magical on how the prince made him feel such overwhelming euphoria just from simple actions like these.

He wasn't always like this, but at one point his reactions towards America's actions and the others just felt... different.

Being around America in general was like a sudden rush of adrenaline and serotonin.

The prince felt himself being swept away towards the center of the dance floor, pushing past the bustling crowds and curious stares.

Hand in hand with the other hand resting on his hip, Russia swayed to the rhythm of the waltz, pulling America along with him to follow. Cold air danced around them and grazed their skins, music filled the air, drowning out all outside noises. Only each other remained in their line of focus.

"I never knew you could dance," America chuckled, their steps were perfectly in sync with each other. But the prince did notice that Russia seemed quite new to this, occasionally stepping on his foot.

"Outside of crime I did do some street performance as a source of income."

The shorter male raised an eyebrow as the smirk on his face grew wider, "you did a one man waltz as a public performance?"

"...yes."

Although Russia never went to a high class party like this, he did read books and newspapers about it. That's where he found out there would usually be a session where guests pick a partner and dance together in a waltz.

The second UN said he would get them an invitation, Russia jumped at the opportunity to learn how to dance to this music piece. America definitely knew how to dance to it, it was only natural that Russia didn't want to lose when he asked the prince to dance later.

But if he admitted he learnt this just to dance with him, America would hold it against him for the rest of his life.

However as they kept dancing, America noticed that Russia made fewer and fewer mistakes until it was unnoticeable that he was a beginner. Oddly enjoyable was one way to describe this feeling right now.

America initially wanted to throw around some teasing words as they danced but he instead found himself entranced in the moment. He only snapped out of it when Russia leaned in and bent him by the waist. They stared for however long, stuck in that deadlock.

Looming above him was the prince's beloved guard, his amber gaze pierced through his soul. Their masks inches away from grazing each other, a small smile crept onto Russia's face, a mischievous one.

A pair of arms encircled the dragon's neck, "my dear guard, what are you smiling about?"

"Shut your mouth," Russia pulled him back up.

Once they returned to dancing, more and more people started to take notice to them. It was quite odd to see two men dancing together, yet their moves were so refine and passionate it was hard to feel uncomfortable.