Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Reflection of Truth

The Russian turned his head to take a closer look at the person next to him. Fixated on trying to figure out what happened. Did he dance with someone else? Did he kiss someone else? Someone with a shape shift ability?

"Not paying attention to your enemy is fatal in a fight, I'll apprehend your leader, this time I won't let you guys get away." A blade narrowly missed Russia, grazing his cheek as it flew past.

Words from earlier resurfaced in the Russian's memories, words that America himself told Russia, 'my dear knight in shining armor, whatever you do, protect your leader.'

Leader huh... only now did Russia analyze his choice of words. America specifically used 'leader' and not 'prince.' Perhaps he was just reading too much into it, but he wanted to trust America. Trust that he had something planned.

Now all Russia had to do was play along, protect his "leader"

America lunged at their "leader" with arms readied into those deadly creations of his. He aimed directly at their head and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, a bullet flew forward at a rapid speed, followed by a loud "clang!" just as it was about hit its mark.

A pair of concave arched wings created a dome around the cloaked figure, the bullet ricochetted right off and embedded into a nearby pillar.

Russia noticed, the bullet didn't hit too hard. Sure it still hurt, however the pain level wasn't as bad as what he braced for. Russia didn't doubt that America had much harder hitting guns in his personal arsenal, was this a sign that he was going a little easy on them?

Perhaps the fact that Russia hardened his skin helped minimize the damage. Even if he was going easy, one fatal mistake and a bullet would pierce through their skulls.

But as they traded a few more blows, Russia couldn't help but become increasingly frustrated as the wounds began to pile up. Going easy on them? Yeah right! It was more like a one sided fight.

Every time Russia wrapped his tail around the prince, a sudden sharp pain would travel through his skin. Wherever he touched, America would just change the texture of his skin into blades.

The only thing stopping his tail from being sliced off was the hardened skin. Yet it wasn't enough to mask the sensations of sharp edges grazing against his scales.

Cuts but fortunately not enough to penetrate. The sensation reminded him of paper cuts he got at school when flipping a page too fast.

Oddly enough, Russia seemed a bit distracted, to the point he forgot he had flames to utilize. But after much thinking, it was better not to reveal the color of his flames to public eye.

Barrages upon barrages of bullets zoomed right at their leader, Russia took on every shot, deflecting all of them. The cloaked figure didn't move a muscle, eerily calm, they merely stood there and watched this all unfold as if aware that Russia would protect them by any means necessary.

Russia swiped his claws in retaliation, managing to cut the American's shoulder. Dark crimson blood stained the shoulder of his white uniform.

A bullet grazed the side of Russia's stomach where he had not defended, ripping his cloak slightly.

Through all this, what remained unchanged was the smile plastered on both their faces. Both equally found joy in fighting others, but especially each other.

The prince raised his arm, using it to lop off his other arm. Russia recognized this move, he immediately swept the leader off their feet in attempts to create some distance.

"Go locate the other members, I will deal with the leader and the vice." America ordered the troops before breaking into a chase.

Russia flew from above the bustling crowd with the cloaked figure in his arms. Screams of panic ripped through the air along with the sounds of metal clashing against each other.