Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Fragments of Memory

"Don't go any further than this," the prince stopped in his tracks, Russia followed suit. The dense trees provided them with just the cover they needed.

Both of them were right outside the central palace, inside the dense forests behind the building. On their way back, America tried to split up, saying he had unfinished business.

However Russia insisted on escorting America to wherever he needed to be, he didn't expect it to be here though.

Seeing as America was walking away, Russia's hands acted on their own accord, grabbing the shorter male's wrists. It was like he felt the prince would disappear if he looked away even for a second. He didn't want a repeat of earlier when they switched places in the bathroom, it was awfully embarrassing to look back at.

"I have to report about what happened to the king, don't worry I won't disclose anything that'll get us caught."

A sigh was heard from behind America as he felt the pressure around his wrists loosen. "I won't stop you, I will just be here for whatever happens to you after."

Just as he was about to disappear into the distance, the prince turned back with his usual smirk. Irritating yet also reassuring. "Don't wait for me, I'll meet you back at school."

Before Russia could voice out a response, the shorter male's figure receded into the distance, drowned out by the darkness of the night.

In the distance he heard the palace gates creak open, the sound of metal scraping against the dirt and distant voices of gate guards greeting him with revere.

'Out of everyone, why pick me? Why me specifically as your guard?' It was a question that lingered in the back of his head. At first he wanted to know to make sure his safety was not compromised, but now, he's scared the answer to that question isn't what he hoped it would be.

And so, Russia stayed there waiting despite his orders.

America walked down that familiar red carpet, butlers and maid's stared at him as he trudged on. The golden child of the kingdom, always so prim and proper, not a flaw in sight, they worried for him every time he had to report back to the temperamental king.

There were also the less understanding kind of people. "How many limbs do you bet he's gonna be missing tonight? I heard from the usual guards that they couldn't catch a single revolutionary today."

"Maybe two, I'll take up all your shifts for a week if I'm wrong."

America could hear all of it, all the snickers and mocking behind his back. Most of them don't see him as a real person, just an expendable weapon that could be tossed out and recreated whenever.

Not to mention the normal guards admire him, but intertwined within was fear, jealousy and resentment.

America kneeled on the soft carpeted floors once again, "your majesty I'm here to report."

Not a single word came in response, as if telling him to go on. America spoke, "they got away along with the package. All 8 were there at the party, they are better fighters than I expected, I underestimated them."

The deafening silence from the other party made cold drops of sweat slide down his face. His mind debated whether to say more or shut his mouth.

When a hand was placed on his shoulder, he couldn't help but flinch in shock. The voice of the king reverberated next to his ear, "you know, I always wonder how Britain and France who have useless abilities were able to give birth to someone like you with exceptional talent."

America felt the air around him grow denser, almost suffocating like a burden dropped onto his shoulders.

"Despite that, you and Britain have some things in common..."