Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Festival of Lights

"Pass me that plank," a voice exclaimed from above. The Russian dragon's gaze shifted to the mahogany board inches away from his foot. He utilized the heel of his foot, flipping it into his grasps, winding up and launching it at his partner working above the stage.

The prince raised both hands high into the air, he clutched the board as he felt it scrape lightly against his skin. Despite the windy weather, America had his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, trying to balance out the swirling heatwaves under his skin.

Sounds of wood clattering against the stage roof clashed in the air as America removed the nail clenched between his lips. Just as he placed the nail on the plank and raised a hand, Russia called out from below, "you don't have your ability, use a normal hammer."

His hand paused midway and a chuckle of realization escaped his throat, how embarrassing that would've been.

Sounds of crunching grass grew louder behind Russia, "how are you two doing?" UN checked in on them while fiddling with the two keys between his fingers. With a few last pounds, America cried out in satisfaction, "finally done with everything!"

UN was quite surprised they managed to finish it early, not once did he hear reports about any mishaps, it was an odd sight coming from these two. He gladly tossed the keys to their restraints, "good job, you two are free to go, thank you for not burning down the school or any of the supplies."

Their restraints clattered to the ground as they felt a rush of energy course through their veins once again. America fell backwards, plunging down the stage without so much as a care for his well being.

Fortunately Russia was beneath him, the dragon's arm wrapped around the back of his knees and shoulders, catching him just in time. "don't be so extra," he narrowed his eyes at the person in his arms.

Before America could retort smugly, the guard retracted his arms, "oof!" the prince yelped as he fell ass first onto the grassy ground. "You're sweaty," Russia rolled his eyes, marching away with his hands crossed in discontent.

America hurriedly picked himself up to follow in suit, "let's hope he doesn't find out about the incident." A drop of sweat slid down Russia's cheek as he glanced towards a random area of forestry.

Rather it wasn't random, but where they disposed of the crime scene. Under the disturbed soil was a pile of supplies, destroyed, burnt, snapped in half, you name it.

Russia glanced back at UN who was admiring their handicrafts, unaware of their past shenanigans, some things are better left unsaid.

As they walked down the main path, passing all the stalls and decorations they built that were covered by a white blanket, they felt proud that they managed to finish it early despite the few squabbles they've had along the way.

"It almost feels like we're actually at a festival already, well minus the white sheets and all," the prince lifted a sheet slightly to take a small peek under it.

Yes, it did feel that way. Those thin blankets outlined the things underneath it quite well, a person could tell what it was immediately just by looking at it.

It was this fact that made Russia uneasy, he felt a sinking feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Russia didn't wait around to take a leisurely stroll with America, he continued walking first, footsteps gradually growing quicker and quicker.

"Hey hey! Wait for me, what's the rush?" A frown tugged on the prince's lips, he was hoping to have a nice long conversation as they circled the school with the last few peaceful days they have left.

"I'm just tired, I'm gonna go rest."

"Then I'll beat you there!" The prince broke into a sprint, a gust of cold air rushed past Russia along with a flash of white. Blazing competitiveness sparked within the dragon's heart as he too, charged forward.