Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Cabin in the Woods

They passed by a frozen lake on their way up the mountain, it was like any ordinary lake being tormented by the icy cold weathers, but for some reason, Russia's gaze lingered, longer than usual.

"Jeez what is up with this mountain and it's abnormal weathers, it was warm just a moment ago!" North complained through chattering teeth, his hands rubbed his arms back and forth to numb the cold.

Russia's eyes didn't move, continuing to stare at the lake, but he did answer, "it's winter most of the time up here, don't count on it being warm. But there should be a cabin nearby."

Even after years of being too frightened to visit, he still memorized this place like the back of his hand. Russia also missed the days where he would play on the lake then fall through the brittle ice as a kid, it's weird, he knows, but it was one of his fondest memories.

Especially making Soviet dive in too to fish him out; though the scolding that followed wasn't so fun.

Russia had to peel his eyes off the lake or else he'd spend hours reminiscing, since he hadn't been here for ages he wondered if anything changed. However it seems that, just as years ago, everything was in the same place, including his old childhood home.

It's hazel front steps looking more dilapidated than in his memories, icicles hung down the rims of the roof and the inside, hollow. Not a single trace of life left.

Japan choked and coughed at the sheets of dust layering all the furniture as well as floors. His sleeve flew immediately to his face in hopes to stop his sniffling.

"We can stay here for awhile to warm up before moving to our next destination," America waltzed in, already inspecting the layout of the cabin as well as making his way towards the fireplace.

Japan spoke in a muffled voice through his sleeve, "we're not staying here?"

Two hands were placed atop Japan's shoulders which made him jump in surprise, "of course not, I have a perfectly good house inside Asia, wouldn't that be a better place to stay?" China spoke.

China pointed a finger towards the empty fireplace, a tiny ball of flame shot out and ignited the room in a warm glow. "Rest up quickly now," the Chinese man's tone was oddly excited, it seems he has something he's excited to revisit at his house.

But Japan always found his sharp narrow eyes and the sly curves of his lips to be exceedingly eerie.

Once everyone blew the dust on the couch away, they all sat down, well except for Russia who was nowhere to be seen. As Russia entered his old room, he could still hear the group's distant chattering from the other side of the house.

His old bedroom... dusty as expected, but he didn't mind much. After smoothening his bedsheets, getting rid of some of the dust in the process, he silently plopped down.

There on his bedside stand was a framed photo of him as a child and Soviet in the back looking as grumpy as ever. He couldn't stop himself from picking it up, just to stare at it for awhile.

It was another cold winter day like this one, actually, Russia's birthday. Soviet came home with his scarf pulled to his nose and a bag in his hand. Heck, his hair was disheveled and clothes wrinkled.

But little Russia still ran up to him anyway, hugging his leg and watching him with his beady amber eyes. It wasn't like he was expecting anything, but he wanted his dad to tell him stories about how it was like in the outside world.

He didn't even expect Soviet to remember his birthday; he never did, or perhaps he didn't want to. Suddenly, Soviet dropped the bag next to Russia, he proceeded to unwrap his snow layered scarf. "Your birthday gift," he didn't say any flattering words, just straight to the point.