Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Downfall of the Strongest

The hilt of the dagger glimmered in the warm candlelight, the dark clothed lady twirled the blade between her fingers like it was nothing. Then, she halted abruptly, staring down at the restrained Russian with her hand ready to strike.

The Jett black darkness that surrounded them wailed in agony, even jeering in discontent. Shadows of someone's past life with all their nasty malice jumbled within.

Russia didn't imagine his end to be like this. If asked, it would be executed in front of a crowd for his crimes.

No, what was he saying? He will live. He has to.

A eerie chill pricked his stomach, a pressure point as tiny as a blade aimed straight at it. A tremble coiled through the Russian's body, no human would be emotionless in the face of death, everyone is scared to an extent.

The lady cocked her head, almost amused.

She lifted, then plunged.

Bracing for impact, Russia screwed his eyes shut, awaiting the piercing pain to shoot through his veins, however, there was nothing but the rustling of dandelions, and the crackling of fire lit lanterns, even the shadows were silent.

"I think... the coast is clear, sorry about that, had to put up the act for awhile. It wasn't my intent to hurt either of you. How was my acting?" The lady shattered the silence, twisting her dagger back into it's hilt that rested on her belt.

Those shadowy tentacles retracted, freeing Russia, a tsunami of emotions washed over him, mostly relief. "The storyline was very random."

The lady scratched the nape of her neck awkwardly, an uneasy smile tugged her lips, "don't judge me, I had to think of something on the spot, and the last book I read was a history book; us invigilators can't be picky with our options."

Just by that sentence alone, Russia learned quite a bit of information, "you make it seem like you aren't working here by will. It sounds more like... a prison sentence or something."

A hand extended towards the Russian on the ground. Russia took the hand and was hoisted up.

"We're really not, I just want to see my family again. But none of us can leave..." her words were somber and melancholic, reminiscent of old days. "Oh dear, I hope Singapore is taking good care of the others, god knows what a handful Indo and Phil can be."

It was quite odd, this invigilator talking so casually to a player who could backstab her at any given moment. Though, maybe she knew Russia wouldn't do anything rash, especially not when she's got the upper hand.

"Right, uhm, my name is Vietnam."

"It's Russia." The guard wasted no time, "How come you're not sadistic like the rest of the invigilators?"

Vietnam paced back and forth, fiddling with one of the accessories dangling off her hat, "they're not sadistic, they're all good people, they're my friends. I don't know what happened to them, that's why, I'm requesting a favor - please, just, kill the Queen, Asia shouldn't have to deal with these games anymore."

"Is this why you spared my life?"

"I save whomever I deem fit. So, don't make me regret this," the Vietnamese woman accentuated the 'don't' the ground underneath her even bubbling a black like substance. Presumably, the same shadow things she used to corner him.

Russia crossed his arms, "and how do I know you're not messing with my emotions again? Your friends seem quite fond of doing that."

"I guess you'll have to just trust me. Besides you revolutionaries are planning on killing her anyway. Is that not why you signed up in the first place? To get close to her then kill her?"