Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Long Awaited Reunion

TW : self harm, suicidal thoughts, and the usual gore we all know and love

Philippines swiveled her head behind her to see no one there, oddly enough, she felt a heatwave behind her, it's giving her goosebumps. Rubbing the nape of her neck, she shook off the feeling.

As soon as she turned away, Russia poked his head out from a corner, she was going towards the direction of the red target. The dragon was worried America would immediately and brutally murder her before she has a chance to speak, and so, he decided to tag along.

Surely America wouldn't hurt him. They trust each other.

As they got closer to the constantly moving target, Russia didn't realize his heart beating faster, what would he say to America? Would he be mad? Or maybe he'll get his pay docked again...

Oddly enough this entire area had a day and night cycle, just a few minutes after the challenge started, the sun was already resting on the horizon, ready to tuck away into slumber.

Philippines turned a corner into a dead end, however, there was a crate next to the wall. She haphazardly stepped towards the crate, opening it, ready for whatever traps may come her way.

Fortunately nothing happened, rather inside, was food and water enough to last a meal, there was also a dagger, but she tossed the weapon away without a second thought.

"may gusto? (Want any?)" She plopped down on the grassy ground beneath her, offering half of her bread towards the mechanical sun next to her. It merely continued to spin and ignore her, if it was even alive in the first place.

High above them, soaring in the sky, was a holographic screen, similar to those in stadiums where sport competitions were held. Typically the giant screens are for the audience, however, in this case, it seemed to be for the players to watch one another.

Russia retreated, he wanted to test a theory.

His azure wings snapped open, curved behind his body, it lifted then launched the dragon off the ground high into the air, a gust of wind rustled the hedges around him from the sheer force.

Unfortunately, once he reached a certain height, he found himself slamming face first into an invisible barrier. Similar to how Poland would collide with random windows, the Russian dropped from the sky, back onto land with a loud thud.

Russia saw stars as his head throbbed in pain, the side of his cheek bruised black and blue.

He supported himself by the elbows, rubbing his cheek as he watched the screen above him flash into America's point of view, still senselessly running away from his pursuers.

"It's you!" A familiar Filipino accented voice exclaimed. "I see your face on the wanted posters everyday as I walk around town, so that's why you're so secretive."

She stomped over with a hand extended out in assistance.

"You're not scared of me?" Russia took her hand as she hoisted him up with some difficulty. He only realized now that his hood had slipped off during the fall.

Philippines leaped onto her sun like a skateboard, except the sun hovered above the ground by a few centimeters. "Actually, I am scared, and so that's why I'm currently running away, byeee!"

Without a second to lose her and her sun zoomed away at lightning speed, turning the corner where Russia could no longer see them.

At least it seemed like she was heading a direction further away from the target.

Russia didn't realize, but in the palm of his hand was the half of the bread Philippines offered her sun a few moments ago. 'How nice of her.' The Russian chomped on the stale bread, continuing his journey towards his prince.