Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

It Can't Get Worse, Right?

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As the two of them laid atop the logs, deep in their slumber, Russia sat next to the prince, carefully listening for any potential intruders. Occasionally, players with ill intent wandered around nearby, trying to follow the target while spewing vulgar things they planned to do to capture him.

When the sun peeked it's head out to start the day, so came the putrid stench of blood that seeped into the grass and bushes. At a very specific time, America stirred in his sleep, awakening from his peaceful slumber.

"You've been busy all night," the prince stretched his arms with a yawn. He noticed the bloody red marks on the ground, like something being dragged across the grassy grounds, forming lines that led outside.

Russia was squatting with his back towards the American, he shrugged, then continued to poke on their campfire with a stick, the blue blaze crackled, "intruders."

Grass crunched behind Russia, getting closer and closer, until, the person squatted next to the dragon. Russia felt America's finger poke his cheek. In response, Russia snapped a glare. His glare was mostly annoyed rather than violent, "you decide to annoy me the second you wake up."

"I like it when you're angry," the prince cheekily grinned.

Unsure of how to respond, Russia scoffed.

He was hoping for a peaceful start to the day after the massacre he unknowingly participated in last night - apparently America had other plans. "You did it for me didn't you?" The prince cooed, "how romantically sweet, what a dedicated guard, I don't know what I would've done without you-"he continued to blabber, only stopping when a hand slapped onto his mouth.

Russia glared at him, "Shut." If emotions were visible, hearts would've bounced off America's head. His eyes curved, even without being able to see his grin, Russia just knew he was.

"Have you tried flying?" The American's tone shifted into a serious one out of the blue. Russia sighed, "yep, there's a force field of some sort at a certain height."

America scoffed, "I tried blasting through the walls of the maze; if you try and do it on purpose, it'll just regenerate and close up."

It was probably time to tell America about Russia's discoveries now that he was well rested. Oddly enough, America's voice still carried a hint of exhaustion.

The tip of Russia's claw index finger pressed against America's palm, he dragged it across his smooth skin, like writing on high quality paper. 'She watches through the plants.' He watched as America bit his bottom lip in thought. Then, his eyebrows furrowed, "how troublesome."

Surely Russia shouldn't get Vietnam in trouble from helping him, he continued to slide his finger around America's palm... just in case the queen was eavesdropping, 'lady on the previous floor let me go, she's not evil like the others'

There was a pause, then, 'probably'

To divert to topic, the Russian's warm touch left America's body, "I almost got lost last night trying to get rid of the corpses, most of the pathways are identical." The dragon droned.

"Mm, then let's make markings on the walls to help us find our way back," America made his way towards the entrance to their little hideout, promptly slitting his finger and drawing a fairly large X shape. When America sliced himself, Russia grimaced as his stomach turned, it reminded him a bit of himself during his younger days, lots and lots of self inflicted pain.