Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

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The Russian turned back immediately, dropping to his knees to press his palm against the prince's forehead. Hot, burning hot.

How could he be so dumb not to see the signs? He was clearly extremely exhausted and pained, resorting to alcohol to cope with the festering illness. Yet he still used a copious amount of blood despite his increased aggression, and mood swings; maybe this was why he asked Russia to deal with most of the enemies, to prolong his strength.

It's so weird to see him so vulnerable, heavy breathing, and burning red face. Russia hovered his finger below the prince's nose - his breathing was shallow.

Without hesitation, he slid his arms behind America's knees and back, carrying him in a hurry towards the exit door. It's only a matter of time before other people find the door and start swarming in. Getting rid of competition early is better than leaving them alive, even if they pose no threat. Russia hoped to not get caught in the crossfire.

"You really like making my job harder for me huh?" Russia said offhandedly, voice close to a whisper so that only the prince could hear (if he was conscious). 'Hang in there just a bit longer...' he pushed the door with great difficulty to find a greenhouse with overgrown vines in every nook and cranny.

Blotches of sunlight peeked through the crevices between plants. Typically such a scene would be labeled as majestic and mysterious, however all Russia could feel was a million eyes staring at him, laughing and smiling at America's demise. Surely the queen would find this an entertaining show.

In the middle of the greenhouse, there stood a lone cage. Russia walked in and shut the door behind him with his tail, the whole cage clattered before ascending.

Through the mechanical sounds, Russia stared at the man in his arms nestling against his chest, cold sweat slid down America's forehead. The dragon lightly grazed his finger against the prince's cheek, there was hardly a reaction. America's ivory hair plastered against Russia's uniform, a slight shiver shook through the prince as his face grew paler and paler by the second.

Ignoring the fact he was passed out with a fever, his face was an absolute eye candy even when asleep like this. Russia's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, sinfully so.

Heck, Russia just hoped the next floor was calmer and does not involve any killing games. All he wanted was a place to put America down so he can get a good nights rest.

...

All America remembers is a sudden pang of light headedness before he saw the ground right in front of his face. He also felt his body burn, everything became unbearably hot and his throat was parched, he swallowed his own saliva to ease the thirst a little.

When his eyelashes fluttered open, he saw a bustling city draped in the air of nighttime, vendors selling items and bright neon signs. What is this place? America tapped a man on the shoulder to inquire for the situation, but when the man turned around, his whole body was just pitch black. America felt his finger being sucked in, with great difficulty, he pulled away.

Nonetheless, he figured he should still try and ask, "sir what is this place?"

No answer. However the man pointed at a neon sign that resembled an arrow.

With a nod of understanding, the prince followed the arrow. How odd, the things being sold on display were not things on earth (at least it didn't exist currently). Rather they were items America had never seen before, hoverboards, rockets, robots and much more (as their labels stated).

America's eye twitched in temptation, oh how he wished to dismantle and pull apart every single piece of these futuristic items to see how they worked, and how he could make them too. But he managed to smother the feeling, continuing his journey down the street.