Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

"You're Awake"

A million thoughts flashed through Russia's head, he screwed his eyes shut, feeling his chest about to explode. Even through his closed eyes, he could sense the prince's face a few inches from his own, soft breaths nipped his skin, and his fingers dug into the sheets.

He felt the warm liquid pool around his tongue, his nose scrunched in nervousness.

The doctor watched with intrigue painted on her face and finger pressed to her chin.

The second their noses brushed against each other, Russia blanked out, feeling the bitter liquid slide down his throat. It's aftertaste was horridly strong, sending pangs of nausea assaulting his mouth. "I accidentally swallowed it..." the dragon backed away dejectedly, his tail drooping like a sad dog.

"Don't worry, there's another method, we can pour the drink from the cup instead," she tried to reassure him, seeing how sad he was. Then she demonstrated, sliding over towards the sleeping American. Her hand supported his head as she placed a cup to America's lips and tilted it.

The bitterness of the liquid made America's eyebrows furrow in discomfort, despite the prince spluttering from the medicine, this method seemed to work well.

Of course Russia would never trust strangers, hence why he was ready to attack in case she tried anything funny. However, at least these group of people seemed distrustful rather than hostile... for now.

Seeing Russia's rather cold stare, she felt her heart pace quickening in nervousness, "Since all the doctor stuff is out of the way, I'll leave you two alone."

It took her no time to scurry out the door, leaving Russia sitting next to the bed with peaceful silence in the air. He sighed, pulling the warm covers to the prince's neck.

But not before noticing the cuffs of America's sleeve being unbuttoned. Jeez, when will this self absorbed prince finally listen to his advice. Russia went ahead and buttoned them, as he always does no matter how many times he lectures America. But I guess it's rich coming from a criminal like him.

Russia finally felt relaxed for once after the hectic week, he didn't expect taking down Asia's ruler would be this time consuming and energy draining. Hopefully the next kingdoms are faster.

He wondered how long they've been inside, judging by his internal clock... maybe a few days, almost a week.

Well first things first, Russia glanced at the singular rose on the bedside table, "ugh, it really reminds me of him," Russia muttered under his breath, referring to the sleeping man. It was just a little act so he'd have an excuse to burn the flower, he doesn't want the queen spying on America while he's vulnerable.

Just like that, the rose was burnt to a crisp, ashes being whisked away out the open window.

Absentmindedly, Russias mind began to drift off, thinking about their future plans and how they should deal with this situation, perhaps negotiate some more with them? Maybe look around for answers? Not only that, he also thought of more useless things.

His hands peeked through the covers, it looked soft. A stark comparison compared to his own scarred and rough hands. He does indeed seem like royalty, not having to work a day in his life. Though, Russia knew otherwise.

Unbeknownst to him, his hand moved on its own, tracing around the dips of America's palm, slowly each finger intertwined until he clasped onto the prince's hand firmly yet tenderly. His brain said no but his heart said yes, unable to pull away.

Russia tilted his head, subtly resting it against his shoulder. Fuck, it's so quiet even though he's right there, it's so odd for America to be associated with quiet.