Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Distant Dreams

TW : Gore, blood, manipulation, child neglect, child abuse, and suicidal thoughts

"Hey! Let me drink too!" America snatched the drink from China's hand, chugging it down like it was nothing, feeling the drink sting his throat. "Heh, what's with the sudden confession anyway?"

China leaned his cheek against his palm, "Dunno, felt like saying it and being honest with you guys."

"I'll continue being honest, I actually knew Russia a long time ago before UN's academy. He was super shy and naive, get this, he really wanted to meet royalty. It was a really amusing image when I saw him next to you that day, Your Highness. He used to make little dolls of people with crowns for it too."

Russia flushed redder than he already was from the alcohol, "I don't remember that!"

China twirled his finger around accusingly, "Well, you did say you had that bad fever after your criminal debut, it's probably that. But what I'm saying is 100% true okay."

Actually, everyone could kinda see it. He still holds that fondness until now, just in... a different way.

The eyes watching Russia were too much for the drunk man. He buried his face into America's shoulder, trying to find comfort and an escape from the hole China dug him into.

"Hahahaha! Who'd known such a big guy like you used to be so shy," North slapped his leg, laughing so hard his stomach started to hurt.

China turned to America, "You, I think you're quite the genius, but you're also a ball of trouble. Stop giving us orders and expecting us to be able to pull it off as you expect it. That Antarctica thing was super lucky. Not all of us are super humans like you. Pull that shit again and I'll cook you alive."

This one was more of a mutual thing, everyone else nodded in agreement. The prince wiped away his imaginary tear, "Yikes, how harsh."

"Japan you're hilariously bad at striking deals with people. Germany... is she still even lucid? Anyway, Poland, stop asking for fights with random people on the street while we're out shopping, just because they seem strong. You two brothers are just cat haters, and that's a crime in and of itself."

"Hey, I prefer talking to people with my blade, not my fault." Japan slurred, trying to sound coherent and firm. Poland awww-ed, her wings drooping sadly.

North just rolled his eyes.

"Does you getting drunk have a side effect that makes the filter from your brain to mouth disappear? Chronic criticizer, I call it." South huffed, wrinkling his nose.

China shrugged, "I'm not the type to hide things. I don't know why I try to around you guys anymore. It feels nice to be an idiot and blurt everything out for once."

"That's one personality flaw out of the many," America smiled smugly while the Chinese man clicked his tongue, "Shut it Mr. Clueless."

"Clueless? I am not clueless! I'm quite smart in fact," America puffed his chest. Literally everyone (except Japan) glanced at Russia at the same time before resuming the conversation.

Poland whined, "This is getting boooring, wanna play something else much more fun?" She continued. "Let's see who'll yield first from the cold, how does strip poker sound?"

"Woah Poland aren't you supposed to be an Angel?" China raised an eyebrow, smirking. She huffed, "They say the kids with the most religious upbringing grow to be the most rebellious."

North yapped, "Hey! I'm already freezing without my shirt on here!"

She thought about it in her half drunk state, "Well then, we'll have it so you can choose either to drink or strip when you lose. How about that?"