Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Drunken Confessions

It was always a pain to gouge out China's expressions and feelings. Between those narrow slit eyes that never revealed a thing, to his tranquil tone no matter the circumstance; it's no wonder America had a hard time figuring the Chinese man out.

"Don't pity me," China said quickly. "Not that you were thinking of it, someone like you who can reattach limbs anytime wouldn't understand the turmoil that follows from losing limbs."

America chuckled, then replied, "maybe not, but I can relate to the pain of having them ripped off. That's gotta count for something right?"

He added, "Hurts like a bitch."

"Tell me about it," China said, swirling the drink in his hand.

For once America had no trouble psycho-analyzing the Chinese fellow, especially when he's letting America do so. He's laying himself and his emotions bare for everyone to see, it's a serious conversation about his past struggles that made him the way he is.

As serious as a conversation between two shirtless men can be, at least.

"Well-" America raised his cup for a toast with a pearly white smile, "-thank you for telling me."

After a moment of stunned silence, China also raised his cup, scoffing cheekily. Their glasses met and let out a satisfying clink before they both took one last sip.

It was China who groaned first, sliding the glass away, "ugh- I'm beat, that's enough alcohol in my system for a whole month," he slurred some of his words. But more or less, he was still coherent enough to think. "Tomorrow's hangover is gonna be the worst."

"You mentioned earlier Russia made little dolls of people with crowns, does that mean he likes royalty or extravagant things? Like me?" America inquired, words equally slurred with the loss of his ability. Usually he could use his ability to detox the alcohol if he wanted to.

China heartily laughed, "I'm pretty sure all kids that age looked up to royalty." Then he sighed right after. "Russia's probably gonna cut my tongue off tomorrow morning when he finds out I told you."

"You can always ask me to keep it a secret."

"You won't. It's too good of an opportunity for you to tease him, you wouldn't let it pass up."

"You know me so well."

"Yeah yeah, you asshole. Now you know my sad life story so we're even."

America cocked his head, slurring, "Man sometimes I wish I had as much balls as you to tell someone about my past. If I did tell, I'd just look like a wimp. You're awesome for being able to tell someone about it."

"It's only a matter of time before the past comes back, you can't keep running away from it. That's what I felt."

"Mm wise words. No fair, I want a cool phrase to say too, let's see... as long as I run fast enough forward, the past won't catch up. Yeah- that sounds sick." America giggled.

"You're clearly inebriated. Go get some rest, Russia has a lot planned for you tomorrow."

It seems the mention of Russia's plan for tomorrow perked America's interest, "ooh he has something planned already?"