Dystopia - A Countryhuman AU

Renewed

The fuss hadn't died down completely even after the new faces had left and the crowd had separated. Quite repeatedly, a familiar name could be heard, but the Russian didn't rely too much on it. Even if he knew the stranger, and this was a huge if, something like a broken block of concrete coming from a crumbling structure or a bullet shot by a warring country would've knocked the memory out of his head.

Why was he okay with this? Heck, he didn't know. Russia's best guess was that he was ignoring the past because it wasn't something that he could take advantage of. A messy, unmemorable excuse of a backstory and a pile of useless remembrances weren't going to change his current situation.

"Holy Who! I'm so sorry about what happened earlier, Rus!" Belarus fumbled over her words as she sprinted towards her brother's direction. Her companion trailed behind her after checking the stranger enter the building with Germany. Before Russia could open his mouth to say he didn't ask, his sister, never one to waste time, introduced her aide as quickly as she could. "Say hi to Switzerland. She's a medic."

"I'm wondering if saving that one's life was a mistake," Switzerland joked bashfully while pointing towards the building she exited. Her timeless face was covered with dark circles and band-aids covering burns. "It's nice to see you safe and sound, Russia."

Great, another forgotten ally. Russia groaned mentally. On cue, the sky darkened, threatening to release unwanted rain.

Before Switzerland could finish her sentence, Belarus ushered her associates towards the tents, her third eye blinking earnestly(she kept it closed most of the time, so that was rather odd) and her hands gripping Russia's sweater as tightly as she could. Her jumpy attitude was much more brought up to the surface that morning, perhaps because of the uneasy weather. "That crummy excuse of a defaulter stole your food, right, Rus? C'mon, let's get you something else to eat."

"I'd rather eat a piece of paper than eat those uncooked bricks," Switzerland stated. The two snickered, like they did this all the time.

Bela glanced back at her brother's direction, raising her eyebrows. "Watch carefully, Rus. This is how you make friends. You ought to learn that if you want to survive here."

Russia sighed and followed his sibling. People got so self-centered sometimes.

The clouds had started spilling unclear, opaque rain into the area by the time Germany was walking out of the building. The stranger wasn't with him.

People predicted the monsoon season had started early again. (Spotting rain in May wasn't common, after all.) Switzerland figured it was her turn to take over whatever her colleague was doing, chirped a quick goodbye, and skipped nimbly towards where her patient was residing, not anxious to get wet. People stopped chattering immediately and scrambled towards their tents, clearly aware of the fact that the rain wasn't the cleanest substance in the world.

"May I have-" Germany, having realized his voice was barely audible over the drizzling cloudburst, cleared his throat. He hefted his transparent umbrella over his shoulder as he spoke up again. Where did he even get an umbrella? "May I have your attention, please!"