Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Requiem of Good and Evil

'What the heck am I doing?' Aussie hid his face in his hands. How did he end up in a tea party with the kingdom's most notorious villains? Aussie peeked one of his many eyes through the slit of his fingers, "Oh these cookies are great, you should try them!" The 'leader' took a bite out of a biscuit and offered it to the giant man behind him.

His voice was sensual and pleasant, that's what Aussie thought. Zealand would probably go crazy over it when she hears it. She was a bit weird anyway, she told Aussie that the hottest people were the bad guys, but he really didn't understand how she could think like that.

To his surprise, the hulking man behind the leader leant down and took a bite. "It's not bad, I could make better."

"Then make some for me after this is over," the leader chomped on another, he quickly scooped up a few crumbs that broke away, right as it was about to hit the table. Aussie felt a bit out of place in this situation, his arachnid legs tapping against the tiled floor every time he squirmed under their gazes. They both looked like they had something planned, which they most definitely did if they intended to take the whole palace as hostage.

The leader stared at him with an indiscernible gaze, almost like... melancholy? Why?

"Third prince of Britannia, Aussie, it's an honor to meet a royal, not many people have the chance to savor some tea in the presence of royalty! My humble soul thanks you for this opportunity." The leader suddenly spoke to him with such authority in his voice it made Aussie visibly flinch.

The leader flashed an amiable smile that wasn't visible under his hood anyway, "Don't be so tense, we really won't do anything to your highnesses. Isn't that right, my dear right hand man?"

The taller and arguably angrier male only grunted in acknowledgement.

Both were intimidating in their own right, the taller man had this piercing gaze and an aura that screamed to not mess with him unless they wanted their heads snapped. The leader on the other hand had his fingers intertwined and was arguably less... brutish than the other guy, but he seemed like a bloke who'd be conniving and watching your downfall with a smirk on his face.

Pretty fitting, every genius had their bodyguards, they can't waste brain cells on trivial things like fighting.

Aussie audibly gulped, "The military weapon will be here eventually to stop you, do you really intend to go against him and take us hostage?"

The leader crossed his arms, "I doubt it. Besides that mindless machine would have to go through all my comrades before he even thinks about touching me." Aussie didn't want America to lose, if his brother lost against these revolutionaries then who knows if they'd spare his life or not.

But the revolutionaries were fighting for a change, so which side should he really cheer for?

Almost like the leader could read his mind, he said, "Worried that we'd kill your brother?" It was less of a question and more of a statement.

"Brother?! W-what nonsense are you..." his words trailed off near the end. No one was supposed to know, as far as everyone was concerned, the oldest son of Britannia died many years ago. At least, that was what his parents told the people.

The leader crossed his legs and said, "I know your brother is alive, in fact, he's the Central's little dog, isn't he? Your parents really did try their best to hide it from the public. I wonder why."

An odd pang gouged through the prince's heart. Saying it out loud hurt more, the fact his family just considered him dead all these years. Just thinking of it sent a sharp sting through his entire being.

"Y'know your brother stayed in Central for his family, he grit his teeth through the agony for his family while also simultaneously hearing constantly about how Britannia Royal family's eldest son was dead. Perhaps dead to them. Could you imagine how betrayed he'd feel to know even his family didn't want him anymore? After hearing all that, would he even want to save you guys anymore?"