Resident Evil One-Shots

A Shoulder to Cry On (Weskolai) .PART I.

Slumped on a bench in the corner, the blonde sat staring down into his lap for the time being. His chest was caved slightly and he felt his heart sinking as he noticed that now it was no longer puffed up. He wasn't wearing his glasses, despite the bright ballroom lights because he had wanted to look his absolute best. Instead, he was wearing a rather handsome yet traditional Soviet guard outfit. The party had had a certain theme to it; history.
As was the norm with Spencer - someone who was obsessed with perfection and well-talented in the arts of the history of the world. Albert had hoped that those long days of listening to the older man drone on and on would pay off. He and Nicholai had decided to switch; he was the Soviet rookie, meanwhile, Nicholai was the handsome American police officer. It had been a smart, last-minute decision because both men were around the same height and size so naturally - Nicholai's old clothes still fit Albert's sharp and slim frame. The Russian mercenary had been wary that perhaps it wouldn't have fitted. Yet it had, but the blonde had yet to see him tonight to actively reassure him that his old uniform fit him snugly. Nicholai had confessed that he hadn't worn it since he was nineteen and Albert could tell due to not only how dusty and old it had been, but vastly just a size smaller than what Nicholai was now.

Albert had taken great care of it and minimized every detail, right down to the last badge, medal, button, fold, star, ribbon, and clip.
He had been proud of how closely it matched the pictures in the textbooks and the answers he had received from his constant pestering of its former owner. He even had a hat to match with it and his hair tucked nicely beneath, out of his eyes. He had even practiced his walk and his manner of speech - he had gone three days straight speaking and writing nothing but Russian Cyrillic which had done nothing but piss his older sister, Alex, off constantly. She knew the language better than he did, but still, he wanted to be sure. Clear as crystal and proper in every manner so that when he did approach Sergei tonight, he wouldn't dare slip up and make a fool of himself.

And yet he did.
Somehow, the Ukrainian Colonel shot him down as soon as he had stepped into the room.

"What," Albert replayed the narrow of the older man's single eye and felt his stomach flip as a look of absolute disgust creased into Sergei's face. "Are you wearing?"
There was no friendly greeting, no look of surprise other than a flash of fury, and no warmness emitting from the other. He had heard that dangerous tone of voice used before, however, the blonde hadn't fully expected to hear it on a night like this - in a place like this with people like this - of all places.

Albert had faltered in his look and sheepishly glanced away, temporarily shrinking back to make himself smaller as the bigger man had growled at him; scarred lips curled back over white, jagged teeth. He inhaled sharply and tried to puff his chest out to remember the salute, though he decided not to dare even act it out after hearing just how pissed off Sergei was in his undertone alone. Instead, the blonde had opted to try and swallow back his fear as he stood a little taller, chin in the air as he announced: "Don't you like it?"

And then he had just kept digging.

"I wore this for you, I thought you would. Nicholai gave it to me, don't worry, h-he said I could! I took care of it, it's clean! I..." He had shrunk back and looked away as the fury continued to build up behind Sergei's lone, blue eye. "I'm sorry."

Sensing the incoming wrath, Alex had stepped in - wearing her Marylin Monroe outfit to match her love for a white aesthetic - and had swiftly taken Sergei's attention just as Spencer, who had been beside the Colonel this whole time; had chased Albert off with a dirty look.

The blonde had then retreated back a couple of rooms to where it was quieter and there were fewer people around. Not even the bathrooms were in reach all the way over here. The only people who saw him and roamed about in the hallways on this side of the mansion were the maids. They paid him no mind and quickly left after he quietly snarled at one. Once he was sure that no one was coming to disturb him after thirteen minutes of stillness and silence, he cried.