The Prince & His Revolution

Unwanted Partner

India ran towards America . She grabbed his shoulders, effectively slowing him until he stopped. "Your Highness, with all due respect, WHAT THE ACTUAL-", she once again got cut off, this time with America 's palm.

"Quiet India, the court can still hear you. Anyway, were you not listening to me at court?" He tilted his head and gave her an innocent smile.

India scowled. "I did, but it still doesn't make sense."

Chills ran up her spine when she looked at Russia, who was practically murdering America  with his glare.  America  looked over his shoulder and was met with icy blue eyes staring into his soul.

"Glaring won't stop you from being my guard." He teased the already infuriated Russian.

"заткнись, мудак" (shut up asshole) was the only response he got before being strangled. He clawed at Russia's hands in a futile attempt. Russia grinned at the suffocated blonde.

India stood shocked as Russia slowly squeezed the life out of America . She watched as America 's arms flapped around before suddenly dropping. She felt completely useless watching him slowly die. She looked down and saw ice crawling up her body, effectively trapping her. Suddenly the ice entrapping her stopped. She looked at Russia, expecting to see America  dead, but instead, she saw Russia holding...his bleeding arm. "What the hell just happened?!"

Russia was in pain, to say the least, his arm had been cut nearly to the bone and he was quickly losing blood. He was shocked that America  had managed to cut him, he should've been too weak for that. He looked at where he had dropped him and saw the Indian girl, Ewsha, or something helping America  get up.

America  was gasping for air like a fish on land. He guessed he would've been attacked, he didn't think it would happen this quickly. He swatted away India's outstretched hand and got up.

"Holy shit, why the hostility?" Russia looked dumbfounded at his words. 'Huh, I guess he didn't expect me to attack him,' America  thought.

"Are you an idiot?"

"What, no! Why would you think that?"

"The rumors... and you just asked me why I'm so aggressive. Would you like it if you're essentially being forced into being someone's slave?"

"I am, but whatever, that's not true." America  shrugged off the ordeal, leaving both Russia and India in shock. "Hmm, let's get you both to the infirmary." India awkwardly laughed and walked away.

Russia couldn't help but wonder how America  managed that move. He silently followed India alongside America . The tension between the three was suffocating. As blood dripped on the floor, servants sent wary glances at the trio, only to look away when Russia merely glanced at them.

When they reached the infirmary, the smell of herbs wafted through the air. India didn't even think twice before barging in, with the prince and guard duo following behind.

"India!" her sister Bangladesh exclaimed, "What are you doing here? Oh, who's this?" Banu pushed India aside to examine Russia. "Wow, you're tall, taller than the prince. Oh, hi your majesty!" Bangladesh quickly curtseyed.

"Bangladesh , calm down," Pakistan chastised before turning to the prince, "your majesty, I may take a look at you and...." She side-eyed Russia before finishing, "Whoever this is."

Russia shamelessly glared back.

"Russia, don't be so mean," America  chastised, barely containing his amusement. He then directed his glare at the annoying prince wondering what is wrong with him. Once again Bangladesh got extremely and uncomfortably close to Russia. She grabbed his arm, " India could please pass me the disinfectant and bandages?" As she got work on Russia's arm Russia just stood there uncomfortably. As he waited he noticed how serene and relaxed everything and everyone looked.