Take Two | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Concerned Gaze

"It's been an hour already, those two aren't back yet... should we go search for them?" Germany glanced at his watch and clicked his tongue.

The director groaned in annoyance, "America better not be slowing down Russia. We have to start recording again soon."

"This is so stupid! Who the hell are we waiting for can we just start already? It's not like they're important actors or anything."

Another actress replied, "yeah but Russia is an important actor, we have to wait for him."

China noticed two dark figures coming up the mountain path. "I think they're here!" He shouted towards Poland and Germany.

The both of them snapped their necks to the dark figures. Eventually the two of them reached their destination.

China rushes up to them a little alarmed, "what happened to you two? Why is America limping? Why do you guys look like you just rolled in a muddy ditch?"

Russia glared at China, "move it. Talk later."

Scarlet liquid slowly dripped little by little on the lush green grass. The light smell of iron drifted in the air.

"Holy shit you're bleeding!" China rushed back to find a first aid kit. In the midst of searching Poland already handed him one.

America plopped down on the grass, glad that he could take a break and sit down. His breathing was uneven, it sure did hurt.

Russia Kneeled on one leg and rolled up the American's pants. His expression was quite scary when he saw the blood and bruises on his leg.

"Yikes that's worse than I expected it to look." America said nonchalantly like as if shrugging it off.

China handed the kit to Russia who immediately started treating the wounds with a concerned gaze. America couldn't help but wince in pain a few times.

"What happened?" Germany asked.

"I tripped, it's no biggie." America chuckled a little but abruptly stopped when his leg stung again.

"Someone tripped him." Russia said through gritted teeth. China and Germany kept their distance from Russia in case he'd explode.

Poland gasped, "who would do something like that?"

America immediately scratched the nape of his neck, "um regardless of who did it I wouldn't seek revenge so I see no point in searching for who they are."

"It was a staff member, we saw the uniform." Russia snapped, his tone clearly suggested he was very angry but yet trying his best to suppress it.

China clicked his tongue, "ah this is bad, we're going to have team activities tomorrow, It's gonna require physical work..."

"Why would a staff do something like that?" Poland asked curiously, worried.

Germany massaged his temples, "well if I'm not mistaken, I think they're taking advantage of America's bad reputation and popularity. Yesterday's episode got a lot of recognition because of the one scene where America knocked his bowl over and didn't apologize. I presume the staff purposely edited it to make America seem like the bad guy."

Russia had just finished bandaging his leg and got up. He immediately backed away as if avoiding all contact with America. "Thanks Russia!"

"Mhm.." was all he said.

"Although I don't care who did this to me, this isn't good for my health so I'll ask the director to let me drop out of the rest of this show."

America already started getting up with difficulty, his brows knitted tightly, like as if solving a hard question. Albeit limping, he could still walk decently for a short amount of time.

He scanned the grass plains for the director and walked over with his request.

There Russia and China stood side by side, the Russian's head was hung low. China shifted his gaze and sighed, he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't beat yourself up for it."

Russia lifted his head a little with a gaze as sharp as knives. He lifted an arm and slapped himself.

"Woah woah calm down man are you okay?" China restrained Russia's arm, afraid he'd do something. The Russian said noting but eventually relaxed his arm.

"How about we take a stroll?" China suggested.

...

America walked up to the director, "excuse me? Can I have a word?" He asked politely.

"Oh you're finally here, what's with the hold up? Do you understand that time is precious and we can't waste a single second of recording time?!"

America was caught of guard with the scolding and flinched, "I'm sorry, I fell on the way up the mountain."

"And?" The director raised an eyebrow. "Well I injured myself when I fell, I heard we're going to have physical activities tomorrow so I wanted to request so I could drop out of the show." America sighed.

"Are you fucking serious? It's just a small injury as you're acting like you're crippled or something. We're the only studio that recruits all kinds of actors, do you really think that other studios would ever accept you? With your shitty reputation? Be grateful we aren't absolutely repulsed by your mere presence! Besides your contract doesn't allow you to back out in the middle of the show. Now stop wasting my time."

America sighed again, "sure," he said as he left. By now whatever hateful things anyone said about America, he was used to it. Every if it did hurt him it's not like he could rant about it to anyone. Of course he was annoyed, but America wasn't his old rebellious and brazen self anymore so he didn't see it necessary to retort the director's words.

"How did it go?" Poland asked. America shook his head, "nah, I got a scolding instead, I guess I'll just have to manage somehow."

"I swear to fucking god... aren't you gonna fight back or file a report?" Poland huffed.

"And who would believe me?" America chuckled.

Poland was at a loss for words, he had to admit no one would believe America unless they saw the scene unfold themselves.

"Anyways wheres Russia?" America's gaze darted around to search for the Russian.

"He went on a stroll with China after slapping himself for some reason." Poland pointed towards a path.

"Huh that's odd why would he do that...?"

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Did I almost forget to update? Yes I did.
Next chapter has angst if I write according to what I already planned.

Notes : 1 spell check