Strings Attached (Countryhumans X Reader)(Sequel to Game Over)

Chapter Fifteen

They stood there looming over us, the eerie silence continued between us and them. They were the first to make a move, me and Poland flinched when their hand reached out for their mask.

The parted it a little to show half his face, "Mex?" I raised an eyebrow. My clutch on the knife faltering. "I'm sorry but you have to die," he pointed his large scythe in front of us.

He placed his mask back in place and pounced at us. He swung it around, me and Pol got a few cuts. Pol was basically flying around like a headless bird trying to avoid it since it was so huge.

His cape swung around in the wind as he moved swiftly and efficiently. It was very smooth and controlled his movements.

I found and opening and pointed the knife to his neck, he replied by using his scythe as a long stick, the ones your use for the long jumps to leap above me.

I did manage to sever a crack in his mask. It slowly increased and spread as we moved some more.

He used his scythe to pull Poland back on the ground. Poland slammed on the ground, his feather wings were ruffled and bloody.

The polish country staggered as he attempted to get up. "I think he represents a Mexican tradition, day of the dead, the mask kind of gave it away," Poland muttered out coughing a little here and there.

"Do you think the mask is important?" I glared, Mexico was already spinning around his scythe slowly walking towards us. "May be, for now focus on not DYING!" His vocal patterns altered on the end because a scythe came flying to his face, he flew upwards to avoid it.

Mexico was now throwing his large ass scythe... nice. He gripped its handle and pulled it from the wall it was engraved in. It created a large long hole in the middle of the wall.

He slammed the side of the scythe on me, I used the table to hold him off. Eventually I rolled away as he crushed the wooden table in a million splinters.

His scythe collided with my tiny kitchen knife, as expected it was pushed away from me. He surrounded me on the blade part of the scythe. "You finished?" He adjusted his hat that miraculously stayed on his head the whole time.

"It's not over yet," I say confidently, Poland thrusted the knife into his upper right hand. He gripped his bleeding hand. He can't use his hand anymore it's over. I'm the nick of time Poland grabbed his mask and smashed it with his foot. It was definitely done.

Just as we thought so he threw the scythe to his other hand and started swinging. Oh come on he can use both hands? I started backing away and dodging all the slices. It's like doing a limbo but more deadly in a way.

"God your movements are so irritating!! It's hurting my vision just fucking die!" He glared at us and swung again. His movements now were more reckless and rough

I read once about the Mexican bull fights, apparently bulls can see red it's just the excessive movements of the red cloth that makes the bulls pounce at the person.

Was this like that? Was the mask supposed to help with that condition? I'm guessing so.

Somehow I kept backing away until I hit the metal shelf in what I assume was a storage. Just as he entered the room and was about to lift his scythe to my face. I didn't notice the remaining space between me and the shelf and slammed into it.

The shelf rocked and a bucket of paint from the top of the shelf tumbled and fell on my head, drenching me in red paint. Mexico whipped his head around confused, he looked like he was trying to find me.

Eventually he left the room and went to find Poland. So that means, since bulls are color blind to red does that mean he can't see red things? Well I hope so.

I took another bucket of red paint into the living room where I heard Poland's shouts. He looked down at me from the chandelier with a 'why are you drenched in red paint' look.

But then he noticed that Mexico didn't notice I entered the room then he understood. I threw the bucket of paint to him. He caught it successfully, opened the lid and poured it all over himself. He then threw the empty can of paint for extra precaution.

"I see what you did, god dammit, fuckin cowards!" He shouted not knowing where we were. I picked up the kitchen knife and stabbed him in the back and thigh, he grunted in pain before dropping on the ground in agony and passing out.

Me and Poland dropped in a sitting position next to each other on the ground. "Wow I can't believe we did it," he huffed. "Me neither," I yawned at the end. Poland slowly drifted off to sleep and leaned on my shoulder.

We both did, and we both were too paranoid to wash the paint off first in case Mexico wakes up.

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"Come (Y/N) It's the second of November I want to show you something!" Mexico pulled me by the hand to a seemingly colorful Mexican festival.

"This is the festival for the day of the dead, I wanted to show you because I heard from the others that you're very interested in our different cultures!"

"Well ok then show me around,"

For the rest of the day we went around the festival doing the Mexican traditional things on a festival, he even sang me a song which was really sweet.

Here's the last place I wanted to bring you to. He brought me to a small stand with a ton colorful skull masks. He took one and placed it on, "we use this on the festival, you should try one."

I took the one nearest to me and placed it on, "do I look weird?" I gave a slight chuckle at the end, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Quite the opposite," he parted his mask halfway, his face a deep hue of red staring back at me.