Royal Guard | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Thanks Russ

The muffled cheers of the crowd resonated in the palace. The constant waves of 'congratulations' made the prince gag. Everything around him was blurred and yet he still heard everything people said from insults to praises.

"America are you okay?"

"Huh?" America snapped out of his daze, there stood China with a glass of tea (or more specifically Macha)

"Yeah I'm jolly, just awesome," he rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically. "Don't worry I won't say congratulations or anything, I know how much you dislike marriage in general." China sat down in the lotus position next to the American.

The Chinese man wore red and golden traditional Chinese robes. He had long silky hair that was tied up with beautiful hair accessories.

Notes : I'm having a hard time describing China's hairstyle just because there are a variety of hairstyles similar to what I described that was used in ancient Chinese times. So If you watch Chinese historical dramas, look at the male leads, yeah that's what I'm trying to describe.

America glanced at him, "Even though we're technically rivals, yeah I admit, you do know me well," China just silently sipped his tea. "這並不意味著我們不能成為朋友，只是我們的王國在競爭哪個更好 (that doesn't mean we can't be friends, it's just our kingdoms competing over which one is better)"

"Of course I know that dumbass, isn't that why we're still friends until now even against our kingdom's wishes?" The American prince chuckled and ran his hand through his messy hair.

China just squinted his barely visible eyes, "you should enjoy the party, it is after all for you," he took another sip of his tea. America scoffed, "don't make me laugh, I never wanted this in the first place."

"You seemed to be very determined during the competition,"

"That's because no one told us the reward for winning!"

The Chinese man raised an eyebrow, "indeed they didn't tell us during the briefing but it was clearly stated in the invitation," his chinese English accent was extra visible.

"Wait they did?" America widened his eyes in disbelief. "Yeah they di-"

"中國來這裡! (China come here!)"

The American could see the Chinese prince's face contort in annoyance, "sorry my three annoying uncles are calling me again, I have to go, I wish you good luck with your dad."

Notes : if you're wondering the three of China's uncles are the three ancient Chinese kingdoms periods

China got up in an orderly manner and walked away without a word. Like Chinese people say, 'walk like the wind'

Suddenly Britain and Russia walked up to the sitting America, before his dad could say a single thing the American jumped up and grabbed him by the collar.

"What the hell old man? You didn't tell me anything!" America angrily complained a little too loud, a few people noticed them.

Britain's face was unmoving and calm, even while being threatened and yelled at by his son he showed no distraught. "I see you figured out already, how about we talk about it outside?" Britain's Royal aura emanated even now as he handled the situation with ease.

"What is there to explain in the first place?"

Russia just stood next to the two of them while they argued. He stood without a word because he knew that when it came to these things, it was a royal's business and not his.

"The sooner you get married the faster you'll get the throne and finally start acting accordingly without fooling around,"

America let go of his dad's collar but his expression could be explained in one word - pissed.

Ever since the beginning America noticed his dad's demeanor was somewhat similar to the Russia's, always so calm and collected. Except his dad wasn't emotionless and Russia didn't have his dad's royal aura.

"Sorry America but being foolish like you are now, will only lead to tragedy," Britain flattened out the part of his outfit that America grabbed. "So is not wanting to marry foolish to you?" The America prince snapped again and attempted to grab his dad by the collar again.

"Bloody hell I said sorry already you twat, I knew you wouldn't try at all if you knew the reward," the British man deflected America's hands. The prince couldn't forget the fact that his dad was also a very talented king. "You're the fucking twat! I didn't want any of this!"

"Oh sod off America, no one gives a rat's arse what you want or don't want, what you need to be thinking of is whether it's good for your kingdom or not! Having a queen can reassure your people, especially with that bloody personality of yours! Grow up."

"Fine, you want me to piss off? Then I'm fucking leaving I ain't dealing with this shit, come on Russ," America stormed off with the Russian following him out the room they were using for the party.

The cold night air swirled around the two of them as they both took a walk around Japan's oddly large garden in silence. "Sorry you had to see that, me and my old man don't usually snap that easily, especially him."

"It's fine, I just hope you're okay," Russia replied, "well it doesn't matter, the marriage will probably be held in a few years so I still have time to figure out how to call it off, we're gonna head back tomorrow." America rubbled the side of his neck.

"You don't want to marry her right?" The question slipped out of Russia's mouth so he tried to play it off. "No I don't, I see her only as a big sister and I know she only sees me as somewhat of a brother as well," America finally turned to his guard who's face was a little red. Probably from the cold.

They stared at each other face to face, suddenly America leaned forward and placed his head on the Russian's collarbone. Russia almost jumped back in surprise.

"I'm tired."

Silence between the two lasted for quite awhile, America was simply too tired to speak. Russia couldn't get his words out every time he tried to.

Neither of them could see each other's expressions, the American was facing downwards. The shorter boy didn't feel like crying he was just simply angry and done with everything.

"Well I think you should follow your heart," Russia patted the back of the American's head. "Too bad no one listens to what I want," America sighed.

"I'm listening."

America's eyes widened, he stopped leaning and stood straight staring at the Russian. The American's face was filled with a little bit of shock. A red hue enveloped his face, warming him up.

"Thanks Russ."

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Writing the argument between American and Britain was fun, especially the British insults and how they translate into the American language like "sod off" translates into "piss off" to America. That was entertaining lmfao.

Please don't hate on Britain for doing what he did

Notes : 1 spell check