RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 19: tireur isolé

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial

Chapter 19: tireur isolé

Paintball might not have been the best idea, almost all the nations got violent when it came to guns, sometimes even Canada. Russia didn't like the risk of getting his scarf covered in paint so he ended up stealing, (I mean), borrowing Canada's sweatshirt again, so Canada ended up freezing. It wasn't snowing but it was cold enough to. They arrived at the wooded area, after America's comments of how Canada drived like an old lady, and Canada again had to pay for the supplies. Instead of playing it safe, none of them got padding's or even face protectors. Kumajirou decided to sit in the office of the place and wait for them to brutally murder each other with paint; he saw how the place was covered with paint and didn't even wanna try to go through that.

They got the paint guns, America shot one towards the Brit to freak him out, and set them up, they even got to pick what colors they wanted. Both America and Russia got red, white, and blue, along with Britain but he added green in the color, and Canada got red, white, and orange. Kumajirou gave a little wave to the four as they walked into the woods, there were no teams this time. Russia immediately saw America as his target just as America wanted to shoot down the Russian so bad. England didn't care who he hit, if it was America he could be happy with that though, tough love eh?

Canada didn't care who he hit either, if he could win, he would be very happy then. He watched as America and Russia eyed each other as they got deeper in, they were gonna get each other out, he knew that. "Wanna make this interesting?" America asked. The other three turned their attention to him. "Who ever wins can pick what we have for dinner?"

"I'm not risking England winning and cooking." Russia said. England glared at the Russian.

"How about who ever wins gets to pick where we go for dinner and the losers have to pay?" Canada said.

"Not a bad idea." America said. "Okay~ I'll agree to all of you paying for hamburgers~" He laughed. England rolled his eyes but agreed and so did Russia. They stood there for a minute in a circle looking around at each other. "No groin" America noted, the other three definitely agreed to that one. After another few seconds of just standing there, Canada took off one way, game on!

America ran another way, England another, and Russia another. England decided to get to the highest ground possible, he was much better at aim if it was high up more, he learned that from his years of archery. America stayed on even ground while Russia stayed on lower ground, if he could hide well in a ditch and shoot at anything above that passes, that would work. As for Canada, no one knew where the boy went, whether he was high or low or even in the trees.

America found out where Russia was and he immediately shot at the Russian. Russia quickly got out of the way though and took cover from the American. America growled and moved to get another angle on him. Before he could get cover though, Russia shot back from his hiding place. America ducked down and shot back knowing his aim was a little off but it was worth it. From behind, another shot came. England locked on America and shot more than twenty times, sadly America managed to dodge all of them. America turned at shot back at the Brit who managed to avoid being hit. After that, it was countless shootings between front and back with America, Russia closing in on him as England continued shooting from behind.

America shot back at England a couple times and England didn't shoot back after. America smiled with the thought of he probably hit England and turned his attention fully on Russia. Unfortunately, the Russian had taken America's distraction as an advance and got out of his range. America growled again and moved on to find him again, this was personal for him.

Russia moved on to find either England or Canada, the weak targets, or so he thought. Eventually, he found England and began shooting, The Brit put a strong fight up and shot back at Russia, one paint ball actually went right past his head and splattered on the tree behind him. Russia tried shooting back only to realize the Brit used that as an escape, smart Brit. Russia then looked for Canada, keeping an eye out for both America and England too, but he couldn't find the Canadian.