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

Chapter Eleven

The elevator slowly rose upward, my ears started to feel weird. I traced my hands on my wounds, for some reason even before all the country shit happened I always noticed I could heal faster than others. I always didn't understand why, I felt like I wasn't human, like I was weird, abnormal.

Well now I know why, with all the lab test subject thing. After learning about me being a test subject I started to feel scared. Like scared of myself. I know call me weird or paranoid but it's just like that...

I always wondered what my bones were made out of.. is the blood flowing in me actual human blood from other people? Is my personality actually mine or just programmed like that?

There's so many questions I have about myself, it keeps me up at night wondering if one day everyone will die and I'll be the only one left considering I don't technically age. I'm not sure about that part though.

The more I think about it the more I realized that I haven't experienced anything in the world, I had my childhood stripped away from me. Makes me hate the fellow scientists more but I guess they're already dead so nothing I can do about it anymore.

I casually sneak glances at Russia, standing there all tall and mighty. And apparently able to teleport like anywhere. As if his precision and temper hasn't made him threatening enough. Like that one time he threw a knife next to my face.

I'm grateful he's tagging along but is he actually helping me or not? Does he have a motive? Does he also want to kill me like America and China and literally every other country?

Suddenly my head felt dizzy

What's going on?

I feel so tired suddenly..

Images of Russia sitting next to the bar before I went to bed flashed in my mind. I could hear a voice echo throughout the room.

'Kill her'

'Hurry'

'Do it while she's asleep'

"I know be patient would you?" Russia's Slavic accent rang out. His words were sharp, it could pierce me like a sword.

"How about you help me?" He said with an annoyed tone, if you didn't hear it as a two way conversation he would seem like he was crazy and talking to himself. The images I was getting were very distorted and glitchy.

'How about not?' The voice said, Russia suddenly screamed out an ear deafening roar.

"STOP RESISTING!" He clawed on his ushanka, his voice faltered every so often as he said that sentence. The voice chuckled, 'get rid of them or else I'll snap your neck in two, and you better hurry...'

"Fine dickhead they are causing me a bunch of trouble anyway," Russia said very bluntly. Teleported next to where I was sleeping hovering over me. He slowly moved his hands towards my neck. Then I jolted Upwards and hit his head.

After that the image in my mind faded and glitched away like how you turned off an old tv. All the static and distortion stopped I was face to face with Russia.

"Are you okay?" He pat my back, I was crouching on the floor squeezing my ears shut. He looked at me with concerned eyes. He's a traitor isn't he?

But it was just an image in my mind, It's not true right? It can't be. I saved him from fucking suicide why would he want to kill me now. Why do they all want to kill me now??

"I-I'm fine!" I jumped backwards, afraid of his touch. I gripped the hand marks on my neck in a nervous manner. He cocked his head, he looked hurt, please don't look at me with those kind and sincere eyes. He's hiding bad motives I just know it.

A slight pink tint spread across my face, he averted his gaze. It stabbed my heart, I could feel his emotions, he was hurt, tired, worried. It's all a lie though.

Maybe not, I'll just trust him for now, even less than before. I hope he doesn't betray me. All I want to do now is honestly die. I'm tired and sick of all this.

The elevator bell dinged and the doors slowly creaked open. I hurriedly stood up, Russia did too. I glanced over at him again.

"Ah Welcome welcome, ooo looks like a new visitor~ well everyone is welcome!" I heard a voice, I snapped out of my bubble. I glanced over to the last floor, in the middle of the large room was a desk what I presume to be the managers desk.

And there Phil was lounging on that table with a cocktail in his hands. The room was lit with neon lights, my eyes were starting to be affected in this casino.

"Would you kindly let us the fuck go?" Russia's tone snapped from mockingly kind to plain old 'I'm going to fucking murder you' tone.

Phil took a look at his watch, and glanced back at us, "why don't you make your time worthwhile and play with me this time I'll make sure to give you a better challenge! That's what you want right?" He said in a childish tone. "No we want to get out of here.."

His face dropped, "you missed out your whole childhood right? Stay here and play with us forever, you'll fine everything you ever wanted for a childhood right here."

I stood there contemplating what I should choose, I really did want to experience a childhood and I think anything is better than going on a journey with everyone trying to kill me including my so called teammate.

"I'm sorry but no, Sure I missed out my childhood, so what? I'm not going to let you fuck around with my life!" I snapped at him. He didn't even flinch and just stared at me like I was a brand new toy at a toy store.

"Well that's too bad..." he pulled something out of his pockets. "Then I'll force you to," he dropped what he had in his hand it landed on the floor with a clink.

It landed on number 3.

A/N : guess who's back from exams??? I'm so sorry for being gone for so long!

Uh now I'm back, let's goooooo

Also have this doodle of Russia I made in less than 10 mins, it's supposed to be when he looked at (Y/N) with those kind and hurt eyes while averting his gaze.

This was cuter in my head but ok Cya in the next chapter.