RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 19: tireur isolé

After an hour of shooting, avoiding, hiding, running, and shooting again, no one had gotten out, no one had had seen the Canadian once since they spread out either. America found Russia again and they began another little paint fight until Russia called out.

"Where's your brother?" He called out. America stopped shooting at first with the thought but figured it was a trick and shot back. "America. Where is Canada?"

"Is this a trick?" America called back.

"No. I really haven't seen him."

"Neither have I." America called back and sat there for a minute. "You think he got hurt?"

"Maybe. He seems a little clumsy."

"Hey! Don't call Canadia clumsy!"

"I'm just saying." Russia said. "Look, why don't we take a time out and find him okay? Just in case he did get hurt." America first thought it was a trick but he decided to agree with the Russian and came out of hiding spot. Russia let the time out go in with them and England soon joined up with the two joining in the time out.

"I haven't seen him either." England said. America got worried for a second, his little brother could of tripped or something and gotten hurt or broke something even. Russia thought about the boy's sickness he had had, maybe it came back and he passed out.

Sadly, they were all wrong.

Paint splattered all over England from a distance, hitting the Brit in his stomach and chest. England first moaned in pain and then got all pissy. "What the bloody hell? !" He yelled. More paintballs came flying and America quickly grabbed onto England and used him as a shield, covering the Brit in paint again. "Did you seriously just use me as a shield? !"

"Don't worry. I wouldn't do it if we were in an actual war or something." America said.

"Uh huh!" England ducked down and America was covered in paint balls. Russia had hide behind the tree realizing he was wrong about Canada and figured he was the one doing the shooting. He looked out in the direction the paint balls were coming from and didn't see anything, just trees and more trees. Those shots must be close, he thought. He looked at the bushes and looked at the trees and still didn't see anything. He came out a bit to look more and, bam!

Russia was shot more then ten times, more then the other two got, all over his stomach and chest, and one on his upper part of his leg, close to an area they agreed not to hit. Russia stood there in disbelief, he was out, and he thought he would shoot all of them out.

"I won!" Canada laughed and jumped out of the bushes almost a mile or two away. Russia blinked in more disbelief, he swore these shots were taken from close up. Canada began to make his way over to the three nations.

"Damn it I was gonna beat you this time!" America rambled. "Can't believe you beat me again." Russia looked toward America.

"Again?" He questioned. "W-Wait. You mean the rematch... was because you lost?"

"Sadly yes. Several times too." America admitted. "That's what I get for challenging a sniper."

Canada finally got over to the group and started leading them back to the car. England followed closely along with America giving Russia a look and then following. Russia stood there. "M-Matvey is a sniper?" He questioned. America looked back and gave a nod.

"A professional too." He called back and then ran ahead when he realized England and Canada were leaving him behind.

Russia started following, he couldn't stand there forever, but he was in complete shock, how could a boy like him be a professional sniper?