Of Russian Roulette

Never
Never
Never
He was never right in the head.
couldn't mess him up anymore, or at all.

The brunette watched his siblings.

Eyes of gold gleaming, st.petersburg watched him, ever smiling, hair the colour of a silver bar flopping in front of his face.
The sadist of the group, the scarf around his neck, innocent looking, too long for him, Vilnius knew very well the weapons concealed there, the knives, his own scalpels would be no match for what the smaller city hid.

And then there was Moscow, his same height give or take, seemingly calm, dirty blond hair tucked back a bit, his own eyes were once blue, though they now bore swirls of brown as his city had become polluted.
Did Moscow even have a personality? from what Vilnius knew he was pretty much Russia's lap dog, the whip at his side not nearly as hidden as Saint's weapons.

"okay, we will play a game, and if Vilnius wins, he can have his children back, Da?"

Vilnius scowled at the very sound of Moscow's voice, the clickclickclick.

He had played this game.

"does Vilnius want to go first?"

The brunette took the gun, pointing it to his head, pulling the trigger.

just a click.

Five, take one, four empty spots.

He looked up as Moscow grasped it, smiling as he pulled the trigger.

Saint bounced in place, jumping to take the gun, little gloved fingers easily pulling the trigger.

Click

Five, take three.

Vilnius merely frowned in distaste.

The wind howled.

Moscow had insisted they play outside, so that Russia's home would not be messied, and so that they would not wake the children (or his pregnant husband/wife, when had Moscow taken a lover?...)

The brunette blinked slowly, looking down the barrel, dark and bleak, metal glint.

he tilted his head forward, kissing the end, watching Moscow arch a brow at the action.

The Lithuanian city smiled.

"I lose"

Crack

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An event from his past, don't worry, he's not really human he just needed a while to heal after this game c: