I offered to make the characters dragons (I love dragons so much) if they chose an Imagine Dragons song. So it's RusAme with Radioactive. I'm going to go ahead and explain some stuff so you can actually enjoy this and so you know what you're getting into beforehand because it would be cruel if I didn't. First off, the song itself. It's apocalyptic and revolutionary. It's about destruction and rebuilding. Here you're going to find the destruction portion, so just keep in mind that there would be more to this. I'm just not going to do it here. It fits with RusAme though, or at least how I see them and what I want to say about them. I'll do it justice don't worry. But do not expect this to be some sort of heroic one shot. It's not. It's scary. You put the two most powerful countries together and they can be completely devastating. Hence why the Cold War was so scary. Which is where I'm deriving inspiration this time. However, instead of being enemies, they'll be allies (friends, lovers, whatever you want. I'm not getting into that here, it'd take too long), which is even scarier than the Cold War. It's a force that couldn't have been stopped (sorry the rest of the world).
I didn't bother too much with song history. The band is already American. And the music video is its own story. So this is based on emotion and lyrics only. In its own way, it does match the music video though.
So now that you know what you're getting into, just try and enjoy the terrifying beauty of it for now. There are notes at the end to help you imagine an actual story. One that you can create yourself.
Dusky air filled the grey dragon's lungs as he inhaled deeply, just waking up to the light of a new day. He yawned, inhaling enough of the surrounding atmosphere that he could taste the burn of chemicals. The grey dragon shifted in order to stand up, stretching his front legs out and yawning widely again, muscles rippling underneath a sheen of pristine white and grey scales.
The dragon took a moment to scratch his head on a front paw, noticing how slick his scales had become from the ashes and humidity that filled the air. His eyes were alight with fire as he recollected the events of the previous evening before the dragon he was with and himself had fallen asleep from exhaustion. They had entirely too much fun destroying a nearby village the night before and had stayed up long after his partner liked to be asleep.
His fellow dragon was still sound asleep, inhaling deeply and making low grumbling sounds that shook the mountain in a manner that calmed the grey dragon. Choosing to let the blue dragon sleep, the grey dragon took the time to observe the city they had chosen to roost over for the night. It was amusing to see the people try to flee. No matter how much time they gave them, it was never enough time for everyone to flee, and he could expect that there would be plenty of satisfying screams when the two dragons began their work.
The city below was spotted with a few dim lights here and there as grey shadows moved in the twilight. Tall buildings loomed in front of their perch, as a beacon, calling the grey dragon to take it down. Begging him.
Why not have just a tiny bit of fun while he waited.
It grew tiring to wait for the blue dragon to awaken sometimes, although, this was mostly because the grey dragon didn't sleep nearly as much as the other. But the grey dragon understood this, and the blue dragon understood that he didn't always like to be kept waiting.
He peaked over the edge of the cliff for just a moment before plunging off at breakneck speed, plummeting downward and not extending his wings until the very last second…or what he thought was the last second. The grey dragon was not as agile as the blue dragon and crashed into the ground with a deafening thud, flattening a few smaller buildings. He shook it off, craning his neck over to examine his back. There were a few scales missing and a small amount of blood trickled down his spine. That was going to leave a mark, he thought. A few stragglers that were left in the city began screaming and running away from the dragon. At least he had gotten some amusement out of his blunder.
However, he had accidentally destroyed a section of the city, something the grey dragon had been trying to avoid for the sake of his companion. He'd have to make it up to him somehow.
Gossamer thin grey wings covered the sun as the grey dragon took off and flew over the city. Not exactly sure what he was looking for, the pace was slow and steady as his great purple eyes cast a chilling stare over the city, making people cower in fear and unable to run. An icy fired burned in the dragon's massive chest at the sight.
That's when he spotted it. A white flag of surrender. It was massive too, meaning it probably originally belonged to the small red dragon that used to inhabit this area. The citizens of the town must have hung it during the night while the dragons slept in an attempt to evade the inevitable. The flag only made the grey dragon angrier though. If it had belonged to the red dragon, then that meant the citizens had taken it after his death and his chest puffed in anger.
It had taken the two dragons on the cliff a long time, but now, there were no more tanks to oppose them. The artillery had ceased to fire at them when the humans began to run instead of trying to fight anymore. It was an overwhelming victory for the dragons. The grey dragon smirked sadly as he reminisced on the friends he had lost over the years, including the red dragon who had always loved the humans and had been betrayed. Now, it was only him and the blue dragon left.
It was a perfect trophy really. A symbol of how far they had come. The dragon's eyes flashed menacingly as he ripped the flag from its stand, tearing the fabric and sending another wave of screams through the crowd below. In a display of wild arrogance that he had picked up over time from his companion, the grey dragon draped the flag around his neck and snorted a puff of hot smoke through the city.
Before heading back to their shared mountain top, the grey dragon found what appeared to be a large vat of red liquid from the town and took it with him. Why the humans had this he couldn't fathom, maybe it had been an offering to the red dragon before the war, but the grey smiled as he thought about how happy this would make the blue dragon. He knew from experience that the blue dragon loved trophies as much as he did, but this was different. The blue dragon would have to find his own trophy since the grey dragon had already claimed his. It would mean more that way.
He landed softly on the ground next to the blue dragon, staring unblinkingly as the sunlight danced off of the deep azure scales. Even though he knew it was because they were dragons, that their scales were impervious to dirt and most damage, he couldn't help but admire their brilliance.
From there, he waited patiently, watching the blue dragon's chest rise and fall, eyes flutter beneath his closed lids as the scales above them quivered.
It didn't take much longer for the other dragon to wake, stretching much in the same way that the grey dragon had, except this dragon had a more pleasant expression when he wasn't actively destroying towns. The grey dragon didn't exactly understand it, but it was amusing to him that the blue dragon could switch from a laid back, almost friendly expression into a fierce killing machine in next to no time at all. In a way, the grey dragon almost admired the trait. But it was that naivety that had gotten their race in trouble in the first place and would need to be extinguished for them to survive. The grey dragon lived for the blaze that burned in the other's eyes as they crushed entire towns together, and it was that thought that had kept him from killing the other.
Once the blue dragon has fully awoken, the grey dragon allowed him a moment to look over the new section of their kingdom before pushing the vat towards him. The blue dragon's eyes light up in what the humans may have called delight. War paint.
The grey dragon helped the blue dragon line himself with stripes, not putting any of the paint on himself. Again, it wasn't that the grey dragon understood why the other dragon liked this. But while he was acting like a hatchling now, the paint made the other dragon ten times more ferocious, for whatever reason. The grey dragon focused on spreading the paint evenly to distract his wandering mind that wanted so badly to attack the town finally. But it would be more satisfying this way.
It took a while, but after some time the paint covered the blue dragon from head to toe. He stood proudly on the edge of their cliff, a toothy snarl starting to spread across his jawline, muscles tensed in all four of his legs as he prepared himself for the start. The grey dragon was already prepared. He did not need coaxing in order to instill bone chilling fear into the filthy humans that sobbed on the street as whatever little hope they had left fled the town faster than their tiny, worthless feet could carry them.
The grey dragon joined the blue dragon on the edge of the cliff and glanced sideways at him, eye slits dilating in ecstasy around his great, purple lenses.
Before the took off, they each grabbed a can filled with a toxic, green slush, and the grey dragon lifted a lip on just one side of his jaw at the thought of building seared with the substance. It wasn't completely necessary, but the stuff was trapping the remaining citizens in the city, ensuring good sport. Plus it produced a dazzling light when lit that both dragons found enticing. More than once had they each burned themselves as they got too close to its brilliance, but that didn't stop them from wanting to use the stuff. They simultaneously spread their wings and descended onto the city. Dropping the acid on the outer edges before diving into the middle
It wasn't long before the grey dragon had lost sight of the blue dragon as he was too enveloped in his own pleasure to notice all of his surroundings, not that it mattered at this point.
The screams of terror filled the dragon's ears in a cacophony of music and he basked in the destruction. Their shouts blanketing the morning air in a haze of confusion and disaster. Crying women and children tried to run. The fools should have thought of that last night, the grey dragon thought as he burned a group of them to a crisp, the heat kissing his cheeks softly.
A nearby building exploded as the blue dragon burst through it in a twisting aerial sweep and fire lit up the still dim morning, burning the humidity from the air. The red contrasted with the blue, making the dragon that much easier to spot, causing people to be unable to rip their gaze from his cat-like stare as they died where they stood. The grey dragon noticed that his comrade had acquired a trophy of his own. A thick chain with a smashed car door clasped to it. Something fun must have happened with a car. The blue dragon's trophies were usually chosen out of sport. Maybe the humans had tried to fight back.
Together, they flattened the city and all of the remaining residents in a few hours.
If I had to say, this is probably the climax of some story. The song itself was suggestive of a climax and there's a sort of terrifying brilliance to this. So you can imagine whatever you want to get them to this point or whatever you want afterwards to tell a different story. One that you would actually like to read about.
If it's the beginning of a story, the story is about rebuilding and Russia will need to learn how to actually build something instead of just destroying it.
If it's the end of a story. Well. You get exactly what you just read. Possible if you just want to show how terrifying power can really be.
Maybe they conquer space next. WHO KNOWS THEY'RE DRAGONS AND CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY WANT TO!