"Mr. Russia…. Please…." Estonia tried, tears welling up in his own eyes. He had never seen Russia in this state before. A broken chair lay smashed on the ground. He hair was tangled and his face was red. Of course he had experienced his anger before, but this was something different. Russia's pipe was in his hand and his knuckled were white from clutching us.
"How am I supposed to?! SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE!" He face was red and his hair now covered eyes, tears streaming from them. Leukemia was a murderer. It had slaughtered the only one he had ever loved with all his heart. That was gone now…. All of it…
The Baltics stood united as a teary, terrified trio. Mr. Russia had loved a woman named Inna very much. Many times she stayed over and was always happy. Many times Mr. Russia himself would leave to visit her. Inna had convinced Russia they try for a child one night, and so they did. But… Poor Inna had died after 13 months on being in the hospital. Nobody could visit. Nobody could say goodbye.
XXX TIMESKIP (YES I KNOW THAT WAS SHORT I SUCK AT WRITING SAD EXPERIENCES) XXX
It had been 14 years since that fateful day. (Cliché) Ivan and the rest of the personifications sat in the World Conference hall. Gladly for Ivan, it was being held in Russia so he hadn't far to go. Many issues came in and faded out of the conversation, but it all bored the large Russian. China sighed and Russia glanced at him.
"They are so immature!" Yao stated. It was true. The room was now in chaos with the normal catfight with England and France, Germany shouting for attention, and the bubbly Italian daydreaming about pasta. Russia sighed.
It was a soft knock at the large wooden doors that made them all stop in their tracks. Rushing to get back to their seats and look at least a little presentable, another knock came at the door.
"Come in." Ludwig grumbled, irritated at the fact that somebody knocking silenced them but his asking them too didn't. A girl in a knee high, blue dress stepped in. Her eyes were painted in determination. The length of her hair, which ended right where her dress did, baffled the group. But what baffled them more was the fact that this girl looked exactly like Russia.
AN:
Hey so thanks for all your support guys I really love you all ^^ But I would like to apologize for the last thing posted. I was currently working an X Reader (ABSOLUTELY NO LEMON) story about the capital of Italy, Venice. My cat jumped up to my keyboard, screwed up the writing before I could edit, and posted it. That piece of writing has been trashed and you will probably not see the finished one posted. (Unless people ask) Thanks again guys!