I own nothing.
"Become one with Mother Russia, da?"
"...You know what, aru? I'm sick of the same old routine, aru. Yes,"
"... Yes?"
"Yes, I will become one with you, aru,"
"..."
"What are you gonna do about it now, aru?"
The bigger country simply smiled.
He grabbed the Asian country's hand, dragging him to his room.
But would it be called dragging if China was willingly following him?
She couldn't...
How could he have...
Why...
She was on the landing of the stairs to their house when she overheard their conversation.
How dare that filthy little shemale country steal her beloved brother from her?
Drip
Her cheek was wet. She tasted salt in her mouth.
She wiped her left cheek.
A teardrop.
...
I'm not crying, she thought.
Just then, another tear fell.
"I'm not crying,"
Now it seemed like a river.
"... Stop crying,"
She slapped herself.
"I'm not crying..." her voice came out shaky this time.
"I'm not crying..."
"Not... crying..."
"Not..."
She was sobbing uncontrollably now, could hardly speak.
"I'M NOT CRYING!" she managed to choke out after a while.
She should plan a murder now-
Yes, she should.
No plan.
But that was impossible!
She always had a plan!
Always.
But somehow... her mind was blank.
She really needed a murder plan right now...
Wait, wasn't she planning one right before she overheard their conversation?
If she could just remember it now...
Yes...
That was it...
She would use her evil little plan on it.
Everything would be better.
So why am I crying harder now?
No, she couldn't cry.
She needed to stop crying.
Maybe she should have something to eat, drink maybe...
Without looking down, she put a foot on the next step.
Slip.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Ukraine looked up from her work.
What was that?
She had a bad feeling about that thud...
She opened her door slightly, looking around.
"Russia? Bel-"
What she saw shocked her speechless.
Her eyes had locked on the body of her youngest sister sprawled on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, with a neck twisted enough for her to be dead.
"Big Brother, where are you?"
"Big Brother, why won't you beocme one with me?"
"I'm not crying,"
"Big brother,"
"Why?"
"I will kill anyone who dares separate us,"
"Marry me, big brother,"
"Marry Me"
These whispers were often heard in the Russian household, and it was easy to guess that the spirit of the dead country was not in peace.
And occasionally sobbing.
"I'm not crying,"
Sob.
"Big brother, marry me,"
Sob.
"You won't marry me?"
Sob.
"I'm not crying."
What is this.
I don't know either.
I know it sucks.
Goodbye.