Prologue

(Ivan's POV)

My name is Ivan Braginski, second child of three. My life was never perfect or normal. Psychotic, stalker of a little sister, Over-emotional older sister, abusive father, and my mother died when I was born. My father was always searching for women. He would seduce any woman he saw. Damn man whore. Funny how only 3 out of the 27 he fucked he got pregnant.

Katsuyasha, my older sister, her mother was Ukrainian. My father only chose her for her massive tits, even though she was a stunningly beautiful woman, he was only ever interested in them and the sex.

My mother was Russian. I only ever saw pictures, she was beautiful, tall, blonde, gleaming violet eyes. I miss my mother.

Natalia, my younger sister, her mother was Belarusian, she was shorter than Katty's and mine, yet beautiful all the same.

But, enough of the family introductions, here is my life in short.

I always thought I was alright to be around, likeable. Boy was I wrong. My first three friends, the 'trembling trio' as everyone called them, left me alone after a while, along with everyone else. I never understood why… until I noticed how aggressive I had gotten when I beat up Toris (My only 'true' friend, the last one to every leave,) giving him a broken arm, leg and a couple of broken ribs.

That was when I realised, No one likes me. No one. Everyone is scared of me. That is only ONE of the reasons I started cutting. The feeling of the cool sharp metal against my bare skin, dragging the pain away with the crimson streams dripping into the sink and flowing down the drain.

No one knows, not even Yao. Yao… the new Chinese student in my class. He's a few months older, more mature than I. He is my one and only TRUE friend. He stayed by my side all this time.

Problem: I've started getting feelings for him… I… I think I Love him. No… I'm sure of it… but. I know he doesn't like me back, I will always be alone. I'll never be loved. Not even by my own father.

When he had heard I was in love with a boy he went absolutely APESHIT. He draggedme down the stairs, by my favourite scarf, strangling me in the process. Took me to our basement, the dim light showing the blood-splattered walls where he has shed my blood before, and beat the living FUCK out of me. I was out for 3 days after that.

Yao always asks me what happened. Many times he has seen me in this state. Bloody and bruised. I always give the same response. Every time.

"Ufu~ do not worry Yao-Yao~ I only fell down a flight of stairs again. Silly me, I am very clumsy, Da~?" then I always put on that stupid, fake smile and giggle. Again.

"We must get that checked out-Aru!" he would reply.

"NO!" I shout. Scared in case secrets are revealed. "No… I'm fine, I swear… just clumsy honest!" Lies. All of them. LIES!

Katsuyasha. She cares. She sees everything. She is like a mother to Natalia and I.

"Please brother! You must tell someone! This cannot go on!" 'but there is no one to tell, this cannot be helped. You cannot stop father.'

"No, no Katty! As long as I don't piss him off I'm fine, Da? Honestly I'M FINE!"

"But Vanya, you-" I cut her off.

"No means no Katsuyasha." And I leave. I walk out the room leaving her in tears. Only angering father. Again.

Enough of this.

Let us start from the day I met Yao, Da?…

AUTHORS NOTE!

So~ how was it…

Bad?

Good?

First RoChu story XD whoa…. I don't know why I'm writing this… I guess… cus there is like, hardly any stories of Russia's past (like as in him as Ivan and his life) I felt like writing this XD

I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort/tragedy things w

ANYWAYS!

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