Behind closed doors
Summary: Russia and his siblings are taken out of the care of their abusive relatives and sent to live with his sister Ukraine, things are okay until Ukraine brings in her new boyfriend and things start to take a turn for the worse. Now juggling school, two jobs, and his siblings can Russia make it work between himself and America? Human names used, IvanxAlfred
Prologue
"Scum! You dare defy me!" Ivan's uncle hissed while bringing a pool-stick hard across his back, making Ivan grunt in pain. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see his younger brother Toris receiving the same abuse but with a broomstick. "L-leave him alone!" Russia hissed in pain.
"What? You have no say here nephew!" His uncle said the word as if it was a terrible lie. Ivan had forgotten what he had done that made his uncle so angry, usually his drunkard of an uncle would go off for anything, like not cleaning one speck of dust of the table or something like that.
"W-what are you doing Uncle-!" Ivan heard someone being slapped to the ground and he tilted his head upwards a fraction and saw Eduard clutching his red face between his hands, his glasses skewed somewhere on the floor. That was it! No one messed with his siblings! Not even their own uncle. Ivan, with great difficulty, raised himself off the floor and threw himself at his uncle who was advancing on his fallen brother.
"Stay away from him!" Ivan roared and threw the man into the wall, his uncle being bigger than him, threw him to the floor and kicked him in the abdomen. He coughed up blood and pleaded silently to Eduard and Toris to let it be and go. Toris was sprawled on the floor, blood seeping out of his mouth and his eyes half closed. Eduard was searching for his spectacles in vain for every time he got near them their cousin stomped on his hand making him recoil.
'Raivis. Where's Raivis?' Ivan thought blearily, he barely made out the figure sobbing in the corner. 'He's okay. For now.' Ivan thought with some relief.
"Weaklings, fetch me Natalia, she will be of use to me for entertainment." Their uncle laughed harshly.
"Don't touch her!" Ivan screamed, fearing for his sister's safety. He was rewarded with a harsh slap.
"Ivan! Ivan!" Toris cried, his frame shaking with sobs as he had finally woken up. Toris was always beaten the worst since he was adopted, his uncle despised the mere sight of him which made Ivan's blood boil with hatred for his once caring uncle. Ivan finally came to a decision, to save his siblings he would do anything to protect them. Anything.
"Uncle please, leave them be. Beat me instead! Please!" Their uncle turned around in shock but nonetheless pushed him even more against the floor until Ivan thought he would break a rib.
"Filth, scum, caring so much for your siblings. Makes me sick!" His uncle grabbed Ivan's ash colored locks and forced his amethyst eyes to meet the same color. He pushed Ivan's face back into the floor and promptly placed a foot on his head. They stayed like that until Ivan drifted off into a familiar and kind darkness. The next he awoke he was in his shared bed with Toris, Eduard, and Raivis. All three nursing an injury of some sort, some more than others. Toris held his bruised jaw and black eye while Eduard grasped his purple and black cheek and cut forehead, Raivis clutched at his cut arms and what seemed to be burns.
"It burns so much!" He cried, holding his arms. The bastard must've rubbed salt and lemon juice into the wounds again.
"I know Raivis, let us sleep and dream of better days. Let us dream of the future." Toris sighed.
"If we are still alive by then." Eduard grumbled to himself.
"I will make sure of it brothers." Ivan promised.
A/N: Um, hello so this is my first fanfiction and my first Hetalia fanfiction review so I can do better next time! Longer chapters!