Empty

Russia entered slowly, purple eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, "How is everyone?"

Czechoslovakia cursed in Czech as he demanded to be released while struggling against the restaurant that held him to the bed. Poland did the same, but cursing in Polish. There was some soft whimpering from the far corner, where the Baltics were. Big sister Ukraine was weeping, as always, and there was silence from his little sister's, Belarus', bed.

Those were by no means the only ones in the room, but they were of the group that he actually cared about.

Denoting a silence from a usually noisy bed, Russia walked over to Hungary's bed. With the dim light of the evening filtering through a dirty window he saw her wrist bloodied by her constant attempt at escape against the bonds. From her chest down she was tucked tightly, perhaps too much so, to keep her mildly comfortable and restrained.

Fresh blood trickled down her arms and she was panting. She must have recently been struggling. Her hazel eyes flashed up at the Russian in loathing, "I'm trying to help you," he whispered.

"You're destroying us!"

Russia looked down at her helplessly, "But…"

"Don't you dare look at me like that!" Her voice turned shrill, "You're the one that's destroying yourself through this Communism! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DRAG THER REST OF US INTO THIS!"

Russia took a step backwards and froze, his purple eyes faded into the distance. When he came back to himself he smiled. This wasn't he first time these countries have seen this smile, but it was the first time they saw it without the malice or promise of torture in his eyes. The counties weren't sure if they should shutter or feel relieved. Hungary held her eye contact, much to people's amazement. "You don't like what I've tried to do for you?"

"No."

If the room were any better lit Hungary may have been able to see the slight flick of emotion in his eyes. But the smile didn't falter, "I'll see what I can do." He turned around and left. He managed to make it halfway down the hall before breaking in composure. His shoulders slumped and he leaned heavily against the wall and he let himself fall to the floor.

~X~

"What are you doing?"

After speaking with his Boss about the poor conditions of the other nations, they came to a decision. "I'm letting you move around," Russia said with that smile of his. He was removing his youngest sister's bonds, "I realised it wasn't healthy for you to always be lying down. One needs exercise, da?"

The rest of the nations were still and quiet as he untied them from their beds. Before leaving he turned to look at them, "Please don't leave the house."

Only he knew it was more of a plea than an order.

~X~

One by one, the nations slowly ran away from the house. Hungary and Poland being some of the first and the Baltics lingering for a while. Although they tried to sneak away, Russia always saw them. He never said a word, though, he never tried to stop them. They needed to leave. He looked on from a window on the top floor as the last one, Lithuania, trudged his way through the new falling snow. Russia took a gulp from the glass in his hand as he prepared himself for the coming of General Winter. He was alone this time, once again.

Finally, the house was empty.

~x~X~x~

Since it's Sunday I decided to upload something. Word on my laptop isn't working and this was the only fic I had on the desktop (with internet) so I hope it's not too horrible.

I wrote this in AP Euro while we were learning about the Cold War, this is my version of the fall of the USSR. I may or may not have taken some creative liberties.
Hope you guys like it.