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"Please," Little Russia said, pushing his sisters towards the door. "You need to run. Get out of Russia as fast you can."

"But why, brother?" Little Ukraine asked.

"I can't explain," Russia replied, "but you need to run. Now."

"Aren't you coming with us?" Little Belarus demanded.

Russia shook his head, his face hidden in his new scarf, hiding the tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. "I can't. I can't go. But I need you to, please." When his sisters were about to object he said, "Trust me."

The sisters fell silent and looked at each other. Russia's heart pounded and he prayed for them to go. Please, please let them escape, he thought. After a moment the girls nodded their heads and Russia broke into a smile as he led them to the door. He had taken the handle and started opening it when suddenly it turned so cold it burned his hand. With a cry he pulled back his hand and the door slammed shut. The lights flickered out and the temperature dropped until they could see their breaths in the air. Russia sensed the intruder before he saw him. Setting his jaw he pushed his sisters behind him and blocked them for the new person in the room.

"Its time, Russia," a cold voice whispered. It sounded like it came from all around them but Russia set his eyes on the corner. "I need my payment."

"You are not getting it from them," Russia's small voice gained a new edge the sisters had never heard before.

"You want to protect your sisters," the voice laughed, "That's sweet, but you know our deal."

"This wasn't part of it," Russia growled.

"No?" A man stepped out of the shadows. The sisters gasped, they recognized him. It was General Winter. "I need hearts to feed on, Russia, and I'm getting tired of your outlaws'. Your sisters, though they won't give them willingly, have the best ones. I haven't had some like theirs in a long time."

Russia was desperate. There was no way he would let General Winter take his sisters' hearts, he couldn't He looked over his shoulder at the two small, trembling girls. They were his family, the only ones who would stay by him no matter what. The only ones he would ever be able to trust fully. He would never let them be taken away from him. Gaining a new determination he turned back to General Winter.

"Take my heart," he said, hiding his fear, "I will give it to you willingly."

"Brother, no!" Ukraine cried. He ignored her.

"Your heart?" General Winter said, "Well it is true a willing heart is better than frightened ones, but is yours as good as theirs?"

Russia licked his dry lips. Was he good? He didn't know. He never tried to be bad, that had to count for something. "Why does it matter? I give it willingly, and you know what happens when a person gives his heart away."

Winter smiled, his teeth as white as snow. It made Russia's heart skip a beat. "That's right. You will be mine to control. Are you sure you're willing to give up your freedom for them?"

"I'm sure," Russia said without hesitation.

"No..." Ukraine whimpered, clutching Belarus's hand.

"Very well," Winter decided, "I will take your heart."

Russia turned his back on him and to his sisters. They rushed to him, tears streaming down their faces. He clutched them close to him and took them in. Their smell, their sounds, their warmth, the way Ukraine cried freely and how Belarus cried angrily. He might be not himself after today, he didn't know what he'd do in the future, but his sisters would be alive. That's all that mattered.

"Russia, you can't do this," Ukraine cried into his shoulder. "You can't do this for us."

"I have to," he told her. It was the truth. He wouldn't allow any other way.

"What will happen to you?" Belarus demanded.

He gently pulled away and smiled sadly at them, wiping away some of the tears. "I'm not going to lie to you. I don't know. All I know is that once he takes my heart the Russia you see now will be gone. He will have complete control over me." He felt his lips tremble and forced himself to be brave for them. "I might do horrible things, things I would never do otherwise. But I will fight, don't you ever doubt that. Someday I will return to you. I will never give up." He hugged them again and they hugged him back. "I love you both very much. More than the world."

"I love you too," they answered in unison.

He kissed their cheeks and gave them one last smile before turning back to General Winter. "Alright, I'm ready."

"I'm waiting," General Winter said, his eyes sparking hungrily.

Taking a deep breath Russia savored his last heartbeats. After a moment he reached inside himself until he felt something warm. He grabbed it, feeling it pulse steadily. Slowly he pulled it out, cradling it in his small gloved hands. His heart glowed brightly and beat strongly. Suddenly he felt short of breath and wanted to put it back in. He needed it, he needed his heart. He couldn't give it up. Ukraine's sobs and Belarus's silence behind him reminded him why he was doing this. With shaking hands he raised his heart to General Winter.

General Winter reached out and took the glowing object. As he held it its light dimmed a little, and with it the light in Russia's eyes. It still beat though, and its glow was the only light in the room. It was pure and everyone now knew it was a good heart. To the sisters' horror General Winter placed the heart his mouth and ate it whole. Russia cried out in pain and collapsed to his knees. His sisters tried to go to him but something held them back. Winter sighed in pleasure before tilting his head curiously.

"Interesting," he said, looking down on the small, crumpled Russia, "You're still fighting me. It won't do you any good."

Suddenly Russia's shallow, painful breathing stopped. He stood, his eyes blank and his face set in a childish smile.

General Winter took something out of his coat. "This is the heart you will be using from now on. It is not yours, so it will fall out on occasion, but it will sustain you." He held out a dark, still heart to Russia.

Russia accepted it, the same smile on his face. "Thank you, sir."

"I will be back," General Winter said, starting to fade. "You will be a great help to me Russia."

The said boy placed the replacement heart in his chest as General Winter faded completely. The lights flickered back on and the temperature went up the tiniest bit. Ukraine and Belarus were still, clinging to each other. There was a long moment of silence as they stared at the back of Russia's head. When he did nothing to acknowledge them Ukraine took a cautious step forward.

"Brother?" she said, reaching out a hesitant hand.

His head snapped to the side and he looked at them. Ukraine froze. This was not her brother, this was a stranger with her brother's face. His eyes held no recognition or love as he stared at them. They were cold despite the smile he was wearing. Ukraine felt tears come to her eyes as she went back to Belarus. The sisters stared at this new person, and he stared back. Then he looked forward and spoke.

"I'm going now."

The sound of her brother's voice so robbed of Russia made Ukraine's tears flow down her cheeks. Instead of comforting her, as he normally would have done, he walked out of the room, leaving his sisters behind in the still freezing room. They didn't move for a long time, as if frozen. The tears on their cheeks did freeze, leaving icy trails on their pale cheeks. Then Belarus led Ukraine out the front door.

No, this is not the end. There is more. I don't know how long it will be actually, but I will probably update tomorrow. Hope you liked it. Like, favorite, comment, those things make me happy :)

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