She had not seen nor talked to the largest country in over four days. She was growing concerned.

No longer being able to live through another day without hearing his Russian accent, she made her way to his house.

She knocked softly, and there was no sign of answering. She knocked once more, and like before, no one answered.

Pushing her hand into the bitter cold, she jiggled the doorknob, only to discover it was unlocked.

She twisted the squeaking knob before pushing the somewhat heavy door open.

She peeped her head inside before completely sheathing herself inside.

She looked around, not really noticing anything out of the ordinary..

That is until she heard a big crashing sound from the second story.

She took the stairs two at a time, and nearly sprinted her way down the hallway.

She stopped at two wooden doors that led to Ivan's bedroom.

She knocked her hand onto it, he didn't reply. She did it once more, and once again he didn't reply to her calling.

She knew he was in there, so she pushed her hand onto the doorknob and opened the left wooden door.

She gasped at the sight that her eyes took in.

His tan uniform jacket was sprawled out onto the wooden flooring, his light tan scarf throw hap-hazardly onto a chair in the corner of the room. That was the only chair standing, the rest were either broken or on the ground. The room smelt of vodka, and ironically enough, two vodka bottles sat on the desk next to the bed. One full, one empty, sitting next to the bottles was a little shot glass.

Her eyes took it all in before they landed upon the male who was currently in a tight ball on the bed. His back hit the wall, and she could she him physically shaking. She could hear the sobs that emitted from his mouth.

She walked carefully to stand next to him. Her small hand touched his back, and she felt him tense up dangerously.

He pulled away from his fetal position and looked at her though blood shot eyes. Her own eyes widened at the sight of him.

Tears seemed to continuously poor from his eyes, and he did nothing to stop them. The faucet pipe that was sitting on the bed next to him, was now sitting snuggly in his own hand.

She had to admit, she was scared. "I-Ivan?"

His eyes never left her form as he lifted the pipe. Her eyes widened. "You're going to leave me." His breath hit her face, the strong smell of vodka filled her air space.

The pipe stayed standing in the air as she replied, "W-why are you saying that?"

He looked into her frightened eyes. "Because everyone does. They all had a look of fright in their eyes just like you before they leave me."

Hey eyes softened as she bravely grabbed the pipe. "Please Ivan, put it down."

He seemed to tense up as she brought her other hand to sit on his arm. "They say that before they leave me too."

"I won't leave you!"

"Yes you will. I'm a monster." He said.

She looked at him. "I won't ever leave you alone. But you need to pull yourself out of this Ivan! Please."

He looked at her. She looked as though she was on the brink of tears.

"I can't stand to look at you when your eyes hold sadness like this!"

"But everyone I love had left me! That means you will too!"

"Ivan please! I'm not like those others. I promise to you that I will stand by you. Just please, be strong for me!"

He dropped the pipe, and fell to his knees. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled himself into her stomach. He let long, waiting sobs escape his pale lips and slam against her stomach. She pulled herself down to her knees, his arms still around her. He snuggled his face into the space between her breasts. She placed her hand onto his light tan hair. She ran her fingers though it and let him cry onto her.

"And Ivan, I won't break that promise."

And with that, she pulled him tighter against her and comforted the largest country.

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