So I would suggest listening to Pet by Perfect Circle, because almost everything Russia says if from that song. Also, if you are easily disturbed, I suggest not reading this story. Just an idea. And... you will probably understand it more if you read it twice, just saying.


"Don't fret, precious. I'm here." I say as I walk back into the small room. Small was good, it is safe. I see him by the window, the dangerous window, the window that could break and bring in the demons. "Step away from the window, and go back to sleep." I tell him. He listens. He always listens, he is such a good boy. He never used to listen, but now he does. Because I protect him.

"Lay your head down. I won't let the boogeyman come." No, he is safe here. Outside is where the boogeyman is, outside is dangerous. Couldn't go outside, no I told him. He wanted outside, but now he doesn't. Now he goes back to sleep, like I tell him to. I sit on his bed, run my fingers through his blond hair. It is such beautiful hair. But it needed to be washed, very dirty. The war drums start again, pounding and pounding. The voices as well. "Pay no mind to the rabble." I whisper, knowing he will listen to that too. "Pay no mind to the rabble."

"Head down. Go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums." Bang Bang, they shake the house. Trying to get in, those tricky demons. That scary boogeyman. No, he is mine. You can't have him.

They are still speaking, saying horrible things. "Pay no mind what other voices say. They don't care about you like I do." Yes, I care more than them. I love you, don't you know? I love you, when you listen to me. They don't love you. They say you are stupid. I always know better, I always care more. "Here you are safe from pain, truth, choice, and other devils." Choice hurts people, makes them bleed. He bled a lot because of choice. But not now, because he listens to me. I am the only one in the world, listen only to me.

I put his head on my lap, so he can sleep better. "They don't give a fuck about you." I am the only one that cares, that is why I protect him. He is safe, sleeping in my arms. They will never take him away from me, no, they can't. He is mine, and stays away from evils like them. He listens to me now, see? "Stay with me, safe and ignorant." He shouldn't know the evils, no I protect him from the evils. That is why they will never get in, no never. "I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons." I must isolate him, to save him. Isolate him from them... Isolate him from himself. "I'll hold you and protect you from the other ones. The evil ones." To the rhythm of the war drums.

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"Get this door down! We're losing time!" England yelled, trying to get them to ram it so they could get inside. Bang Bang! It rang through the cold house, shaking the foundation. They had gotten through the front door, which had been welded shut, amazingly. "Bloody hell, I hope we're not too late."

With a final crash, the door gave way. The few countries that had been ramming it were in first, but quickly retreated with horror stricken looks on their face. Afraid of what he would see, England stepped over the broken door.

"Shh, you'll wake him." Russia whispered, cradling America in his arms.

Gasping, England looked away. Red, everything was red. The floor, the sheets on the bed, the window, and the blond hair he could see that Russia was running his fingers through.

They were too late, after all.

Turning around, he looked to Sweden. "T-take him away." He stuttered, unable to stop the sob in his voice. The other large nation stepped forward with a pair of hand cuffs, making Russia stand up. America's limp body fell to the bed, his head falling so everyone could see the wide open, lifless eyes.

Russia didn't fight, just had on a horrible grin as he looked back to the bed. "Go back to sleep, son. Go back to sleep."