[ This is my first time writing a fanfiction on here! I hope you guys enjoy the work I put into this.
Warnings;; This is a fanfiction about a generally sensitive topic - the dissolution of the USSR. There are several pairings, RusAme and UsUk among them. Rated R for future gore / smut / fights / cussing. Read at your own risk, it is not my fault if you don't like one pairing, or prefer one over the other. Use of human names. ]
The moonlight cast cadaverous shadows over the barren metal spiderwork of the overpass. A light rain had begun to fall, generating an unwholesome smell from the rusted railroad tracks below. The metallic, damp scent stung, as one would inhale.
Nothing seemed to stop in the steadily growing city of Moscow. The vast changes the highly populated city had seen over the years had barely touched this ugly ravine, which carved a long jagged wound across the darkening frontier. This was a sore that would not heal, festering with the decay of industrial and human debris. Mountains of sand and gravel, whose ownership and use had long been obscured. Gaping corpses of machinery stripped of all dignity and purpose. Monuments to a technology discarded, now choked by the overgrowth of stunted sumac and tall grass.
It was all but silent, as were the few homeless creatures wandering the lonely paths. The living refuse that lingered anonymously, obliterated its pain in pint bottles and huddled under the pathetic shelter of the bridge.
The city had forgotten its frenzied fascination with this grim wasteland. Long gone were the hundreds of scientists who fled the dark presence that stalked them, who watched for hours as few others dredged the oily, stagnant pools. Ivan, who had been fending off the story so voraciously for years, never quite accepted the destruction and tragedy that had taken place in the one admirable place.
The dissolution of the Soviet Union did not leave the once respected nation in a favorable position.
Ivan's auroral lavender eyes sparked with a comatose. He just couldn't stomach going to the conference, and listening to America's infernal bleating of his success over his country. At least home he could swig down a couple of drinks and sort things out in peace. Nations were such flawed creatures, and in Ivan's sorrow, he hung over the fact he had died. No, not murdered by another, not being robbed of life and discarded quickly, but having the life choked out of him by himself. To appease his worst enemy. Sometimes he'd regret that. Other times he'd just yearn for that release, to be floating in an aimless field of nothingness, of the empty void he liked to call departure.
His sisters came around after the final, crushing declaration of his dissolution. We're suffering, they told him. Suffer? He asked them. Russia looked around, at the house he created, at the new furniture, the fine-tuned radios and the color-television. Nothing seemed to give him the idea of this suffering. Did they look underfed? His eyes veered back to them, eyes glacial with the cold, unrelenting strictness of his words, If you want suffering, he said, then how about you two leave? That would show them some real suffering.
So they did. Yekateraina packed Natalia's bags for herself, shoving every possession they could fit into their chartreuse briefcases. They walked out so uniformly, he was proud of how well they cleaned up, of how easily Ukraine had reverted back to herself before the cold war fiasco, and before he had annexed with him. Belarus's hands were shaking so much, she could not even stuff her own luggage into her bag. She was sobbing. Ivan felt sorry for her, but he knew that it was not at the loss of his company. It was at the feeling of becoming her own country. He didn't even pay attention to the quieting sobs of his name she spewed from her lips, the horrendous sounds of her sobs echoing ruefully in his head.
Ivan was, in turn, alone. As the day left his grasp, and the dimming sunshine retracted its' rays from the clouds and snow, he hung his head, remembering times when he did not have all of these endless issues.