Don't Leave Me
Chapter 2
China's POV
Today was Russia's birthday. I pushed open the door to his house. All was dark and silent, the air seemed to crackle with tension in the strained silence. "Russia?" I called, looking around the dark house. There was no reply. I hurried up the red carpeted stairs, eager for him to see my birthday present to him. I reached the dark door and cautiously pushed it open. I expected to see him at the desk or just brooding in silence. What I didn't expect was a loud BANG.
I looked into the room in alarm, calling his name, did he fall or knocked over something? Only to be greeted by the prone, still figure lying on the floor, with an ever-growing puddle of dark liquid under him. I hurried over, thinking that he had probably knocked over some drink before I caught that familiar salty tang in the air. The scent I had smelled on every battlefield. The scent that I had associated with gruesome and terrible memories. Blood.
NO. NO. It can't be, he wouldn't, couldn't go and do something so stupid, would he? My eye caught the gleam of silver metal clutched in his hand. I cautiously stretched out my trembling fingers to the puddle. They came away red. I stumbled back.
NO.
It can't be. I knelt beside the still figure and slowly flipped him over, so he was lying on his back. There was a peaceful look on Russia's face, as is he had wanted to die. Maybe he had. I pushed that thought away. Bending down, I put my ear to his chest, hoping to hear his heartbeat.
Thump.
Thump.
There was one last
Thump
and then... silence.
"No!" I cried "No, NO, NO". "Don't leave me please." I begged him, hitting him in the chest, hoping Russia would just sit up and laugh at how he had fooled me pretending to be dead. No response. I hit him again, harder. And again and again. He didn't wake. Trembling, I slowly reached out a hand to his, holding his while my free hand reached for the gun in his other hand. I pried his fingers away from the gun and slowly lifted it to my head. I put my finger on the trigger, looking down for the last time onto that peaceful face. "I... I love you." I whispered, and then I pressed the trigger.
The last thing I saw was Russia's peaceful face.
This story is kinda sad, even though it wasn't very good. Sorry, if I offended any Russia or China fans. I used China because I couldn't decide and my friend just told me to use China. I hope you like it. The second ending is a happy ending, so if you like Happily Ever Afters, read the next chapter which will be out soon.
