I have decided to write another chapter to "No One Will Find Me When I Die"! I actually like this story even though it is sad, and dark. I may even write a third chapter to this. And as for my Gravitation fanfic... I should probably finish that, but I've lost motivation for it... I'll try to get back into that one. I make no promises though. Hopefully you'll enjoy this little story!
It had been about twenty years since Russia had left for war… He was finally back, and ready to face all that has changed with everyone he knew before he left. He has been hearing rumors that France has gone missing lately. Apparently, none of the allies have seen him at the meetings for the past couple months. No one has been able to get a hold of him at his house, by text, or by calling him. This made Russia worried. He knew his France, his lover, had some problems, as did he.
The war between Russia and Poland lasted a lot longer than he would've liked. He hated being away from his sweet Frenchman. When he was away, he was always so worried that France may have fallen ill and died, or fell down some stairs and went into a coma… Anything is possible with France… That man will be totally fine one second, then the next second he's flipping out due to a bee sting. This worried Russia a little sometimes… France just seemed so fragile sometimes, like a rose. But there were those times where France was strong, and warrior-like… That was long ago, though. It was after the French revolution that France began losing sanity and becoming weaker. At least Russia was there for him the entire time. He vowed to stay by his sweet flower's side and protect him no matter what.
Russia stood outside the great palace he lived in with his lover. He observed around the outside of his living area. There was no life to be seen, except the beautiful fields of sunflowers. They barely withered while he was gone, France must have taken good care of them for him. This made Russia smile. Slowly, Russia turned the knob of the front door to the palace, and went inside.
Slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack, he made his way inside. There was still no signs of life. The big Russian started to panic. What happened to France? Where was he? These kind of thoughts filled his mind. With each thought, he got even more worried and scared for his Frenchman.
Deliberately, he began up the stairs, calling out France's name. There was no answer. France was simply not there in the house… At least, that's what the Russian hoped.
Russia searched the entire house, which took nearly two hours because of how many rooms, and how big the palace is. When he found nothing, he decided just to take a soothing shower to get his mind off of it. That didn't work. All he could think about was his beautiful blonde partner.
After his shower, he got dressed in some comfy clothes, and went downstairs. He mind raced with thoughts of where France could have went. Was in at a bar? A café? His hometown? A dance hall? There were countless possibilities… Russia didn't know where to start.
Eventually, Russia fell asleep on the coach in the living room. While sleeping, he had a terrible nightmare: France was dead. His body was covered in deep, self-inflicted wounds. It was the worst of the worst, France killed himself. He bled himself out.
That was the worst nightmare Russia had ever had. He hoped it wouldn't become true. He had to find France. He needed to.