It was weird.
Love was weird.
Ivan didn't understand it.
Ivan didn't understand love.
He always felt empty. His whole life he didn't feel a single glimpse of happiness.
Like a normal person, at last. He did feel but. Was it right?
Maybe that was what it made everything easier. People said he was cruel but he didn't think so. The things he did was normal. Everyone else did those things to him when he was a child, so, it was normal. It had to be.
It wasn't. He knew it deep inside.
Everyone was scared of him but he didn't care. Not in the slightest.
Nothing mattered.
He always smiled and acted normal as possible so his "condition" wasn't recognized by anyone. There was no way to fix it. He knew it personally since he tried every possible way to fix it.
Or did he?
There was a point in time where he became desperate. Any emotion was okay. He wanted to feel something, anything. He wanted to laugh, cry, be angry like others.
Nothing worked.
He let go after a decade or so. There was no point in trying.
Why?
Then one day, everything suddenly changed. He came into his life.
How?
He was looking for a good vegetable-fruit trade for his country. And then Turkey came with a proposal.
...?
He gave his best to listen to him but the Turkish man was very distracting.
Who are you...?
That olive tan skin, his silky brown hair, his body, the way he spoke with enthusiasm. He wanted to rip that white mask of his face so he could see those beautiful eyes. He couldn't see them, so, how did he know they were beautiful? Ivan wasn't sure. He just knew. He was very friendly and... warm.
He always seeks warmth.
He wanted to see him beg for him. Wouldn't he look just delicious panting and moaning his name beneath him? He would leave hickeys all over him to make sure everyone knows that he is Ivan's and no one else's.
"You are mine."
That moment Ivan felt something. A warm feeling in his chest as blood rushed to his face.
How do you do it? Why out of all the people in the world, why do you make me feel different?"
"Afedersiniz, are you okay Mr Russia? Your face is all red." Turkey said, touching to his forehead. His hand was so warm, it was very gentle and loving. Ivan's face became even more flushed than before as the warm feeling in his chest grew.
"I think I love you."
He was never washing his face ever again.
"I won't let anyone take you away from me my love."
"Call me Ivan my dear tulip, da?" he said, as he took the Turkish man's hand between his, the surprised and embarrassed expression on his face was enough for him.
"You belong to me and only me."
Turkey nodded slightly, still shocked about the Russian's actions as a tint of a blush crept onto his face.
"I will crush anyone in the way of our love."
He talked to China before coming here and Ivan was different then what he was told. He was a little creepy, yes, but more lovey-dovey then what was told to him. China said that he was cruel and cold, bit childish too. He said that it wasn't worth seeing him, —in a way, it looked like China was trying to prevent him from going to Ivan but being the stubborn Turk he is, he went anyways much to China's displeasure. When he left to see Russia, it looked like he was getting ready for scolding, he was seriously acting weird.-
"It doesn't matter who."
"The trade seems good for me, even if it wasn't, I would do anything for you my dear tulip." It was true, Ivan was willing to nuke the whole world for his dear tulip. Nothing was more worthy than him.
"One by one, I will make the enemy drown in a puddle of shame."
Meanwhile, the other's mind was racing. The Turkish man was unsure about what to think of his flirting in all honesty. It creeped him out a bit, it looked like a single fight with Greece and Ivan would nuke Greece. And he sounded, possessive? But it was kinda sweet. He was probably just overthinking. There was no way Ivan would perform such extreme actions, right?
"We will be together, forever."
Today, Russia was going to stalk his dear tulip to understand him more. If he knew a lot about his tulip, he would take him out on a better date. His tulip belonged to him. Keyword: His tulip.
But he came across something he never expected. He saw Japan near his tulip's house. How dare he come close to him?! He was talking to someone on phone and Ivan decided to eavesdrop.
"China-san, I did indeed ask you to prevent him from going to that psycho's house. Do you not understand the seriousness of this topic? Greece, Ukraine and as if it wasn't enough, Russia is after him. How am I supposed to win him over now? There is too much competition." Japan sighed. His voice was polite but a little harsher than usual.
Russia froze. Greece, Japan and Ukraine and possibly some others. He had rivals.
Now, he felt another emotion. Something he hadn't felt in a long time. Hatred. He hated them all, -maybe not his sister Ukraine as much as the Greek and the Japanese.- they all deserved a painful and slow death for even thinking of trying to take his tulip away. "Hong Kong is trying to be independent, again? Just let him be. Okay, okay, gomen! I will talk to you later China-san." Japan closed the phone with a sigh, now the competition grew even more.
Ivan's hands were shaking with anger as tears rolled down his pale cheeks. Why...? When he tried to be happy when he finally found his one and only, why did this happen?
He knew what he had to do at that moment instantly. He had rivals he needed to eliminate.
Japan, Greece, Ukraine. Three of them would take some time to take out but in the end, it'd be worth it.
A single kiss from his dear tulip would make every second wasted in his life important.
He was turned back to reality by the sound of his dear tulip. He hid more into the shadows as his shaking stopped.
There stood the idiotic weeb with his tulip. How did that filthy scum dare to talk to his precious tulip? This was unacceptable.
He knew exactly what to do.
Everything was ready. This had to work.
He turned to England, smiling childishly, he expected him to flinch but he had a neutral expression, probably tired of this crap but still trying to keep his gentlemanly side, "England, you are sure this will work da?"
England nodded. "I do not understand why you would need something like this, but it should work if it is used just like I instructed." he sighed. "Now can I go?"
"Da. But remember, you can't tell this to anyone or else I will come back for you." Russia said, now starting to untie England whose hands were bleeding a little. "You are good to go, but remember my words or else."
England quickly nodded as he left, not looking back, he didn't want to be involved in whatever dirty work that Russia was in. It'd be a pain in the ass. He already got at least five hundred messages from a worried sick America. He couldn't stay more even if he wanted to since America would probably make FBI search every god damn country. He was gone for only two days dammit. That git was sometimes unbelievable.
As he left, Ivan picked up the small bottle with the purple semi-transparent liquid in it.
He learned that Japan was going to invite Turkey over for lunch, he'd poison the food and make Turkey puke, then he'd hopefully despise Japan. Then the weeb would leave his tulip alone.
He felt really sad and guilty for this but he had no other choice if his tulip was going to stay with him.
He was kinda surprised that Japan was that stupid. Who would leave the window open before taking a nap?
He snuck inside, there was one hour more left before his tulip came here. He could finish his work easily in this amount of time.
He poured the liquid inside the red bowl of Ramen which he figured was for his tulip with a little bit of stalking. "I am sorry my tulip..." he mumbled under his breath. He would make it up to him later on for sure.
He quickly exited the house, he'd watch everything unfold in a safe distance.
After some waiting, his tulip came, cheerful and happy as always. Ivan was seriously jealous. He wanted to be the one to make him smile like that. Only he was going to make him smile soon enough. His tulip would see that the only thing he needs is Ivan.
As his mind was occupied with the thoughts of the Turkish man belonging to him, the Japanese was having a small conversation with the Turkish.
"Greetings, I appreciate that you came all this way Turkey-san." Japan greeted as polite as he usually is. He then bowed slightly.
"Merhaba! It's nice to see you too Japan." Turkey said with a bright smile. He was friendly as usual, maybe too friendly for his standards when Japan met him for the first time. He didn't really mind it nowadays though, having a crush on the Turkish man. A tint of a blush crept onto his face thinking about this.
He didn't understand how these feelings developed. The first time he realized he had a crush on him was when he caught himself being jealous about Greece and Turkey spending time together, -rarely, when they didn't fight and just had a good time together.-. After America and he broke up, he swore to not fall in love, yet, here he was, trying to make the man before he fall in love with him. He felt like a dumb school girl in a romance anime.
"If you'd like it, we can sit down and eat right now Turkey-san," Japan said politely, earning a nod from his crush.
"Olur," replied Turkey as Ivan was finally awoken from his -possibly wet- fantasies with his precious tulip. He cursed to himself, hoping that he didn't miss anything important.
'Come on, eat it all up my tulip. Don't worry, I will make it all up to you. It will be fine. Take it as a price we both have to pay for our happily ever after. I know you understand me.' Ivan thought to himself, watching carefully as they both sat down.
The reason he didn't poison Japan's food to give him a fatal blow was because he knew that Turkey was sensitive about poisoning. A lot of Royals in his country died because of poisoning. This'd ruin their relationship very quickly if he was lucky. Turkey would think that Japan did it of course.
Soon after, Turkey got up, holding his stomach. It hurt seeing his tulip like this, but, Ivan had no other choice.
'Please, forgive me my precious tulip.' he thought to himself, frowning. He didn't like this part of the plan at all. But he had to do it... Sadness and guilt took over him but he bared it anyways. 'All for my tulip.', he reminded himself.
"T-turkey-san? Are you alright? Are you sick...?"Japan asked with concern easily spotted in his face.
Turkey's face was conflicted. Was Japan the one who did this? Was he trying to poison and then get rid of him? Fuck no. He wasn't that easy to get rid of, thank you. How foolish was he, thinking he could trust Japan. He was raised by China, of course, he would try to poison him! In the past, the Chinese princesses poisoned his Royals. He must have learned this dirty tricks from him.
He ran into the bathroom as he started puking whatever he had in his stomach.
"...what did I do wrong...?" Japan said in sadness.
'Good. That's what he gets for trying to steal my tulip from me.' Ivan thought. 'Though my tulip is very nice and kind, he will probably forgive him soon. I should make the last touch to make sure he doesn't go after him again. But surely that can wait.'
He was listening to them. As the conversation progressed, Ivan's smile widened.
"How could you do this pislik?! I shouldn't have trusted you." Turkey growled as Japan's eyes widened. "You are just like China."
"S-Sadik please listen-!" Japan stuttered out, how could he think that he tried to poison him?
Sadik, huh? Ivan loved the way his human name rolled off his tongue. It was very pleasurable. Soon enough he would be the only one to say this name.
"I have been poisoned enough to understand what is poison and bad cooking Japan. You and your brother used my trust against me many times. I will not fall for these words once again. Goodbye." Turkey said harshly before leaving the heartbroken Japanese there by himself.
"Why do I always mess things up..!?" Japan said to himself as a tear rolled down his cheek, biting his lip. "I should stay away from him... He hates me now, doesn't he? I always mess up. Gomen Sadik."
He decided to stay away from Sadik. He probably hated Kiku now anyways.
'Looks like I didn't have to make the last touch at all.' Ivan thought with a twisted smile on his face.
Another meeting came by, Ivan could make out the bitterness that radiated out of Japan. Surely, Germany and Italy could too but as always, Japan was way too good with keeping secrets.
Ivan put on his signature smile, creeping out the Baltic trio in the process. "Fufu.." he laughed softly at Latvia nearly crying when he patted his head.
He didn't frown and found a seat beside Greece. You know what they say, keep your enemies closer than your friends. He was sleeping, as usual, probably Germany was going to yell at him soon and he will wake up. Maybe Russia could make a conversation and learn more about Greece.
Yeah, that'd work in his favour. Greece was a tsundere type in confessing. It'd take time for him to confess so, maybe he should just stalk him a little and have a friendly chat with him.
Yeah, that'd work in his favour. Greece was a tsundere type in confessing. It'd take time for him to confess so, maybe he should just stalk him a little and have a friendly chat with him.
If he was to eliminate him right here and now, he would do it by harming his reputation among the countries. It'd be really easy to make his death look like a suicide. It was too bad that countries couldn't just die. When they died, they'd reincarnate with the memories of their past life. They'd mostly be spotty and all but they'd still be there.
And they still hurt.
In all honesty, killing didn't seem to be the best solution since they'd just reincarnate. But, maybe, just maybe... He shook his head from side to side, thinking about it. Killing wouldn't be a problem, he always did it when in war. But this was different, or was it? They say that love and war isn't all that different. That might be true now that Ivan thought about it. Killing seemed to be a good option in his head right now.
"GREECE! STOP NAPPING, ENGLAND AND FRANCE NO 100 YEAR WAR THREATS! ROMANO STOP THROWING TOMATOES AT SPAIN, SPAIN NO TURTLES IN THE MEETING ROOM, AMERICA STOP SCREAMING "I AM THE HERO!", ITALY... continue your pasta, just, just don't make noise. AND EVERYONE ELSE PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER! WE ARE HERE TO SOLVE THE PROBLEMS OF THE WORLD, NOT TO SLACK OFF!" A heavy German accent echoed through the meeting hall.
"West, that volume you have is unawesomely high!" Prussia complained to his younger brother, now uncovering his ears as Germany just ignored him.
"You all are always speaking with such a high voice..." Japan pointed out.
"Why is Italy the only one who didn't get scolded?" Someone -probably England- complained.
"Because he knows how to shine bright like a Doitsu." Someone -Probably Poland- answered. "And Germany loves him."
Germany was going to protest but before he could, Romano started yelling everyone -mostly Spain even though he didn't do anything- about how his brother doesn't like the potato bastard.
"My Fratello doesn't and will never like the potato bastard let alone be a relationship with him you understand tomato bastard and other bastards?!" ("Lovi! But I didn't do anything-" "SHUT UP BASTARDO!") he practically screamed at everyone. "I will kill all of you!"
"Fratello! Calm down!"
"Greece. You know you shouldn't sleep through the meetings, da?" Russia asked with a quiet voice so that only they heard the conversation but with the rampage going on it probably wasn't necessary. He didn't need anyone else eavesdropping though, especially Belarus. He shivered at the thought of her stalking him.
"...big brother..." Belarus called out. When did she sneak in the house?! And how did she run so fast and be elastic as well with that dress?
Russia practically jumped with fear.
"GO HOOOOOMMMEEEEE!" He screamed in suddenly, seeing Belarus peeking through the door.
'Damn flashbacks...' Russia thought. 'That. Was. Traumatizing.'
"Shut up beard ma- Oh... It's you Russia. I thought you were Turkey for one second there." Greece's voice went from taunting to apologetic. A little bit fear hinted there.
Ivan smiled childishly to him. "It's fine." He made a thoughtful yet still childish expression. "You seem to really, but reaaaaally hate Turkey!" he pointed out.
Greece's face looked conflicted for a second there. "I-i don't hate him... I kinda do but don't at the same time." He sighed. "I don't really know how to describe it."
"So you hate that you love him?" Russia said bluntly, waiting for a reaction from the Greek.
"W-what?! N-no! There is no way I could love such a jerk!" Greece said his face turning red like Spain's tomatoes.
"Good. Let's keep it that way." Russia said with a childish yet cruel and creepy smile, making the Greek flinch a bit.
"...o-okay Russia...?"
Greece was now understanding everything, he acted so foolishly back there. Russia liked Turkey too?! For the sake of Aphrodite dammit.
Russia smiled, he knew Greece wouldn't listen to him but hey, he could say that he tried at the very least.
Greece was now understanding everything, he acted so foolishly back there. Russia liked Turkey too?! For the sake of Aphrodite dammit.
Russia smiled, he knew Greece wouldn't listen to him but hey, he could say that he tried at the very least.
"Let's take a lunch break." Said Germany, much to England's dismay. America was going to try to shove those disgusting burgers down his throat again. Git.
Russia left the slightly confused and scared Greek there, wanting to find his tulip. Maybe he could take him out for lunch? Yeah, that'd be nice. He could feel butterflies in his stomach already.
His eyes spotted his tulip easily. He went close to him with his usual childish smile, it wasn't threatening though. He could practically feel Greece glaring at him. Bad choice.
"T~u~r~k~e~y~! Found you!" Russia chuckled slightly, seeing the Turkish man startled.
"Oh, Merhaba Ivan. You scared me a bit there." Yes! He said his name! It made him feel really happy. He wishes that he caught it on tape though. "What did you need?"
"I was just wondering if my tulip would like to go take lunch with me?" Sadik mentally sweatdropped. Russia was being possessive again... It was probably nothing. America once mentioned that 'Commie bastard is unstable as hell!'. He didn't know why Amerika called him a communist since he isn't one now. He didn't want to really talk with Amerika nowadays though. He sometimes got on his nerves, always making false accusations in his way.
Turkey usually tried to avoid conflict and war. He just tried to be friends with everyone but Amerika was making this hard for him. Oh, he would fight with his blood, flesh and bones if needed. And he was doing that, helping Syria right now but he was just getting more accusations for trying to help, unlike some people who didn't even bat their eyes to the war going on Syria.
Just because he was a Muslim country, it didn't mean he is a terrorist too! A Muslim never would hurt others intentionally. It was written in his holy book. Those terrorists who claim to be Muslim was lying. They're obviously not.
Everything is exhausting nowadays.
"Sure." Ivan was really happy that he accepted it. Even though he was mostly eliminating his rivals, he also needed to make sure that his tulip fell for him or else all of his hard work would go straight to waste.
There was also another problem. Belarus. He needed to make sure she doesn't hurt his tulip.
Even though Belarus was scary, she was still his sister and he cared for her, deeply. He needed to find a way to make her not hurt him. Matchmaking? That'd be hard. Too hard in fact. Talking her out of this? That is even harder. Ugh... Looks like he will have to be close to protect his tulip from Belarus until she finally gave in. Otherwise, it looks like nothing else will work.
He didn't let these thoughts cloud his happiness though. Even though his tulip probably didn't think so, this was a date to him.
When they finally sat down and ordered, Turkey spoke up.
"Pardon Ivan, do I have something on my face..?" He asked a life awkwardly. That was when Ivan noticed that he was staring. A tint of blush covered his face.
"I am just thinking about something." he said, "Why are you covering your eyes with that mask? I am sure they're beautiful my tulip."
'Okay. He is definitely flirting now.' Turkey thought, now blushing. 'And what is with he possessiveness? Though, I need to admit that he is handsome and kind to me... No! Bad Sadik! You shouldn't think like that about someone you barely know'
He didn't realize that he was blushing though, but Russia surely did and was smirking at the reaction. This was what he wanted. Maybe he can mess with his tulip a bit more. He was really cute when flustered after all.
"You are all red... Are you sick? Oh! I know! Big sister Ukraine always said that kisses make everything better!" Before Turkey could react he leaned in and kissed his cheek, making Turkey's blush darken even more.
Russia leaned back, smiling childishly acting oblivious, but oh boy, he was anything but oblivious. He also had a tint of blush on his face. "Do you feel better now my tulip?"
Turkey nodded still pretty shocked and flustered about it. Not even noticing the possessive tone in Russia's voice.
Before any of them could say something more their food came, it was kinda disappointing that they didn't have anything Russian so Russia just had a sandwich along with a glass of vodka while Turkey ordered "Kelle paça" with rakı.
Their chatter was basically Russia low-key flirting with Turkey and Turkey trying to make normal conversation, tired of being flustered over and over and failing since Russia always found a way to flirt and make him flustered.
Russia pouted as the lunch break was over. He didn't want it to end. But he hoped that he made it up to his tulip for making him puke.
"Goodbye my tulip, I will see you again, da?" he said with his signature smile.
Then he went back to the meeting room, again taking a seat beside Greece who surprisingly didn't fall asleep nor spoke at all. He seemed all too tense about something but no one, even Japan or Cyprus couldn't open his mouth. So, unhappily they all let him be, thinking it is because Germany not letting him sleep.
Russia was smiling childishly, he was a bit air-headed this meeting, thinking about his tulip. And a certain idiotic American was sure to notice.
He crept close to Russia, unlike normally he was talking with a low and threatening voice.
"Commie bastard, you seem all too happy today. Did you kill someone?" Amerİca sneered at him.
"Not yet, but you could be the first today so shut up da?" Russia said with a childishly cruel smile. America was surprised, he waited for something more threatening. Also, the fact that Russia made no comment about him calling him 'Commie bastard' was weird.
He examined Russia carefully, he was daydreaming the whole meeting and that blush on his face along with the dreamy expression was making his suspicions grow even more about a certain someone. But he wasn't going to talk about that certain someone just yet.
"Hey, Russia, tell me... By any chance..." Russia was honestly surprised that he didn't call him 'commie bastard'. He usually did that to anger Russia but when he didn't use it, he knew it was serious. "Are you... Maybe... in love?"
"America used 'The truth!' It is super effective! Russia is flustered!"
"Staph."
"Gomen."
Russia's face was all red and now everyone was staring at him.
He suddenly burst into tears and his scarf started choking and swinging America from wall to wall. "Stupid, stupid, stupid America!" if they didn't know who Russia really is, they might have thought that it is an innocent yet arrogant child that doesn't want to be told the truth is crying.
"Ack—!?"
"Russia! Calm down! Big sister is here!" Said Ukraine pulling him into a hug. Her boobs jiggling much to every other person in the room's dismay because they knew Russia would kill them later if they stared but it was kinda hard. The whole room sweatdropped.
"...you...!" a dangerous aura started forming around Belarus as everyone backed away -Except Lithuania who was daydreaming, Ukraine and for some reason a jealous Poland-, America still being choked by Russia's scarf which seemed to have its own mind. "You made my big brother cry you rat! I will kill you!" She drew her blade.
America searched the room and found England with his eyes and looked at him, pleading with his eyes. England sighed and got off his seat. He got near America while Belarus raised an eyebrow.
England smacked America in the head.
"You git! You can't just walk up to someone and ask that! Idiot! Apologize now. I don't care if that's your arch nemesis! I did not raise you to be like that!" America made a 'Hmph' sound, refusing to apologize.
"Alfred Freedom Jones. If you don't apologize now I will replace all your coffee with tea." He threatened as America's eyes widened as he gasped -"You are being choked why are you wasting your air on that git?!"-. The scarf loosened, letting him breathe.
He saw Iggy's magic. He knew what he was capable of. He is the one whose name shouldn't be spoken. Last time he disobeyed Iggy was not fun.
'You watch you much Harry Potter, you damn wanker!'
'You haven't kept your promise about calling me oni-chan Icela- Oh, sorry wrong number.'
'Stop reading my mind, both of you! It is so uncool bruh!' America mentally whined.
"Russia, I am sorry." He mumbled under his breath.
"Louder. We can't hear you, Alfred." Said England, smirking.
He stood beside 'Mur- America again. "I am sincerely sorry about the trouble he caused," he said like the gentleman he is, looking to everyone. "I will take this git home since I am not finished with him."
"I will finish you in bed Iggy~" America whispered and earned another smack in the head.
France may have heard that because of an "Ohonhonhonhonhonhon~" could be heard in the silent meeting room.
England dragged America down the hall, yelling at him for making him embarrassed back there. "Anyways... The meeting time is done." Germany sighed. They couldn't do anything but argue and cause havoc like always once again.
"Doitsu~! Let's go eat pasta together~!" Italy said hugging Germany with a fuming Romano and a Spain holding him back -"TOMATO BASTARDO! LET ME KILL POTATO BASTARDO! STOP HOLDING ME BACK TOMATO BASTARDO NAMED SPAIN WHO FOR SOME REASON ATTRACTS TURTLES ALL OVER THE DAMNED SEKAI, THE CHIKYUU, THE MARUKAIETE! DON'T THINK THIS IS OVER POTATO BASTARDO!" "Lovi... Calm d-down. Please?"- in the background.
The meeting was finally over.
Because of his childish personality, Ivan suddenly burst into tears and embarrassed himself. Though, it saved him from giving an answer to the American. Hopefully. The real reason that he suddenly burst into tears was not this though. He wouldn't cry for such a useless thing. Ivan thought of that day, he was only a child yet, he gave away such a big promise. A promise that he can't keep.
"...Ivan... You will save me if something ...bad... happens, right...?" Asked the little girl. She looked vulnerable. Her dirty blond hair was cut short, her blue eyes looked fearful and ready to cry at any moment, her pink dress was dirty and the bunny plushie she had was missing a few stitches. Her family was very poor as far as Russia knew.
Through war, most families lost a lot of money and hope. But this girl, she still had that small hope inside of her. He wanted to protect her because she was special to him. His only friend as you could put it. He was happy to finally have a friend later all the things happening with Prussia, Mongols and that chipmunk.
He smiled at her reassuringly, "Of course, I promise that I will try my best Natasha."
A smile crept onto the girl's face as she wiped her tears away. "Thank you!" She gave Russia a hug, squeezing her plushie 'Mr. BunBun' between both of them unintentionally.
"Alright Natasha," Russia chuckled. "I think you should go home now, your parents can get worried if you stay here longer."" Okay, Ivan! I will see you later!" The girl smiled as she ran off.
How...? Why...? Tears streamed down his pale cheeks as he fell on his knees. Why did this happen?
The corpse of Natasha's family and her corpse was standing before him, yet, he didn't want to believe it.
He then realized everyone was looking at him, with pity. He didn't need to be pitied. He didn't. Don't. Don't look at me. Please "Don't look at me! I am sorry! I should have protected you! Natasha, please don't leave! It is all my fault!"
Ivan shook his head side to side, wanting to forget the memory, even though he knew that he will never be able to.
He saw Natasha and her family's corpse in front of him when everyone stared at him. Nothing else. He cursed in Russian, how weak has to he became?
He then felt someone tap on his shoulder. He turned around ready to threaten the person who will most likely ask questions about the topic but he didn't continue seeing it was his Ukraine. His expression softened seeing her.
"Oh, it was you, sister."
"Yes. I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but, if you want, you can tell me what's wrong?" Ukraine suggested.
Russia shook his head, he didn't need to bring her sister into this. It was enough for him, he didn't need anyone else to look at him with pity. Especially his sister.
He was Russia. He was strong and didn't need anyone's pity.
Well, that's what his boss said.
He never questioned his boss. And probably never will.
He didn't need more pain.
"I am fine on my own. I just remembered something." He lied- I mean, said reassuringly.
Ukraine didn't buy it.
"I can tell something is wrong but if you don't want to talk about it I guess it's fine... I am a really bad sister." She said the last part like a whisper, her eyes tearing up. When Russia saw her tear up he mentally cursed.
He wiped her sister's tears away. He couldn't bear to see her cry. It hurt to see her like that. "Big sister, don't cry, please. I am sorry. If you want we can go to Kremlin Palace and just spend time together. Just the two of us, alone, like old times, da?"
Ukraine's eyes suddenly lit up, she wanted to go be a better older sister so this was her chance!
Russia, on the other hand, he knew that her sister liked Turkey. He didn't want to harm her. Maybe he could talk her out of it if he can't... Well... Looks like Belarus and he will have a little sibling. Or maybe he can matchmake her with someone else. He actually had someone in his mind. Someone that he could trust with her sister. Someone who is mostly forgotten.
Yeah, that seems like a good plan.
DAMN, that took longer than I hoped to write. I hope you enjoyed it, people. Not all chapters will be long like this one but, treat this as a gift. (5,649 words) Sorry if I portrayed any characters wrong. I will try to fix them if you do tell me. Also, I forgot my password on Wattpad and that's why you see two books. This will be posted on soon too!