They... were scared. All of them were frightened and rushed over to the blood-soaked Russian, Ukraine and Lithuania taking over, as they quickly removed that coat of his as he fell over, easing him to the ground.

"G-get some water boiled, and something to be--"

"It's not my blood." Russia cut in, shuddering in their grasp, he was cold, and obviously exhausted. The haze over his eyes was evident. They stopped, relieved that the Russian wasn't injured.

"Where's the blood from?" Ukraine asked, doing her best in keeping calm.

"I found... the group chasing us, a small party... Bad... bad children, da." He nodded to his words, leaning against the two of them, that still held him in their arms. Almost completely limp, the Russian was close to sleep, it seemed.

They all knew what had happened, he found them, and killed them. Latvia and Eduard started to shudder in well-placed fear. It seemed that their captor was still as ruthless as ever. They'd heard about Bloody Sunday from Lithuania once, now, this must've been horrible too.

"W-we're safe, for now... but we need to move, soon." The Russian said, looking close to sleep.

Lithuania and Ukraine silently agreed as their eyes met, helping heft the Russian male to his feet, starting to lead him to another room. They'd clean his bloody cloths as he slept, and get ready to leave when the other woke up. Unfortunately, Russia was in no condition to lead them to their next destination now.

When they lowered him down in another room, he was already fast asleep. The two nations carefully removed what items were bloodstained as the man slept through these actions, already getting things ready to wash them, and dry quickly. Water boiled, soap in place. Ukraine took over the washings as Lithuania helped get the blood from the other's skin off. The captured eldest Baltic being careful to get the stained skin cleaned, the red liquid that had soaked through was only partially dried. It hadn't been long, had it?

"Ukraine?" He hestantly asked after a time, looking at the elder female nation.

"Y-yes, Lithuania?" She looked up from her work for a moment.

"How long do you think it will be until he wakes up?"

"A few hours, enough to dry these things fully and be off. Little brother... doesn't sleep well when there's a panic about. He's only asleep now, because he exhausted himself." She looked worried, her large blue eyes filling with tears.

"P-please don't cry..."

"I-I'm s-sorry, I'm j-just so worried a-about l-little Russia... He-he's always been so bloody..." She wiped her eyes, going back to her work. It took her everything she had not to cry more and more. This was so upsetting, her dearest little brother had been like this since the three of them were Kiev Rus. All of these horrible actions had caused such pain to them, hadn't it? It was always going to, wasn't it? They... they would always be such a strange family... But at least they had each other.


Belarus, Estonia, and Lativa were left behind as they toted the Russian off, Belarus looking particularly worried about her brother. Yet, she surprisingly made no room to follow, it seemed she knew she'd be in the way of her two elders.

The shaking pair were left, going over to sit by the fire now, casting worried glances to the closed door where the trio had disappeared. They could do nothing more about the situation, and keeping warm was at least one thing they could do to keep themselves calm. Belarus joined them sitting there quietly, her knees drawn to her chest as she stared at the fire. Ocassionally, like the other two, she would glance at the door. They were all worried about what was going to happen to them next.

"What do you think will happen?" Estonia asked, his voice soft.

"S-something b-b-bad, E-eduard." The youngest responded, scared.

"We'll be fine." Belarus's voice held soft conviction. "Brother will keep us safe."

Again, they couldn't argue. How could they with someone that was so sure of their future, when they were not? That sort of belief, that blind faith, it was heart-warming to see it in such doubtful times.

The only thing was: it'd be best if she was right about that.


It was quiet hours, the clothing drying and hung up, the two hovered over the curled-up Russia, his elder sister having found a blanket that he was currently curled up in. The darling look he had when he slept caused the two to forget for a little bit at the truth of the other's nature, that neither could truly deny even if with their minds they attempted to ignore. Right now, at least for right now, he looked like an innocnet child without cares, which, at least in Ukraine's mind, she regretted the most of her siblings losing over the years. Even if the two of them were grown now, she hated that the two of them had been raised with blood surrounding their feet.

Yet, when you're a nation, most of the time you're drenched in blood. European nations had been cursed with such bloody fates and histories, of countless wars, of horrible famines, of plauges that caused wide-spread death, and so many other things that soaked the ground with blood--where it seemed that not a single inch remained free from their children's life being poured out from their bodies. Remains, memories, and the land always seemed to cry a haunting tune when they past, calling out to them with the sorrowful tale of what had transpired with what could've been a hundred years, to a thousand and then some more. In some of their lands, it should always be red. Unfortunately, what the sister found the saddest of all, that her own sweet little brother was one so soaked in blood.

Gently she reached over, and brushed a few locks of that lovely platinum blonde hair away from her brother's eyes, smiling a bit at how sweet he seemed as he was peaceful in his sleep. Glad, glad that there were no nightmares from what he had just done. Even if he deserved to be haunted, they had suffered enough in their lives. In such a horrible time of panic, they shouldn't lose what little rest they got.

Ukraine soon found herself settling down beside her brother, curled and letting sleep take her.

She wasn't aware that Lithuania had curled up on the Russian's other side, deep within dreams.


The three that were outside that peaceful room, had also curled before the fire, letting their bodies rest for at least the moment, for when Ivan woke from his slumber, they'd be out again stumbling almost blindly through the endless white and cold. Their goal?

Winter of course. If Russia was running straight for Siberia, everyone knows he was going to ask General Winter's help once again, to help him save them all from whatever was chasing them across the fields of pure white.

Yet, that white was soon to bleed red.

Red with Russian blood.


Charan-Amaya: Hrm, well, people... I... Well. Hrm. I do have what I want to do, at the very end, but you know that getting there is not so good, yeah?

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