Hi again! Have a horrible headache so my grammar might not be very good… It's a bit longer than usual but I couldn't leave it on such a sad note! Anyways, enjoy!
I went to wake up my siblings in the morning like I always did. First Russia, then Belarus. I got to Russia's room. When I stepped in, I knew something was wrong before I even looked at the bed. His small gun was gone. That was the same gun that he learned how to shoot with when he was small enough for me to pick up. He would never lose that. Some of his most treasured paintings and trinkets were missing from the walls and desk. There were no shirt sleeves hanging out of the dresser. I went over to the bed. Russia wasn't there. The bed was neatly made, and a piece of crisp white paper lay in the middle. I picked it up.
Dear Sestra,
I am sorry that I left without giving you a proper goodbye. I cannot live with you if Belarus continues on as she has. I am old enough to live by myself now. You don't need to worry about me. I will miss you but this time was going to come eventually. I'm almost certain that you guessed that it was coming soon. I will miss you so much. I hope to see you soon.
Russia
I knew it was his. It was his handwriting. He was right; I knew that this day was coming. It still hurt. I decided not to show Belarus the letter. She might have been the cause of this and part of me wanted to, to show her what she had done, to get revenge for taking our brother away from me but I knew I couldn't and wouldn't ever do that to my little sister. She would find out in time. She was smart enough to find out by herself.
I left my brother's old room, still too shocked to cry yet. After waking up Belarus, I went through the rest of the day in a trance. I didn't tell my sestra. She would find out tonight.
She didn't find out. I knew I should treasure the time I had left with her, but today was my day to let go. To let go of the bouncing giggling yunak that was my little brother. To let go of those memories where he had baked brittle and cookies with me. To let go of the time I had taught him to skate, the time I had taught him to shoot buckets with his little gun. When I was done going through the motions of the day, I shut myself in my room, and cried.
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The next day I woke up not quite as good as before Russia left, but okay. I was done with my crying for him. I left my room, and went to wake up Belarus. When she was up and seated at the table, I told her what had happened. I edited out the letter and how Russia left because of her. She just sat there, eating her eggs in a sort of daze. She didn't think he was going to leave like that. I could read every thought she had as it was displayed on her face. A scowl, and tear, a frown, a smile. I knew what each meant. I looked away. A person's thoughts were their own. If they wished to share them, they would tell you them. I had no right to see Belarus' mind and thoughts like this. After she finished her breakfast, I cleaned up the room and washed the dishes.
When I returned Belarus was … better. Like me. Not good, but better. "I won't leave you like he did sestra," she said suddenly. "I will tell you when I'm ready to go. Then I'll go find Brother and make him tell you he's sorry. He shouldn't have done that to us, to you. I'll make him say he's sorry! I promise." "Shh…" I told her. "I knew it would happen soon enough. But we can't let it ruin today, or tomorrow, or the day after. We are a strong family. I'm sure he'll come back to visit though." I embraced her, holding my sweet, sane sestra in my arms. I would miss her when she left. But I was strong enough to go through it.
"Let's go ice skating!" I suggested. We couldn't spend the entire day moping around the house. Belarus nodded, stood up, and went to get the skates from the closet.
We left for the pond. There, we skated hand in hand. Spinning, twirling, giggling as the flakes fell around us. We were better than before. Happy even. Belarus and I could live together without Russia. This day had just proved as much. As would the next, and the next, and the next. We were ready. Each time sun rose again, we would wake up and live the day. Russia would not take my sister away from me. He was right. It had been his time to leave. It was now my time to be with Belarus until she was ready to go as well. And I would enjoy every minute of the time I had left with her. I was strong.
A/N
So sorry! I feel so bad for writing this. I'm so sorry! But Russia ready to go and Belarus just helped him decide to leave!
Vocab:
Sestra- Sister (Russian and Ukrainian)
yunak- boy (Ukrainian. I wanted to say brother but that was brat and I was afraid people would read it the wrong way)
The next chapter will be more up beat. I promise! Please review! I would like to have two reviews before I post the next chapter but I will probably post it in about two weeks if I don't. If you see any mistakes please correct me!
