Chapter 8: Scars
"Are you lost little one?…"
The voice echoed through my head… through the air… that voice was all I could hear…
"W-Who are you?…"
Falling snow was soft… it never made a sound… except for me…. I always heard it… always heard him…
"Little one, you're a country aren't you?"
I shouldn't of said yes… I should of run away…. I should of just ignored him….
"Who… are you?…."
Did I even have a choice?…. I had no clue what I was even doing…
"You'll freeze to death out here little one." the voice scared me… "Come with me, yes?"
The cold… if it wasn't so cold… C-…could I of even survived back then?…. I-I…..
OOO
"Russia. Do you know where my maple syrup is?" Canada looked up in the cabinets trying to find the sweet substance that made him smile, only this time, he was frowning.
"I don't know." Russia said taking a sip of coffee at the table. "Do you know where my Vodka is?" Canada paused as Russia got a greedy smile across his face. "I might know something… but then again, I might not." Canada slowly turned to Russia with a total death glare.
"Russia. Where is it?"
"Like I said, where is my vodka?"
"The doctor said none until your wounds are healed Russia! Alcohol is poisonous to your blood and with the amount a blood you lost, there's not that much left to not be poisoned!"
"Matvey people die in Russia from alcohol poisoning or some kind of death related to it every day."
"How will that help you! ?"
"I've been drinking for many, many years. Am I dead? Nyet." Russia crossed his arms. "Don't discourage my drinking ways."
"Shut up Russia…" Canada glared. "Just give me my maple please."
"How about a trade? Your maple for my vodka."
"Russia I took it away to help your health."
"Then I'll do the same to you." Russia's smile came back. "You know Matvey, you have quite the sugar problem. Maybe it's all the sugary maple syrup and candies you put in your body."
"W-What?" Canada blinked. "Hey! Don't make this about me!"
"If you keep up with all that sugar intake, you'll end up getting diabetes or some disease Matvey."
"Don't change this to me Russia!"
"I wouldn't want my little Canada getting sick in the hospital for something that could have been avoided."
"Russia!"
"Maybe it's a good thing you take a break, da?" Russia smiled as the boy looked like he was going to lose it. "Unless… you give me my Vodka? Then we can both be happy, da?"
"I'm not giving them to you Russia." Canada firmly said and continued to lose it.
"Then you won't find any of your maple things. None of them. Not in my house, not in your bag, nothing hidden, nothing at all." Russia smiled, he finally had the boy at his end, he felt as if Canada was in the palm of his hand, but the boy still had another card up his sleeve.
"Maybe you're right." Canada said. "I could use a break from all that sugar for a while so I don't get sick like you said."
"W-What?"
"I'll just have to wait until you heal to taste maple again." Canada closed his eyes and smiled a bit. "I'm pretty sure I can handle a week or two."
"W-wh-," the Russian was speechless. "Nyet! You're suppose to beg and ask for it back and give into me!"
"I know." Canada gave him a sneaky look. "But I'm not going to give in. I'm a big boy, I can handle a few days without maple."
"I doubt that." Kumajirou yawned under the table. "I can't remember a time you stopped eating that stuff since you found out about it Cananada."
"Yeah cause I never had to before. But just cause I haven't doesn't mean I can't, I have control," Canada looked away from the bear and back to Russia. "Unlike someone." Russia glared but then chuckled.
"Matvey, that is a complete lie." he chuckled. "You won't be able to handle it."
"Watch me." OOO
In just a few days, he was cracked, completely done, barley able to even get out of bed anymore; he felt completely done. He had started cracking day three, by the time the forth one came he was already losing it. On the other hand, Canada was doing just fine eh? "Russia~ Good morning~" Canada happily as he came into the Russian's room as he motionlessly laid in his bed.
"Vodka… I miss my Vodka…I need my Vodka…" he moaned, Canada only stood there in disbelief, shaking his head at the Russian. "I can't focus without Vodka…. I can't live without Vodka…"
"I'm pretty sure you can live without Vodka Russia…" Canada sighed as the Russian still stayed in the same place in his bed, halfway covered by the covers and laying away from the door. "Come on, sit up, grow up."
"Nyet… not without my vodka… I have no meaning without my vodka…"
"Russia shut up." Canada sat down on the best. "You have meaning and life and everything, just chill out a bit will ya?"
"I will…. When I have my vodka…" Russia moaned, Canada glared and poked the back of the Russian's head.
"Come on, sit up. I wanna start taking the bandages off." Canada, the Russian opened his eyes quickly and started to turn his head to the boy. "Yeah, you heard me right. Sit up." he slowly pushed himself onto his forearms and up. "Shirt off." Russia glared a bit but then began unbuttoning his pajama shirt and putting it aside, leaving his scarf still on.
"Are you sure it's okay for them to come off?"
"The doctor said by the end of the week. Believe it or not, it's Thursday." Canada reached for Russia's wrist. "Can I?" Russia nodded. Canada carefully began to unwrap the bandages around his right wrist, Russia watching him in doing so, making the boy a bit nervous for some reason. When he finally unwrapped the last part, both of them could see the damage done. Scars, multiple scars, ran across his wrist, across the veins and bones showing, across his pale skin. They were fresh, some pink while others started blending in a bit, but they were all still deep for if you rubbed across them you would know. Canada frowned a bit, he hated seeing Russia hurt, he hated seeing anyone hurt. But his eyes gazed toward Russia, the man not making a single sound or movement, he just stared at the scars, no sorrow or happiness, nothing. Canada moved his hands to the other arm, looked at Russia for consent, which he gave with a nod, then began to unwrap the other one. The same, not any better or any worse, but the same deep cuts across the pale skin. Canada looked toward Russia, still nothing but his blank eyes staring at the old wounds. "R-Russia?…" Russia looked toward the boy, waiting for him to add on, which Canada tried to do after a small gulp. "T-Their just s-scars… they'll heal like the rest right?"
"Da…" Russia grabbed onto his scarf a bit, remembering the scars Winter had given him so long ago, the ones that were always reopened and always stayed. "They will heal… like the rest…"
"S-Should we do your back?" Canada asked. Russia looked down at the bandages still wrapped around his chest to back, then looking back at the Canadian he nodded. Russia looked away a bit as Canada unwrapped the bandages carefully, he knew these wounds were a lot worse. Before he could finish though Russia covered his eyes. "R-Russia?" Russia didn't move his hand.
"Go to room, da?" Canada heard.
"W-What?"
"Get up and go to your room."
"W-Why?"
"Just do it. Please." Russia told him. Canada frowned a bit and got up, getting the Russian to uncover his eyes and allow him to walk away. "Don't look. Just go." Canada kept his eyes somewhere else, then turned around and walked toward the door, then tried looking back until Russia's harsh voice told him no. Canada obeyed and left the room, leaving Russia to himself.
He threw his shirt back onto his shoulders and covered his scarred mess. He sat in silence before doing anything else, staring blankly out, then moved his eyes to the bandages laying in a pile on the bed. "Their only scars…. They will heal…" he said to himself. "They will heal…" he grabbed onto his sleeve tightly and squinted his eyes a bit. "Just…scars…" he closed his eyes in pain, the numb feeling was gone, the cuts finally took their toll after he had been ignoring it for so long. He got a cold shiver down his spine, which snapped him out of his strange daze, as he shivered and buttoned up his shirt again. He sighed and got up, figured he would explain a bit to the boy, after feeling both ashamed and embarrassed at the time. He went for the door and moved to Canada's, ready to knock and ask for entrance but instead he paused with the sound of the boy talking, but that wasn't it.
He could feel his body shiver and shake, completely frozen with the feeling that he was there. Russia carefully cracked open the door to find what he never expected. His eyes widen with the glance of that demon, the ghost who haunted him day and night, the thing that chilled him the most; General Winter. The longer he peeked in, the more he shivered, the very sight of that demon talking to that boy shot too many fake ideas in his head. The boy stared blankly, mumbling back if he talked at all, but he was still talking, they still knew each other, that scared Russia most of all. Without a single thought, he barged in for an attack.
Winter disappeared in a flash, only leaving Russia to attack the boy poor. He rushed, panicked, and grabbed onto the boy and slammed him into the wall, then tightened his grip onto the boy's throat, "How do you know him! ?" Russia yelled. Canada stood in shock and grabbed onto the Russian's wrists, trying to pull them away; he shivered. Russia growled and lifted the boy off his feet, "HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM! ?" Russia yelled again in panic. Canada struggled to breathe with the Russian's grip slowly getting tighter every second that passed. Canada chocked and tried talking but nothing would come out, all he could do was watch and experience the Russian's anger. He began to feel dizzy, his sight slowly going out but back again, his own grip loosing away from the Russian's wrists. He started to close his eyes a bit but finally managed to chock something out before Russia could completely kill him.
"Y-you…k-know…. Who he….I-is?…."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Thank you~
Well I mean… it was all happy and nice in the beginning… then I went dark. Oopsie. So basically Russia panicked because he didn't know how to react, most people act very rash and harshly in that situation when they panic. So yup. Yuppy yup *nod nod* The beginning is a nightmare by the way, a nightmare with winter which will be explained later on *nod nod*
Not much to say…. Hmm….
