"Shh, shh..."
Russia was holding and rocking America gently in his arms. The poor younger man was sobbing and screaming every time the image came back to his mind. Russia couldn't help but feel pity. America had seen enough horror tonight to last for a lifetime.
"America," Russia murmured quietly.
America looked up to the Russian.
"I won't let him get you.
"Wh-w-what is that th-thing?" America cried.
Russia looked once more at the desktop which still showed the email. He was forbidding America to look at it and was even holding his head against his chest and shielding his eyes.
"That," he said after a short while. "Is Smile Dog."
"S-Smile Dog?"
"Yes."
"Wh-what...does i-it d-do?"
Russia figured America would never sleep until he knew what it was he was looking at.
"Smile Dog is a supposedly haunted picture that can cause suicides and siezures during sleep. It's haunted whoever looks at it."
"OH MY GOD I LOOKED AT HIM!"
America burst out into sobs once more. Russia held him closer. His scream had woken him up and Russia had found his friend with his face in his hands.
"Shhhhh, America...everything's ok. Remember...I won't let him get you."
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I wanted to write something sweet...ish.
Yes, Smile Dog is a real thing. Yes, I've seen the picture and yes it caused nightares for weeks.
To DaIvanBraginski: I have nothing better to do but write :D
To She Elf of Hidden Lore: I'm so glad you like it! Hope your friends enjoyed it too :D