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Wake Up
Chapter 2
The room was dark. The smell of vodka filled the air. A man lay on his bed his left hand holding an empty bottle that dragged on the floor. The right arm lay over his face lazily.
The floor was decorated with empty bottles along with shards of glass that surrounded the front of the door way.
Ivan didn't feel as groggy as he liked to be when he sat up.
"Водка"
He called for his favourite beverage, his right hand dived into the box that sat beside his bed, like an ever fateful dog.
A growl escaped his lips, an ever fateful empty dog.
He threw himself back onto his bed. He was, sadly, sobering up. Being able to think rationally, he wondered for a second if he should move rooms, Allowing the maids and Belarus to clean up this one, maybe he could change, the very least take off his boots.
As he was tugging his scarf he realized it was sticky. A mixture of vodka and vomit. He cursed his himself and threw the fabric off. As he did so he realized that there was another bottle of vodka lying beside him.
Ivan let out a sad sigh of relief. He opened and took a nice long swing. He would change after another nap. After the nap he would change rooms, change clothes, and take a shower. Give everyone a glimpse of relief and then dash it. He would move into the est wing. The further away he could be from the west the better...
A line of light appeared on the wall he faced. Somebody opened the door.
"Беларуссия, убирайся!"
Ivan yelled from his bed. Waving his younger sister away. Instead of closing it quickly. The light widened, a shadow blocking out some of it revealing a figure.
"Belarus!"
Ivan sat up and looked into the light squinting trying to reestablish his eyes to the light. Chucking the half full bottle of vodka at it.
The form dogged it, but the sound of cracking glass under it's feet surprised it.
"Good thing Katyusha, warned me about this."
Ivan froze down to his very core. His eyes adjusted -he could see the finer details inside the silhouette. Mauve eyes behind square glasses. Golden hair, framing the round face. Cheeks flushed, from the cold or his dodge. Ivan didn't know.
But one thing the Russian did know was that he wasn't happy.
"It's not going to be pretty."
"It's alright."
"But he might try to kill you."
Matthew gave Katyusha a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry I'm a lot stronger then I look. And I'm prepared. Your description of the room will give me an advantage."
The Ukrainian nodded, her heart was racing but she knew deep down that this needed to be done. She turned to her younger sister, who was glaring silently at the Canadian.
"Natalya, please show Matthew to Ivan's room."
"..."
"Natalya?"
Katyusha extended her hand to touch Belarus.
"No."
The two remained silent. Matthew was taken back when Natalya's glare intensified, a hint of hate appearing in her eyes.
"I've been here longer than you have Katyusha! I know that the reason why vanya Russia is like this is because of him! We should just leave him alone! He'll come out when he's ready- We don't need this- this- this fucker's help!"
The sound of a slap echoed in the hall.
Katyusha held her hand and looked at Natalya's swollen cheek. Tears falling from freely down her pretty face shaking where she stood.
"Natalya... Is that you really want, you want our precious brother to keep doing this. He could get sick, seriously injured -is that you want?! And when I thank god that Matthew was kind enough to come help and...and.. you use such language?!"
She started to choke on her sobs, her chest felt so tight. Only then did Belarus really see her sister. Bags under her eyes, pale from worry, and now tears staining and glistening on her face.
"Sister...?"
Ukraine fell to her knees, and held her hands to her face and cried. A strange stinging formed in Belarus' eyes.
"Sister... I'm sorry. Please... I-"
But Katyusha, cut her off by jumping to her feet and hugging her. The stinging in Natalya's eyes continued until they couldn't handle it anymore. They fell through. And the two sisters cried in each others arms.
"Sister..."
"Oh Natalya I'm so sorry!"
Matthew's fists were closed tightly. Nearly drawing blood. He looked down the hall knowing full well that Ivan was down there, somewhere. His teeth clenched into a scowl.
If there was one thing Matthew hated, truly despised, is when people make their close ones cry, for nothing but their own selfishness.
'Ivan... This is going to end, now.'
Oh! Oh! Matthew's not happy, nor is Ivan for that matter. But- Kyaaa! Angry Matthew makes me happy!
A big thank you for RusCSI for helping me with my Russian!!! I was re-reading this chapter and I got teary eyed for the whole Belarus Ukraine thing. I hope they didn't come out too OOC...
I hope you liked this chapter!
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