Ivan laid there his eyes staring up at the cold winter sky. His body ached all over. His chest was oozing blood from the claw mark the mother bear left on him. He should get up and get moving. The sky was darkening and that meant the wolves were coming out soon. Hungry, ravenous wolves that hadn't seen real food for a long, long while.
He coughed and a little blood spilled from his mouth. He barely had any strength left in his body and he really didn't feel like pushing it. Slowly his arms made way behind him and pushed him away from the cold ground. The tree needed to be brought back to the house.
Now that he thought about it, this tree really would do them no good. It was rotting already and looked to be quite heavy. He stood his legs aching and shaking as they lifted his weight. He tried to take a step and fell forward.
He sighed and stood again gripping the tree tightly and dragging it to the house. This was heavier than he expected.
He dragged the tree back to the house and knocked on his own door waiting for America to answer. The door opened after a few minutes.
"Ivan! My Ruski! Welcome back!" Alfred smiled brightly at him and he had the sudden urge to rip that smile from his face.
"I brought the tree." Alfred's eyes widened when he saw the blood and wounds all over him.
"You're hurt." * He nodded and stepped inside.
"I don't have any water here. There is a well somewhere outside, but since it is getting dark I wouldn't suggest we get any today." He sat down on the floor against a wall.
Alfred nodded and walked over to him before getting an axe and going to chop the tree into the best he could get for repairs for the window. It was a shoddy job at most, but it would do. He'd have to figure a way to get some money to fix the rest of this shit hole.
He went upstairs and tried repairing the window to the best of his ability. He really wished they could stay somewhere else.
After a while he walked down finding Ivan passed out in a pile of blood. He was very tempted to leave him there still not forgiving him for being a communist, but he pulled him up the stairs anyway making sure he hit his head on each one like a good capitalist pig.
He threw Ivan on the mattress and lay down on top of him. There was no room to lie beside him. At least that's what he kept telling himself. He closed his eyes willing sleep to take him even if the room was definitely below freezing and he was afraid that ghosts would appear. He was a man and men protect the innocent! Namely their selves.
"No one loves you Ivan. No one." Shut up! I know this! Now shut up!
"Honestly, I don't know why you even try. You should just give up." Be quiet! Please! Please!
"Your own people don't even like you. That's really pathetic." I know! I know this! Please! Leave me be!
"At this rate you'll be even more useless than a cockroach, but of course you know this. Perhaps just put a bullet in your head and get it over with. It'd be so easy just to end it all." Let me alone! I am through with you! Don't speak to me! I don't want to hear you!
"I know where one is located. It's in America's jacket. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you borrowed it." Shut up! Just shut up!
"Ivan, you should die." I know…
Alfred looked up at Ivan. He seemed to be having a restless dream. He wondered if he should wake him or not, but decided against considering he was about to fall asleep himself. He'd just ask him about it in the morning…
A.N./ So, yeah, I know it sucks. But who really gives a damn? Not like people read these things anyway.
I don't' own Hetalia nor anything to do with it.