Never Ever Get Rid Of Me (countryhumans x f.reader) (part 1)

chapter sixteen

You wake up in a bed . (Yeah. It's the same thing every time.)

It's the warmest bed you've got in all your life. You turn and feel that someone had put a bandage around your chest and back.
"Oh shit."

You don't know who done that, probably USSR. But that means that someone had seen the scared and injured on you back. (Third Reich had badly hurt you, a few days ago, for your leaving. There was blood on the ground and you were basically going to past out this day. But the complete scene was too violent to be written completely.)

You sit up and try to wake up a bit more

You are half asleep, half awake.

Your eyes try to close down. But you want to eat. So you take a blanket and try to go to the kitchen. Your hair isn't brush, your clothes aren't fixed properly. But it's okay for you. So you just walk like a non-awake person.

You are walking in the corridor, trying to keep your eyes opened. You smell a good smell. You follow it. You find the kitchen.

You open the door and see a tall USSR cooking.

He looks at you.

"Good morning." You cover your mouth then you yawn. "Sorry."(for the yawn)

"Доброе утро."(=good morning) He continues to cook.

You just sit on a chair and put your head into your hand.

"May I ask you a question? " you ask.

"What type?"

"Are you the one who bring me to the bed or put the bandage on my back?"

"Yes, I did both."

"Oh." 'Okay...WAIT-' you realise something. You blush.

He looks at you. "I just look at the scars and injuries. Who done that to you?" He already guesses who it was, but he wants you to confirm it, to say it. He knows that sometimes, talking can help to feel better.

"It's not important. It's done, that's it."

He continues to cook. "If you need help, ask. My family will help you. "

"Thanks, that's nice, but-"

He cuts the fire and gives you a plate with the meal for your breakfast. "Eat."

He goes out of the kitchen.

You eat your plate. It was good.

You wash your plate and folk. You go out of the kitchen.

You search and find USSR. He is sitting in the living room with all his children.

You hesitate to come into the living room. You didn't come in.

You go to the bathroom for taking the nazi uniform. This house is nice, but you were just here for a night.

The uniform isn't in the bathroom anymore. Did he burn it?

You look at yourself in the mirror. You arrange your hair, clothes, ... You drink some water, and go find a paper.

You write a note, and leave it on your bed.

You get out of the house and walk to another country.