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『in the end, did you care about me at all...?』

{This was almost 10,000 words in total, took a few days to write. Requested by miaaa1230000 I hope you enjoy your one-shot request. I added the song as I feel it fits India's and USSR's actual relationship, the song is from USSR's POV btw. TW, blood and gore(?). And disclaimer, this is also a part of my AU and this is not to offend any person, country, race or religion. And another thing, do yall mind adding some extra comments at certain paragraphs in this chapter? cause every time someone does that it makes me happy to know what they think of certain parts and I do enjoy reading what they have to say about those parts so I would highly appreciate it if you were to do so, but I'm not wanting to force anyone into doing it so if you want to, then do it and if not then you don't have to do it. And very sorry it took such a long time to write, my hands kept dying and I was working really hard on the plot for this so it did take some time. I did avoid writing certain topics which were too sensitive so yea that. Anyways, this includes the fictional disease called "Hanahaki" which is a disease where a person throws up blood and flower petals if the person they love doesn't love them back equally. With all of that said, now you can begin reading the actual chapter! sorry for wasting your time if you did read this entire thing.}

Anahath - India(F)
Leonid - USSR(M)
Xeon Wei - China(M)

????, 1962
after the Sino-Indian war.... At Anahath's place

Anahath stared at the ceiling. She was unable to sleep. Every time she tried to dooze off, she'd hear screams of terror and people yelling ,,GET TO THE FRONT LINES BEFORE THEY DO" and she'd be awake again. But why? she never experienced this during the Indo-Pak wars, then why is she going through this after the Sino-Indian war?

of course she knew there was going to be no answer. She just felt so tired, yet still couldn't sleep. She looked towards her window which blew open with the wind, seemed like she didn't close it properly earlier. As the cold night winds blew into her room, she groaned and covered her head using her blanket. ,,Your loss you didn't let me-" a voice was about to say. A shadow was formed in the mirror, shape of a male who was wearing a former Indian army uniform. Anahath growled and grabbed a framed picture of her and her siblings together and threw it at the window. ,,I don't have the time to deal with your shit, Azad" she said before closing her eyes and once again, attempting to sleep.

this time, she couldn't open her eyes and felt extremely tired. It was as if she were laying in a hospital bed, slowly dying. But nothing was happening. To her at least. Then it got her, was it one of her younger siblings going through something? no no no, she tried convincing herself that nothing bad happened to her siblings. As she laid in bed, helpless and worried. A sudden sound caught her attention. She was able to open her eyes again. She was starting to sweat and quickly got up. Everything looked blurry. She squinted her eyes, it was still blurry. She rubbed her eyes and then looked over to a old family portrait. Every moment with her family before he came, would always make her tear up. That what a life she had, but now it's all gone and she couldn't do anything about it, but cry, she then looked at the bottom of the painting.