He feels the cold metal on his bare back. He desperately tries to move, but his wrists hurt. When he looks up he sees the brown ropes holding them in their place, making his skin red with every move.
He thinks of his papa. When is he coming? He should've been here long ago.
He is very scared. The way they tied him is so harsh that he can't tear it. The room is very cold, the white lights feel blinding on top of him. Even closing his eyes don't help.
He whimpers in fear.
He hears footsteps and his head immedietly rises up to see who it is. His heart leaps when he sees another white coated man fixing his gloves.
His body shivers in disappointment and fear.
No not again, please not again-
"You're up, kid?" The man asks as he moves to close his mask. Only his silhouette shows as he comes closer to him.
He squirms even more.
More frantically.
"It won't help." He says as he stands beside him. He leans to the table and with a cling, he raises the syringe.
He doesn't know when he got it, but he was always afraid of syringes. So when he notices the syringe, his breath gets stuck on his throat. His face goes pale. He squirms and squirms even more, he even lets out a loud hic as the man comes closer.
"Don't be scared." The doctor whispers as he forcefully stops his movement. He is pushing him down to the bed from his chest, making Russia unable to breathe.
His words does not correlate with what he does.
He sobs even louder.
"Don't be a bad boy now Alexei." The doctor hisses as he gets the syringe again.
"We just have to know what makes you special."
As the needle pushes through his wein, he opens his mouth to scream, to beg, to-
"RUSSIA!"
"AAAAAHAH-!"
May 22nd 1965, Moscow
He immedietly sat up on his bed with wide eyes. His brown hair was a mess on his shoulders and his eyes were twitching with anger. His one hand was holding the pillow tightly to swing it to the perpetrator that made their way to his room, as if it would do anything.
There was a deafening silence for three seconds before loud laughter filled the room, making Russia drop his shoulders when he noticed who had gotten in.
Estonia was holding her knees to avoid falling, since she had a habit of moving too much when she laughed. Belarus on the other hand, was already on the ground. Both girls were howling with laughter, which made Russia's face go tomato red as he noticed what happened.
"Hey!" He screamed. "What are you doing here?!"
The girls didn't answer, they continued their laughter which made Russia even redder.
"Belarus! Estonia!" He got up on his feet, almost falling in the process because of the thick blankets-which made the girls laugh and made him red even more.
"HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO TELL YOU NOT TO BARGE IN!" He threw his pillows at them. "GET OUT!"
"BUT-"
"OUT!" One of his pillows hit Belarus in the face, which made Estonia let out a little squeak and run out of the room quickly.
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Aftermath Plans || Amerus / Rusame
Non-Fiction"So what now, our alliance is over?" Russia licked his lips, his eyes were staring at just one point of the wooden desk. He could feel the other man's looks directed to his back, even though he didnt have any irises. Russia knew from experience at...
