RusCan: Winter Nightmares (Sequel to Snowy Relationships)

Chapter 14: Double Date?

Chapter 14: Double Date?

Russia tossed and turned, struggling so hard to stay awake or even wake up when his nightmares hit his core. He actually jumped and gasped, quickly sitting up in his bed and breathed heavily. He panted and covered his eyes with his hands, waiting for his breath to stabilize and for his body to stop shaking.

Once again, those dreaded nightmares began.

He looked over at the sleeping boy next to him, cuddled up in his blankets and in a deep sleep. Russia pulled the blanket over the boy's cold shoulder, somehow just looking at Canada calmed him a bit. He laid back down, rubbing his eyes, trying to get the images from his nightmare out of his mind. He took a deep breath and sighed, no use in staying up all night about this. He put his hands away from his face completely and pulled the blankets back over him and tried falling back asleep, though when he did he regretted it...

He opened his eyes only to be surrounded by falling snow, it was just like home; he didn't like it. He frowned and looked around, only hearing his own foot steps as he turned. He could hear voices echoing in the distance, though couldn't make any of them out. He turned more, taking deep breathes that he saw through the air, and called out, "Who's there?" he tried looking into the distant snow. "Kto vy?" He could only hope it wasn't general winter. He frowned and looked more, nothing at all could be seen. The entire place was just blank white, covered in snow, with some broken trees sticking out of the snow and the grey sky only getting darker. Russia gulped.

The voices, damn it, he knew those voices. He covered his ears as they began to get louder, he could only hope he couldn't hear them. They began to get louder faster and faster, the blank white snow began to turn darker, then began to slowly fade to red. Russia began shaking and bent down, covering his ears and closing his eyes, twitching and shaking. No matter how hard he pushes his hands in to cover his ears, the voices seaked in. The soft voices of children, the pleading voices of women, the angry voices of men. And when he heard a gun shot, he seemed to duck and fall quickly into the snow. He wouldn't open his eyes, he had let go of his ears but still wouldn't open his eyes as the voices turned into cries and painful screams. His shaky hands came up to his face and covered his eyes. Don't look, he kept telling himself, don't look. He wouldn't dare.

The cries seemed to only get louder, the screams were drenched in more pain, small words began echoing. Evil, hell, help, war, blood, execution, murder, death, blood, winter, communist, blood, heartless, torture, blood, pain, blood, tragedy, blood, corruption, blood, cold, blood... blood blood blood.... He couldn't help it anymore, he uncovered his eyes, only to be surrounded in the bloody snow, himself covered in it. Blood blood blood....

He couldn't help but scream....

He jumped awake and tried his best to hold in his scream in, shaking and shivering in complete terror. He reached over to Canada and shook him, he needed someone to calm him. "M-Matvey," he shook him more. "Matvey! Please wake up!" He shook him more but nothing seemed to wake him up. Russia paused then grabbed the boy's shoulder and pulled him over, now he couldn't help but scream. The blood, he was covered in blood, he was dead... Nyet... nyet nyet nyet. Russia shook his head and backed away, the couldn't even stomach the possibility that Canada was dead, he couldn't. He covered his eyes and tried not to look again, he could barely breath now...

He opened his eyes as he laid in the bed. He didn't panic, he didn't jump or shiver, he simply laid there after the horrible nightmare. He couldn't tell just how hard this nightmare had hit him, it was usually bad but dreaming about Canada's death lately... kept pushing him over the edge of his sanity. He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and came back into reality. He slowly sat up in the bed and rubbed his temples, this was too much for one night. He looked over to Canada once again, a bit afraid to even look, but only found him sleeping. He was fine, alive, completely fine. Russia sighed in relief and laid back down but grabbed onto the boy's shirt. Canada moved a bit but stayed asleep, Russia's grip only got tighter though. The thought of losing you is the worst thing I could think about....