ρнiℓiρρiทє x sмυτs [Another Book I Regret Writing]

Baba Yaga [Rusphil]

Beware - some heavy stuff ahead, and this is barely a smut lmfao, more like a story with some smut at that point (which isn't even present until part 2 of this story). But there is smut :'))

By the way, all the English words implies they're speaking Russian. [Text like this] is in English

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"Can't you fucking-!"

Her mother stopped before continuing to curse. Still, she radiates an unwarranted anger, purely due to an underlying stress she unfortunately made for herself.

Before the daughter knew it, Soviet had finally huffed and glared at her, despise seething through barred teeth. "Go to the fishermen and see if they've caught anything."

A mixture of feelings was what Russia felt. On one hand, she was happy - At the very least, she wasn't hurt. Yet on another hand - She felt demeaned. Her mother really despised her so much as to send her on pointless tasks rather than manage this tumor of a responsibility with her?

"What are you waiting for? Leave."

Russia quietly nodded and left.

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"M-miss Russia..!"

One of her subordinates immediately tenses up by the sight of her, nervously shifting his eyes towards the fishermen, as those fishermen scowled at him. He anxiously gulped. "..where are the catches?"

"I-it appears that..." The duke bit his lip in helplessness, "The fishermen...they didn't..."

Russia had instantly halted. No - She can't...she can't come back empty-handed...

She turned towards the fishermen, blue eyes mimicking her mother's green ones. "Why?"

Everyone of the humans had only started breathing heavily - as if they were going to choke and cry out of panic. It wasn't too far off given that their eyes were beginning to gloss, but Russia couldn't see that, hers was beginning to gloss as well. "Why? Why didn't you catch any?!"

"W-we were scared!"

A woman had suddenly shouted, as she was clutching protectively over one of the fishermen. "They witnessed something beyond their imaginations...!"

"Wh- That's fucking it?! You were scared?!"

Everyone immediately flinched once she shouted, yet she couldn't care less. "Fucking-! Where? Where the fuck were you scared?"

Russia gritted her teeth and glanced at one of the guard's gun. "I'll go kill it myself."

The fishermen didn't hesitate to point at a particular direction once she's said that. Russia glared at them, yet didn't hesitate to take the rifle gun from the just as willing duke.

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Walking all alone in a dreary path, while she was perfectly inaudible with every footstep, the only noticeable sound she makes were the heavy breaths that to her disgrace, were due to a fear. Perhaps it was the environment that reminded her of the times she'd been forced to participate in a war, or the darkness that reminded her of the times she had to be incredibly careful not to make a sound within her own home.

All she knew was that she refused to believe anything superstitious. Even though she walked past a cabin with roots of a tree growing below, making it seem like thin pieces of chicken legs, and even though she's walking straight towards a lake.