Hoofbeats (RusAme)

Chapter 4 - Memories

(Just Russia's dream/memory thing so not rlly a chapter but still. I wanted this cuteness >//3//<

Don't play the video yet!)

=Third POV=

Russia jolted awake from another nightmare. He had them constantly. And for a 6 year old, it wasn't a fun experience.

He sat upright in his bed shivering as he looked around the dark room left and right, clutching his plush bear toy in fear.

Tears started to well up in Russia's eyes as his mind replayed the nightmare on loop. He held the bear closer to him for comfort and buried his face in it, sniffling quietly. Russia sat there for awhile before it dawned on him. He spoke in a whisper to himself, "папа..." His father should be able to help him, right? 

Russia decided to go to his father's room. His mother was out for the week for a reason he didn't know, but he did know she wouldn't comfort him. Russia moved the blanket out the way and carefully jumped off the bed. He got to his door and slowly opened it, knowing there was one obstacle between his room and his father's. The hallway. Russia always hated the hallway at night. It scared him. The amount of rooms a monster or robber could be hiding in or someone coming up the stairs behind him. At least his father's room was next door to his. 

Russia took a deep breath and hugged his bear as he walked out his room and down the hall to his father's. Another problem. Soviet's door handle was higher than his. Russia's was made so he was able to reach it from a young age until he reaches his growth spurt. He looked up at the door as if it wronged him before tucking the plush bear in one arm while the other tried to desperately grab the door handle. Russia started to jump. After a few tries, he had a hold on the handle. 

Russia walked into the room cautiously, making sure he didn't trip or step on anything important that had to do with his father's work. He reached the bed and saw his father asleep on his side, facing away from Russia. He was nervous to wake up his father, what if he yelled at him because this has happened too many times? Or because he was mad with his wife? Or he could be drunk still if ever did drink? Maybe he wasn't even alive....Many questions floated around Russia's head on what would happen. All negative outcomes. Russia's mind kept looming back to the 'he could be dead' thought. His eyes quickly moved from Soviet's head to where his chest/abdomen is while laying on his side. Russia started to worry and tears were threatening to spill once they saw his father not breathing. Though, Russia sighed in relief when he realised Soviet's breathing was slow and calm due to him being asleep. 

"папа...?" Russia lightly shook his father's side. Though he didn't respond. So Russia spoke a little louder than before, "папа?" He shook him again. This time a soft groan was heard from the Soviet Union. He lifted his head slightly and turned it to look over his shoulder, waiting for his eyes to adjust. After a little while, he noticed it was his eldest son standing next to his bed.

"Россия? Vhat are doing out of bed?" Soviet turned onto his back and sat up, looking at the time on his nightstand. "It's 2am."

"I-I know папа b-but..." Russia became nervous again, both of what his father might say and the memory of the nightmare. 

Soviet saw his sons distress and leaned down to pick him up, placing him on his lap.

"Hey...дорогой(sweetheart)...vhat's vrong, hm?" Soviet tilted his head at his son as he placed a hand on his face, rubbing his thumb on his check. 

"I-I had a nightmare...." Russia fiddled with the "fur" on his plush toy.

"Ой...опять дорогая?(Aw...again darling?)" Russia could only nod in response, afraid if he would talk, he would cry.