RusCan: Winter Nightmares (Sequel to Snowy Relationships)

Chapter 16: Hatred

Chapter 16: Hatred?

Canada cracked the guest room door open and took a peek in to check on Russia. He didn't say a word or make a sound, simply peeked in to see the Russian asleep in the bed. Russia looked like he was in a heavy sleep but there were still circles under his eyes, Canada's expression didn't change though, he didn't feel bad like he usually would of. He closed the door again and walked toward the stairs. He looked back to find Kumajirou coming out of the bedroom, though he could barely walk with the pain he was still feeling. Canada frowned and picked the little bear up, making his way down the stairs with him, though that wasn't easy still with his ankle still feeling weak and sore. He barely said a word to France as he got some seal rolls from the fridge, then sliding down against it, having the little bear sitting on his lap and began feeding Kumajirou little bites; he couldn't stomach much of the food though. France looked over from his seat but didn't ask any questions, he could simply tell that he didn't want to talk.

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Everything felt so cold, but the pain was the overwhelming problem. He looked down at his hands only to find them drenched in the crimson color he had known since the moment he existed. He could feel himself falling backwards onto the hard ground behind him, though he wasn't sure exactly what that was. He lifted his hands up though to get a better look, to see if it was actually what he believed. The blood slowly dripped down his arms then, it felt real. He thought he felt himself shake but he again couldn't be sure.

He could hear screaming, but not the sound of that little girl or a dying citizen, a scream he had never heard before. It sounded so painful, a scream that had only been burst out a very few times. It was agonizing, breathless, dying... And it was Matthew's scream...

Everything felt cold again, he could feel himself holding onto someone's hand, touching someone's cheek, wiping tears away. Soft skin as cold as the snow, the very touch made his hand shiver. He could hear echoing voices, not of his people but actually himself. He could hear the echoing words repeating: "Wake up! Wake up! Please wake up!... don't go..." they repeated over and over and over again, he couldn't get the words out of his head. "Matthew wake up!"

Russia jumped up in his bed and gasped. He continued panting for a few seconds then wiped the sweat from his forehead away. He sat up in the bed and calmed himself, the nightmares were becoming more clearer, they were becoming unbearable. The death of his people suddenly turned to something that mattered as much as they did. He held his head in his hands for a moment before he realized he needed to just let it go and get up, so he did. He got out of his bed and to their room, knocking on the door once then trying to speak. "Matvey..." He said. He knocked again before opening the door up. "Matvey I-" he stopped himself once he saw Canada wasn't in there anymore, neither was the bear, and neither was his luggage. Russia gulped, Canada was mad. Not just a little mad where he would be over it after some rest, the mad he never got with Russia, the one where Russia couldn't tell how long it would be until Canada spoke to him again.

He sighed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen to find Canada but only frowned when he saw only France there. France looked up at the Russian and raised his coffee cup a bit. Russia nodded and moved his eyes around the room to find Canada but no, he wasn't there. "Where's Canada?" He questioned. France finished his sip of coffee then answered.

"He left for Madrid about two or three hours ago." France said. Russia raised an eyebrow, sighed then got a stupid look on his face.

"What time is it?"

"It's uh," France looked down at his phone. "Almost nine-thirty." Russia gritted his teeth and angrily sighed before quickly walking back up the stairs. "Why?"

"I'm going to miss my flight!" Russia rushed back up the stairs and began to pack his things that were still out. He quickly got out of his sleep wear and into a dress shirt and pants, then covered himself with his coat and scarf. He barely had anytime so he didn't brush his hair or his teeth, which made him feel a bit disgusting but he would take care of it at the hotel in Madrid. He didn't even shower, which made him feel even more disgusting but he would, again, take care of it later. He called a taxi as fast as he could as he finished packing his things and started going down the stairs, only to realize he forgot his phone in the guest room so he had to go back up and down once again as fast as he could as the taxi beeped.