The Safe Haven

Proof

I took over a year off to cut you bitches some slack.

But guess what??

She's baaaaaaaack

Completely unrelated, but the song I put up there perfectly incapsulates China. Please tell me if there's any other songs that capture one of my characters 🙏 😭

And please ignore how the accidently published name was "Seth Jerry jr" your home girl is struggling

Russia's pov
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I took deep breaths with my eyes closed, aware of the shaking child in the corner. I twirled the hilt of the blade in my hand. She's a child, with her whole life in front of her, but what sort of life will she live at this place? A life like America: tourtured and abused? My eyes slowly creeped open to see the glare of the blade. The edge was dull: it would require much more force to cut than a well-sharpened knife. What is the worst they can do to my body if I refuse to harm Serbia? They can do whatever they want to me- mentally and physically- but if they touch a hair on any of my fellow pack members, blood will be spilled.

But what if I marked her? I marked Stars because I had an urge to protect him like we bonded at first sight. I want to protect Serbia, but that's because she deserves so much better than this. Serbia is a child. It is not fair. I don't even know if I can mark her because America marked me back.

I looked at the poor little girl. She gazed across the room with that thousand-yard stare that shell-shocked soldiers had after the war. She must've known I was looking at her because the next words out of her mouth were, "You should just kill me." Her whispered voice waivered. I tried to come up with words to console her, but my voice refused to leave my throat. I leaned back on the wall and sighed, hanging my head.
My eyes wandered to the steel door, and suddenly, without warning, it was busted open. Immediately, I bounced to my feet and readied my blade for attack.

"Russ, who in the hell do I need to fuck up?" America spat out, walking in like he owned to place. My mind was overcome with joy, quickly being replaced by worry, seeing the blood on his shirt.
I discarded the knife and ran over to my mate, which only took a few strides due to the small size of the room.
"What happened?" I rushed the question out of my mouth as I hastily unbuttoned his shirt to examine the gash causing the crimson stain on his white-button down.
"I'm okay, Russia. It's-"
I cut him off. "It's not okay. What happened?" Painic rising in my voice as I reviled the wound that was larger than expected, running from his right clavical to his left peck. I placed my thumb on the slit and ran it over a section of the wound. Seeing the blood clot and scab over, I continued down the wound, stopping the bleeding.

Stars wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me gently as he whispered into my ear, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," my answer came quickly because I wanted his answer more, "Now tell me what happened."
The man in my arms opened his mouth to answer, but a yip from the girl in the corner. America tensed and quickly spun around. The moment I saw the person who entered the room, my blood boiled.

"Can we leave yet? I'm bored watching you two just hold each other." China grumbled out.

My vision went red. The man that caused all of the pain and suffering in my life was standing just mere feet away. He is the one that tortured my mate. He is the one the killed Stars. He is the one that raided my pack at our weakest moment.
I started lumbering towards the red man, but within a few steps, America blocked me. His body language was incased with worry.