ׂ╰┈➤ USSR oneshots. [LORE!]

‣ . Warmth .. [angst]

---- 25 . 03 . 1949 . -

Outside was cold, but nothing that USSR couldn't handle. He was used to temperatures bellow freezing. That's what some thought of his heart, yet his friends knew the truth, that inside USSR was warmer than a summer day in the west of Europe.

USSR was always a joyful, bright, warm and kind man, he always cheered everyone up and you couldn't be sad when he was around. Often, people would say how his smile was so contagious all your worries would drift away, and that his presence alone could shift the mood of an entire room full of sad people. As for how USSR felt about this, he thought the contagious smile and mood shifting was a massive exaggeration.

About his personality, he admitted, it was true, he was always 'happy'. But not today. Today he felt like absolute shit. In all honesty, by how a horrid night he had, USSR didn't even want to get out of bed. The previous night he had just sob happened to be visited by a certain old ally in his dreams. Third Reich. The man who was once his best, first, only and true friend that later on kidnapped him and tortured him.

USSR didn't let it show, at least most of the time, and to nobody. He hated people being worried over him. Others could've had it worse.

As much as USSR hated to admit it, that one week spent in that room in the concentration camp was the second worst time of his live, and it deeply scarred him. At first, the soviet didn't think it would be that bad, but once he wad out of his coma, he figured it was much worse than he thought.

His sleep, before that already having been disturbed by nightmares and night terrors of his childhood and many other traumatic events that happened before and after, became even more unbearable.

At that rate, USSR had completely forgotten what was the last time he had gotten proper sleep. If he'd get any.

Now, the soviet just so happened to get a horrible nightmare, just the night before, where he re-lived numerous of the tortures he was put through there. When he woke up, he was shaking, unable to breathe properly and crying. He hated crying. He hated being vulnerable, as the last time he let his guard down, he almost died. For the rest of the night, USSR couldn't sleep, as every time he closed his eyes, he'd see his face. That morning, USSR didn't want to get up, he didn't want to leave. He felt horrible. But allas he still got up, he still got ready and he still left.

Now, he was at work, walking through the busy hallways as fast as he could. Today no meetings were being held, so, USSR just planned to stay in his office all day. But, when your friends could read you better than you expected, that would be impossible. Truly impossible to accomplish.

On his way to his office, USSR passed some of his closest friends. It surprised people to know that the closest people to him outside the other communist countries were France, U.K , which USSR called Britain, and, surprisingly and shockingly, USA, which somehow, USSR was the closest to. Despite the disputes between the two, USA and USSR held an extremely strong bond.

"USSR!! Hello, my friend! Come here!" The voice of USA made its way to USSR'S tormented ears. He didn't pay attention, just kept walking, in hopes nobody would follow. That's a hopeless wish to make.

"... Something's wrong, he never ignores us." USA's voice turned serious. "America, are you sure he's not just tired?" Britain chimed in, trying to get his son off of USSR'S back. "Even if he were tired he'd come running to us and talk like he hasn't seen us in ages. I'll go check on him, don't try to stop me."

UK tried saying something and protest against the idea, but France stopped him from saying anything. You do not get in America'd way when he's worried for his friends.

By now, USSR was in his office, and he hat shut the door behind him. He didn't feel good, he felt dizzy and could feel the shortness of breath come back to taunt him again. USSR's vision had gotten blurry, and his ears started ringing.

-- TW : panick attack. --

USSR took his hands off the desk and dropped on his knees, taking a good grip of the clothes that covered his chest. Oh gosh, he despised when these things happened.

The soviet struggled to breathe and reached out to the bag he had droped on the floor, aimlessly searching for his pills. He searched for what felt like an eternity, yet, no trace of the pills was found. The ringing in his ears had gotten stronger and louder, his breath got more rare and short, and a cold sweat ran down his spine, making his entire body shudder. "Where the hell are my meds?!" He thought to himself, and in a split second, he remembered that in the rush he was in that morning, he had forgotten to take his pills. The bottle was still on his nightstand.

USSR began panicking even more. How could he be so stupid?! He forgot one of the most crucial things!

And as USSR's panick continued to grow even bigger and stronger, he didn't notice the head poking from behind the door. America, being worried for USSR, as it was not the first time this stuff happened, with the results of a nasty outcome.

Suddenly, USSR felt a tap on his shoulder, and his head snapped back to look at who the fuck entered his office. He forgot to lock the door. America was standing above him, his face full of worry.

USSR wanted to speak but nothing came out. There were so many things he didn't want to admit, and one of them was how terrified he was at that moment.

America knelt down next to USSR and hugged him tightly, rubbing circles on his back in an attempt to calm down his friend. "Shh... shhh... It's ok, he's not here anymore, he can't hurt you anymore. I promise. Breathe, Soviet, breathe..." America wispered to USSR.

Breathing was a big challenge, a challenge even for the one not being unable to breathe. America pulled away slowly, looking USSR in his golden eye. "Just breathe with me, ok? Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale..." America continued breathing in and out slowly, his eyes sparking when he saw that the younger man was beginning to breathe just a little better.

It took some time, and in that time, America continued doing breathing exercises with USSR. At least 30 minutes later, USSR's breathing had become regular, and he had fallen asleep against the wall, being hugged by his bestest of friends, America.

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Side note : I do not ship USSR and America, they just have an extremely strong bond.