𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Short Stories

Dmitri / Russia

OLDER STORY, HEAVY TW FOR VIOLENCE! This is also really long, and probably the longest of them all? It's part of many stories. There's a belarus verison as well!

Names: Dmitri/Russia, Austeja/Moldova, Irina/Lativa, Grigory/USSR, Anastasia/Ukraine, Aeson/Kazakhstan, Volha/Belarus

You, you know that feeling. That nagging incessant feeling that something just feels... off. It could very well be nothing, and yet, something is clearly different.

It could be perhaps the way a person may seem to move. Maybe it is instead the expressions they make, expressions which simply don't fit in with.. with them.

Like a stranger in the same body.

Perhaps it is something else which is out of the ordinary. It could very well be that you know a person well enough to identify when there's an underlying issue even if unable to pinpoint the exact specifics.

Nevertheless, you retain somewhere inside of you an underlying feeling of... unease.

One which you can't just shoo with a quick flick of the wrist. From an incessant fly ever presently buzzing around you, a nuisance, to an issue nagging at you and filling your head with worry and suspicion with no cure but the answer.

We have all felt it from time to time, haven't we? The 'Somethings not quite right here' feeling.

A small something which you simply cannot put a finger on. A tormenting nagging feeling that something was off, that something is not as it should be.

And that feeling is what Dmitri Felt beyond all else in these moments recently. It was most definitely something however. What it was specifically he was unable to pinpoint, yet it simply oozed from the red Slavic man. A feeling is wrong, a feeling sending involuntary shivers up one's spine. Something felt... off. Something was wrong. With my father.

The way he moved, the expressions which were carved into his face. No, that wasn't his father. It was like an entirely different person. A distinct individual. But yet that was ridiculous, nothing more than a bizarre phenomenon. A showcasing of a side of him they hadn't seen to this extent prior.

Yes. It was unquestionably something with startlingly obvious rationale and cause he merely was too ignorant to be aware of in this exact moment.

It was with great difficulty he redirected his observations elsewhere, and yet they just returned back to the missing puzzle piece as he racked his mind for answers. Knowing it was there in front of him and he was just about there, yet also miles away. And what if he had woken up earlier during this day as though it were entirely the same as any other?

He could've just woken up earlier today like it was normal, possibly done some errands and chores and chatted with Irina or even Austeja. Be like a supervisor of the siblings, ensuring work is done swiftly and with no errors. Run some assignments for all of them, maybe have stayed in line for a loaf of bread he could bring back for all of them to have warm. The crispy outer layer freshly baked as they smiled in the perfect union of perfect equality.

Being available and present, listening to father if ever the communist had something they wished to confide in him. Venting out whatever issue of the day seemed to be troubling him, and Dmitri Listening and offering support.

Offering any advice he could feasibly conjure up regardless of its actual practicality, being as not everything can have a clear cut solution. At the very least however he was always willing to listen which can sometimes be exactly what a person needs. To be heard and listened to.