War Child.

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Tw: One teeiny, tiny mention of SA. (Only like one paragraph- 19 words to be specific.)

3rd person pov:

Apparently when everyone wasn't trying to kill eachother and there was an actual adult (now 2) figures back in the house, things seemed to fall deathly silent. Even if a pin dropped, the noise would probably be consumed by the deathly silence that hung over the Soviet household.

Once again, the five eldest stood before their father, each one nervously shifting their weight, their eyes darting around the room to avoid his penetrating gaze. The tension was palpable, a thick, invisible fog that wrapped around each of them, constricting their throats and making it hard to breathe. It was as if time itself had slowed down, dragging each second into an agonizing eternity.

Not for Uzbek or Kaz though. They were too busy shooting glares at eachother and thinking up of arguments to prove their innocence to notice the tension in the room.

"Explain yourselves," The Ussr's voice cut through the silence like a knife, or better for this situation, like a key to the get of badmouthing that the two ringleaders had for eachother.

Almost immediately, a fight started between the two, though it was one that didn't last long as Soviet was already passed about his broken chandelier, and didn't want to bring one of his children to the ER for such foolish reasons.

"Silence!" Hus sharp command echoed in the room, causing both Uzbek and Kaz to flinch and step back into line. The Ussr had rubbed his eyes, trying to settle the oncoming headache before he exploded.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting for their father to continue, Soviet spoke again, his voice lower but no less authoritative. "You are all aware of the consequences of your actions. This household has rules, rules that must be followed without exception. The chaos and disobedience will not be tolerated."

Kaz, the most defiant of the group, couldn't hold back any longer. "But Father, we were just—"

"Enough!" Soviet's roar reverberated through the room, causing even Natalia to wince. "This is not up for debate. I dont care what you were trying to do, who caused what or anything like that."

The room fell silent again as the children exchanged nervous glances, each one wondering who would dare speak up next.. or maybe just keep their mouths shut and not cause anymore stress.

Uzbek, his face flushed with a mix of frustration and fear, took a tentative step forward.

"Father,"

He began, his voice trembling slightly,

"it wasn't meant to get out of hand. Kaz kept on putting dangerous chemicals near the children and i got so distracted trying to move them i-"

Kaz interrupted, unable to contain himself.

"That's not true! Uzbek was literally letting them play with dangerous things cause he's too lazy to safely control them, then it got out of hand and-"

Uzbek shot back before he could spill anything else.

"You should've-"

"Прочтите чертову комнату, пожалуйста." (Read the fucking room, please.)

An elbow to the hip and Uki hissing at him seemed to shut Uzbek up, only then realising how thin the lime between sleeping outside in the cold and having an opportunity to explain themselves was.