‼️TW: Thoughts of wanting to see a dead loved one‼️
Rhine woke up to the sound of children failing at being quiet. It was annoying, he was having a good time in the void. Who were these children anyway?
“He's Onkel Rhine?”
“I thought he'd look more like us.”
“Why is he wrapped in bandages?”
And then the feeling of a small finger poking him in the right arm.
Rhine sat up and pressed himself to the corner of the bed fast enough to make the children back away and look at him fearfully. He rested his right hand on his chest, breathing a bit heavily.
“Onkle Rhine?” One of the children asked. A girl with a horizontal tri-color going from black, to red, to yellow-orange with a symbol in the middle that Rhine could not discern at the moment. She had orange eyes, just like another boy with the same tricolor pattern except with an angular symbol.
“Your Дядя has been severely injured, so be gentle, маленькие,” USSR said to the four children looking at Rhine with wide, orange, blue, and gray eyes.
Rhine winced as the adrenaline rush subsided, easing himself back into a lying down position. He didn't know that he had nieces and nephews, much less that there had been anyone in his family alive or younger than him.
“Ow…” Rhine grumbled as he settled back onto his back, his torso, legs, and arms reminding him not to do that again in a rather painful way. Now I have to deal with children. Great.
“Onkel Rhine! Tell us a story!” The boy with gray eyes asked, getting up on his toes before going back onto his feet.
The other three agreed with the boy with gray eyes, all clamoring for a story.
Rhine groaned and asked, “Can't I just sleep?”
“No! Story!” The boy with gray eyes insisted.
“Fine…” Rhine sighed, trying to think of something that would be minimal effort and shut them up. “Once upon a time, there was a man who was healing. He wanted to sleep. So he did. The end.”
“That’s not a story!” The girl with orange eyes objected.
Rhine sighed, and was about to say no again when USSR cut him off.
“East, your Дядя needs rest. All of you introduce yourself to your Дядя Rhine.”
“My name's Hans!” The boy with gray- no, Hans said.
“I'm Joleanna,” Joleanna -the girl with blue eyes- said after Hans.
East was the girl with orange eyes while West was the boy with orange eyes. They introduced themselves as well.
Rhine forced a weak smile, not exactly happy that he had two nieces and two nephews. Now I have to deal with them once I get out of here… How will I even provide for them?
USSR stood up and said, “Time to leave your Дядя alone. He needs to rest so he can heal.”
All four seemed sad to leave him but nodded and said their goodbyes. Rhine simply waved with his right hand weakly, the smile fading as soon as they were out the door.
He let his right hand fall back to his side, letting out a sigh. He was still in pain, but it was more of a dull throb concentrated in his chest. When he inhaled, a sharp pain shot through his left side.
Gottverdammt… When will the pain end? I just want to see TR again…
Translations:
Onkel/Onkle = Uncle
Маленькие = Malen'kiye = Little ones
Дядя = Dyadya = Uncle
Gottverdammt = Goddamn
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The Road to Recovery
FanfictionTW: Mengele, mentions of suicide, Nazis, Communism, National Socialism, Indoctronation, violence, WW2, Mengele, mental instability, mental health, death, mourning, post-WW2 period, politics, arguments, PTSD, trauma responses I will add more if more...
