~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:38◀

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3rd person pov:

Russia moved through the house with a sense of unease. The new arrivals—China, North Korea, and Vietnam—had settled in, and while his father was often away dealing with issues involving the USA, the tension in the house remained. Russia's bruises from his father's last beating had yet to heal completely, and he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered.

He found himself watching the newcomers from a distance. China, with his dragon-like abilities, was particularly fascinating. Russia saw him practicing outside, shifting between his human form and various dragon parts. North Korea and Vietnam trained alongside him, their abilities seamlessly blending into the exercises.

One afternoon, Russia was sitting under a tree, watching China practice his transformations. He admired the precision and power in China's movements, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He had no abilities of his own, and his wings were a constant reminder of his own perceived inadequacy.

As Russia observed them, China noticed him and approached. "You're always watching us from a distance," China said, his tone more curious than accusatory. "Why don't you join us?"

Russia shook his head, forcing a smile. "I'm not much of a fighter. I'm better at other things."

China studied him for a moment, his gaze intense. "Everyone has their strengths. Maybe you could help in other ways."

Russia nodded, feeling a flicker of warmth at China's words. "Maybe."

China's pov: ( A new one XD)

I watched Russia from a distance, his presence a constant enigma. There was something about him that drew my attention, something hidden beneath the surface. He always seemed to be watching us, but never quite joining in.

One afternoon, as I practiced my transformations, I decided to approach him. There was a gentleness in his demeanor that I found intriguing, a contrast to the harshness of our training and the stern demeanor of Soviet.

"You're always watching us from a distance," I said, curious to understand him better. "Why don't you join us?"

He shook his head, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm not much of a fighter. I'm better at other things."

I studied him, trying to see beyond the facade. "Everyone has their strengths. Maybe you could help in other ways."

He nodded, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of warmth in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by the same distant look I had seen so often. It was clear that he was hiding something, but I knew better than to press him further.

North Korea's pov:

I had noticed Russia's odd behavior as well. He was always quiet, always watching but never participating. There was something off about him, something that didn't sit right with me. One evening, I decided to follow him discreetly, curious about what he was hiding.

As I used one of my illusions to blend into the shadows, I followed Russia to a secluded part of the house. What I saw made my blood run cold. Soviet was there, his face twisted in anger. He was yelling at Russia, who stood trembling before him.

"You are a disgrace," Soviet spat, his voice filled with venom. "You can't do anything right. You're weak and useless."

Russia's eyes were downcast, his body shaking. "I'm sorry, Father. I'll do better."

Soviet sneered and raised his hand. In a flash, he struck Russia across the face, sending him sprawling to the ground. "Pathetic," he muttered.

I watched, my heart pounding with rage and helplessness, as Soviet continued to berate and beat Russia. The words he used were cruel, meant to cut deep, and I could see the pain in Russia's eyes. It was clear that this wasn't the first time this had happened.

As Soviet finally left, leaving Russia crumpled on the floor, I felt a surge of anger and a determination to do something. But I knew that confronting Soviet directly would be dangerous, not just for me but for Russia as well.
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Over the next few days, I kept my distance, observing Russia and Soviet carefully. I used my illusions to remain unnoticed, listening in on their conversations and witnessing the abuse firsthand. Each time, my resolve to help Russia grew stronger, but I knew I had to be careful.

I didn't tell anyone about what I had seen. China and Vietnam were too focused on their training and their own concerns to notice the extent of Russia's suffering. And I couldn't risk Soviet finding out that I knew.

One night, as I lay in bed, I thought about what I could do. Confronting Soviet directly was out of the question. But maybe there was another way to help Russia, something more subtle. I decided to keep an eye on him, to be there when he needed someone, even if he didn't realize it.

Russia's pov:

The days passed in a blur of pain and fear. Every time Soviet looked at me, I braced myself for the next wave of abuse. The bruises on my body were a constant reminder of my father's anger and my own helplessness.

I tried to keep my distance from the others, afraid that they would see the bruises and ask questions. China, North Korea, and Vietnam seemed friendly enough, but I couldn't risk them finding out. If they did, Soviet would surely find a way to punish me even more.

One evening, after another brutal beating, I sat alone in my room, trying to hold back my tears. The pain was almost unbearable, but the fear of what Soviet might do if he found out I had told anyone was even worse.

I heard a soft knock on the door and quickly wiped my eyes. "Come in," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.

North Korea entered, his expression unreadable. "Hey," he said softly. "I just wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just tired."

He nodded, but I could see the concern in his eyes. "If you ever need to talk... I'm here."

I nodded, feeling a flicker of warmth at his words. "Thanks."

As he left, I felt a sense of gratitude mixed with fear. I couldn't let him or anyone else get too close. The risk was too great. But knowing that someone cared, even a little, gave me a small glimmer of warmth.

North Korea's pov:

I watched Russia closely, keeping my distance but always ready to step in if needed. I saw the way he flinched whenever Soviet was near, the fear in his eyes whenever anyone mentioned his father. It broke my heart to see him like this, but I knew I had to be patient.

For now, I would watch and wait, gathering information and looking for any opportunity to intervene. And when the time was right, I would make my move. For Russia's sake, and for my own peace of mind.

Back to 3rd person pov:

The tension in the house remained high, but a sense of determination had taken root in North Korea's heart. He couldn't change the past, but he could fight for a better future for Russia. And he would do whatever it took to make that happen.

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End of chapter...

Yup, another one knew about what's happening-