Summary: Kazakhstan makes bad life decisions by choosing to attack USSR and faces the consequences.
TW: Child Abuse, Mentions of Child Neglect, Violence
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"It's that time of the week isn't it?" Tajikistan said, what did he mean by that? Well ever since the Turkic family of Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan were taken by Russian Empire they formed some type of council or whatever, not to mention the famous trio who rebelled against Russian Empire... or at least tried, since their attempt cleary wasn't successful based on the situation they are in right now. The situation they are in? Oh well it's time for the 2 weekly report for USSR, Russian Empire wasn't that much of an issue, he wasn't really bothering them that much but ever since Soviet killed him and took over the country things weren't as beautiful as before. USSR demanded a report every 2 weeks to be delivered to him, and to save time the Turkic family council decided to give one person all of their reports and make said person deliver them? Who was the one who was doing it every week for what felt like an eternity now? It was none other than Kazakhstan. He was taken in by Russian Empire at age of 5 and lived with him, he knew Soviet since he was basically a little kid, you could say they even grew up together, and that's exactly because Kazakhstan was chosen to deliver those every 2 weeks.
"Can't someone else do it?" Kazakhstan asked annoyed
"Nope, after all he likes you the most" Kyrgyzstan said
Kazakhstan sighed and looked away "...He really doesn't"
"Whatever just do it, you do it anyway" Uzbekistan said
"Exactly" Turkmenistan added
"Well but what if he attacks me?" Kazakhstan tried to come up with any excuse to not go again
"Take this dagger" Turkmenistan threw a dagger at a table next to Kazakhstan, which almost caused him a heart attack because he was convinced he was about to get stabbed "Just take his eye out"
"Fine..." Kazakhstan rolled his eyes and took the bag with all the reports and the dagger, he then walked out of the building and headed straight to the airport. He called up a taxi so it would be easier to get there since he didn't have a car.
While on his way there he thought again of how annoying this is, he has to go every 2 weeks to USSRs house, none of his family really knows what's happening there. They don't know USSR abuses his actual kids every chance he gets, they really only knew Russian Empire and barely even talked to Soviet, unlike Kazakhstan who started to know him very well after seeing a few incidents at that house. He remembered how sometimes when he was there he would see America playing with Russia, which was weird to him, USSR and USA hated each other, no they despised each other yet Soviet didn't seem to have a problem with his son playing with America, or maybe he did and he never said anything?... Well it didn't matter since USA stopped showing up anyway, ever since that Cold War started he never saw the guy again. Back to the kids, it would take a long time to list the amount of times Kazakhstan saw how USSR abused them, but he couldn't lie he started growing attached to them after seeing them go through so much. He couldn't help but stay a little longer to play with those kids, they even started calling him big bro Kazakh which he couldn't lie he loved, he remembered his own brothers and maybe those kids weren't his true siblings but he could feel the sibling bond between them. Sometimes he really just wanted to take and run with them but he knew he couldn't... If he did he would face consequences, he hated to admit it but as long as he's a territory belonging to Soviet he had no power, all he could do was watch. He remembered visiting the kids and seeing them bruised or having a bunch of scars all over them, thank God that they were countries at least so it wouldn't affect them as much, but they still could feel pain any normal human would feel. Sometimes he brought them snacks when he heard that USSR was going to starve them lying that he just forgot something when in fact he was bringing the kids some food, maybe they could survive without any food and couldn't die of starvation but despite that they could still feel the pain everyone would while being starved. Those poor kids had to face so much abuse, at least Russia had some normal parental figure at some point but thanks to the tensions between USSR and USA rising he lost even that. Now all he has was his fucked up abusive father who would rather do anything than teach him some basic life or even treat him good, the worst part was how these kids didn't even have a normal point of view, they thought the abuse they were facing was normal. Kazakhstan felt even more bad the more he thought about it, he got so worried over some kids that he didn't even notice they arrived at the airport.
"Sir, we're here." the taxi driver said and looked at Kazakhstan who was sitting in the back
"Oh- thank you for the ride!" Kazakhstan said and went out of the taxi, he would love to somehow pay the guy but thanks to communism he didn't have anything. He then headed to the airport and boarded a private plane that would head to Moscow where Soviet lived. During the entire flight Kazakhstan was still thinking about the kids, what if he did take them? His family would protect him right? But even if they did, could they go against Soviet? He doubted that something like this would work, USSRs stupidly strong, that's how he got through everything, raw strength. That was the worst thing about him, he didn't think, no, his one way to solve things was brute force, and he was really good at it.
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