Shine without me (CH - RUSAME)

1 ~ Past

This is written in Russia's POV:

The winds roared overhead, his body shivering to the coldness.

"Father? Father! Where are you?"

He stumbled into the snow, and a few jagged rocks ripped deep into his clothes, wounding his skin. Scarlet liquid leaked from his body as he used all his might to stand up. He searched for what seemed to be of hours, barely alive, grasping the edges of death, and this is when he saw it: a stripped man holding a gun onto his father's head.

"No! NO! Get away from him! YOU MONSTER-"

Bang.

Gone. Just like that, his father was gone.

December 25 1991. The day he left, the day everyone turned their heads against me, the day my life went downhill, the day I met my lifelong enemy and his daughter. I hate everything.

Tears streamed down his face; he didn't know what to say, he clenched his teeth, scarlet blood still dripping from his body, the same scarlet liquid that was leaking out of his father's body. He didn't need to say anything to express his anger, he lept onto the stripped man, doing everything in his power to kill this man. Little did he succeed, he was bought onto his back, crying in pain, mentally and physically. Struggling was no use, he was too weak. He blacks out.

Waking up in the hospital, white blurred his vision, all he knew was that his father was no more, and that was all because of that stripped man. I guess some things will always be the same.

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Father. Father? Russia wakes up; his head is killing him.

"Not a morning guy, eh?" Belarus was standing at the door, holding a kitchen spoon.

Russia groans. He sits up and does a small stretch.

"Leave me alone, Belarus, go and do something more productive," Russia sighs. His head was still in pain, ugh, those memories are some that he wished to erase. 

"Russia, get down now. Do you seriously need a little sister to call you up every day?" Belarus said as she began to walk downstairs. "Try not to forget that we have a world meeting today; this one is an important one."

"Yes, mum," Russia says sarcastically.

Russia got up from his bed and threw on his coat and ushanka, which was the last memory of his dad since it was his ushanka. This thing never leaves his sight, never. Russia opened the curtains and looked outside; there was nothing much to see but the same old scenery, the old, worn out apartment on the other side and the old grandma that always waters her flowers every morning at 8am.
Russia and his siblings (those that were still willing to staying with him), Belarus, Kazakhstan and Ukraine had never lived in any luxury houses unlike the Americans, they had always lived off the bare minimum. (Mainly Russia himself) He had never been interested in clothing or branded items, he wore the exact same thing everyday, his coat and his ushanka.

"RUSSIA!" He heard a yell from downstairs. "WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!" He heard another yell.

He sighed and walked slowly downstairs, he was not ready to face another one of those heated arguments with that American.

...

After they finished eating.

Russia wiped his mouth and stood up, he grabbed the car keys and got into the driver's seat.

"Hurry up guys, I don't have all day," Russia groaned as Ukraine was still struggling to get her makeup on and Kazakhstan still trying to get that one piece of hair from not sticking up. Belarus, however had already headed into the car.

"At least you're here,"

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading :3 I'm quite busy these days but I'll try to upload regularly~

Oh and the cover? Yeah I'll make one soon, not in the mood currently, cyaaa :)