Drowning In His Sorrows |Ruscan Fanfic

[Chapter One]

Canada always notices small things.
Like how France twirls his hair when he's stressed, how Germany gets protective over Italy when any fights start, how  Alfred only stuffs his face more when he's in front of England just to spite him.
He also notices changes.
How England favours his right leg since America tripped him up, how China started to love buns after he stopped being lactose intolerant and...

How Russia's condition got worse and worse...

Canada walked into the meeting hall, only to be greeted by the long, oval table where the meetings took place. It was empty. Ever since he was allowed to into the meeting hall he always came earlier than the rest of the countries, even England, but it wasn't like anyone noticed. They didn't even know he existed half the time! It was almost as if he was dead and the other countries couldn't bare to even think of him.
He walked over to his chair, Canada paused to look at the name that was printed on the backrest, Canada. He smiled sadly, It's not like they even read it anyway, he thought. As he sat down, countries filled the room, they were almost calm. France and England were arguing and Alfred wasn't helping.
He shouted in his utterly deafening voice,"Get a room you two!" Every time France 'flirted' with England, this made the angry Brit even more furious, it was only a few minutes into the meeting when both France and America received a smack on the cheek each from England.
Only after Germany called France, England and America all 'IDIOTS' and told them to 'STOP ACTING LIKE CHILDREN' they finally stopped and after everyone was seated, the meeting started.
Russia was sat on top of Canada. Why? America usually takes his seat, hides it somewhere then try not to laugh as Russia continues to sit in Canada's seat. Canada could only thank the gods that Russia seemed to always be on edge, barely sitting on the chair, clearly he didn't realise that Canada was already sitting there.

It was about halfway through the meeting when America started to taunt Russia, calling him a communist and snickering behind his back. Since America was never good at being quiet, nearly everyone heard, including Russia.
But America didn't stop at that, he turned to other countries and has whispered conversations about how "Russia is a total freak". But Russia heard, he heard everything. His trademark smile faltered and tears pricked up in his eyes, feeling this he swiftly turned away from the other countries to recover. Only a few of the countries saw this, not even America, and the ones who did didn't think much of it. It seemed that only Canada seemed to care, he swore that he saw Russia's smile falter and in his eyes... tears? He knew that Russia's mental health was declining, but crying at something that America did at every meeting? This was very concerning. Looking for something to confirm his suspicions, Canada saw a flash of... bandage? The white cotton peeked out of the sleeve of Russia's heavy coat. Was Russia injured?, Canada thought, gulping. Should he investigate further into the life of the damaged man sitting on his lap, or should he leave the towering man be? Shaking his head, Canada rid that thought from his mind, no, he thought to himself, no one deserves to be left behind.

Even if the the damage done might never be reversed.