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Russia

Drip...drip....drip.....zzttt...drip..drip..drip...zzzTTT..dripdripdrip...

Russia was sitting in the bathroom and held a sharp blade in his right hand while he pushed the metal piece on his arm.
As he rushes it a small wound opens and he puts the blade in the wound.
He had to gasp, push and...finally.
He stared at the cut.
He could see the fat and he nearly went all the way through it.
As the blood went down his arm and droped on the floor he couldnt feel the pain anymore.

Come-on you little pussy.
That's all you can do?
A pathetic little cut for a pathetic little guy.
You're nothing.
They hate you.
Accept. It.

Russia cries out and bangs his head against tge wall.
He hated the voice that pushed him down all the time.
He tried to be a perfect son and brother, but even his siblings laugh at him.

A slight knock got on the door and a deep voice came up "Ruski? Are you inside there?" a deep russian accent, so it was USSR.
His dad.

"Да, папа, это я. Мне нужно еще немного времени ... не против, хорошо? Я буду там на обед ..... папа ... я люблю тебя .."

As his dad left the door he started to clean up the floor, bandaging his arm and making hisself look a bit more happy.

They don't care anyways.
But this fake smile looks even more fake then you are.
Remember.
Less food, more sports.
You don't wanna keep being a fatass.
Right?

Russia slowly nodded and unlocks the door.
His feet dragged him to the kitchen where he sat down and looked at the food.
His brain was concentrated on the calories and took a bit of borscht.
It was his favorite food, but he couldn't enjoy any bite or swallow.

F.A.T. just like you.

His hands started to shake badly before he drank some water.
He got up and let some vitamine pill go down his sore throat.
As he finally calmed down a bit he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Russia turns around and looks into Belarus eyes.
Belarus smirks and punches his brother right into his face so he would fall down and hit the back of his head "You're fucking disgusting. Leave this house. Nobody. NOBODY wants you!"

And now, Russia is already living on the streets for 2 years.
He knows that his dad wants to find him, but he also knew that it's not great fun with Belarus.

But one night as he was sitting on the streets and playing with his blade he felt a warm hug.
"Dad?.."
He asked and looked up into USSR's face.

USSR smiled and whiled his tears.
He was about to bring his son home but Russia tried to get off.
After some time of arguring Russia finally tells what Belarus is like and what he did to him.

USSR gets a bit angry but smiles. Picking up Russia as he moved to theire house...