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👀Dad!ussr x daughter!reader👀

Requested by: skylarkae57

Art is mine

Warning: small violence and some language 

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Your POV

It was a normal day of school.  Well for me at least. I always got picked on and bullied by this one boy in my class. I don't  think the class notices because they never look if he kicks me in the leg, or if he pulls my hair from behind me. I guess he is really good at hiding the fact he has been doing this for five years now. Ever since sixth grade. He has gotten worse and worse all throughout the years. At first it was little stuff like taking my papers or stepping on my shoe. Eventually it got as bad as him cutting a small piece of my hair off and kicking or punching me after school. I also walk home which makes me an easy target. I never told the teacher though because he said if I did he would hurt my friends. I knew he was telling the truth so I stayed silent. 

Time skip to the end of school-

I stood up as the bell rand and walked out of my last class for the day. I got to the gate that leads of if school campus when I heard him. "Hey slut!"  Max yelled.( sorry if that's a name of a person you care about) oh god... "hi max" I said feebly. "What's that?" He said and pulled the photo of my dad I had in my backpack. Shit the corner of it was sticking out of my backpack. "What the fuck? Is that your dad? Why is his skin red? I knew you were a freak." He said and inspected the photo closer, " is that the communist sign? Your a freak! Go back to russia where you belong!" He said. He was always racist toward anyone who wasn't American or who didn't have white skin. "Okay you have had your fun please give me back my photo" I said holding my hand out. "Hah! You're so stupid! You think I would let this garbage infect America! We beat the USSR along time ago, we don't need it coming back." He said and ripped the photo into many tiny pieces. "No!" I yelled and tears started streaming down my face. I ran forward to pick up the pieces but max punched me in the face, making blood fall out of my nose. I fell backward and held my nose in my hands. Max then kicked me in the side and I fell on the ground. " stop! Please! Your hurting me!" This is by far the worst he had done. He continued to kick me in the back and then kicked me in the stomach twice. I threw up, it was a mixture of stomach acid and blood. Lots of blood. I cried and he finally stopped. I passed out on the floor. 

When I woke up it was night time. I slowly sat up. Everything hurt. I threw up again. This time there was little to no blood. I slowly stood up, it hurt but I grabbed the torn photo and my backpack and limped home. It was so painful to move and my head hurt. I opened the door to my house. "Y/n! Where have you been! What happened!?!" My dad, USSR, ran over to me but before he could reich (pun intended) me I fell forward and passed out again.

This time when I woke I was in the hospital. I looked around the room at all the equipment on the walls. I saw USSR sitting in a chair next to the bed sleeping but I could see his cheeks where glistening with tears. His eyes even though they were closed were red and puffy. "Dad? Dad?" I said raising my voice the second time. His eyes fluttered open and his head lifted up to look at me. "о, слава богу, ты не спишь!"(oh thank god you're awake!). He ran over and hugged me. I winced as he did this. I didn't hurt as bad as I did before I passed out, but I still had small pain when I got touched or if I moved. "теперь я в порядке, папа. как долго я отсутствовал?"(I'm okay now dad. How long have I been out?). He looked at me with tears in his eyes " at least a day.  What happened to you?". He looked right into my eyes. I put a hand on his back and thought. If I told him a lie he would see right through it, but if I told the truth max would hurt my friends. I started crying and USSR hugged me tighter. This time I didn't care about the small pain it gave me and I wrapped my arms around him and cried. I slowly started to calm down and I explained what had happened with max. When I was done he just looked at me. He had one hand on mine and the other was clenched into a fist. I could tell he was gonna beat someone. "How long has this been happening?" He kept his anger down but I could hear his voice quivering with anger. "Five years. He said he would beat my friends up or kill them if I told anyone.". USSR looked into my eyes with concern and anger, not angry at me but at the boy who had been abusing me for years.

Time skip- 

No ones pov 

You had been in the hospital for less than a week and your dad had been with you most of the time. He still had to work, but when he wasn't working he was with you. It was Monday when you were told to go back to school. 

Your pov

You had finished the day of school and your dad was waiting for you outside to walk home with you. You walked outside looking for him when max put a hand on your shoulder and turned you around. "Looks like I didn't beat you hard enough!" He said and punched you again in the stomach. You looked I'm at him and he was about to throw another punch so you closed your eyes and braced for his fist but in never came. You opened your eyes. Your very tall dad was standing in front of you his back to you and he had Max's fist in his hand. Ussr let go and uppercut max right in the jaw. Max  fell back in pain and I could tell USSR was about to kill him. "Dad!? Don't do it!" He pulled out his gun that he always carries around in his belt holster. He pointed it at max. "Don't EVER touch my daughter again." He said with a thick growl in his throat. He pulled the trigger. A loud boom shoot off and it hurt my ears. I looked at max from behind my dad and I saw he was fine. USSR has shot right next to his head.  He turned and put an arm around me as we walked home. When we got home we sat on the couch and started watching my favorite movie while we ate a bunch of junk food.

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