Escape History

Chapter 12

*Pipp's POV*

It's been a while since I saw anyone foreign. I've been living freely these days. No Spain, no America, no Japan, just me, my brothers and my beautiful, kind people. They said that I should be happy but I felt empty that I don't get to help anyone. But one day a foreign man went to my homeland and started to cry for help.

“P-please, help me! M-my father keeps abusing me and my siblings... No one would take me in. You're my only chance... Please take me in, it'll only take a few days...” I felt pity as the man went on his knees and begged to me and my brothers. I pulled him up, dried his tears and smiled. My brothers did the same and I made a signal to my people to get food and etch.

“It's okay, you're here now... You're safe with me, with us.” his face started to light up and I saw the most charming smile a man could ever have.

“I'm Philippines, but you can call me Pipp like everyone else does. These are my brothers, kuya Del and kuya Martial. We'll protect you from your father.” my people gave us a chair and I let him sit down. I gave him milo and pandesal which it looked like he enjoyed.

“Thank you Pipp, I'm Russia by the way... Thank you very much. I forever will be thankful to you and treat you kindly... Thank you all.” I giggled lightly and started to heal his bruises.
He hissed in pain making me laugh a bit cause he sounds so cute.

“It looks like you're having trouble eh, Russia?” I started a conversation and he responded quick.

“Yeah, my father is the one they call ‘Soviet Union’ and he's an alcoholic and it's been hard for me and my sibling to get out of his grasp, but in the end no one wanted to take me in, take care of me, or even give me shelter. That's why you're a lifesaver Pipp. You and everyone here.”

“Well, You breath and have life too, don't you? That's why I need to help you. My mom taught me to help those in need. It's kind of a thing here. My people grew to be hospitable, kind, and caring because of my mom's teaching but they also grew strongly, hard working and fierce with the help of my father.” he ‘awwed’ at my statement and silence decided to take over us once again.

“Since you're gonna live here for awhile, how about our little sister gives you a tour around the block?” Kuya Del suggested we looked at Russia and he didn't decline.

“You guys are the best country there is.” he replied. We started to laugh.

I stood up and pulled Russia with me.

“We'll do the tour now!” my brothers waved at me goodbye. I took Russia to a place they call ‘Boracay’.

“Wow, so beautiful. You don't get to see things like this in my place. It's all snow in their.” he chuckled and dipped his feet into the water.

“What's a snow?” I asked, feeling confused. He looked into my eyes and smiled.

“It's something cold but soft. I'll take you there— I mean, I would b-but my dad... Y'know?” he started to laugh. But I knew that it was fake and he was not happy. But he was miserable. I went to him and held his hand.

“It's okay to cry sometimes, you know? You don't have to keep on acting strong when you're clearly not so happy.” I patted his back while tears started to fall from his eyes.

“I-I just can't understand Pipp... I just can't..” he cried. I let him be.

“What don't you understand?”

“He was so sweet before. He was really sweet and cared for his children as much as he cared for his people. But one day he just started to beat me and my siblings. He punched, kicked and knocked us over. But he showered us with hugs, kisses and love before. It's just really sad.”

“Wow, I've never experienced that life before. My father is loving, caring and a hero. He fought for our independence until his death.”

“I-I'm sorry for bringing it up.” he sniffed

“No, It's okay. It's fun to remember.” we talked and talked about our fathers. I learned that his father was a leader and is a great warrior. My father was like that too. But the difference was, my father is more caring than his. We learned more about each other and finally, decided to go home. I welcomed him in my house and let him sleep in my room while I slept in my brothers’ room. I waited for him to close his eyes and dream but when he did and I was about to leave, he whispered something.

“Ukraine.... Big brother's sorry...”