Why you? (A Rusame story) (on hold)

haunted by memories⚠️⚠️

Heyy, so this will have rape in it. If you do like it than skip it when I announce it, I will also say when it's over so you can continue reading from there if you skipped. Enjoy the chapter

America's POV
I was 14 when I saw my mom being attacked by some drunk guy. I didnt know him than, but I do now. 

I was with Nada and we were on the way home from the park. We were stopped by some drunk country. He had just a red flag, but he had an eye patch it had two golden tools stitched onto it.

He cornered us. He grabbed me and my brother, than threw us away from our mom. We cried out to our mom, but she couldn't do anything. Some tall kid grabbed us and took us somewhere, we didn't know if they were helping us or the other guy, so we followed like the idiots we are.

Once we go to some house, the tall kid looked at us in a judging way. He looked at Nada up and down then at me the same way, it was like he was judging who he'd kill first. He grabbed Nada's hand and told me, "stay, you move you'll be in big trouble."

I was scary of what trouble I would be in if I moved, so I stayed still as he took my brother into a room upstairs. I hear distant chatter but couldn't make it out.

I say the kid come back down, he grabbed my arm tightly and dragged me upstairs. I kept my mouth shut the entire way up, I was trying to keep my focus off the fact that he was hurting my arm.

We went into a room, it looked like his room. He closed and locked the door, I gulped afraid of what my fate would be. He started undoing his shirt, and commanded "go to the bed and strip." I didn't want to get hurt so I did as I was told.

⚠️Ok, skip if you're sensitive to this kinda stuff⚠️

"What's your name kid?" He asked, I was almost fully undressed. "N-New B-Britain," I responded. I got my independence from my dad at age 16, so I was called New Britain at the time.

"I'm Russia," he responded coldly.  He walked over to me and pushed me onto the bed than sat on me, I froze from the actions he made.

He grabbed my wrists and placed them above my head. I soon realize what he was doing, I struggled as much as I can and refused everything as much as I could.

He growled and said, "I can go easy on you or I can make this hell, you choice." I didn't listen, I was too much in a panic to listen.

I struggled and struggled until I felt nothing but pain, I felt something unknown in me. Russia covers my mouth with one hand as I scream in pain, tears stream down my face. He thrust at a rapid speed, I don't even get time to adjust.

Every movement hurts and he's just enjoying seeing me in agony. He thrusts into me for what felt like hours or days. His grip tightens as he reaches his climax, when he's done he lets go and lays down. I lay on my side and curl up, I cry silently to myself.

💫Ok, it's over. If you skipped it this is where it ends.💫

He gets up and goes to shower, I just lay there crying. I kept mumbling prayers for this all to be a bad dream and for my mom. I heard the shower going, so I decided to get up. I felt arms grab me, I tried to escape but they dragged me into the bathroom.

Russia forced me to shower with him, I tried to protest but I was too weak. After we showered, I dried off and got my clothes back on. We heard a loud banging on the downstairs front door, I hoped it was my dad or mom. I went to go answer it, but Russia pushed me down and went answer it.

I went to the stairs and looked from around the corner like a scared kid. Russia answered the door, it was my dad. He was very pissed off. He's only been this pissed off once before, and that was when I told him that I wanted independent after hearing about independence from Germany.

My dad yelled at Russia saying, "where the hell is my kids? Give them to me or I will kill you." I run downstairs to him, Russia grabs me. My dad got pissed at this and beat Russia up, we got Canada and left. When we got home, mom was on the couch crying. When she saw us she ran over and gave us big hugs. We gave her a big hug, we didn't want to let go.

I swore to myself that I would never be friends or even acquaintances with Russia ever, he will always be my enemy.

Flashback ends

I got dressed and sat on the bed while remembering that flashback. I'm crying, "I can't believe that promise I made. Russia is so nice now, how could he do anything like that to me?" I say to myself

The door opens, I don't bother looking up. I feel warm arms wrap around me. I recognize this embrace, Russia.