Crossing [Countryhumans fanfiction (Finland x Russia / Finland x Estonia)]

Part 5

Finland looked at USSR, feeling anger inside him but a bit of confusion too. Even though he had a hunch about who USSR meant, he wasn't completely sure about it. "What the hell are you talking about now??" He asked, sounding annoyed. "Don't act dumb. I know you have started spending time with my son. I'm not willing to allow him to get influenced by people like you. Do you understand?" USSR said with a deep voice looking straight at Finland. "If you mean Russia, I have nothing to do with it. He is the one who doesn't leave me alone, you kno–" Finland didn't make it to finish his sentence as he felt how something hit his eye and he fell down on the tarmac. USSR was standing above him and his hand was still up after he had punched Finland. "Don't. Lie. To me," USSR said very slowly. There was a short pause as Finland watched USSR holding his eye and feeling how anger started filling him. "Haven't you asshole understood earlier not to attack me!?" Finland shouted. He felt how anger inside him kept just growing. He stood up really quickly and before USSR even noticed he hit him back. "You bastard..." USSR said holding his cheek. He grabbed Finland's collar and pushed him hardly against the brick wall. "You'll regret that," USSR said and raised his hand ready to bunch Finland as hard as possible.

"Dad?" A voice interrupted USSR. Finland who was just about to get hit watched towards the street where the voice had come from. He knew the voice. But he wasn't pleased. He didn't want Russia to see him in a situation like this. In a situation where he was losing. USSR was quiet and watched to the same direction as Finland, where Russia was standing and watched the scene in front of him. Russia's eyes moved to Finland and he could see how understanding filled Russia's mind. "Dad, what are you doing...?" He asked. Finland felt a bit confusion right after Russia had said that. He heard something in Russia's voice. Something that he didn't hear when Russia was talking to anyone else. But now as he was talking to his father, it was different. Fear?

USSR eased his grip of Finland and stepped away. "This is none of your business, Russia. Go home," He said with a voice that was just like a voice that an angry father would use talking to his son. USSR started walking away and didn't even glance Finland anymore. When he passed Russia who was still standing where he originally was, he said, "Home, I said, Russia. I'm tired of your disobedience." There was a while, shorter that a single second, when Russia and and his father looked at each other until USSR continued walking.

It took a while until the steps of USSR couldn't be heard anymore. Finland was still leaning on the wall and Russia looked at him. "You okay there?" He asked but unlike Finland had expected, he didn't sound gleeful. "I am," Finland said shortly and straightened his back. He walked out of the alley and halted by Russia, "I think your father has some issues with anger management."

"Oh, you think?" Russia answered. Finland glanced him and didn't see smile on his face. Not even a little grin. Finland didn't know much about the relationship between Russia and his dad but he had some assumptions. "You okay?" He asked. He didn't know why he asked it and actually he wasn't even supposed to say anything. The question just escaped through his lips. "Me? Hey, which one of us has a black eye right now?" Russia said with a tiny but joyless laugh and looked at Finland. He was a bit confused about this. Finland wasn't a person who to wait empathy from. Finland gave a little laugh, "Right." He turned to start walking, "Yeah, maybe now since your dad isn't stalking me anymore, I can go home," Finland said. Russia started walking too, "I'll walk with you. I'm going to the same direction anyway." Finland smirked as an answer and they started walking in silence of the dark street while clouds in the sky moved away and the moon lighted their way.