♡𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢♡ 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚡 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢

{1} Blaming

Russia went over to Germany's house to study with him. He didn't study for the exam that was going to happen tomorrow.

{Russia's POV}
I should have studied instead of rough-housing with my stupid brother, Ukraine! At least I will have a smart friend help me. I ran as fast as I can with the heavy books on my back. Man, it hurts! I finally reached Germany's door. I hesitated when it came to knocking on his door or just busting in like a idiot. I decided to knock. I gently knocked on his door two time. I waited for an answer, and I didn't get one. I knocked again two more times, again, no answer. I decided to open the door. It was unlocked.. How odd. Someone should really lock the doors. The door creaked loudly as I opened it. I stepped inside the house. There was beautiful paintings inside. I closed the door and continued down the long hallway. I was amazed at the beautiful masterpieces I saw. One caught my eye. It was a massive painting with Germany's whole family inside. It was framed by a golden frame with wavy lines on the edges. Whoever did this must have took their time on this. I saw a symbol on the edge, I couldn't really make it out but it looked like Germany's father's symbol. He must have done all this paintings since I saw that symbol every where. I looked around to find Germany. I sat down on the chair in a very large room. I scooted the chair into the table and placed my bag down beside the chair. I waited for Germany to walk in and study with me.

{Germany's POV}
I cried and cried in the corner of my room. My father's gun on my nightstand. I hugged my teddy bear that I named Empire. My German Shepherd was beside me. Her fur touched my skin. It rather felt warm. I stood up and wiped my tears with a tissue. I walked out my room to find Russia on a seat in my kitchen. I walked over with my books. I remembered that we both agreed we would study together. Something felt wrong.. Russia was the son of a Commie... The same Commie that killed my father... I tapped his shoulder. Russia jumped when I touched him, "Germany! You scared me!" He fixed his hat, "I'm sorry" I said with no emotion. It seems like he didn't care. I sat down and started studying with him. I went silent as he talked.

{Third-Person's POV}

"Germany?" Russia called. No answer came from the small German, "What's wrong?" He reached out his hand for Germany to grab. Instead, the German pushed him. Russia was bewildered. Germany never acted like this, "I hate you and your entire family!" Germany yelled. Tears rolled down the German's cheeks, "I hate you all! It's all your family's fault that my dad is not here!" He pushed Russia again, but the taller male held his place, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Germany started choking on his words. Russia stood there. He hated seeing him cry. All his words hurt, badly. The chair fell back with Russia on it when Germany gave it a strong kick, "Ouch! Why are you acting like this?!" The Russian hissed. He saw that Germany was in deep pain and suffering. Why did he yell at him even? "I'm acting like this because I blame your family because your father killed mine! Now I have to live alone here, with my dog!" Germany yelled back, "I'll get out, you annoying piece of sh[]t!" Russia packed up and walked out of the house. Germany went back in his room, leaving his study books behind. He rolled up his sleeves and took out a pocket knife. Germany cut himself, just like what his father did. Germany rolled down his sleeves and went to bed. He fell asleep quickly as soon as he got on the bed. His dog jumped up on the bed and slept near his foot.

[A/N: I just wanted to know, just seeing this chapter, what do you think will happen next?]

~Eu, the Coffee Addicted Man

[Word count: 712]