Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

62 - *cReAtIvE tItLe* 🇷🇺

Guess what movie I watched and got inspired from
I'm editing this and I can't even remember lol

There was a legend. A legend of three families, all of which hated the others for a long line on ancestry. Some people say that two of them fell in love, but from opposing families, some say three fell in love, some say none fell and they signed a peace treaty.

But I can tell you the real story, as I was one of them.

Sunday, May 18, 1947, 12:47 pm
I was sitting in the living room neatly as my father talked about the plans for the following week. My siblings were all beside me, spread out onto the four large couches. Ukraine was on my left and Armenia was on my left.

"Russia, did you hear me?" My father, the Soviet Union, asked harshly. I looked up, pulled from my thoughts.

"No, I'm sorry father, do you mind repeating yourself?" I asked as kindly as I could.

Father glared at me. "Russia, up to your room. The rest of you, do what you will." I shuffled to my room, and waited on my bed for the dreadful time.

I looked up once more to see the golden eye of my father. He unbuckled his belt and walked towards me. I looked down as he approached, knowing what as going to happen.

I was pushed to the ground, facing the bed, and the leather belt struck my back repeatedly. I heard giggles from the doorway, but I paid no mind as I tried to keep my sobs in. Russian profanities were screamed at me as the leather belt kept hitting my back.

Finally, after hours, it was done. I laid in my bed, locked in my room. The window was barricaded, my door was locked, and probably with added locks, from the outside, and I was tired.

Weeks passed and I was beaten every day. Soon, though, father came in and told me to get dressed nicely and go downstairs. I did as he asked, waiting in the line with all fourteen of my siblings. Soviet walked down the line, peering at each of us.

After a few whips for not standing straight or not having your shirt tucked in, we left. I didn't know where we were going, but something told me to trust what father told me to do.

At the important-looking building, father told us to wait in a separate room. I sat on the bench near the window as I watched some of my siblings play, some talk, and some just sit in silence. Then, four other kids came in laughing.

The tallest had a fur hat and a red-and-black flannel with blue jeans, and winter boots. The second-tallest had sunglasses with a black tank-top, and baggy camouflage-print pants. The second-shortest had explorer-type clothes with a snake across their shoulders. The smallest was dressed similar to the second-shortest, and had some type of bird on their shoulder.

I looked back outside as I heard my siblings greet the new countries. Father told me not to talk to any of them, and I didn't want to get beaten again.

"Oh, that's Russia," I heard Ukraine say. "You don't want to talk to him. He's a loser."

"What did he do to get that title?" A soft voice asked.

"He's always getting into trouble and always is the one beaten by dad," Belarus supplied.

"Beaten?" A stronger voice yelped. "You get beaten?"

Kazakhstan sighed, "It's sad, seeing our own brother beaten for our own mishaps."

"Don't start pitying him now, Kaza!"

I looked over to them, "You know I can hear you." I gave them all a blank look, "You guys aren't good at keeping secrets." I stood up and walked to the door, out into the hallway.

I heard my father's strong voice and another, softer voice. I followed the sounds to a large room with three countries. One was father and two I didn't recognize.

They argued and fought, father saying how the other two could take me, but not the others as I was his least favourite.

"Father...?" I asked shakily. The countries quieted and looked at me.

"What did I say about staying in that room, Russia?" Father growled. He stood up slowly, and I squeaked. I started running down the hall, hearing him walk towards me. I couldn't hold back the tears as I ran down a long flight of stairs. I looked back occasionally, seeing him close behind me.

Then, I crashed into someone. I looked up and saw... Finland? I hid behind him and cried, holding my arms tightly. I heard Finland yelling at father as I was gently taken into someone's arms.

I looked up and saw one of the other countries with father. He had a big hat and a monocle, and a soft smile.

"Are you okay, little one?" He asked. I nodded shakily, leaning onto him. "My name is Britain, father of Canada, America, Australia, and New Zealand."

I nodded, tired from my lack of sleep and food. I remember falling unconscious then waking up in a nice room. I sat up and looked around, seeing someone asleep in a chair, snoring loudly. I giggled and got out of the bed, opening the door slowly and looking into the hallway.

"Hey, Russia," someone said from behind me.

I jumped and fell to my knees, covering my head on instinct, "I'm sorry! Don't hurt them! Hurt me instead!"

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