Ukraine POV (It's gonna be like that for the entire story, so deal)
After getting off the bus, I sighed and started walking home. It had been a normal day, which for me meant that there wasn't too much bullying. After reaching the front door, I reached into my pocket and fumbled with my key ring. After choosing the right one, I pushed it in and opened the door.
"Hey Dad, I'm home!" I shouted. No response. "Dad, I'm home!" He probably went out, I thought. Yet I couldn't shake that small nagging feeling of worry. Telling myself to shake it off, I went up the stairs and into my bedroom, throwing my backpack on the floor. I figured I would draw for a little bit before I started my homework, since I didn't have that much. Taking out my pencils, I walked over to my desk and stopped cold. There was a sticky note right on top of my stack of paper. My heart beating quicker, I reached over and carefully peeled it off. That worry in my chest turned to horror as I read it:
Dear Ukraine,
If you are reading this, it means that it was my time. I am now somewhere else, and you don't have to worry about me. Make sure to take care of your siblings for me. I love you, my little flower.
Love, Dad
I stared at it for what felt like a long time, tears welling up in my eyes. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and dropped onto my knees, sobbing.
~Crap I made myself cry~
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Flowers and Darkness
FanfictionAfter USSR dies, Ukraine has to look after his other children because Russia is away at college. She meets Canada at high school, and the relationship quickly blossoms (see what I did there? Get it? Because Ukraine likes flowers? You know what, neve...
