We Are A Family (A USSR FAM FIC)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 

Belarus’s POV (1st Person)

  “Oh! What about this one?” I said, pulling out the old aviator helmet. 

  “That's the last one I wore before the war ended.” Aunt Czechosloviakia replied. 

  “The one dad was in? Was dad on your side? Dad doesn't talk about it. Will you tell me everything?” I asked, leaning in excitedly. 

  “Um…” Her facial expression changed. 

  Her phone rang loudly in her pocket. 

  “One moment sweetie.” She replied with a small smile, before pulling her phone out and taking a few steps out of the room.

  I played with the helmet in my hands for a few moments before putting in back in the box. 

  I was very happy to be at my aunt's house, she was always very nice to me and would tell me stories about mom if I was good. She never told me any about dad though. I didn't understand why.

  Dad wasn't a bad person. He just got angry sometimes.

  I walked into the kitchen to grab another cookie from the batch me and Aunt Czechoslovakia had made earlier and my hand froze over to the cookie plate when I heard what she was saying. 

  “Russia is what….? Are Ukraine and Kazakhstan there?” Czechoslovikia said worriedly into the phone, pacing the floor. 

  My big brothers…? Why was she talking about them? Why was she so upset? 

  “Their Dad…? Is he…? Oh… I-I see…” She sighed into the phone, running her fingers through her long white hair. 

  I slowly walked towards her, I had to know what was going on. I had to make sure my family was okay. 

  “Yes… yes.. I understand sir. Of course. Yes. I have their sister here with me. We’re on our way.” Czechosloviakia said, quickly closing the phone and taking a deep breath. 

  “Whats going on?”  I asked, cocking my head. “Is my family okay?”

  “We’re… going to take a little road trip okay? Your siblings well.. I'll explain when we get there okay?” She said sweetly, but I think she seemed very worried. 

  I was quickly herded out to the car and my aunt started driving very quickly. Well, quicker than usual.

  Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Dad did that when he was mad.

  Was she going to hit me?

  I fighted with the hem of my skirt for a few minutes as we drove in silence.

  "Aunt Czechoslovakia?” I asked, cautiously. “Whats going on?” 

  She took a deep breath and glanced over at me. 

  “There was a small accident that happened at your house. I don't have all the details but your family has been taken to the hospital. I'm driving you over and well check things out okay?” 

  I felt my heart starting to beat faster in my chest. I knew Ukraine didn't like hospitals because he got sick and mom died in one. They were like bad luck. I just didn't want to lose them. 

  I squeezed the hem of my skirt tighter in my fist. The car ride seemed to go on forever. 

  Aunt Czechoslovakia and I got out of the car and I slipped her hand into mine. I wish it was Russia's hand. He always knew how to make me feel better. 

  We stepped through the hospital doors and my aunt talked to the lady at the front desk for what felt like hours. My eyes wandered around the room and my ears drowned out whatever they were talking about. 

  We were rushed down hallways, doctors were saying big words to us and my aunts face grew paler and paler and I grew more and more frustrated with not understanding what was going on. 

  The doctors lead us down the final hall where I saw my brother laying out on a stretcher bed. 

  There was blood running down his face and hands, I could see the burn marks on his skin. 

  I let go and ran towards him. 

  “Ruski!” I yelled. “Ruski!” 

  I ducked past the staff and reached out to take Russia's hand.

  One of the doctors and nurses grabbed me just before I could take it. 

  “Russia!” I screamed, trying to kick my way out. “Let go!” 

  I was whisked out of the room but I couldn't stop screaming his name. I wanted my big brother. I was scared. I wanted Russia. I wanted Russia. 

  “Put me down! Russia! Help! Let me go!” I howled, kicking and flailing harder and harder. 

  “You two need to keep and eye on her.” The doctor said as I was pushed into a room and shutting the door.

  “Let me out!” I sobbed, pounding on the door. 

  “Bela stop screaming.” 

  I whirled around to see Kazi and Ukie sitting next to each other on hard plastic chairs. 

  “Kazi! Ukie!” I cried, throwing myself into their arms. “Whats going on?”

  “The house burned down and Russia and Dad were inside.” Kazi replied, I pulled back, I could see his eyes filled up with tears, but he pushed them away. 

  I looked over at Ukie for confirmation but he looked out into empty space, he wasn't in the mood to talk. 

  I looked at the floor, trying to process. 

  “U-ukie? Can you hold me?” I asked quietly.

  He looked over at me. 

  I couldn't read his face. 

  “Fine.” He finally replied after a few minutes of silence. 

  I curled up into his lap, trying to be careful of the burn marks that scarred his arms and legs. 

  I sniffed a few times, trying to calm my tears. 

  Russia would want me to be strong.

  “Uke?” 

  “Yeah?”

  “Is Russia going to die?”

A/n: Shorter chapter, I know. But stick with me. These next few chapters are going to be quite the ride.

Also writing from Belas innocent perspective was so hard ahhhh.