♡The Black Swan♡ (A RusGer Fanfic)

Chapter 9

(Russia's POV)

     Russia had been outside for about 10 minutes. He was starting to grow restless. Where was Germany? Maybe he bailed out and changed his mind about coming. Maybe Russia really did make him uncomfortable earlier. Russia looked up at the sky and hope that wasn't it. He hoped that Germany hadn't changed his mind about eating with him. Maybe Germany was spending time with his other friend. Were they together? Russia felt his heart ache. Was he really jealous? Russia cleared his throat. He decided that that was a selfish thing to think. So what if they were? All he wanted was for Germany to be happy. Russia closed his eyes for a moment and let the gentle breeze calm him down.

     He was startled by the sound of a door being roughly pushed open. Russia looked down from the roof to see Japan running out. He climbed down to confront her. She was out of breath when Russia got down. She couldn't even form full sentences.

"R-Russia....Germany...Tofu Blob...bathroom.."

"Japan, what is going on?" Russia said, now slightly worried. He had to wait a few seconds for Japan to catch he breath. When she did, she looked at him with an expression he rarely saw on her face: panic.

"Japan, tell me what's wrong!" Russia asked Japan again.

"It's Germany." She replied.

"What about Germany?"

"He's hurt-bad."

     Russia's heart skipped a beat. He felt that something was off, but he didn't want it to be this.

"Where is he?" Russia said frantically.

"In the restroom-Israel is in there with him."

      Russia wasted no time. He ran with Japan through the cafeteria and towards the bathrooms. A million thoughts ran through his head.

What happened to Germany? Is he okay? Who hurt him? Are we too late?

     Russia yelled Israel's name. He got no reply at first. Russia, panicking, yelled louder. When there was still no reply, he screamed the country's name as loud as he could. He didn't care if the whole school heard him. He needed to reach Israel and Germany. This time, he got a response:

"Russia! In here!" Israel said from in the men's restroom.

     Russia ran into the restroom, only to stop dead in his tracks. There was Israel kneeling on the floor of the bathroom.

And laying on the floor next to him was Germany.

     Israel moved aside as Russia came running up to Germany. He was laying in a pool of blood. There were bruises on his face and neck. One of his eyes had swelled up. He was curled up pitifully. Russia felt his stomach churn. He knew what blood and bruises looked like-he had beaten up more than one person in his life- but this was sickening. Russia felt like throwing up. He got on his knees and sat in front of Germany. Tears rolled down his cheeks. This was awful.

"He was unconscious when I found him..." Israel said worryingly.

"We have to get him help." Russia said, now desperate.

"I can't pick him up, I have noodles for arms."

     That was okay, because Russia had already scooped up the beaten up German and was holding him in his arms.

"We're taking him to the nurse. You can get the door."

     Israel nodded and ran or of the bathroom. Russia followed after him, calling to Japan as he went. Japan, who had been waiting outside, gasped when she saw the smaller country, but ran after Russia. As they were running, Russia heard German cough, and he looked down to see that blood was dripping from Germany's mouth. His stomach twisted again, but he kept running.