♡The Black Swan♡ (A RusGer Fanfic)

Chapter 43

⚠Warning!⚠ Chapter contains angst and a kinda sad part.

( Germany's POV)

     Germany walked with Russia back towards his house. The eerie feeling had subsided a little bit, but it still remained. He thought it should have been gone, since the only ones that had been following them were Ukraine and Canada. Something in his gut was telling him to get out of this place as soon as possible.

     They made their way slowly past the rest if the neighborhoods. They walked by the neighborhood where Italy and Belgium lived. Germany figured Belgium was hanging out with Israel, but he wasn't sure where Italy was or what he was up to. He was suddenly curious about his personal life, but remained quiet and continued walking. Just as they were about to reach the end, Germany heard a faint scream in the distance.

" Russia, did you hear that?" Germany said, suddenly alarmed. He hoped he was mistaken, but... it sounded a bit like Italy's voice.

" I think so. Let's get out of here."

      Germany nodded. He ran with Russia across the street and away from the block. He silently hoped that the scream was not Italy's, and that he was safe at home, doing whatever he usually did.

      Once they were safely on the sidewalk leading to Russia's house, Germany relaxed a little bit. At least they were closer to Russia's place. He looked around, seeing the field that he and Russia had once played in. It brought back fond memories, and he hoped to go back there sometime.

      Suddenly, Russia's phone began to ring like crazy. The ringtone played hardbass, one of Russia's favorite things to listen to.

" Hello?" Russia said to whoever had called. Through the phone, Germany could hear the voice of Russia's brother, Bulgaria.

" You need to come home now," he answered. He sounded scared, almost as if he had been crying.

" Why, what's wrong?"

" I don't have time to explain. It's an emergency."

      Bulgaria suddenly hung up. Russia shoved his phone back in  his pocket and looked at Germany, his eyes filled with fear.

" Let's go," he said to Germany. Germany nodded and ran with Russia towards the house.

What happened while we were gone? Germany thought.

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     When Germany Russia arrived at the house, Russia reached to knock on the door. The moment his hand came in contact wih it, it creaked open.

That was never a good sign.

     Germany followed Russia inside. Several things were off. There were broken dishes on the floor. Furniture had been upturned. The entire house was dead silent.

Well, almost.

      From the kitchen, Germany could hear sobs. Russia heard them too, as he quickly walked straight in the direction of the crying. Germany followed, only to stop dead in his tracks.

The sight that layed before him was horrific.

" I-I'm sorry," Bulgaria cried quietly. He was on his knees, sitting on the kitchen floor. His face was cut in several places, and there was a large bruise under his eye.

" I-I tried my best to protect her.."

     Germany stood beside an unmoving Russia, trying to see what he meant. As soon as he looked down, he knew.