We Are A Family (A USSR FAM FIC)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

  A cool, calm, breeze of wind drifted through the trees below the hill. 
Kazi and Uke ran around, trying to get the brand new kite to fly into the clouds but with only some success.

  Bela sat next to me and my mother, happily munching away on some snacks my mother had brought for our little picnic. 

  As for me, I leaned against my mother's side, her arm wrapped around me and my head on her shoulder.

  I stretched out both of my feet and wiggled my toes in the soft grass. I heard Kazi and Uke shout excitedly as the small yellow and red kite whizzed its way into the sky. 

  As the kite floated above me, the air suddenly changed. The sky began to bleed out more red. 

  The bombs. 

  I lifted up my hands to shield my face as the plane came crashing down. Part of me wanted to scream but my lips were frozen shut. I squeezed my eyes shut as I braced for impact, but it never came. 

  “Russia…” Came a weakened whisper.

  I blinked and saw my mother holding tightly to my hand, machines beeping and plain colored walls seemed to close in around us. 

  “You promised…” She choked, tears streaming down. “You said you’d take care of them, y-you promised me…” 

  “Mom-”

  Her nails dug tightly into my hands and she looked desperately into my eyes, blood beginning to pool out of her mouth. 

  “YOU PROMISED!” She screamed and I felt my bones snapping under her tight grip, her lifeless eyes boring into my skull. 

  “Help!” I yelled, tears filling my eyes as I struggled to get away out of desperation and fear. “Mom stop! Someone help! Please! Mom! Im sorry! Help!”
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  My eyes snapped open and my hand instinctively went under the pillow as someone shook me to consciousness. 
I whipped around just as my fingers clasped the hilt of the small knife. 

  “Okay! Jeeze!” Uke said, putting his hands up in defense. “It was just a nightmare! Next time I'll just let you suffer through it.”

  He got off the bed and threw a pillow at my face. 

  I just groaned and pushed it over to the side. 

  I lay there for a few more moments, my hands playing with the hilt of the small pocket knife. I’d managed to sneak it from Ukraine, finding it in his bag a few nights before. I wasn't surprised to find out he had a knife after all the stuff dad had done to him. 
Uke didn't know I had it though, and I had seen him checking his bag, looking for the “lost” pocket knife. I wasn't going to tell him I had it either. 

  I sat up in the bed, quietly slipping the knife into my pocket, and rubbing my eyes. Looking over, Kazi and Bela were asleep. Atleast, pretending to be. I knew Kazi wasn't sleeping much, but I reminded them that sleeping would make the hunger go away. 

  Bela had complained to me after two days without eating that her stomach hurt and she was starving. I could only hold her and try to assure her that we would get food soon, she just had to be brave. I remembered how my heart clenched as she sobbed quietly into my shirt, her arms holding tight as if I was the only thing from stopping the hunger from clawing away her stomach. 

  Dad had been here once since he’d beaten me on our first night at the hotel. He’d dropped off a little cash and then said he needed to “make sure a deal went through”. Ukraine asked me what he had meant. I told him I didn't know. 

  But I did. 
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  It had been a week at the hotel now and still no sign of Dad. 

  And no more money for food either.

  Which meant we had to be hungry, again.

  I winced slightly as I cleaned my wounds with warm soapy water. The cuts were healing okay, but the large gash on my sump from where my dad had kicked my prosthetic in was looking pretty bad. Without antibiotics, it was likely to get infected, or worse. I really didn't want to loose any more of what was left of my leg.

  “Russia what are you doing?”

  I gripped the edge of the tub to keep myself from falling in.

  “Don't scare me like that.” I said, slightly annoyed. “And what do you mean ‘what are you doing’?”

  “I'm pretty sure you took my knife.” He said, sitting on the edge of the tub with me, but putting his legs facing out of the tub. “And you're being awfully quiet.” 

  “So? Maybe I'm just a little tired.” I retorted. 

  “I don't believe you.” Ukraine said slowly. 

  There was a strained silence between us. 

  “He's up to something isn't he?” Ukraine whispered. “Isn't he?”

  “It's nothing.” I replied quickly. 

  “Give me my knife back.”

  “No.”

  “Russia you don't understand! I don't think we’ll have another chance!” Ukraine said, a hint of fear in his voice.

“Another chance at what?” I said, my eyes narrowing slightly.

  Ukraine looked at me, with an expression I couldn't quite read.

  “At killing dad.”

A/n: Ohhhhhh that's interesting.
So sorry for the long wait!! School has been a nightmare so far and I havnt had time to breathe, much less write.
Sorry for the short chapter, it was originally supposed to be one very long chapter but I figured I'd split it up so I could post sooner.
Thank y'all so much for sticking around through the hiatus and I'm glad to be back.
Have a great day/night!