It's okay son

Time passes son, and so do people

USSR:

I sat on my chair listening to classical music watching my hand fall apart. I guess it's my time to depart, I got up and looked at all the photos of me and my kids tears now pricking in the corners of my eyes. I went to the back window to see the kids chasing each other. I choked out a small sob.

I went back to the comforts of my chair. 'Sorry my children, it's time for me to go' I whispered out to myself before sitting down again "RUSSIA" I shouted.

Russia:

I was playing my siblings outside laughing, a grin plastered across my face from ear to ear. After a while I heard my father shout my name to come inside. I ran inside still smiling "да папа?" I asked jumping onto his lap and curling up, not looking at his face.

He put his hand on my back, calmly rubbing it "Since your the oldest, can I trust you to watch over your siblings?" He asked, I looked up to him to see tears now rolling down his face. I furrowed my eyebrows "what do you mean papa?" I asked.

"It's time for me to go..." He said smiling lightly more tears falling down his face. He lifted his hand and removed the bandages, revealing his now fading hand. "Папа нет!" I said hugging onto him for dear life. "I tried to live longer for you but I'm running out of energy to fight back. Time passes son, so do we..." He managed "Get your siblings, I want to see them one last time." He lightly pushed me.

I got up and ran outside tears now streaming down my face as I burst the door open getting their attention "What's going on?!" Belarus said jumping up from her spot running to me."папа" I sobbed, "What do you mean??" Estonia said looking up at me. "H-he's-" Bela shoved past me before I could finish.

We walked in to see dad was out of his chair and now sitting on the ground, tears stained his face "папа?" Estonia said before running to hug him as the rest and I did the same. "Russia's in charge please... Please behave for him" he said, before he dissapeard, getting replaced with dust.

14 years later

I looked at the photos of father, my siblings, and I, I'm 19 now, and I don't understand how dad helped us all, Estonia and Kazy keeps on fighting, Belarus now wearing random things that show skin and arguing with me everytime I try to get her to change into ordinary clothes. We argue continuously and I can't keep up in school nor can I even help all my siblings at once.

"Father, I miss you. I know you can't come back, but please come back, I can't do it myself." I sobbed.