Overtime - rusger fic

Overtime - part 8

Ukraine tiredly cracked the tab of the soda can. Feeling his head grow heavier as he took a long, silent sip.

His body ached everywhere. His left arm was heavily bandaged, a few of his ribs had been broken and he couldn't see through his right eye. As well as that, the amount of fatigue that came with healing meant he could barely do anything. This was the first time in a few days he'd been able to get out of bed.

But did he care ? Not much, no. He was almost used to this type of treatment. It broke him down so much, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Uki, please. You're starting to worry me. Are you sure you wouldn't like me to go talk to him ?"

He paused mid-sip. Silently lowering the can until it touched the counter.
Ukraine was mad at himself for even remembering that. But that voice was encrusted in his mind forever.
The large, soft hands that ran down his shoulders to feel if there were any bruises, that warm voice that reassured him through all the abuse, the cinnamon like scent that complimented his maple brown eyes. He remembered all of it.

But that's what started this mess. Being with him.

Ukraine knew he should be revolted by the mentioning of him, disgusted by even the sound of his name. But he just couldn't. He loved Canada. And he couldn't change that.

All he could do now was long to have the tallers attention on him again, to hear his comforting words. Telling him that they'd get out of here soon, that they would always be together.

What a beautiful lie that was.

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"Ukraine, please, don't cry. You can't let him get to you. You're so much better than that."

His body slumped against the counter.

"You know what, we can run. Run and never stop. I know a place down south we can go."

He knees buckled, sending him onto the floor. More pain shot through him, but not much of it was physical.

"You'll never have to worry about him again. It'll just be us."

He rested his head on his palm and sighed.

"Nothing to hold us back."

If only he had stopped his beloved. Then maybe he'd still be here today.

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The 21st of August. 2270.

A date he'd never forget for the rest of his life.

Canada was so, so sick of seeing his beloved Ukraine being abused and tortured like it was nothing. So he started planning. The 21st of august. At midnight exactly. That's when they would escape. Planning to start a new life in the small country town of Proserpina. It was small, unpopular, and a perfect place to hide from everything.

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Ukraine was woken up by tapping on his window. And without a second thought, he shot up, grabbed his bag and opened it. Smiling sweetly when he saw who was there.

"Hey beautiful- ready to go ?"
Canada smirked and grabbed his hand. Giving it a light peck. Ukraine couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, I could barely get to sleep."
He happily crawled through the window and into Canada's arms. Giving him a soft kiss before they both jumped down.

It was exciting, thrilling even. Just knowing that they were finally getting out of this place. This was it. The real deal.

Canada took his belongings and carefully put it in the duffel bag. He zipped it up and put it over his shoulder.
"What's in that ? Weed ? Maple, I told you to bring important stuff only."