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Ursa clung to Russia, refusing to leave his side. She blamed herself for the death of her father just by being there. Russia blamed himself for not being able to protect his loved one. Needless to say, they both needed each other.

"Darling, why don't you stay at Ukraine's tonight? He has been missing you," the alpha told his daughter.
"Okay," she whispered sadly.
The tall man knelt down to his daughter.
"Your uncles have some exciting things over there for you and your grandma made your favorite foods. I'll send you off and I'll see you in the morning, okay my little galaxy?" Russia hyped up his daughter. The young girl got excited and happily skipped over to her uncle Canada's and Ukraine's.

The man retired to his bedroom, undoing his hair from the ponytail it was in. The vodka bottle was emptied that night to drown the thoughts of his mate.
How he would never feel his skin again.
How he would never hear the voice that carried so much sarcasm, bitterness, sweetness, and softness in one sentence.
How his mate's death could've been prevented only if Russia went with them. If he killed China. If he just kicked out China at the very beginning. America would still be alive.

Eventually, a knock on Russia's door made the alpha snap out of his thoughts and brought his head back to reality.
He walked over to the door and opened it.

A Canadian was standing there with a letter in hand. Everyone could tell the kind country was impacted greatly by his brother's passing.
His brilliant green eyes seemed to lack light. Dark circles around his eyes and unusually messy hair. His smile lost its shine. Energy seemed to leave him quickly.

At least he has a shoulder to cry on. Canada has Ukraine and France has Britain. They all have each other.
And Russia has no one.
His daughter didn't like talking about her feelings with her father because she didn't want to upset Russia further, so she talked to Kazakhstan and Sunny.

No one dared to talk to the alpha for too long.

Not even his own family.

Canada cleared his throat before looking into Russia's deep blue, dull eyes, "Um, I know this has been a tough time and I know you don't like talking about emotions, but if you need anyone to talk to, you have me. I know America means a lot to you, and he did to me too. I might not know exactly what you're going through, but we all lost him." Russia glared at the slightly smaller male as he continued.
"It's not healthy to bottle up emotions. I think I could help if we could talk sometime," Canada offered.

Russia was about to close the door before Canada held out the envelope to Russia.
Russia looked at it dumbfounded before Canada explained, "It's from America."

The alpha's body went ridged.

"He wrote a letter to you in the event of an unexpected death. He told me to give it to you once you are 'simi stable' I hope you read it," the shorter man offered the envelope.

Russia took the letter tenderly and muttered a quick thank you to the Canadian before closing the door.

The tall man sat down at the desk and examined the envelope.
On the front, Russia's name was printed.
Undoubtedly America's handwriting.
Russia carefully opened the vanilla envelope and pulled out its contents.

Dear Russia (AKA ☆°•fluff ball•°☆),
I pray that this will never reach you, but one day one of us will be gone.

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