A Destined Fate: Russia X Reader

Chapter 47: Crimson~

He collapsed to his knees onto the sidewalk holding his chest. Even in the now faint black background one could see the crimson that coated his hands. "Oh God!" I cried kneeling down to him as I tried to assist him. He grunted from the pain. Frantically I scan around to make sure that area was safe. No one lurked about. But where did the bullet come from? "Ivan j-just hold on okay, I-I'm gonna call an ambulance." I said as I shaky felt his pockets for his phone.

"Oh? But what for? We just started the fun." I swung my head around to see Lithuania behind my form. My eyes grew huge and immediately I rose to my feet quivering, stopping my search for the phone. "Oh Toris you're here. P-Perfect timing. Please... Russia is hurt. We need t-" Instantly I stop in my tracks as I see the brunette wearing a dark spiteful smirk. "Of course he's hurt." The nation leaned forward into platinum-ette's face. "Well it sure is strange to see you without that disgusting scarf. It's not surprise that thing was hiding an even more disgusting scar." Russia casts a sneer look at him. "D-did you do this?" Toris shifted even closer, only inches stood between their noses. "And what if I did? What would you do I-V-A-N?" Mocking the Russian. My body trembled even more, Did he just he shot Ivan? "T-Toris what's wrong with you! Why would you do this?!" The emerald eyes man simply shrugged "Dunno. For the hell of it I guess." My heart dropped. I just stood there dumbstruck. Barely I could make the words "What happened to you..." My fist clinched tightly, my nails piercing into my skin. I WAS PISSED. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" His taunting expression manifested into a even more twisted one. "Nothing my love, it's that Russian fault we have been in such an argument. I promise once he's gone we can kiss and make up." The taste of vile strung my throat, I had to fight the urge to throw up. His words made me sick to my stomach. I was so furious but yet my body continued to shake. I was scared. Scared for Ivan's safety. 

Before I could speak the scarf I wore was suddenly yanked off me from behind. I threw my head over to see the cause of it and I die. Every single piece of me dies. It was the gang leader. He grinned pleased by my reaction grasping a chuck of my hair tightly. "Well hello there friend, you seen to have healed up well hmm?" "What the fuck is happening!" I exclaimed unable to process the situation clearly. "Is it not obvious? Your friend here is helping us out." Toris nodding as he gazed back at the larger nation. "All these years you have took and took and took from me. You took everything I loved away with that stupid fucking smile of your's." Ivan's lavender orbs were round, baffled by his words. Blood trailed from the paler man's mouth and his hands dripping ruby. "And then you try to play victim. Here a reality check bitch;" Toris kneed the larger nation in the face with surprisingly great might which cause Ivan's nose to bleed however he stayed upright. The snow beneath the Russian painted with red. "YOUR PRETENDING SUCKS!"

Panic held me tightly. I need to do something. I had to. Shifting over I tried to move but the leader clutched my (h/c) locks in a tightly death grip. He brought a metal blade to the thin layer of skin that coated my throat. "Try something girly. I dare you." Damn this! The Lithuanian move his head so he once again was inches from the platinum-ette's. Ivan winced in pain, his facial features contorted. "You think forcing people will make them like you? You truly are the sad one. Don't worry I'll make sure you'll have a warm welcome when you come home. Oh wait! No one will be there to welcome you!" Toris laughs taunting. "Do what you want me, just let her go." The platinum-ette plead as he gazed at me. "No can do." Bandanna boy called continuing. "We came here to reclaim our prize," tapping the knife against the delicate surface of my neck. "Have to say, you got yourself into some pretty deep shit helping our bitch out. But no need to worry, we'll make sure to take REAL good care of her." Spitting in Ivan's face. He turned away from the nation waving a hand. "Ta-Ta!" He glance at Toris who stood beside him. "You about done?" The leader inquired. The brunette grinned "In a couple minutes." The redhead shrugged. "Suit yourself. If you need me I'll be heading back so." He jerked my hair dragging me along. I didn't move. He pressed the blade harder to my throat almost drawing blood. I could feel my heart beat against the tool. "I SAID LET'S GO!" Reluctantly I followed him, throwing a last glance at Ivan. Sadness overcame me, it felt as though my heart had shattered into a million useless pieces. I couldn't do a damn thing but I wanted to so bad. I mouth to him mournfully "I'm so sorry Ivan." My gaze flicked over to the ground, beside Russia was the scarf Katyusha had given him, soaked in blood. It only made the pain worse. 

Why did this have to happen?