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🇫🇮Nightmares ⚠️🇷🇺

Warning: Nightmare about the USSR, mild gore
Ship: Russia x Finland
Word count: 677

Finland was confused as he was standing in a familiar place he hoped he'd never stand in again. The trees only large stems, the leaves have fallen off a long time ago. The ground a solid color of white.

By each breath a small puff of air formed a small cloud, slowly descending to the sky.

Finland looked around slowly as he shivered by the cold wind blowing by. But he stopped in terror as he saw the thick red goo lying on top of the snow so peacefully.

His breathing became unstable as he started to make his way there. He could feel his throat clog up as he started to quicken his pace.

There laid thousands of soldiers brutally dismembered and blood everywhere. He could feel his breathing becoming more uneven as he tried to look for anyone alive.

Yet it was impossible.

He fell to his knees as he looked over the field of young and old men lying lifeless in the snow.

His lips began to shake as he tried to hold back the tears. Then he suddenly felt a warm hand patting him on the shoulder.

The person crouched down behind him and whispered in his ear, "This is what happened for countries who disobey, Финляндия".

Finland could immediately hear who the person was behind him by his strong accent and it made the country's blood boil.

He could feel a strong arm tugging him away from the scene and he tried to resist yet the other man was stronger than him.

The tall country soon had enough of Finland squirming and turned around to throw a punch hard against the smaller country's head. Making the Finnish man pass out quickly and the black void wrapping around his eyes.
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Finland shot up out of bed with a slight shout as he tried to ease out his breathing. He cowered his face with his hands and could feel the tears in his palms.

"Финляндия? What's wrong?" He heard from the side of him. Yet it was that strong accent that made him freeze in fear as he kept his position.

When the other country didn't get a response he reached out his hand for the Finnish man's cheek.

As soon as Finland saw the red and approach him through the space of his fingers his breath stuck in his throat. He couldn't breathe as he lowered his arms to scoot away from the hand.

"kiltti..." the smaller country whispered as he dragged up his legs to his chest and hid his face in between them.

He was too afraid to look up at the other's face because of the possibility that it would be him.

He could hear the other country sigh as he wrapped his arms around Finland. "It's okay дорогой" He whispered, "It's me, venäjä" he started to slowly rock him sideways to calm him down.

Soon Finland's breathing had evened out and he slowly rose his head up to look at a concerned Russia.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked as he wiped a tear away from Finland's cheek. The older country nodded as he slowly leaned forward so that Russia could hold him.

"It was a cold winter day, I found an outpost. Brutally murdered with bombs," he took in a shaky breath before he continued. "None of them were alive. There was so much blood and scattered body parts." He could feel his throat clogging up again as a lonely tear fell down his cheek and he buried his face in the younger country's shirt.

"It was him. It was your father that had murdered all those young men with such brutality," He finished as his whole body shook and big fat tears streamed down his cheeks. The memories too much for the male to take in yet again.

Russia just rubbed his back in comfort and kissed the top of his head. "it's okay, he's long gone," the Slavic man reassured the Nordic man.