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She followed after the boy with the coat still on.
"I still don't get why at such hour..."
Russia told her:
"Why not now when the moon is at its highest?"
She followed the kid in this cold, dark night.
The wind showered their coats, it was wrapping around them.
It was unpleasant, it was rather freezing and wet.
Her nose quickly became cold as a puppy's.
She looked at the small boy from afar.
He didn't look affected by this rude weather at all.
She noticed the small snowflakes laying in the kid's hair.
Both of them so different, yet something connected them.
It was a weird feeling which she felt.
The kid's soft skin looked made of porcelain.
His hair was fluffy, yet together, just like snow.
This snow was not innocent and happy.
It was a snow tainted with red, his look made the atmosphere even colder.
All of his joy seemed to have left, it was a deep hole.
Just like in his father's eyes, she could get lost through that blizzard.
What she didn't know, is that the emotions causing that blizzard were different in each.
They finally reached one of the walls of the camp.
She observed the kid. What could he do now?
"Home sweet home."
She was still.
"...Excuse me?"
"Are you coming in or not? It's not like I want you to come. You can stay away in the best of cases."
The kid smiled a creepy smile showing his displease.
"...Uhm I'm going."
"...Fine."
He ventured to some standing wood planks. They were stacked one on the top the other.
Russia walked to those.
Y/N looked at him go and she followed, confused.
Where were they both going...?
Suddenly, Russia turned around and growled:
"There are rules, lady!"
She stopped in her tracks.
"Rules? For what?"
"For our safety obviously. What did you think? It's not the first time there had been attempts."
"...Oh sure. Uhm. What are the rules then?"
"First, don't hurt us. You hurt us, I hurt you. Get that?"
"Jeez, kid- It's not like I want to beat people up, do I look like wanting to do that?"
"Father doesn't look like the guy who'd sleep with different woman, does he?"
Damn.
That was strong.
"Kid... I'm not going to-"
"Whatever, we'll talk about it later anyway."
URGH. WILL HE LET ME SPEAK OR DO I HAVE TO BEAT HIS STRONG-HEAD TO REASON-?!!
ARGH-
...
Hmph.
Whatever...-
"Second, you will tell nobody about what happened there."
"Sure."
"Lastly, don't treat us like kids."
"...What?"
He sighed.
"Just come in."
He pushed one of the wood desks and he walked in the stack of wood planks.
What could they be doing in there-?
She followed him.
Turns out, there was a dug passage down.
She clumsily walked down the passage.
Russia was walking before her.
They both reached a room.
It had four bunk beds.
It was all dirty, a small fire was in the middle of the room.
Some ripped rags were on the floor and there was also glass and paper.
"So, uh... Russia?"
"What?"
"Didn't you say that I'll meet people?"
"I did."
"Uhm... No offense, but, like, where are they???"
The room was completely empty.
The wind hit the walls and made slamming sounds.
Russia looked at her silently.
"...You were warned. Don't commit any mistakes."
He had a cold stare and he showed his unchanging attitude.
"Sure."
Though a kid wasn't going to intimidate her.
Russia turned around and he walked over to one of the bunk beds.
He then reached out a hand and he knocked on the wood part of the beds.
"You can get out now. She is a danger to us as is a squirrel before a pack of wolves."
Y/N felt offended.
'Excuse me kid?!
There is no need to be rude like this?!'
Then, kids started getting out from hideouts.
One came out, two, three, four, ...
There was a lot.
They were all swarming her and whispering between themselves.
How did they even hide all so well in a room this small...?
It was scary.
Then, Russia stomped on the floor and they all shut up except some of them.
"Guys, please quiet. I have brought you the one who will fix this nonsense."
Then, a boy with red hair and a stripe of white hair, with his chin and neck down green, exclaimed:
"Brother Rossiya, do you really think this could work? Look at her! She looks so... feeble. She will not survive the cold! Look at her! It's true, her looks do match Father's expectations, but do you think it'll work?"
Y/N looked at the boy and she noticed a flag that looked almost the same as the Belorussian one.
Soviet Belarus noticed her fixing her look on him and he merged into the crowd.
Russia sat on one of the bunk beds and he roared:
"Have faith in me! She may look useless!" Y/N was teaching the kid manners in her sweet imagination. "She may look as if she will die the first days, but she has done what none could do! Look at her!"
All the kids turned their looks at her.
Russia pointed at her.
"Look! She has Father's coat! No one ever received it from him!"
All the kids looked at her and they gasped.
This really looked ridiculous.
Then, the smallest kid with a blue straight stripe going across the lower part of his red face, went to Russia:
"Brother Rossiya... Do you think the plan will succeed then...?"
Russia took the smaller boy's hands, he also patted his head.
"With some luck, we'll all live."
Y/N had enough.
A whole emotional scene was going on and she had no idea what this was about.
"...Russia, can you present these... people to me?"
Russia looked at her judgingly.
"...These are my brothers. STAND IN LINE."
The kids formed a line, from the oldest to the youngest.
Every kid went ahead, presented themselves and went back in the line.
The amount of coordination was amazing.
It looked as if 20 small Viktors decided to parade before her.
Once she knew their names she confirmed:
"So you are all..."
"Yes. We are all Father's children."
They were all silent.
There was something wrong about it.
"...Does your 'plan' which involves me have anything to do with this?"
"...Does it matter if we tell you or not?"
The kids were sharing unsure glances.
Russia broke a sweat.
"Yes. It is crucial. I want to know why."
Russia turned his head to look at them.
Some of them nodded, other looked away.
He looked at Y/N and he sighed.
"...We... Have a mission..."
"And that mission is?"
He responded without doubt:
"To come out alive."
She was shocked by this direct answer.
"...What do you mean by that?"
"...As I said before, we are our Father's children. The thing is... Only one will be his successor."
She realized.
He didn't mean...
"Only one will inherit his seat... His power. You can imagine what will happen to the rest."
They were all shivering and looking scared.
"Death..."
"Precisely. Unfortunately, Father had a better way to find who is the best of us. Who should inherit the throne. He decided to let us forge our own fate."
"What do you mean by that...-?"
"Instead of him going through the trouble of choosing the best to be his heir, the only one left standing will be chosen."
"...He doesn't want you to kill your own brothers, does he?"
"You guessed it. Though technically, not brothers completely."
"...You're telling me that you're all..."
"From different mothers? Yes, yes we are. The only thing that we have in common is the person who wants us to fight for our lives. We are strangers. Strangers that share one fate."
"...Look kids, I'm sorry for you all, you..."
"We are not kids."
"Oh excuse me... Uhm... Guys... What do you need me for then...?"
Belarus stepped up this time:
"Russia had a plan to save us. He discovered that father was looking for love. And if love can change him, it can also change our fate. We could be saved."
"So you wanted me to make him-"
"Make you seduce him? Yes!"
"...Do you guys even know what is seducing...?"
"Obviously, the quickest way to his heart would be spending one nigh-"
Russia didn't let the kid finish because he put his hand over his mouth.
"Uhm. The matter is that we need you to get a hold of his heart."
"..."
The smallest kid, who was presumably past Kazakhstan, grabbed her leg and looked up to her.
"Please, lady... We want to live..."
Her heart broke.
So many small kids... Again mistreated by a father with issues.
This song keeps appearing all the time.
Though now, she has the formula to deal with it.
To fix this, she'll need to save the father first from himself.
Even if it comes to such drastic means as to make him fall for you.
She really was embarrassed she admitted to that.
She opened her mouth and the kids looked hopeful.
"I'll help... on one condition."
Some children were already cheering, other were singing happy war tunes and other were just smiling and jumping.
Russia tried to hide his smile as well.
"And what is that condition?"
Y/N grinned evilly.
"You will all have to attend to my school~"
They all stopped suddenly.
"Huh?!"
"Life lessons, moral lessons, just something to have a sane mind you can nurture in the future! Math is only for those who are willing to have a future~"
Some groaned, other were excited.
They heard about this school thing before.
Learning about the world when you're trapped in a cage can be quite interesting.
Russia wasn't apparently keen on this.
He sighed loudly.
"Guys- So we all agree..-?"
"YEAHH"
"Fine then-"
Russia was discouraged and the rest were cheering their salvation.
Y/N grinned again.
"We shall now tie this deal~!"
Russia's eyes blinked.
"With what? Blood? A contract? Spit handshake?"
The boys laughed at the last one.
He was not really in a good position if she wanted a contract, because he doesn't know how to read or write. Even less signing his own name. He was only taught how to draw, but that was in the past.
Y/N looked at him amused:
"Nope~ A pinkie swear~"
Russia looked at her as if he wanted to end her.
A pinkie swear? Out of everything? He even prefers a blood contract.
"... Really?"
She put her pinkie before him.
"Really~"
He sighed and he put his pinkie in hers.
"I promise."
"I promise too."
She laughed and he immediately grabbed his finger back.
Her teasing had no end:
"So Russia."
He was still wary of her, so he declared:
"What?"
"Are pinkie promises still for girls~?"
Russia stood there silent.
Something was remnicing him to his memories.
"Why do I have a feeling I already had this conversation...?"
"No reason~ So I guess they're not~"
"..."
"Thought so~"
Y/N walked off to see if the kids had any injuries she could take care off. Living on a dump like this could be dangerous.
Meanwhile, Russia grabbed his head.
"...Where is this déjà-vu feeling coming from-?"
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A man stood between hordes of flowers.
The plants were numerous, lively colours and abundance.
His breath reached the petals of the roses.
He was standing before the bushes with white roses.
The air was cold, winteresque.
The time of hail falls.
But these flowers still grew, they endured the cold.
It didn't affect them like it did the other roses.
That infuriated Reich.
How can they be better than the other roses?
Why don't they perish like the others?! They should!
The snow roses flourished and Reich watched them grow in silence.
Why can't all roses be the same?
Why does God have favorites?
The white rose, it is rare.
The red rose is now boring. A cliché no one wanted.
Why does the snow rose get a better life?
Reich took one of the white roses.
He grabbed it by the stem.
He believed everyone should get what they deserve.
The red rose has a colour. It took the effort to give a shade to attract.
The white rose was empty. It was simply... Blank. It doesn't even try to look attracting.
Once he intertwined his fingers in the stem, he started cutting off the spikes.
One by one.
The man with black turtleneck sweater and black pants/trousers took care of each rose.
His white gloves kept his fingers clean.
The rose's sap covered his whole hand, his whole glove was now covered in its blood.
Suddenly, Reich put his gloved hands somewhere he shouldn't have.
It was only a small prick.
A needle pierced through cloth and flesh.
The warm carmine liquid flowed under his glove.
His glove once white, turned red.
He looked at his hand.
Blood was leaving, because of the white rose.
He forgot the spikes are there for some reason.
Reich had an annoyed look on his face.
"What do you want?"
A man appeared from his hidden place and he approached the leader.
"Careful there. Plants don't have teeth, but they can still hurt back."
"I don't need any gardening advice from people like you. Getting your hands dirty for a handful of coins!"
"At least they pay, great leader."
"Stop with your nonsense, where is he? Judging on your accent, you are the one bringing him."
A third voice appeared:
"I'm here."
A small hooded person came out.
"Finally. Took you time Ukrainian Insurgent Army!"
"My apologies, I had to travel avoiding my father."
"Understandable."
Reich went to the young boy, who was barely older than 7 and they shook hands.
"Why did you call me? Do you need something sir?"
"I do." Reich took out a document. It was filled with info. "Find her. I want her safe and healthy here."
He handed him the document.
"A woman?"
He retorted:
"...Not just any woman."
"I see. I'll deal with it as soon as possible."
UPA hid the document in his clothes.
Reich turned around back to his roses.
"She's with some country. Find who."
"Of course. Have a great day."
"Same for you, kid. Same for you."
The kid disappeared.
Reich turned back to his roses.
His hate directed to them, but taking care of them, slowly.
Weakening them.
He put his gloved stained with blood to his lips.
His tongue touched the energetic fluid.
He shivered at the taste.
He remembered her.
The time let him taste hers.
He wants an explanation on that too.
When is she coming back...? He's really losing himself here...
The rest sees is too.
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A/N: This chapter sucked :3 To be honest, I need to find more ideas(probably in music) :'3
(I got a story-line, but the in-betweens need to be interesting toooo- :'3)
Anyway, hope you had a great day until now!
Everyone gets bread, double bread for Cécile- (Am I picking favorites? 🧐)
I big applause for my theorists who lighten up my mood :3
OH LOOK:
SOVIET AND RUSSIA:
(he loves his son :3)
HAVE A GOOD IDK
I should really do better chapters-
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