[ Tortured ] Remake DISCONTINUED

Chapter 2

Third Person POV
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6:47 A.M.
March ** 19**
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*BEEP *BEEP* BEEP*
The tall man groaned as he used his right hand to turn of the blaring alarm.
Quickly sitting up so he wouldn't just fall back asleep, he got up and got ready for the long day ahead of him. He picked out his clothes and hoped into the shower, once he was done he went in front of the big bathroom mirror and brushed his teeth. Looking up slightly he saw the reflection.. His eyes.. On his right was the eye of his mother a "beautiful forest green.." But on his left the eye of his.. father.. a cold "ice blue."
He didn't like the look.. nobody in his past did anyway. He quickly moved his back and white hair in the way of the sight, blocking his vision ever so slightly. The white wasn't a sign of age it was there ever since he was a little kid. It came from Russian Empire. While the main dominant color was his black hair from his mother. Well so he thought she died a couple months after he was born.
He shook himself out of his thoughts and walked out of the bathroom heading towards the kitchen, "what to make what to make?" He repeated to himself.

Soviets POV
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"Blueberry pancakes!" I semi-yelled. I quickly grabbed the necessary ingredients and started to cook the pancake's.
(I have no idea how to make these 😅 if you know how congrats to you!)
"KIDS FOOD IS READY!" I called out, after a minute or two I heard the sound of a pair or two of feet coming down the stairs. "Uzbekistan! You are the first to arrive!" So you get first dibs I said. His eyes quickly beamed as he saw what was made. "Blueberry pancakes!" He yelled, quickly grabbing his chosen plate.
The next to arrive was Belarus, she surprisingly didn't say anything just grabbed the plate with a satisfied expression. After about 5-10 minutes the rest came down the stairs, well Rus was the last down since he wasn't a morning person. We are out breakfast making conversation every now and then. Once everyone was finished I quickly grabbed their plates and cleaned them, then putting them into their respective places. I then left the kitchen into the front room putting on my ushanka and black boots. "Alright I'm leaving! Do you guys want or need anything while I'm gone?" "NO!" I heard through the house. "Alright I'm leaving now love you guys!" "Love you to папа!"
I slightly chuckled and left through the big door
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Word count: 437

A/N
THERES CHAPTER 2 anyways hope you like it
And if you have any questions please just ask
:)