Rusger Oneshots

Safe and Sound

Angst Week No. 1!

Welcome, peeps!! To the first of the 7 oneshots Imma post, all themed with angst!

Of course, I'm no master at angst, so this is me trying my very best to make y'all cry(>:D), and also for me to practise and hone that area of the writing craft!

Angst week doesn't mean i'm gonna bombard you with angst all 7 days of the week(I can't write that fast v_v-), it simply means they will be 7 oneshots posted in spread-apart succession as one series.  

So future readers, you may read all 7 in one go, and enjoy the premium experience!

Anyways, enough for now! Ask me anything you want!

First of this series is inspired by the song 'Safe and Sound' by Taylor Swift, go listen its nice- :'3

I hope you will enjoy it, and don't be shy to comment to tell me what you think friends!

I'll really appreciate it too! Thank you!

(Anyone living in the American continent better be asleep now or I will steal your kneecaps-)

○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○

Russia stood silently at the foot of his bed, gripping his arms until his hands were shaking. He couldn't make a single sound, not even as his opened his mouth to cry out. 

Pain, so much pain.

Not physically. But even then, it hurt much worse.

The room was dark, but he could see everything as clear as day. He wish he couldn't, it was too much. He just wanted to let loose, to scream, to feel something other than this stark, bare reality in front of him that he could do nothing to change.

His old bed shook, shaking with trembles and sobs from the small figure laying stiffly curled up on it, swaddled in blankets. 

His mouth was open again, his throat was sore from talking, apologizing, begging. But again, not even a whisper of sound.

The figure on the bed sobbed again, heaving for breath. Russia ran over, falling to his knees and reaching out. To hold.

To feel. Something. Anything. 

"I'll never let go..."

Russia's vision blurred, and he blinked quickly to clear it, he wanted to see this. He couldn't turn away. His cheeks felt wet, but he didn't care, and kept his glance straight.

"That's what you said. Y-You promised..." He heard again, followed by more sharp inhales of breath, and a weak cough. He shook his head, and opened his mouth, pleading, talking so fast he didn't know what he would even say if he could.

He would say 'I'm sorry'. 

A million times.

'I never met to.'

'I once said I'll never let you go. But...fate had other plans...for us. I'm so sorry'

Russia unclenched his hands from his arms, and pulled hard on his hair, resting his elbows on the bed. He breathed hard, his throat felt like it was crushing in on itself, it almost hurt.

Not as much as his heart did.

The bed shifted again, and he heard the sobs continue. He forced himself to look up, and saw a tear streaked face looking right at him. He froze, hands dropping away from his hair, and a new bout of pain crashed through him.