Rusger Oneshots

My R (part 2.)

Angst Week No. 3!

(haha i'm kinda cheating the 7 days with this part 2 but ahahahaha its my series i do what i want ahahaha XD)

Enjoy!!

(I got carried away writing this so its a bit long sorry-)

(warning: suicide attempt and thoughts, implied self-harm, implied domestic abuse)

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The stairs echoed around him, as he trudged up. His heart was heavy, and there was really nothing he could do to make himself stop. His feet just seemed to go on automatically, just go up, up and up.

Russia got to that familiar doorway, and reached out a hand. He watched through tunnel vision as he looked down at his hand, moving without control to twist the doorknob.

Strong wind greeted him again as he stepped out to the rooftop, and there was a clear blue sky. He moved forward, seeing no one at the edge. He felt a spark of hope, but also a small part of him felt...uncomfortable at being here?

He ignored it, pushing it away and began to bend down to untie his boots. So, this was it.

"Hey."

Russia jerked up, hands pulled up protectively to his face and chest instinctively. He saw a tall figure at the edge, arms crossed and resting easily on the top of the wall, He was sure the voice came from him. But why did it sound so familiar?

Russia stood up straight, still holding his arms up defensively. "Who are you? When did you get here?" He asked, feeling a small pang of recognition as he approached the person slowly.

"I'm always here." The voice said sadly, staring out at the horizon. "I come here, everyday after school, just so I can stop the scars that grow, everytime that I go home."

The person held out his right arm to Russia, pulling back a bit of his jacket's sleeve to reveal white bandages. He unwrapped it, and Russia saw red cuts, some still fresh, no more than an hour old, along with bruises and other uglier cuts that were definitely not neatly made by razor.

Russia stared at them, clutching his own right arm, where he could feel those almost identical bandages on his skin. One of his cuts stung, but he ignored it, keeping his watering eyes on the person at the wall.

"So...that's why I come up here instead." He sighed, wrapping back his cuts and pulling down his sleeve, going back to look at the line of buildings.

Russia swallowed, blinking furiously to clear his vision. He took in the dark blue jacket, black combat boots and tall figure, but most importantly, the grey ushanka that perched on the person's head, hiding the white hair he knew must be there.

"I guess...this is it." The person finally spoke again, pushing himself up the wall and throwing his legs over the edge, finding the small notch on the other side of the wall, and standing there, his arms the only thing keeping him from leaning forward and falling.

Russia watched mutely, shock and panic on his face. His body felt numb, and he reacted on instinct, the only thing his mind could think of. He shouted as loudly as he could, reaching out his hand to the person, his tears finally flowing freely down his face.

"Hey, don't do it, please!"

Both him and the other person froze, and time seemed to stop for a second. Russia watched as the person turned his head around slowly to face him, and it was....himself.