RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 23: кровавый снег

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial.

Chapter 23: кровавый снег

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1942

Within the year of 1941 of WWII, Germany had invaded the Soviet Union in an attack called Operation Barbarossa, despite the nonaggression pact the two nations signed earlier on in the war. Germany and Hitler believed the Soviets were inferior fighters and believed they would fall in less then three months. Germany sent his soldiers in three groups to attack the North, South, and the Center. The plan changed several times, they believed the plan was successful, they captured soldiers and cities, but Germany was wrong. Close to Moscow, the Germans could not go any further. The harsh snow fell and they were quickly out of supplies.

The Germans quickly withdrew against orders. With help of American supplies, the Soviets regained strength and prepared to fight again. Later on, the Soviet Union attacked Romanian and Italian armies and encircled the city of Stalingrad. Soviets captured more then 338,000 soldiers and sent them to prison camps, Germans began another attack with the Great Patriotic War, where the Soviets stopped them. They suffered heavily but took control. They moved towards Hungry and Romania.

Russia could remember every second of that war, he believed Germany had betrayed him even after their agreements. Cities were destroyed, he feared when each attack would come, he was angry about how many people had died, what this was costing his country, or back then, or more of their country. One day he couldn't forget, one that burned in the back of his mind, after the Germans had withdrew, Germany himself came back for a little "talk" with Russia and the others.

The attacks had been hard, everything was destroyed. Soviets citizens had tried to pick up what they could and rebuild, everyone from children to the old, Russia himself had even helped, he believed it was all his fault, helping was the least he could do. He did whatever he could while waiting on orders, whether it was simply picking up rubble or helping with supplies to even finding dead bodies, which always made him flinch thinking how he was suppose to protect them.

"g-n Ivan." A little girl had snuck up behind Russia as he picked up burnt wood. He turned and looked to see who it was.

He would recognize her anywhere. He knew her voice, it was soft and always cheery, he enjoyed hearing someone who was happy, espically during this time. But she was more quiet today. She was the only blonde haired girl in Moscow, straight yet curly hair, her eyes were a bright hazel, she was quite pale, she was small, only up to Russia's hip if not smaller. She wore a long black coat with a white inside, it was originally her father's and it showered below her knees to the cold world. It was ripped up from worn and tear, Russia offered to sow it for the girl once or twice but she always replied with a confident "I can do it myself sir".

She was a poor little child, like her family, and worked on farms. Russia knew her from before the war even started, she was a little girl who happily did her parent's work and visited Russia, they had met at a market and she was talking about sunflowers, which caught his immediate attention. Even in all the destruction, her sweet smile never went away, her interest in flowers, especially sunflowers, her soft humming when she skipped around; she was a child that Russia had liked and even cared about, he enjoyed her company.

"Zdravstvuĭte Mar'ya." Russia gave a little smile to the girl. She looked at the rubble of the what used to be a market and got sad eyes. "Eto budet v poryadke. YA budu zashchishchat' tebya." She looked back up at him.

"Budete li vy zashchishchat' moi roditeli?" She asked. Russia first didn't answer.

"Da. YA eto sdelayu." He said. She must of known he was being hesistate because she got a uncertain look. "YA mogu dat' vam moe slovo Mar'e." He tried to comfort her.