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It's been several months since (f/n) came to Russia's house, and everyone was quite happy. Russia now thought of her as nothing other than his daughter. (f/n) had nearly forgotten about her abused life, though she still had the occasional nightmare. The Baltics loved her company as well, especially Ravis. Ravis has been like a brother and best friend to (f/n) since her first day there. (f/n) had even been introduced to Russia's sisters Ukraine and Belarus. Ukraine immediately adored the young girl, treating her like a little sister. Belarus, after some hostility, soon warmed up to (f/n)  as well. Now Belarus is as protective over

(f/n) was running. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to get away. She had to get away from the pain. From the fear. From the sadness. From the loneliness… She didn't know how long she was running. She was getting tired and her legs were threatening to give out at any moment. But she couldn't stop, if she did there would only be a world of pain. Suddenly she was falling. Falling into a thick, cold blackness that she'll never get out of again. She screamed. Then (f/n) felt warm, strong arms around her and a soft, comforting voice murmured in her ear, "(f/n), sunflower, everything's alright. You're safe. I'm here.' (f/n)

It was a normal Sunday afternoon. Russia  was sitting in front of the fireplace reading the newspaper, not entirely paying attention. He was actually quite bored. Normally he would do something to scare the Baltics-which was just about anything-but lately, that just didn't give him any satisfaction. Then there was a swift knock at the door. Russia looked up from the paper and saw Lithuania going to answer the continuous knocking. With a child like smile growing on his face, Russia stood up and picked up his blood stained water pipe, "I'll get it Lithuania." Lithuania saw the pipe and prayed for whoever was at the door, "Yes sir." He turned