THIS HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN.

I suck at angst so this isn't gonna be the longest thing of the century efubvi- 81 K READS WHA-

Slight TW lol

Russia | Male
Finland | Male

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*Beep*

[11:00]

*Beep*

[11:00]

*Bee-*

Russia smashed his hand down onto his alarm clock, before letting it go limp and having it sling back to his bed. Russia laid on his mattress, breathing slowly. He laid there for a moment.

The teen groaned, and tried to open his eyes.

...

Nope.

Let's try again, shall we?

The Russian yawned. He brought his once limp arm to wipe at his eyelids, getting the sleep out of his eyes. Once more, Russia tried to open his eyes.

Well whatcha' know? It worked!

Good job, Russia.

Russia peered his eyes at the grey ceiling of his room. His bedroom came equipped with windows, and although he closed the blinds, sunlight found its way to peak into the rather depressing estate.

After lying in bed for a few minutes, Russia decided to get up. It wasn't like he was falling back to sleep anytime soon. Not with the state of things right now.

Russia sat up on his bed, long legs hanging over the edge and touching the hardwood floor. The teen ran a hand through his black locks, then stretched. Barefoot, the country stood up lazily. The divot in his mattress was no more, as he decided to go to the bathroom.

Nobody else in the house was awake.

... Not that he expected them to be.

Russia walked down the hallway to the bathroom. He flicked on the light, and walked inside before closing and locking the door behind him. This morning the teen was wearing a tank top. He stopped in front of the sink and looked at himself through the mirror perched atop the faucet.

Russia looked tired. He was.

His brown eyes went from looking at the bags under his eyes to his neck, where faded rope burns resided. Different colour skin is easy to see. Shit... Russia had been in the wrong frame of mind for awhile. The country continued looking as he got to his exposed arms.

They were littered with marks. Only, they weren't just from him. As if the thought of his arms hurt physically, Russia snapped his eyes shut and winced.

No, let's not do this so early.

Agreeing with his mind, said country took a deep breath and decided to brush his teeth. Russia grabbed his toothbrush and rinsed it before applying toothpaste. He looked into the stained sink as he brushed. His house was dirty, that much was clear.

Moments later, Russia spat out the toothpaste. He decided he wanted to put his brush in the medicine cabinet behind the sink mirror.

Bad move.

As soon as the teen opened the cabinet, he took a step back and almost fell over. His breathing hitched as he started shaking involuntarily. Russia's shaky hand went out to grab what he was staring at.

Uneasy hands slowly got a hold of the item.

It was too much for Russia.

He fell to the floor, as tears exploded down his face. Red bloodshot eyes were blurry as he lay on the floor, bawling. He couldn't take his eyes off of it.

Not when it was a picture of his Finland...

...

... Finland, who was no longer with him.

"Fuck me,"