randomallie

Warning: Language, violence, death. This is only the second out of three Russia chapters. It may be like one of my other endings to this series (…America’s Part 3). ~~~~~ *Age: 3* “Papa! Papa!” Your whispered words at the Russian’s bedside and little tugs on his sheets were enough to wake him up. He groaned, rolling over to face you. You were standing there clutching the stuffed bunny, looking up at his large bed and too small to climb in yourself. In the darkness but with moonlight streaming in from the window—he meant to close those curtains, must have forgotten—he could see the light reflecting