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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      Russia_(Hetalia)/Original_Female_Character
  Character:
      Original_Female_Character, Russia_(Hetalia)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-22 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1514
****** Vpervyye ukusila, vtroy ocharoval ******
by SasstrianPrissess
Summary
     Russia....'nuff said.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
You couldn’t remember feeling so dejected. Your heart felt painful, aching as
it twisted itself in impossible shapes meant to hurt as you crossed the dark
streets leading to your home. On cue, a heavy, menacing roar of thunder rumbled
within the black sky, you shivered at the sound, drawing your thin sweater
closer as if its meager warmth could stall the indecent chill that crept up
around your legs, snaking its way up your torso. You could feel it’s thin,
clammy fingers press deeply under your skin as your feet crunched over the dead
and fallen autumn leaves.
To alleviate a little of your pain, you released a shaky sigh, finally noticing
that for the first time since you began walking home from your afterschool club
activity that there was not a soul meandering the dismal streets. No birds
chirped warning of the oncoming storm, nor were there any distanced dogs
yapping to each other. The world appeared to have died.
Nervousness nipped at your abused heart, fear clutching to every clouded breath
you took as your eyes scanned the dreaded empty darkness for any sign of life.
You gulped in unsteady bouts of air, the faintest brush of the wind upon your
hair frightening as well as the tiniest snap of the dry, reedy twigs beneath
the fallen leaves causing your body to lock up in tense shivers. It was at this
moment you wished to be invisible, to arrive home unseen and safe from the
terror of the irrationally rational outdoors. Your tongue slipped between your
teeth, bruising as your chattering teeth nipped unpleasantly at the squishy
appendage. It was all you could do to physically stem the creeping fear of
being watched and followed. Tears welled up even more as you cautiously turned
around, finding the street you had just walked from as empty as the street
before you. This knowledge held no comfort, yet you still trudged down the
dreary lane, your footsteps hurried as you tried your damndest to not will your
shaking legs into a sprint.
At the corner, the grimed street sign pointed out that you were practically
home, all you had to do was finish walking down the chapped and broken
sidewalk. This seemed like no big deal, the intense fear you felt momentarily
lifting as your hurried footsteps brought you ever closer to your front door.
Quickly, your freezing hand grasped the colder doorknob and twisted, only to
disappoint you by refusing to turn. Your numbed, shaking fingers quickly felt
around the moist soil of the potted plant beside the doorway searching vainly
for the spare key. Just as you felt another fresh bout of tears sting the
corners of your eyes did your fingertips latch onto the thin, dirty key. You
nearly shouted with joy, jamming the thin metal key into the keyhole.
As you quickly opened the door and stepped inside, locking yourself within the
house, did you notice the same thing. It was pitch dark inside, silent, the
very air of the usually warm, safe haven as foreboding as the frightening
outdoors you had just came out of. With shaking fingers you felt along the
smooth wooden walls for the chilled plastic of the light switch. Once you
flicked the little nub upwards, the soft hum of electricity flowing throughout
the room and the bright, white reassurance of the light bulb did wonders to
still your quaking heart. After a moment of feeling safe, you made your way to
the opposite wall to turn on the heater. Almost immediately the sound of a
sleepy, dull roar filled the chilly home, the billowing, hot breath spewing out
from the floor vents in lazy yawns.
You then made your way into the kitchen, dropping off your shoulder bag onto
the marble countertop as the scent of lukewarm pizza filled your nose. The box
containing the room temperature Italian dish also wore a bright, neon pink
sticky note upon its grease stained lid like a badge. Pursing your lips, you
peeled off the note, reading the flowery handwriting aloud in a clipped
monotone.
‘(Y/N), I’m sorry we couldn’t be home sweetie, but your sister called from the
hospital and we rushed over right away. You’re gonna be an aunt! Your father
and I picked up some pizza for you, so eat that and don’t stay up too late.
We’ll be home sometime tomorrow night. Love, Mom’
“Great,” You muttered, sighing as you lifted the lid of the pizza box and was
greeted with the heady scent of (F/T) pizza. Admittedly, it made you smile a
little bit, knowing that after such a bad day, the pizza and some hot chocolate
would dispel any bad left over feelings. Well, that and some soothing notes
from the Austrian Pianist CD you favored so much.
Knowing that you were going to be completely alone for approximately the next
twenty-four hours, you decided to forego blaring it through your mediocre
laptop speakers in favor of slipping it into the built-in Home stereo system.
Normally, you would just take the pizza, hot drink and hideaway in your
bedroom, but since the house was relatively empty, you decided to fill the void
with your presence. After slipping a couple of the pizza slices into the
microwave to re-heat, you walked down the small hall adjacent to the kitchen to
your room. Eager fingers sought out the prized disk from the towering
collection that was currently stacked in a designated corner of your room. Once
you held the disk in your hand did you hear the incessant beeping of the
microwave, signaling that your pizza was ready to eat.
Before you crossed back into the kitchen, you stalled a moment to slip the CD
into the surround sound system and hit play. Almost immediately the sweet
melody of a grand piano filled your ears, the tune was soft, full, and
melodiac. In a way, it was more relaxing despite the fact that it carried a few
airy notes of a happy trill and a moderately quick tempo. You could recognize
this piece anywhere, regardless of format, the reason simply being that you
were raised by your older sister to enjoy the sweet symphony of Roderich
Edelstein’s talented fingers. His music always worked wonders to bring you to a
peaceful state of mind, regardless of whatever horrible mood you were in.
You hummed the melody, making your way into the kitchen to retrieve your dinner
and prepare the chocolaty hot drink. Once you had everything, you ate in
relative silence, enjoying the calming atmosphere. After a bit you got up and
stretched, placing the dishes you used in the sink to wash after you took a
bath. By now the rain fell in buckets, drenching the entire world in what
seemed to be a flood, not that you cared, seeing as you were already home.
You left the CD still playing as you went and searched for your sleep clothes
to wear after your shower. Once you had obtained a baggy t-shirt, sleep shorts,
and a clean pair of underwear, you made your way to the bathroom and proceeded
to prepare the bath. Normally you preferred moderately warm showers, but
tonight you felt that it was better suited for a steam causing, intensely hot
shower. You then began to brush your (H/C) hair, paying special attention to
completely detangle any knot or accidental wind twist.
By the time you were through, you were already starting to feel the effects of
the running water despite not being under the spray. You placed the brush down
atop the sink for retrieval after the shower and began to strip yourself of
your school clothes. Once you were totally nude, you paused a moment to glance
at your body through the perspiring mirror, you noticed that there wasn’t a
particular piece of you that you found attractive, but somehow, it didn’t
really matter. Idly, you ran your left hand over the darker, finger shaped
marks that banded your upper right arm. Your eyes clouded much like the mirror
was, blurring your sight as the residual memory of the pain bubbled up to the
surface.
You still don’t know what you had done, but there were the marks. A sigh
drifted from your lips, your left index tracing the finger bruises. Your ex had
left them there. The marks pulsed weakly, aching slightly with your delicate
touches. Another sigh and you pushed away the depressing feeling as you stepped
into the stinging, hot shower. The burn felt wonderful against your skin, like
liquid flame melting you into a new form of life, much like the legendary
phoenix.
Mid-way through enjoying the heated spray and the wonderful, heady scent of the
bath soaps you were using, a particularly loud clap of thunder jolted your
peace by immediately shutting down all sources of light and sound. A soft sigh
left your lips as you rinsed out your hair and turned off the water...not
knowing that the shower you reluctantly ended would be your last luxury.
End Notes
     The following will be found through this fic, so I thought I'd post
     it here for convenience.
     English = Russian
     First bitten, second charmed = Vpervyye ukusila, vtroy ocharoval
     Little one = Malen’kaya Odin
     My Love = Lyubov’ Moya
     Sunflower = Podsolnechnik
     I love you = Ya lyublyu tebya
     No = Nyet
     Yes = Da
     Russia = Rossiya
     Heartbroken = Ubityy gorem
     Become one with mother Russia, da? = Stan’te odnim s Rossii-matushki,
     da?
     I want you to steal my heart, just like you once stole me. = YA
     khochu, chtoby vy ukrali moye serdtse, tak zhe, kak vy odnazhdy ukral
     menya
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