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 around and briskly walked back the other way to finish his chores.
Russia swung his pipe over his shoulder, his smile growing wider as he walked to the door. This was always fun. The expressions of whoever was at the door when they saw his pipe was hilarious.
Though when he opened the door, it was him who was surprised.
Standing right in front of him was a little girl. She looked to be no older than four. Her (color) dress was torn and dirty, and she was breathing heavily as if she had just ran a great distance. Her (h/c) was messy and had a few leaves stuck to her head. Her (e/c) eyes were wide and fearful with tears falling down her cheeks. Russia also noticed that one of her cheeks was bruised and there was a cut on her forehead. The blood from the cut was running down her face, but she didn't seem to notice.
He was about to say something when he heard a loud shout, "(f/n)!" The little girl jumped and ran behind Russia, clinging onto his leg as if for dear life. He looked up and saw a man running towards the house. The man was holding a beer bottle and looked drunk.
When he reached the porch, he nearly doubled over trying to catch his breath.
Russia just stared at the man coldly, "What do you want?"
The man pointed at the girl hiding behind Russia's leg. "That's
.my daughter. So
.be so kind
.as to give
her back?" He said between pants.
The girl's grip on Russia's leg tightened and he looked down at her. Her eyes were full of terror and she was shaking. Clearly she did not want to go with this man. For whatever reason, Russia couldn't stand the thought of giving her to someone who was only going to hurt her, even though he had just met her.
So Russia pried the girl's arms from his leg and knelt in front of her, taking his water pipe from his shoulder. Gently he brushed his thumb over the large bruise on her cheek, she flinched. That means she had gotten it recently, "Did this man hurt you?"
The girl looked at the man, who shook his head at her, and looked back at Russia. Placing a hand on her shoulder Russia smiled, "It's okay. You can tell me."
She seemed a little reassured by this and slowly nodded her head.
"You little brat!" the man spat as he moved forward, raising the beer bottle over his head, "I'll teach you to disobey me!"
The girl yelped and rushed into Russia's chest. Russia swung his pipe and struck the man below the knee. There was a loud crack and the man screamed in pain, collapsing on the ground.
Russia stood up, holding the girl protectively to his chest in one arm. An evil look crossed his face and there seemed to be a purple aura emitting from him. He pointed his pipe at the man and said darkly, "If you don't want your other leg broken, I suggest you leave. Now."
The man managed to stand up again be clinging onto the porch rail. "Fine!", he yelled, "You can keep the brat! You can-" He didn't get to finish because Russia ha slammed the door in his face. Grumbling, the man began to limp back the way he came.
Lithuania quickly ran in, hearing all the noise, "Mr. Russia what's going on?!" He noticed the shaking girl in Russia's arms, "And why do you have a child?"
Russia gave him his child like smile and Lithuania shuddered slightly, "Nothing. There was just a minor disturbance. And this girl will be staying with us for a while."
The girl's head shot up as Russia moved into the kitchen, leaving Lithuania speechless in the hallway.
Russia set the girl on the counter near the sink, but noticed that she was still shaking, watching him with fearful eyes.
He cupped her unbruised cheek, "Hey, it's okay. The bad man is gone now. He wont hurt you anymore. And if someone else tries to hurt you, they're going to have me to deal with, da."
Her shaking subsided a little and said in a quiet voice, "So you're not going to hurt me?"
Russia set his pipe on the table, "Of course not." He grabbed a washcloth and put it under warm water from the sink. Brushing the girl's (h/c) hair from her face, he began to clean up the blood from the cut on her forehead. "What is your name?"
"(f/n)" ,she said shyly. She had lost the fear in her (e/c) eyes, but she was a little nervous around the large man.
"(f/n). That's a very pretty name, da." (f/n) flinched when he brushed the cut with the washcloth and some tears fell from her eyes. Russia wiped the tears away with his thumb, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
(f/n) nodded in understanding.
Lithuania was standing in the doorway and was completely stunned. He had never heard Russia tell someone that he was sorry and mean it. Also, he had never seen Russia be this gentle to anyone, only when he was handling his sunflowers.
Russia knew that Lithuania was there, and when (f/n)'s face was free of blood he turned towards him, "Lithuania, could please get a Band-Aid for (f/n)'s cut?"
Lithuania snapped out of his thoughts and nodded, "Yes sir!" He ran off and quickly returned, handing a Band-Aid to Russia.
Russia peeled off the paper and gently placed the Band-Aid over her cut. Then he kissed it, which surprised Lithuania even more. "Is that better?" ,Russia smiled softly at her
For the first time, (f/n) smiled. It was small, but it was a smile none the less. She said in her quiet voice, "Yes, thank you." Then she reached around Russia's neck and hugged him, burying her face in his scarf.
Now Lithuania feared for the poor girl's life. Whenever someone so much as touched Russia's scarf, he'd beat them to a bloody pulp.
But Russia was only surprised at (f/n)'s bold move. He was also feeling something he had never felt before. It was a warm feeling and it seemed to be coming from deep inside his chest. Somehow he knew it was directed towards the girl that was holding him.
After a moments hesitation, Russia wrapped his strong arms around the small girl's frame. He held her tightly, yet gently against him for a few moments. The warmth spread from his chest to the rest of his body.
Then Russia lifted (f/n) off the counter and carried her to where he had been reading the newspaper. Sitting back down, he started to stroke her (h/l) (h/c) hair.
(f/n looked up at him with tired eyes. Who knows how long she had been running from the drunk man. "Are you going to be my daddy now?" ,she asked with a yawn.
The warm feeling got a lot warmer at what (f/n) called him, and he liked it. "Da." He kissed the top of her head and within moments, she was sound asleep.
Lithuania came out of his shocked daze and cautiously walked towards Russia. Not wanting to anger him or wake the sleeping girl. Russia didn't take notice of him though, for he was still stroking (f/n)'s hair with a loving expression on his face.
"Um, Mr. Russia?" Lithuania asked nervously.
Russia didn't look up, "Da? What is it?"
"Uh, I was just wondering
.Are you really going to keep this girl?"
Russia's head wiped towards to trembling country, his violet eyes becoming colder than a snowstorm. "What do you mean? Are you saying that she should go back to that drunk bastard?" His voice became lower and he practically spat out the last words.
Lithuania started to panic, "N-no! Of c-course not! I would never want to do that! It's just that (f/n)'s mother might love her unlike her father, and she must be worried sick about (f/n)-"
Russia didn't hear anymore of what Lithuania was saying.
Love. Is that what the warm feeling within Russia is? He looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms and felt a surge of warmth. Yes, it had to be. Even though he had just found the girl on his doorstep not a half hour ago, Russia loved (f/n). and he didn't want her to leave. If she did, it felt as if something would break inside of him.
He came out of his thoughts and saw that Lithuania was still in his panicked ramble, "And raising a child would be a lot of hard work and-"
"Lithuania" Russia said sternly to shut him up.
Lithuania gulped, fearing the worst, "Y-yes sir?"
Russia looked at him with a hard expression, "I know very well that raising a child is hard work. As for (f/n)'s mother, I will see where she is-if she is even alive-and see if she wants (f/n). If not, or if (f/n)'s mother is as bad as her father, then from now on I am her father." Russia's face softened slightly, "But, we don't need to worry about that until tomorrow." He stood up from the chair, cradling (f/n) in his arms, and headed for his bedroom.
Once there, he laid (f/n) underneath the covers of the oversized bed. He took a step back and watched her sleep for a few moments. She looked so vulnerable. It pained Russia to think that someone could possibly harm something as helpless and fragile as a small child.
She was like a sunflower. Bright and beautiful, yet delicate and easily hurt. Russia smiled, his little sunflower. Then he frowned when he saw her hurt face. What else has the poor child suffered through? Well, (f/n) would suffer no more. Now she had someone who actually cared for her and wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt her.
Russia took off his overcoat and scarf and laid them on a nearby chair. Then he crawled into bed next to (f/n). Soon he fell asleep, with his little sunflower in his arms.