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) as she is over Russia.
It is now early December and there's already a considerable amount of snow. (f/n) absolutely loved playing in the snow. Ravis usually played with her and when he wasn't working, he joined them. They build snowmen, had snowball fights, or just chased each other through the snow.
One day, everyone was in the living room enjoying some hot chocolate in front of the fire after playing in the cold. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Now who could that be?" Russia wondered out loud.
Lithuania stood up, "I have no idea." He walked over to the door and answered it.
Outside was a man with a scraggly beard and bloodshot eyes. He only had on a long sleeved shirt and jeans, and thus was shivering in the cold.
Lithuania didn't recognize this man and had no idea who he was or why he was there, "Um, hello? Is there something I can help you with?"
When the man spoke, Lithuania could smell alcohol on his breath. "Yes. That big Russian guy took my daughter. I want her back."
Lithuania's eyes widened, hoping that he didn't hear what he thought he just heard, "Wh-what!?"
"You heard me. I'm not gonna repeat myself."
Lithuania looked into the living room, then back at the man, "Um, just wait here sir." then he closed the door and went back into the living room. "Mr. Russia, you might want to come here."
Russia looked up, "Why? Is there something wrong?"
"Sort of" Lithuania looked back at the door nervously.
"Alright." Reluctantly, Russia stood up and turned to (f/n), who had been sitting next to him. "I'll be right back (f/n)."
(f/n) smiled, "Okay, Papa."
Seeing his little girl smile made Russia smile too as he walked to the door.
However, when he opened the door his smile vanished. At the same time his violet eyes grew cold and his voice darker. For standing on his porch was (f/n)'s father, the man who had brought her so much pain. "What do you want?" Russia practically growled.
The man stood up straighter, but Russia was much taller so it made no difference. "I came to take my daughter back."
Russia's eyes narrowed, "Why? All you ever did was hurt her."
The man shrugged. "She's a kid. And kids need to be punished every now and again. And she's MY kid, so I want her back."
Russia's fists clenched at his sides and he had to hold back the urge to wring the man's throat then and there. His voice became colder than ice. "Do you honestly think that I'm just going to hand her over to you? After you made her life a living hell? I will not allow for my precious (f/n) to be hurt ever again." Even though his voice never raised, each word dripped with venom and held a promise of pain.
Them man, however, did raise his voice. "She's MY kid! As her father I demand her to be returned to me!"
That was it.
Russia grabbed the man by his shirt collar and yanked him to eye level. A dark aura spread from his body and his eyes seemed to burn straight through the shorter man. "I will do no such thing. She is happy here, something she'll never be with you, and I want to keep it that way. I also want you to leave and never return. If I see your sorry face around here again or if you bring harm to (f/n) in any way, I will end you. And I will make it a painful, slow end." With each word, Russia voice seemed to grow darker.
At this point, the man's eyes were wide and he was trembling wildly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, shut it quickly, opened it and shut it again. He looked rather like a fish out of water. Russia scoffed at this, then practically threw the man several feet from the porch and slammed the door shut. He turned to Lithuania, "If you hear anymore knocking, ignore it." Lithuania nodded, trembling slightly. He hated seeing Russia like that, it scared the crap out of him.
With his dark aura still surrounding him, Russia walked back into the living room. He was greeted by the sight by a wide eyed (f/n) with fear written all over her face. Slowly she turned her head towards Russia. "That
that was my father. Wasn't it?"
Russia's dark aura dissipated and his expression softened. He sat down next to (f/n), put her in his lap, and held her close to him. "Da, it was" he said softly, "But don't worry, I made him go away. I'm not going to let him hurt you again. I promise."
(f/n) calmed down a little. She knew how strong Russia was, and that making him angry was a death wish. If he said that he wasn't going to let her get hurt again, he meant it. Although, despite the comfort that her Papa gave her, she was still afraid of her father. Especially when he got drunk.
Russia saw this and held (f/n) closer to him. "You don't need to be afraid of him anymore (f/n). In order to get to you, he has to get past me."
Latvia, who hated seeing (f/n) like this, piped up, "Yeah, and to beat Mr. Russia in a fight is impossible!"
Russia chuckled, "Da, it's true."
After a few minutes (f/n) gave a huge yawn and started to rub her eyes. So, Russia picked her up and carried her to her room.
When (f/n) was under the covers she looked up at Russia, "Papa, you'll protect me right?"
Russia smiled and kissed her forehead, "Of course, Sunflower. I'll always protect you no matter what. Now, go to sleep. Goodnight."
(f/n) yawned, "Goodnight, Papa. I love you."
"I love you too." Russia turned off the light and closed the door before heading to his own bedroom.
Later that night (f/n woke to a loud noise outside. She sat up in bed and listened for a minute. She didn't here anything and decided that it must've been the wind or something.
Hardly a few minutes after laying back down, she heard something hit the side of the house. And someone yelling. (f/n) was awake instantly and sat stock straight. She recognized that voice. It was the voice of her father.
Quickly (f/n) got out of bed. Before she could reach her bedroom door, however, the window burst open, releasing glass all over the room and allowing her father to come inside. "Hey (f/n). Miss me?"
(f/n) screamed and tried to run into the hallway to Russia's room, but her father was too quick. He put a hand over her mouth and held a knife to her throat. "If I were you kido, I'd keep my mouth shut. We don't want that big Russian coming in here."
(f/n) didn't struggle. She knew it would be impossible to wrestle out of his grip because one: she's only four and a half, and isn't the strongest in the world; and two: he was holding a knife to her throat. When her father got like this, he wasn't afraid to use any kind of weapon he got his hands on. She has the scars to prove it too.
Moving back to the broken window, he took the knife from her throat and moved his arm from her mouth to under her arms, so that he could carry her and go down the ladder at the same time. "Make any noise and you'll pay" he muttered as he started climbing down the ladder he had put up against the house. (f/n) bit her bottom lip to keep in any whimpers and she shivered in the sudden blast of cold air.
When they reached the ground they heard Russia yell, "(f/n)!"
(f/n)'s father chuckled, "He'll never catch us." Then he started running through the snow.
When Russia heard (f/n) scream, he ran to her room as fast as his legs would carry him. He slammed her door open and exclaimed, "(f/n), what's wrong!?"
Then he realized that (f/n) wasn't in her bed and that the window was broken, allowing a cold wind to blow in.
"(f/n)!" Russia yelled and ran to the broken window. Outside, he saw a ladder propped against the house and saw a figure running through the light snowfall. Russia knew without a doubt that the figure was (f/n)'s father and that he now had his (f/n). his sunflower. His daughter.
Someone else would've climbed down the ladder in that instant, but Russia knew better. He knew that the light snowfall would soon change into a blizzard. So without any hesitation, Russia ran back to his room and changed into clothes that would keep him warm during the storm. Then he grabbed his faucet pipe and was out the door before one of the Baltics could even ask what was going on.
Russia went to the side of the house where (f/n)'s room is. He come to the base of the ladder and found what he was looking for: footprints. Russia turned in the direction they pointed and started following them.
On the outside, Russia seemed completely calm and otherwise emotionless. But really, he wasn't calm at all. He was full of worry and anger. Worry that (f/n) had gotten hurt or worse, and anger at her father. How dare someone even try to hurt (f/n) and take her away from him?
Russia held his pipe so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had just promised (f/n) that he would always protect her, now her life is in danger! (f/n)'s father will be severely punished for trying to hurt her again. This will never happen again, and Russia will make sure of that.
Looking up from the rapidly disappearing footprints, Russia saw (f/n)'s father walking not too far ahead of him. He saw the man stumble and heard a loud string of curses. Then he heard (f/n) yell in pain.
Newfound rage exploded within Russia. He couldn't stand (f/n) being in pain.
The wind picked up and the snow started to fall harder. General Winter was on Russia's side.
Quickening his pace, Russia began to close the distance between him and (f/n)'s captor. However, he didn't want the man to know that he was there until it was too late.
(f/n) clutched her arm as tears streamed down her face.
A strong gust of wind had caused her father's grip to lessen. Seeing her chance, (f/n) had bit his hand in hopes the he would drop her, allowing her to escape.
That hadn't worked as planned.
Oh, he did drop her. But her feet had barely touched the ground before he snatched her up again, cursing and calling her the most ungrateful child ever, along with some other things.
As punishment, he cut the side of (f/n)'s arm from wrist to elbow.
Now on top of being cold and scared, (f/n) a large cut that wouldn't stop bleeding.
Suddenly, her father's legs flew out from under him and he screamed in pain. Before he hit the ground, (f/n) was ripped from his grasp and pressed into a warm chest.
(f/n) looked up and saw warm, concerned violet eyes.
"Papa!" she yelled. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his scarf.
Russia held her tighter to his chest, rubbing her back to soothe her. "You're going to be okay now, Sunflower. I'm here. I promised that I would always protect you."
"Hey" (f/n)'s father tried to stand up, but yelled in pain and fell back in the snow. Both of his legs were broken. "You can't
just take my kid!" he said through his teeth as he reached for his knife, but Russia had taken that too.
Russia narrowed his eyes and they went from warm and caring, to cold and murderous. He said in an unforgiving voice, "I can and I will. I'm not leaving her where she'll be killed." Russia raised his pipe over his head and the man's eyes widened. Russia made sure that (f/n) wasn't looking and said, "And I'm going to make sure you never hurt her again" before bringing his pipe down hard on the man's head.
There was a loud crack and the the man's skull caved in on itself. The man fell back into the snow, never to rise again.
Russia wrapped both arms around (f/n), whose sobs were starting to subside. "It's over now (f/n). He's gone forever, so he'll never hurt you again." Then he felt something warm and wet on her arm. He pulled his hand back and saw blood on it. "(f/n)
"He cut me. I tried to get away. But I couldn't, and he cut me" (f/n) whimpered. She still had her face buried in Russia's scarf, not wanting to see the dead body of her father.
"Let me see." Carefully, Russia took her arms from around his neck and set her down on the ground. He took her arm and examined the wound. "It's not that deep, but it should be wrapped up for the walk home."
Unfortunately, Russia had forgotten to bring bandages or medical supplies. He had been too concerned with getting (f/n) back. Then his eyes fell on the body of her father. Russia reached over and ripped off a part of his shirt.
After using it to wrap up (f/n)'s arm, he picked her up and put her under his coat. then he started to walk home.
By the time they got home, (f/n) was already half asleep. Russia was also very tired. But before he could do anything, he had to give (f/n)'s arm proper medical care.
When he opened the door, however, he was immediately confronted by his little sister Belarus. The moment she saw them, she brought them both into a tight hug. "Big Brother you're okay! How's (f/n)? Is she hurt? Where's that bastard of a father so I can teach him a lesson?"
"Dead" Russia simply said.
Belarus took a step back, "What?"
"(f/n)'s father is dead, I killed him. And (f/n) is fine. She just has a cut on her arm, that I must now treat."
Immediately, Latvia ran off to get the first aid kit.
Russia handed Estonia his faucet pipe, "Could you put this away?"
Estonia nodded and took the pipe, "Yes sir."
With Belarus and Lithuania following him, Russia walked into the kitchen and set (f/n) on the table. She blinked and looked up at Belarus, "Hello Auntie."
Belarus smiled, "Hello sweetie."
Lithuania handed Russia a wet washcloth, which Russia used to clean up (f/n)'s arm.
He looked at Belarus, "I thought you weren't coming over for another week." Belarus had been planning to visit Russia and (f/n). She really loved (f/n) now and thought of her as her niece.
"Toris called and told me that (f/n) had disappeared, and we all figured that it was her father who did it. There was no way I was going to stay home when my niece was in trouble."
"What about Katyusha?" Russia asked as Latvia ran into the kitchen with the first aid kit.
Belarus shrugged, "Her boss wouldn't let her come."
Russia grunted and nodded as he put medication on (f/n)'s wound. Then he wrapped it up with bandages.
(f/n) winced a little and Russia kissed it when he was finished to make it feel better.
(f/n) gave a large yawn and Russia picked her up. "Well, I think we've had enough excitement for one day. Goodnight everybody." With that Russia trudged up the stairs to his bedroom.
(f/n) won't be able to sleep in her room again until the window was fixed, otherwise she might get sick in the cold.
However, Russia knew that she won't sleep on her own again for a long time. She'll most likely start to have nightmares because of what happened that night, but Russia will always be there for her. Always.