Chapter 35

( Russia's POV again)

     Russia and Israel were running as fast as they could. Russia remembered how he and Germany had to run away from Reich in the woods that one time. It was basically the same situation, but Israel was running with him, and Germany was in his arms. He held tight to the German; all they had to do was get to his house.

      From behind them, Reich was screaming at them. Russia could only make out certain words from his sentences.

" Commie!...My faggot son!...I'll kill you!.."

     Russia was glad he couldn't hear what Reich was saying. Frankly, he didn't care how many threats he threw at him; he was not going to stop until Germany was out of harm's way. Russia was actually a little frightened; Germany hadn't moved very much since they escaped. Russia could only hope that his boyfriend was okay at the moment.

     Looking behind him, Russia saw that Reich was starting to get farther and farther away. He was fast, but he and Israel were  faster. Neither dared to slow down, though; they were ahead now, but Reich was persistent. He would not stop until he got what he wanted.

     Soon enough, they came to Russia's house. Wasting no time, Israel ran up and pounded on the door. Russia yelled for his dad in hopes of getting a response faster.

" DAD! LET US IN!"

Soviet quickly opened the door. Russia and Israel shot inside.

" Close it!" Russia yelled to Israel. He obeyed and hastily shut the door.

" What the hell is going on? And Russia, what are you holding?" Soviet asked in confusion.

" There's not much time to explain," Russia said, panting. " Dad... this is Germany."

     Soviet was now even more confused. He looked closer at the short country Russia was holding. The moment he realized that it was indeed Germany, he couldn't help but be utterly taken aback.

" H-How!?.." He stuttered.

" We'll explain later. But right now, an angry Reich is on his way."

     Soviet's eyes widened. For a second, Russia thought he could see rage burning in his father's yellow eye. Soviet didn't speak at first.

" Ukraine! Estonia!" Soviet finally yelled. Both came from wherever they were in your house.

" Grab your siblings. Get to Russia's room and lock the door."

     Ukraine and Estonia looked at each other, then nodded and carried out the order. Within a minute, all of Russia's brothers and sisters had been rounded up and were in Russia's room. Usually, he didn't like his siblings being in his room; however, it was an emergency. Russia's room was the largest, and all of his siblings could fit in there at once.

" Israel, you should probably go with them," Russia suggested. " If anything goes south, you'll be up there to protect my siblings. Don't let any of them get hurt."

Israel nodded and went into Russia's room.

     Russia laid Germany on the couch. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at his surroundings before looking up at Russia.

"...Where am I? How did I get inside Russia's house?" He said softly.

" Don't worry about it. You're okay now. Just rest on the couch, okay?"

"My dad..h-he wants to hurt you!.."

" I know. It will be okay, I promise."

     No sooner had the words left his mouth when someone began to pound on the door. Soviet pushed his back against the door to keep Reich from getting in. Russia could tell that the door couldn't take much more. After several more times, Reich managed to ram the door open, slamming Soviet into the wall in the process.

" Give. Me. My. Son. Back!" Reich hissed.

" No!" Russia yelled, stepping in front of Germany defensively. " I know what horrible things you've dont to him! You own son! I won't let you lay a hand on him!"

Reich chuckled. Russia growled and felt rage boiling in his system.

" Foolish commie. You've stepped in the wrong territory."

       Reich suddenly lunged at Russia. He grabbed Russia by the throat and threw him to the floor. Russia's head was throbbing, but he couldn't let Reich near Germany.

     Just as Reich was about to reach Germany, someone screamed. Russia looked to see Ukraine zoom down the stairs and body-slam Reich. He then helped Russia up off the floor.

" Thanks, man," Russia said.

" No problem. Now, go get him!"

     Ukraine ran as fast as he could back upstairs. Russia brushed himself off and kicked Reich in the face. Reich licked his blood off his bottom lip and gave him a wicked smile.

" Good work, son," Soviet suddenly said, coming out from behind the door.

" Now it's my turn."

He then turned to Reich.

" You may have laid hands on your son-"

Soviet grabbed Reich by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"-But you never will again. And you will never-"

Soviet slammed him to the wall.

"- Lay hands on my son!"

      As soon as he said that, Soviet went to work. He pinned Reich to the wall and ruthlessly punched his face. He then set him down and high kicked him in the face. Finally, Soviet opened the door. Grabbing Reich, he stepped back before throwing him out of the house. He shut the door and locked it.

" That'll teach him," Soviet said.

     All of Russia's siblings emerged from his room. Soviet tackle-hugged Ukraine and congratulated him on the surprise attack.

     Meanwhile, Russia turned around and sat on the floor in front of Germany. He gently placed his hand on the German's face. It hurt Russia to think about how long Germany had to endure Reich's abuse. How could someone hurt their own child, let alone hurt one as kind and well-behaved as Germany?

" R-Russia?" Germany said quietly.

" Yes, it's me."

" A-Are you okay?.."

" My head hurts a little, but besides that, yeah, I'm fine."

" But are you okay?" Soviet asked Germany, walking over and sitting next to Russia.

" Your dad really did all of this to you?"

Russia assumed that Soviet was referring to the fresh cuts and bruises Germany had.

" J-ja.."

     Russia's dad looked at his son's boyfriend in disbelief. Russia didn't blame him; he knew Reich was bad, but he didn't know the extent of his awfulness until he saw Germany.

" How often would he hurt you?" Soviet asked in a serious voice.

" Every day.."

" For how long?"

" Years.. as f-far back as I can remember.."

     Soviet said nothing. Russia saw his fists clench. He was a tall guy, but had a lot of heart, especially for the ones he loved. He loved each and every one of his kids and did his best to support all of them.

Naturally, child abuse in his mind was intolerable.

" Germany?" He said after several moments of silence.

" Ja?"

" You are safe here, okay?"

"Okay.."

" I'm going to keep you safe and away from your father. He's not going to hurt you anymore."

Russia saw that there were tears rolling down his father's cheeks.

" We're going to get you cleaned up, okay?"

" Okay."

     Soviet left to go get whatever he needed. Russia didn't move from where he sat on the floor.

" Russia?" 

" Yes, Ger?"

" T-thank you.."

" For what?"

" Protecting me.."

Russia smiled and gently kissed Germany's forehead.

" I should be thanking you. You kept me away from your father. Who knows what he would have done to me! Besides... that's what lovers do. Protect one another."

For the first time since they had escaped Reich's house, Germany smiled. 

( Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! It's late today, but I died while trying to finish it :/

Today is likely going to be an "Art Day". I actually have enough motivation to do something decent today. Also it's Pride Month and I have to do something gay, right?)

Translations:

Ja-yes (in German)

Story word count: 1, 277 words