His Scarf- Pt. 11- RussiaXReader

"Oh, Russia, I am so happy to see you!" Ukraine hurled herself at the tall nation, enveloping him in an extremely awkward, smothering hug. "I was so scared!"

In the main lobby of Russia's home, Ukraine had literally burst through the door without notice. So, you had been in the kitchen when she showed up, nibbling on waffles Lithuania made. Russia sent a warning look to the three Baltics, and before you could protest they scooped you up and herded you into your room. Once you were inside, they set you down and you bombarded them with questions.

"Who was that?!" Hope trickled into your veins. Perhaps a rescuer?

Latvia kicked at the carpet nervously. "No-one, Miss! Really!"

You gave him a hard glare. "Don't lie to me. It was a familiar voice…"

Lithuania smiled kindly and patted your shoulder, but you could feel him shaking slightly for some reason. "Oh, but there's no way it was someone you knew, because there is no one here, and-"

Boing, boing

The noise caught you by surprise, but immediately registered. You gasped, interrupting Lithuania's stream of words. "Ukraine!"

Immediately, Lithuania tried to deter you from your thoughts. "What? Nooo…"

"Ukraine!" Furiously, you pounded your hand on the door. "Ukraine! In here! UKRAINE!" A hand, which you guessed to be Estonia's, clamped over your mouth.

Downstairs, Ukraine looked up with huge eyes. "Did you hear something, Russia-kun?"

Russia shot a cold look to the direction of your room, and then smiled cheerily at Ukraine. "Not at all, Sister. Well, I must go to the meeting. Goodbye, have fun, da?"

Before she could stop him, Russia was out of the door and into the snow. This left Ukraine tilting her head and looking around with a big goofy grin. "I wonder where those adorable three nations are that love to help my brother so much?"

Upstairs, you opened your mouth, and then chomped down on Estonia's fingers. He yelped and clutched them to his chest tightly, mouth twisting in pain.

"You three aren't going to let me go, are you?"

They all shook their heads, and Latvia whispered, "If we do, he said it would be on…" He gulped, eyes swelling with fear. "…our heads!"

"Fine then," Determination swells inside of you, and the Baltics recognize this immediately. "I will just bust my way out, da?"

Wait.

What?

The Baltics looked at you like your head had just spun in circles, and you FELT like it had just spun in circles. Had you just said…. Da? Worse, the word sounded FAMILIAR, safe even! As soon as it rolled off of your tongue you felt warm and secure.

Oh my god, you're going insane.

"I need to get out of here." You hold up your hands, ready for a fight, but then Lithuania reached back and pulls out a small black object that you recognize easily.

A Taser.

"L-Look, I REALLY don't want to use this! Please, just stop here!"

"Nice try," You begin, "But you know I don't give up that easily, I'm America's secretary, remember?"

Lithuania sighed as the Taser buzzed to life, and you could see the electrical current at the metal ends. "I fear you act too much like America, it will get you hurt here."

Before you could move, Estonia and Latvia had you pinned against the door and Lithuania pressed the button. You yelp in pain, before raw spasms rock your body and your eyes roll back, blacking out.

…Later…

When your eyes opened once again you weren't sure whether to laugh, or start throwing things against walls. You where gently placed on your bed, head propped against a pillow and a sheet covering you from the chill inside the room. All around your bed where things to keep you occupied.

To the very right of the room was a huge stack of different colors of paints, and an easel. Just at the foot of your bed there was a large stack of American romance novels that you loved to read, as long as they had lots of angst and drama. The dying flowers in the vase on the dresser ad been replaced with big, stunning sunflowers.

On top of them trying to buy you over, your head hurt like a Mother. "Damn it… How long have I been out?" Outside the window, the morning sun had turned way bright, meaning it must be lunch time.

"I want out of this room." You frown, and then grin. "Damn it, I'm GOING to get out of this house!"

Standing from the bed, you realize you are wearing a long, flowing black nightgown and feel like hitting something. If they change you while you are unconscious one more time, you are going to start giving bruises.

Striding to the door you grab the handle and yank back, expecting it to be locked.

Sadly, it was not, and you nearly fell backwards when it flew open easily. You step into the hall and then turn to the stairs when you hear the buzzing noise.
A taser.

Knowing someone had been waiting for you, you suddenly ducked just as they lunged, then flipped them over your back.

Latvia, your attacker, hit his back on the tile full force and let out a cry of pain. He must have lost his wind, guessing by the way he was not writhing on the ground and gasping for breath. The entire attack had been silent, and because he could not breathe he could not scream for re-enforcements.

Frankly pissed he helped Lithuania taze you, you grab the taser and grin maliciously before pressing the button on  him. He immediately began to have silent spasms. You dart down the hall and then reach the stairs, whispering "Checkpoint one, accomplished."

Smiling to yourself, you reach the last step, and then have to pause. You run for the lobby, then grab the doorknob and desperately yank on it.

Locked.

Now you needed to find a way out other than the front door.

The only time you had been downstairs was with an escort of some kind to lead you to the kitchen where you got to dine if you where extra behaved. However, no-one had ever shown you a door of some kind other than the front.

Sighing, you decide your best chances are to go down a long hallway to the right. Maybe you will find Ukraine, or the way out, or a window that isn't Plexiglas.

Darting down the hall, your feet pound on the carpet and you zoom past blank wall until you reach what you had been dreading.

In front of you were six doors, all exactly the same. After those was the end of the hall.

You doubted that any of them where the way out—but what if that's what Russia wanted? It would not surprise you if he made all of the doors exactly alike on purpose, so that you would not try any of them?

"When pigs fly, he can trick me." You snarl, and go to the first door, throwing it open.

Inside was a single bed, and no furniture other than a dresser and a few Latvian flags hung on the walls. You tsk-ed, then closed the door before moving to the next. Inside was a closet blackened with shadows. It must be a supplies closet, judging by the large stacks of soap and vodka bottles.

On top of the highest stack of vodka bottles, you spot a single piece of paper and a pen. Greedily, you snatch them and stuff them into the sash around your waist, where they would be hidden. Closing that door tightly to remove any evidence of you there, you sigh deeply and look to the third door.

It was only a matter of time before someone was behind one of those doors.

Well, it might be the only chance you are free like this again.

Grabbing the smooth, cool door knob you hesitate a moment and close your eyes. Warm air gushed from under the door, and you smile at the warmth. It was freezing everywhere else in the house.

Feeling as though something momentous must be behind this door, you push it open.

A soothing wave of warmth rushed around you, brushing your cheeks and caressing your arms. Without thinking, you step inside and close the door behind yourself to escape from the clutching fingers of bitter cold.

Once the warmth encircled you, you smiled and opened your eyes.

Then you gasped loudly.

Vodka bottles littered the floor, and this room seemed to be the only one with a huge, pane less window that stretched halfway across the wall to make a huge view.

Sadly, outside there was no view other than a flurry of white snow, which stretched into oblivion as far as the eye could see.

You stepped farther into the room, kicking aside an empty vodka bottle and with wide eyes and a gaping jaw took it all in.

It was a sad place here.

The wallpaper was peeling at the top, but lower down in an array of rich yellows and greens there was a landscape of bright sunflowers. You stumbled to the wall and ran your fingers over the painted flowers, and your lips turned into a frown.

You didn't like this.

Turning to the dresser, your feelings of sadness only intensified. The dresser top had two framed pictures on it, both cracked from something heavy smashing into them.

In one picture, there was a smiling Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, Ukraine, Belarus, and Russia. You focused on his face, and how he seemed to radiate happiness; true, REAL happiness, not the sadistic fake smile he showed now. The only time you had seen him like in the picture was when…

When you woke up that first day and he was smiling down at you.

When you kicked that chair out at him and he laughingly carried you back to your room like a child.

Shaking your head to make the thoughts go away, you turn to the other picture.

Your heart sank into your stomach.

In the picture was Russia alone. He was small, you figured only a child. In the picture, his scarf was so big it touched the ground and trailed behind him a little. His eyes where big… and hollow. Broken, empty violet eyes that where wide and alert, as if expecting the camera that captured the photo to shoot at him. As you look closer, you realize that his small jacket is covered in blood-

You slam the picture down and clutch your chest.

What did he go through?

As you stumble backwards, a vodka bottle caught your heel and rolled back some, before hitting another bottle with a soft clank and stopping.

The despair was impenetrable in the air. The only comfort you could grasp was the soothing warmth in the air.

You where just about to go to the window when the door opened and the tall, large figure of Russia loomed inside the freezing hallway. His face was hidden behind his bangs, and he was scowling.

As he stepped into the room, his eyes found you and froze. In fact, his entire being froze for a second as he took in you standing in his room.

There was a long, painfully slow silence in which you dared not move in fear that the smallest motion would sent the nation into attack mode.

A huge, happy grin that made his dimples show widened on Russia's face, and he ran at you suddenly, scooping you up in his arms and cradling you to his chest like a child.

"W-Wha?" You gasped, tightly gripping his sleeve so that you did not fall, utterly confused.

"You where waiting for me to come back, Da?" Russia spun in a circle, and you squeaked, gripping more tightly.

"Stop that, you're going to drop me!"

Russia seemed to not hear you, and a bright happy aura surrounded him. "You are so cute, little one." Spinning in another circle, he giggled when you buried your face in his shoulder.

When he stopped spinning and you could stop worrying about falling from his arms, you looked up into his face and realized how happy he was.

He looked as happy as he was in that first picture, the same look he gave you when you first woke up.

You where trying to squirm out of his grasp when Estonia came busting through the door, a convulsing Latvia in his arms.

Russia's smile turned into a worried frown. "What happened?"

Estonia looked surprised to see you in Russia's arms. "S-She tased Latvia and then tried to run away!"

Russia's eyebrows shot up, and his arms stiffened around you. "Not possible. She was here, Da? Not the exit."

"M-Master Russia, s-s-she was trying to get away-"

"I will not believe it!" The sudden fury in Russia's voice made you shrink a little. "Leave, at once!"