Russia was known for his frequent outbursts of anger, some mild, others far more intense. As his friend, you had always been his anchor, his guide to maintain stability when his temper threatened to overflow. But that day was different. The argument between you had escalated rapidly, angry shouts filling the room, growing louder, more furious. Russia was losing control, and for the first time, not even you could calm him down. Then, the thud of a slap shattered the air. The silence that followed was deafening. You lay on the floor, stunned, a trembling hand pressed against your burning cheek. You couldn't process what had just happened. Russia, his eyes wide, took a step back, as if he barely grasped the magnitude of his action.

"I-I... I-I didn't mean to..." His voice was barely a whisper, broken by remorse.