Soviet's death was hard on Russia and his siblings, but mostly on Russia. As the oldest, he carried a massive responsibility on his shoulders without his father around — taking care of his younger siblings. It often burned him out, so much so that on some days, he wished for nothing more than to lock himself in his room and cry until he fell asleep. But he had to be strong — for them.

Russia had developed anger issues, and every little thing threw him off. It wasn't his fault; he couldn't help it. Still, he often felt guilty about it.

It was late at night, and Russia was lying in bed, smoking a cigarette and scrolling on his phone. The moonlight shone on his bare, muscular chest.