[Drabble] Paper Flowers by Evanescence gives plot bunnies
Title: Crashing Down
Author:
haruki_emishi
Character(s): Russia
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Well I really got inspired to write this last night, and I wasn't sure if I COULD put just an Ivan-centric fic here but I will try anyhow.
The night was chilling the very earth to it's core as the air fell thick with snow. Unpleasant wind whipped and raced uninhibited through the forest shaking the tree branches. Any leaves that had clung to hope upon the branches were blown off and scattered off into the darkened sky. General Winter was so cruel to life as he did his very best to choke all the happiness and vitality from it without a second thought. No one could even venture too far from their abode without feeling the bite of the cold through their adornments. However the snow had fresh footprints in it that was not yet covered up by the snow blowing around haphazardly. They were leading straight through the thick of trees towards the top of a hill that overlooked a comfortable looking establishment. Another quick burst of icy air shot through the trees rattling the twigs along the forest floor, and whipped up past the figure blowing their long tan coat and pink scarf upwards violently. The man stood there still--silent--his violet eyes gazing up at the cloudy gray sky with the most unreadable expression. As the wind started to die down around him he lowered his head glancing down at the home just beyond the hill with a ghost of a smile. No matter how much he smiled there were things that could not let the gesture reach his ever watching eyes. Even the sight of his own abode wasn't enough to make Ivan cheerful even though he had been wishing to rest his cold and weary body. Perhaps a bottle of vodka by the fireplace was in order. With heavy feet he trekked the length of the hill carefully as not to slip on any ice or rocks hidden in the deepening snow. After World War Two things were quite promising as he had led the campaign to control most of Germany, and plus a good half of Eastern Europe was under his iron grip. Ah yes ...finally they had become one with Russia, finally. It was just as he had always wished and wanted wasn't it? The good things were finally happening after years of waiting with dwindling patience and hope.
Then it all came crashing down ...
The hard work was suddenly seemingly wasted as Soviet Russia collapsed. Just like that. Not even a warning nor was it a slow process, it just seemed to occur as sudden as an avalanche with as much destruction. The feeling of having that power, the control, RIPPED from him within the span of a few years was unbearable, unheard of! Ivan stood there helpless to do anything after exhausting all possible scenarios. He reached out for help, for once, Russia had REACHED out for help but there was no one there to answer his call, to grab his hand, and it all fell down. The glory of Russia was now reduced to poverty, famine, civil unrest, and utter helplessness. He cursed America so damn much. So damn much. What that man had done to him .....it was unforgivable. Ivan stopped halfway down and clenched his fist attempting to calm the rage boiling and bubbling up. Why was it that he had done so much to help those around him? Even if many did not view his actions as kindness he was still there to provide. To do so when other countries were not capable of lifting themselves up! When they needed a powerful ally HE was there with his armies and supplies, military expertise, to guide and help the cause.
"Why is it when I need someone to do the same ...when I swallow my pride after all I did...they let go of my hand. They cut their ties, turn their backs, betray my trust, go like cowards....bastards. I hate them they sicken me. Deceptive. All of my "allies" only were they when convenient for them...." The calm demeanor broke as a malicious feeling crept from him, his eyes were now narrowed and alive with a crazed look. They all stood there laughing and watching him as he fell back into this abyss of turmoil that he had to deal with again. As always Russia must take the brunt of the damage and torment from outside and internal forces that were beyond his control. His aspirations for a better place were stripped away, and no matter what his sisters said it was not okay. It wasn't.
"America, Germany, Italy, England ...all of them ....all of them. I need to regroup I want to make them know the grave mistake they made. If I could just get enough together I will hit America first without second thought. How dare he ....that hypoctical bastard. Setting himself on such a mighty and glorious pedastal like he is some sort of hero. WHAT kind of hero is he ...?" Ivan's mind was racing with the jumbled thoughts of anger and despair. This thought was the only thing that made the most sense to him right now. Somehow America had tricked the whole world into believing he was the shining example, the CENTER of the world. It made him sick to his very stomach. For someone to be so conceited and saturated with delusions of grandeur. Not even England was THAT deluded, and he was once the most powerful nation in the world. Ivan brought a gloved hand to his eye to quickly dash away the tears of frustration that were forming. He took a few more steps and suddenly whirled around and slammed his fist into the nearby tree trunk, again, again, he kept doing it till his hand hurt. Looking up through his bangs he gritted his teeth and clutched the trunk with both hands now pressing his forehead to it. The snow started to fall more softly now the wind dying down completely now. As the air fell still Ivan slid down the tree slowly his shoulders shaking a little bit.
I am aboslutely lost ...the world mocks me now, laughs at me, they all do. I am weakened, I, Russia am weakened to the point I need a hand, anyone. Isn't anyone... ? Why won't they...? Was I not fair.....helpful.....kind? Estonia, Lativa, Germany.....someone....please.....
He sank to his knees gripping the tree head hung down looking at the ground. The intensity of his loss and the pain of his people swirled inside of him, weighing his already fragile pysche. Feeling despaired and ruined Ivan Braginski, Russia, once the most powerful and respected nation on earth dissolved into quiet sobs. Alone.
Author:
haruki_emishi
Character(s): Russia
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Well I really got inspired to write this last night, and I wasn't sure if I COULD put just an Ivan-centric fic here but I will try anyhow.
The night was chilling the very earth to it's core as the air fell thick with snow. Unpleasant wind whipped and raced uninhibited through the forest shaking the tree branches. Any leaves that had clung to hope upon the branches were blown off and scattered off into the darkened sky. General Winter was so cruel to life as he did his very best to choke all the happiness and vitality from it without a second thought. No one could even venture too far from their abode without feeling the bite of the cold through their adornments. However the snow had fresh footprints in it that was not yet covered up by the snow blowing around haphazardly. They were leading straight through the thick of trees towards the top of a hill that overlooked a comfortable looking establishment. Another quick burst of icy air shot through the trees rattling the twigs along the forest floor, and whipped up past the figure blowing their long tan coat and pink scarf upwards violently. The man stood there still--silent--his violet eyes gazing up at the cloudy gray sky with the most unreadable expression. As the wind started to die down around him he lowered his head glancing down at the home just beyond the hill with a ghost of a smile. No matter how much he smiled there were things that could not let the gesture reach his ever watching eyes. Even the sight of his own abode wasn't enough to make Ivan cheerful even though he had been wishing to rest his cold and weary body. Perhaps a bottle of vodka by the fireplace was in order. With heavy feet he trekked the length of the hill carefully as not to slip on any ice or rocks hidden in the deepening snow. After World War Two things were quite promising as he had led the campaign to control most of Germany, and plus a good half of Eastern Europe was under his iron grip. Ah yes ...finally they had become one with Russia, finally. It was just as he had always wished and wanted wasn't it? The good things were finally happening after years of waiting with dwindling patience and hope.
Then it all came crashing down ...
The hard work was suddenly seemingly wasted as Soviet Russia collapsed. Just like that. Not even a warning nor was it a slow process, it just seemed to occur as sudden as an avalanche with as much destruction. The feeling of having that power, the control, RIPPED from him within the span of a few years was unbearable, unheard of! Ivan stood there helpless to do anything after exhausting all possible scenarios. He reached out for help, for once, Russia had REACHED out for help but there was no one there to answer his call, to grab his hand, and it all fell down. The glory of Russia was now reduced to poverty, famine, civil unrest, and utter helplessness. He cursed America so damn much. So damn much. What that man had done to him .....it was unforgivable. Ivan stopped halfway down and clenched his fist attempting to calm the rage boiling and bubbling up. Why was it that he had done so much to help those around him? Even if many did not view his actions as kindness he was still there to provide. To do so when other countries were not capable of lifting themselves up! When they needed a powerful ally HE was there with his armies and supplies, military expertise, to guide and help the cause.
"Why is it when I need someone to do the same ...when I swallow my pride after all I did...they let go of my hand. They cut their ties, turn their backs, betray my trust, go like cowards....bastards. I hate them they sicken me. Deceptive. All of my "allies" only were they when convenient for them...." The calm demeanor broke as a malicious feeling crept from him, his eyes were now narrowed and alive with a crazed look. They all stood there laughing and watching him as he fell back into this abyss of turmoil that he had to deal with again. As always Russia must take the brunt of the damage and torment from outside and internal forces that were beyond his control. His aspirations for a better place were stripped away, and no matter what his sisters said it was not okay. It wasn't.
"America, Germany, Italy, England ...all of them ....all of them. I need to regroup I want to make them know the grave mistake they made. If I could just get enough together I will hit America first without second thought. How dare he ....that hypoctical bastard. Setting himself on such a mighty and glorious pedastal like he is some sort of hero. WHAT kind of hero is he ...?" Ivan's mind was racing with the jumbled thoughts of anger and despair. This thought was the only thing that made the most sense to him right now. Somehow America had tricked the whole world into believing he was the shining example, the CENTER of the world. It made him sick to his very stomach. For someone to be so conceited and saturated with delusions of grandeur. Not even England was THAT deluded, and he was once the most powerful nation in the world. Ivan brought a gloved hand to his eye to quickly dash away the tears of frustration that were forming. He took a few more steps and suddenly whirled around and slammed his fist into the nearby tree trunk, again, again, he kept doing it till his hand hurt. Looking up through his bangs he gritted his teeth and clutched the trunk with both hands now pressing his forehead to it. The snow started to fall more softly now the wind dying down completely now. As the air fell still Ivan slid down the tree slowly his shoulders shaking a little bit.
I am aboslutely lost ...the world mocks me now, laughs at me, they all do. I am weakened, I, Russia am weakened to the point I need a hand, anyone. Isn't anyone... ? Why won't they...? Was I not fair.....helpful.....kind? Estonia, Lativa, Germany.....someone....please.....
He sank to his knees gripping the tree head hung down looking at the ground. The intensity of his loss and the pain of his people swirled inside of him, weighing his already fragile pysche. Feeling despaired and ruined Ivan Braginski, Russia, once the most powerful and respected nation on earth dissolved into quiet sobs. Alone.