Russia x Reader Chapter 17

 -Russia's POV.

 I run through the snowy streets, fighting through the pain that burns all over my body. It hurts immensely, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from screaming as I reach _____'s house. Throwing open the door, I run to the bathroom and lock myself inside, curling up in a ball and holding my head.
 I found a whimper of pain escaping my throat. A few hot tears run down my cheeks as more fiery pain explodes in my chest. It just hurts... It hurts so bad.  
 Suddenly, my vision is filled with white, and everything goes cold, as if I was thrown into a blizzard without any clothes. Shivering at the intense cold, I try to shield by eyes from the unbearable bright white, but to no avail. Closing my eyes, I found that the brightness would even shine through my eyelids.
 I cover my eyes in a desperate attempt to block out the light, only earning a bit of relief from the assault on my retinas. Now the temperature drops, lower and lower. I've never been this cold. Huddling up the best I can, I find myself slowly becoming drowsy.
 The temperature keeps dropping, slowing down my heartbeat. I suddenly stop shivering, and my mind slowly drifts into unconsciousness as the temperature continues to drop, and a cold wind swirls around me.

 I woke up outside, completely buried in snow. Blinking in confusion, I dug my way out of it and stood, shaking the snow from my hair. Looking around, I saw that I was outside _____'s home.
 But why? What happened... Frowning, I walked over to a window of the cute little house, and gazed at my reflection. I didn't recognize the man staring back at me. Flinching in surprise, I stumbled back, and looked behind me.  There was no one.
 My eyes narrowing, I went back to the window, looking back at my reflection. ...This can't be me. Moving a hand in front of my face, I see the motion copied by the man in the mirror. ...Is this me? Placing  a hand on my cheek and tilting my head, I look into the man's eyes. ...This is me.
 Gradually, the features of my reflection became familiar. Gradually, a few soft memories floated into my mind. Some snow, the scarf I wear around my neck.... Then everything, my whole life, violently burst back into my mind.
 Hissing in pain, I clutch my head, waiting for it to subside. After a few minutes,  the throbbing pain melted away, and I began to remember my life.
 I remember being bullied.
 I remember my big sister Ukraine giving me her favorite scarf.
 I remember being alone.
 I remember being in pain.
 But most of all, I remember her.
 I remember _____.

 It was the day after Christmas. I was alone again. I knew that half a world away, America was having another Christmas part with his many friends, probably having the time of his life in a warm house somewhere, annoying people and eating a lot.  
 And this year, instead of sitting by the fireplace, trying to fill the hole in my heart with the warmth of the hearth, I was standing in Red Square, about to fill it with revenge. I'd had enough. I've been alone for so long, and America's had friends all his life. I must punish him.
 It would be easy to disguise it as a cleverly planned move of war. After all, this is WW3, and America is on the opposite side. So that's my plan. I'll disguise my attack of jealousy and hatred as a simple act of war. Nobody would ever know my vulnerance.
 As I gave the last commands to bomb America and hung up, I heard a small voice behind me. Turning, I saw a girl looking up at me with adorable eyes, and her head tiled just so to look like a confused puppy. Narrowing my eyes, I fought the urge to hug her, and instead scolded her.  
 When she started to have a conversation with me, ignoring the fact that I could easily crush her at any time I wanted, I slowly felt my heart filling up with warmth again.

 In a flash, it was gone, and I remembered that _____ was still at the meeting. Turning and running as fast as I could, I sprinted to the restaurant while my pink scarf trailed out behind me, flapping in a cold wind.