Hen aka Andrea here once again!

Okay, I have to tell Russia to put an intro in what he writes, like what I do, so that the audience won't get confused about who's writing what! But seriously, trying to change whatever is wrong with him is like telling a rock to turn pink--it's impossible! Anyways, now would not be the right time to tell him because...poor kid. I'll explain down below!

That night, the four of us, Katt, Cade, Poncho (I have a feeling that he's 100% evil), and I, were eating dinner without Russia.

The time came around to eat dinner and Russia was not around and we were certainly not going to starve with him, so we decided to have dinner. And of course Poncho whole-heartedly agreed to have dinner without him.

It's weird though because Poncho was strict and hardcore on the Russian but then when Jake, or The Enemy, disguised as him came around, he was like super caring and let him off the hook on many things! Like being late for dinner! But that is all because he's simply working for him. Favouritism, I'd say. He wouldn't do that to me, that's for sure!

We were eating Cade's dinner, which consisted of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and bread--food that would be considered Amish food. But I know for sure that Cade's not Amish!

Anyways, we were eating peacefully when we heard footsteps coming toward us. We all looked up and gazed at the direction of the entrance. Lo and behold was the one I was looking for: Russia in all of his glory.... Well, he wasn't showing off any glory, I just felt like putting that in! But Russia did not look good at all: his eyes were narrowed with a frown and it seemed like he just cried... Russia cries? I don't want to put in any assumptions right now, all I can say at the moment is that he looked terrible. Not in his best mood.

"Ah, Russia, there you are!" Poncho stated with relief. "Come and eat with us!" He shot him a warm smile.

Wait...is this real Russia or Jake Russia though...? I thought to myself. I had a feeling it was the real Russia, but I did not want to choose incorrectly.

Russia glared at Poncho and began heading to the hallway where our rooms were located.

Okay, I think the Jake Russia would not do that, my mind said. He would just be with Poncho... That must be real Russia. I looked to my right and saw Katt staring at Russia; it looked like she was about to cry herself--she looked shocked!

"Real Russia?" I whispered to her lowly.

She shrugged. "I don't know... I hope he's okay."

Thanks, Katt. I thought to myself sarcastically as I straightened up.

"Russia!" Poncho shouted at the hallways as Russia disappeared around the corner. "Don't go into your room! Come back here and eat with us! You were not here for the whole day you cannot leave like that! I don't want to see you in your room-- COME BACK!!!"

Yikes, I thought to myself.

But of course, Russia did not listen.

That is so real Russia, I thought to myself. I gazed down at my half-finished plate to finish eating, but I suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore. I began feeling bad for Russia... I wanted to know what happened to him and where he was and comfort him. I do play the mother role of this group after all.

With a sharp breath in, I got up and excused myself from the table. I began walking across the main room, toward the hallway, when I heard Poncho shouting at me.

"Poncho," I told him as I turned around to face him; I was next to the entrance of the hallway, "just let me check on Russia, it'll be quick, okay? And I might bring him to dinner, just let me check on him." I then turned back around and entered the hallway.

I rushed up to Russia's room, opened the door, and saw that it was empty. Again. Seriously, this has got to stop! But then, Poncho did say for him not to go to his room! So where would he be if he wasn't in his room? Where would I go if I was in a terrible state and I just wanted to be alone from everyone? I thought to myself. My mind located the location quickly. Perfect.

I ran out of Russia's room, closed it, and ran down the hallway toward the entrance; I passed by it, wanting to end up on the other end of the corridor. On the end was a door, which I opened with a press of my finger.

I stepped into the vast, gray-coloured hanger where all of our aircrafts were stored. I turned right and ran down toward the opening that was sealed since the hanger wasn't in use. Next to that was a door, an old-fashioned one with a knob. I opened the door and walked outside into the evening.

The outside showed a beautiful scenery, since I love nature. The hanger was located on a cliff, so below and out toward the horizon, I was able to see mountains spread out into the horizon; they were terra cotta coloured ones, just like the cliff itself. The sky was splashed with all sorts of colours: deep violet at the top to light red skimming the horizon. The air was cool and fresh since it was part of the oncoming night and there was barely a breeze. My eyes snapped down, spotting Russia sitting on the edge of the cliff, just like how I thought I'd find him.

"Hey," I told him as I slowly sat next to him. If this cliff gives out on us, we'll both die together, I thought to myself.

Russia had his hands cupped against his jaw while his elbows were resting on his thighs; he was staring out into the scenery and did not budge to look at me.

"Is...everything alright?" I started. "You can tell anything to me, you already know that." I smiled a bit, hoping that he would catch my vibe.

"Leave," he told me softly, not moving a muscle except for his mouth, of course.

"And let you suffer with whatever you're suffering though alone? No way, I'm here to help, I'll help you get through this--"

"Leave," he said again, this time more gravely and harsh.

"Russia, I can't, I feel so bad for you..."

"Just..." He fully turned his back on me; I was able to know why.

I heard sobs coming out from as his whole body was shaking. I immediately felt like as if I was going to cry myself, but I had to stay strong for him. "No, Russia," I muttered to myself. I did my best to hug him by hugging him from behind; it was my only way to comfort him.

Quickly, I felt him shifting in my arms, not to get out of them, but to become more comfortable in them. He turned around, facing me fully, and wrapped his arms around me with his head placed on my shoulder; he outrightly accepted my hug.

I didn't say a word for a moment, since silence was comforting itself. Anyways, the hug should show that I was here for him.

A few moments later, he letted go, so I pulled away from him. I saw him wiping tears from his glassy eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. I was wondering whether to speak or to let him speak, but he decided to speak for himself.

"Thanks," he told me with a rough voice.

I nodded my head with a small smile. "Yeah."

We then sat in silence as the sky became darker, like a shadow beginning to cast over us.

"Feliks...," Russia started in a soft voice, "...he's...dead..."

Feliks is his boyfriend, right. "What?" I asked in a mild tone. "How?"

"The Enemy..." His expression grew darker, like as if he was thinking of a way to avenge his love's death. "...he killed him...and I couldn't do anything." He shook his head. "I went through so much to have him..." He sighed while looking down at the darkness that was below the cliff. "...I remember when we first met, it was a year ago in our last year of secondary school. I didn't think much of him, he was a new kid from Ukraine. We got stuck together to do a project, which we worked at in my house... And there, he kissed me." He looked up and gazed at me. "I did not see it coming. I was shocked, because I thought no one liked me.

"I liked a girl once before, but she hurt me when she kissed the captain of the futbol team, since I thought we were together, so yeah, I was hurt. But with Feliks...it was very nice to know that there was someone out there who liked me. But he was a guy...I was kind of hesitant...." He turned back to look at the scenery. " I liked his kiss, but what would others think...? My parents, what would they think? But who cares, it is my life. So I decided to be with him... It was one of the best choices I made because I finally felt so happy... But my parents didn't like it; his parents didn't mind, my parents were different.

"My father...he's traditional, he likes to keep the same traditions from two hundred years ago. So when he found me having sex with Feliks, you imagine how mad he got." He looked back at me with embarrassment. "It was terrible, he beat me up for it. And then he beat me up again during dinner and I lost my dinner there. But that wasn't enough.

"The reason why I'm here in America is because he wanted to separate us two apart. As an ultimate punishment, he sent me here. He thought that with me not being around Feliks, I would forget about him and find a girl. But I don't want a girl. I want Feliks." Since the atmosphere was dark, the security lights blinked on, shining on us. "At least I know good enough English." He chuckled at that for a bit. "But now..." His tone grew more serious and lower. "...he's gone...The Enemy killed him. And he forced me to have sex with him..." He was now staring out into the pitch black sky.

Oh my goodness, no way... He raped him?! I am SO going to give that guy what he deserves, there's no way that that's going by me! That's disgusting! I had no idea how or what to tell Russia about what he said, but now I knew why he was crying. He had the right to cry and it's fine by me.

"Russia." I placed my hand on his shoulder, directing his attention on me. "You are loved by all of us, without a shout of a doubt. If you want to talk to us about anything, you are more than welcome to. You're amazing and you helped us a lot and I know you'll help us more." I then gave him another hug, since no one can give out too much hugs, right?

Russia hugged me back and I felt a since of satisfaction growing through me. It felt like as if I did the right thing to comfort him even though he didn't ask for it. No one would ultimately turn down comfort, even if they push it away hundred times just for the sake of what others think about them.

We pulled apart; I smiled at Russia.

"Thanks," he told me with a weak smile. "I needed that."

"Yeah, no problem." I smiled back at him widely. "So, um...you're ready for the next mission? Tonight's the dance."

His smile dropped. "Oh..." He dipped his head.

"It's okay if you don't want to go, I totally understand, you can sit this one out--"

"No, I want to go." I lifted his head back up, showing me a determined look. "I want to kill The Enemy."

"Ummm...alright, if you say so...!" I got up to my feet and extended a hand down at Russia. "C'mon, let's go."

He held onto my hand and got up with the help of it. "Let's go get things right."

"That's the spirit!" I then led him back into the base.