Russia x Bullied!Reader A Real Sweetheart part 4

By the following Wednesday, the news of your rape by the hands of Derek had gotten to the entire school.  When Russia had ran out on you and the others, he gave Derek and his posse a beating they wouldn’t forget.  Derek was back in the hospital along with Austin and Forest.  Once they were healed, they were going to be tried in court for sexual assault.  It did give you a bit of closure knowing that they were going to get what they deserved, but things haven’t gotten much better.  The bullies in school have been ganging up on you again, and it was far worse than before.
“Hey, you’re Derek’s whore?”
“Hey, _________, wanna suck my dick for a dollar?”
“Hey!  Slutty McGang-bang!  How about you come to my house tonight!?”
And it only got worse from there.  Soon, it got so bad, you started skipping school.  After three days of it, your parents caught on.  You told them what had been going on at school since you got raped, and they decided to let you stay home until this issue could be solved.  Since then, you’ve fallen into a deep depression, and most days wouldn’t even leave your bed.
As you continued to not go to school, Russia got increasingly worried sick for you.  He’d often call your house, but your parents would always say that you weren’t there.  You didn’t want to talk to anyone.  You felt ashamed.
“She hasn’t been to school in weeks!” Russia said, “What if something’s happened to her at home!?  I-I have to go see her!”
“Russia, please, don’t go!” Belarus begged.
“Belarus, I can’t leave _________ alone!” Russia said, “I have to help her!”
“What if she doesn’t want it!?” Belarus said.
“I’m not going to let her suffer!”
“Russia, please!” Belarus said, “Even if I didn’t tell them that she was going to be there, it was going to happen anyways!”
Russia stopped in his tracks.  Belarus quickly realized what she said and covered her mouth.
“What?...” Russia said, turning back to his sister.
“I… I mean… I…” Belarus tried to think of something to cover up what she said.
“What did you tell Derek?...” Russia said, “I demand an answer.”
“I… told them that she would be there that night… and I said she’d be staying late…” Belarus admitted.
“HOW COULD YOU!?” Russia sounded absolutely hurt.
“I couldn’t stand her!  She was going to take you away from me!” Belarus said, “I love you brother!  I want you to marry me!  Is that too much to ask!?”
“AND THAT MAKES HER DESERVING OF A RAPE!?” Russia scolded.
“I didn’t know that they were going to rape her!  If I did I wouldn’t have told them-“
“I don’t want to hear any more of it!” Russia said, “I’m going to __________’s!”
“Wait! Please!” Belarus begged, but Russia simply stormed out of the door.
“I’m sorry…” Belarus said, mostly to herself.
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Russia soon calmed as he walked his way to your house.  He still couldn’t believe Belarus would let something like that happen to you.  Even if she didn’t know, she shouldn’t have told Derek where you’d be in the first place.  He wasn’t sure if he could EVER forgive her for what she had done.  He felt rage like nothing before.  He had seen a lot and even done some questionable things in his past, but he’d never do what Derek did to you.  After some time, Russia arrives at your house.  He knocked on the door and waited.  Your mother answers the door.
“Oh, hello there Ivan,” your mother greets him.
“It’s Russia,” he corrected her, “Is _________ home?”
“Well… yes she is, but I’m not sure if she’d be looking for company,” your mother answered.
“Can I still see her?” he asks, “I promise not to cause any trouble.”
“Alright,” Your mother answers, letting Russia in, “She’s in her room.  Just be quiet.”
“Okay.”
Russia calmly walks to your bedroom door, finding it closed.  He gently knocked it.
“_________?” he speaks, “It’s me, Russia.”
No answer.  He knocks again.
“_________?  Are you there?”
A small whimper coming through the door answers him.
“May I come in?”
A second whimper answers him.  Russia turns the knob and opens the door.  He’s greeted by the darkness of your bedroom.  You’re lying curled up in your bed, facing the wall away from him.  The shades to your windows were all down, and hardly any light got through.  Russia quietly closes the door behind him.
“Privet, _________,” Russia speaks, “How are you?”
You turn your head to face him a little, acknowledging him in the room.  You’re eyes are bloodshot, your hair’s a mess, and you look absolutely tired.
“__________, I’m seriously worried about you…” Russia says, sitting beside you on your bed, “You haven’t been to school in weeks.”
“Everyone’s been making fun of me since Derek…” you say, before cringing at the memory of what had happened.
“Those people don’t realize how much it hurt you,” Russia spoke, “And I’m certain they’ve stopped…”
“And if they haven’t?” you say, “How can you be so sure that they wouldn’t make fun of me for what had happened?”
“Because they’d have to go through me first if they want to get to you,” Russia said, “I wouldn’t never let anything like that happen to you again.  I’d never let anyone ridicule you for your suffering.  I would never EVER let you get hurt…”
“W… Why?” you ask.
“Because…” Russia spoke, “Ya lyublyu tebya, _________... I love you.”
His words hit you like a ton of bricks.  You sit up and face him, your eyes wide with surprise.
“I love you,” he repeated, smiling that warm smile that always put you at ease, “And I will never let anyone hurt you ever again…”
You suddenly grab hold of him and pull him close to you in a hug.  You let your emotions out as you begin to weep into his shoulder.  Russia hugs back, letting you cry and rubbing your back reassuringly.  He begins to rock you back and forth, comforting you.  You felt safe around him.  You felt cared for.  All you wanted right now was to stay in his embrace.
“Lozhkoy sneg , meshaya ,
Nochʹ idet bolʹshaya ,
Chto zhe ty , glupyshka , ne spishʹ ?”
Your ears perk up a bit and you stop weeping.  Was Russia… singing???
“Spyat tvoi sosedi -
Belyye medvedi ,
Spi skorey i ty , malysh”
Russia continued to rock you back and forth, still holding you close.  His voice was calming, soft, and delicate.  You soon begin to calm down, and a small smile forms on your face.
“My plyvem na lʹdine ,
Kak na brigantine ,
Po sedym surovym moryam .”
You can’t help yourself as you let out a small yawn and your body relaxes.  You’re more tired than you thought, and Russia’s soothing voice echoed through your head, making you feel immensely sleepy.
“I vsyu nochʹ sosedi ,
Zvezdnyye medvedi ,
Svetyat dalʹnim korablyam.”
You smile tiredly as Russia began humming a soft tune to you.  Your body couldn’t resist any longer, as you soon succumb to sleep.