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The Russian son sat at his fathers chair, his legs barely hanging off the edge. He had been sitting there for a while, just waiting for his father to be back. Russia sat there for what seemed like hours, which was true, until there was a knock at the office door.
”Soviet? You in there?”
It was a voice Russia didn’t know, making him hop off the over sized chair, walking over to the door. He jumped to reach the door knob, opening it to see a striped face. He didn’t know who this man was.
”Oh, hello little one.”
The striped man put a hand out, bending over a bit so that Russia could reach it. The small child hesitated, but took the hand anyways.
”привет!”
The striped man’s face light up, making Russia see the stars in the corner on their face. He had always thought stars were pretty, watching them at night with his father was the best.
”привет. как вас зовут?“ (hello. What is your name?)
”Россия!” (Russia!)
The star man smiled at the younger, pulling his hand back.
”почему вы в офисе СССР?” (Why are you in the office of the Soviet Union?)
”Он мой отец! Я жду его!” (He is my father! I am waiting for him!)
Star man smile became bigger, now becoming a toothy grin. The way the corners of the striped man’s mouth rose was interesting to the Russian child, making him smile to himself a bit.
”спасибо, Россия.” (thank you, Russia.)
The stared man had turned his heel before they stopped. Their back was turned to Russia before they turned their head.
”You’re alone, aren’t you?”
The sudden switch of the language made Russia process words harder.
”Yes!”
The Russian knew a few words from hearing his father have to talk in English, so he could answer a few things.
”And how long has your father been gone?”
”6!”
”minutes? Hours? One or two, Russia.”
”Two!”
That made the star spangled man stop in his tracks completely, now facing the child as they bent down a bit.
”6 hours? You’ve been alone?”
”yes!”
Star man’s smile had faded, now looking at the alone boy with concern.
”would you like me to stay and wait for your father? I need to talk to him.”
Russia just nodded, his smile growing as the star man walked in. They looked pretty. A nice black suit with a striped tie, a name tag saying ‘U.S.A’. Russia thought as the star man sat down on the Russians fathers chair. Star man, Russia refused to call them USA, crossed their legs, placing their hands in their lap. They looked around, resting their eyes on Russia after a while.
”So, you’re the Soviet unions kid? Right?”
Russia nodded, trying to jump onto the desk. Star man picked him up, placing him on the desk. He started swinging his legs as the two continued to talk. After a while, a knock was heard on the door, the striped man walking to the door. Once it opened, sad looking Germany standing. Some words in another language that Russia didn’t hear enough to understand it.
A sudden gasp was heard from the striped star man as the door closed.
”so, uhm. Russia? It is? So, bad news and good news.”
Russia tilted his head, tilting the oversized hat on his head as he slid onto the chair, hopping onto the floor.
”good news. We know where your father is.”
Russia exclaimed something in Russian, hopping as he pulled onto the pant leg of star man. Star man didn’t seem happy though.
”bad news is that he had, uhm- I don’t know how to tell you this but- he had died.”
Russia didnt know that word so he just tilted his head more.
”он умер, россия.” (he died, Russia.)
Russias face seemed to drop slowly as he thought about the words until he had tears weld into his eyes. He didn’t know that his father would pass. His dad did have cracks on his face and around his chest, but Russia didn’t think he would—
Suddenly, Russia was picked up, making him wrap his legs around star man’s waist. A hand rubbed up and down on Russias back, calming him down a bit. Tears had stopped forming in his eyes after a while, his head now resting on striped man’s shoulder.
They had sat down on the chair, keeping the child in their arms. They seemed sad as well that Russias father had died. The back rubs didn’t stop, just making Russia tired in a way. He yawned, closing his eyes. He kept his head rested in the star mans shoulder, wrapping his arms around their neck.
Soon, Russia had fell asleep, gladly snoring on the star man.
A while later, the UN had walked in, supposedly to get Russia.
”ah. There he is. Oh, and hello Mr. America. I am here to pick up the child. Please hand him to me.”
”what will happen to him?”
”he’ll become a country, since he has his own land and his government thought of it already.”
Another person had peeked in the room, lighting up when they saw Russia.
”Their name is Moscow. The capital.”
The UN had put her arms out, asking the USA for Russia.
“Uhm- would it be okay if I took care of Russia? Just for a while. His dad just died, United Nations. He needs someone.”
The UN seemed to process the words, sighing.
”yes. I would think Russia having a person who’s had a government for many, many years would help.”
The US smiled at that, shooing off Moscow.
A FEW MONTHS LATER :D
”PAPA- please wake up!”
Russia shook the star man’s leg, close to just pulling them off the bed.
”Russland... nur noch eine Minute” (Russia… just one more minute)
”NO. You promised that today i could go to a meeting with you.”
Russia pulled on the pant leg, successfully pulling his father off the bed with a thud.
”OKAY. OKAY. I’m up, kid. Damn.”
The star man, Russia had found out their name but still refused to use it, sat up, looking at Russia through tilted sunglasses. Russia had never seen behind them, only seen his father sleep without them on. They stood, towering over the Russian. They kicked over the blanket that covered their feet, walking over to their dresser.
”go eat something, the meetings in like an hour, kid.”
Russia smiled as he ran out the room. He liked the time he lived with the star man. They were nice, feed him, got him stuff, and more! And, since Russias birthday was a few days ago, a birthday present was that he could go to a meeting with the star man!
The states sighed as they picked out an out fit. They hated having to dress formal, but they did look good in a suit. The US placed the clothes on their bed, walking over to the bathroom for a good hot shower. After they were done, there were thirty minutes till the meeting. They slid on the white button up, not bothered to button it as they slid on black dress pants. They ignored the suit top as they walked out, sliding their sunglasses on.
Upon walking out, the states saw Russia tip toeing to reach the coffee machine. He had placed a cup under it and was just trying to reach the buttons. The US walked up behind him and pressed the button, smiling as Russia looked at him. The hug around their hips was sudden, but they patted Russia’s head as the coffee poured into the cup.
“Mornin’, kid.”
”morning!”
Russia let go of the star man, running back to the stairs to sprint to his own room to get ready.
”energy filled and it’s only 6:46.”
The coffee had finished, the states grabbing it as Russia ran back down. He almost hit the wall when he ran into the kitchen. Quickly pouring the coffee into a thermo, the star man grabbed their bag, walking upstairs to grab the suit top. They slid it on, button their shirt. Striped man walked down the stairs to see Russia already out the open door.
Sliding on gloves, star man walked out, closing the door with the back of their heel. Star man liked to wear heels with shoes, not high heels, just short heels, enough to notice them but not a big deal. The car door opened for Russia to hop in, him sliding in the back. The car started as the stared flag closing and locking all doors.
during the ride, Russia couldn’t stop moving, swaying back and forth the whole time. Once they arrived and the doors unlocked, Russia had immediately opened the door and hopped out. A few other countries had been walking into the building, star man’s good friend Germany noticing Russia.
”oh! Hallo, Russland!” (Hello, Russia)
”hello, Germany!! :D”
Russia ran up to the German, waving fast for his father to come. They did, waltzing over while they buttoned their suit top.
“hello, Germany.”
”Hallo”
They had a quick conversation about the meeting, realizing soon after that they could be late if they don’t stop talking. They did still talk as they walked, russia now on the states back. Once they reached the office room, the UN was the first to notice Russia. She didn’t say anything, just glanced at the child then went back to speaking.
“Okay, okay. Everyone settle down. Today we will be talking about the cocaine break out in west.”
Everyone had placed papers out as Russia looked at the empty seat next to his father. After a while, once everyone was quiet and the UN started talking, Russia decided to sit in the seat. The meeting was interesting, yes. Not to Russia, an eastern country, but knowing that his father is western made him listen.
suddenly, when the name “Columbia” was said, a fist slammed down on the table. Then yelling had been heard. Fighting about the people doing it and not the whole country is involved. The UN just continued speaking in a calm tone, saying that it’s just what’s happening.
Soon, there was a lot of yelling. Some people had just sat there, smiling because they weren’t involved when there was a fight between the other South American countries and Columbia.
The first thing Russia realized was his father, hands over their ears. They had pulled something out of their bag, noise canceling headphones. They had pulled them out under the table, slotting them on their head, ruffling their hair so it covered the headphones. They still looked around, still able to hear a bit, but just muffled. Star man seemed happy at this.
Russia continued to stare at star man, just staring at how they muffled the world around them. Soon, the yelling stopped, a few grumbles about fighting later were heard.
The headphones had now been wrapped around star man’s neck, Russia able to see the design of them. It had stickers on it, the American flag on the side Russia could see.
Thanks to the striped fathers hair, it was easily hidden around their neck, except the front though. The meeting had ended by the time Russia had focused back on the others, the rest leaving as the UN and star man stayed.
They stayed and talked about states, how maybe they could try to get them to a house or move them out of the houses of the former country.
“We could possibly give you more money to afford a house, but the rest is you. They can merge? Correct?”
”only to the states that came from the same country, UN.”
the UN nodded, writing something down. All the while Russia had found a random piece of paper — blank of course — and stole the US’s pen to write and draw on it. He scribbled at the page, then flipped it over and started to draw and write something.
Once the USA and UN finished talking the US turned to see the drawing that Russia was holding up for them.
it was a drawing of them. Russia standing next to the states, the word ‘мне’ ( me) floating above him while the word ‘папа’ (papa) was next to the US’s hair, an arrow pointing at them.
”cute, kid.”
The latter smiled, patting Russia on the head as they packed up. They grabbed their bag, standing up with Russia following.
WHEN THEY GOT TO THEIR HOUSE BC I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK <3
The states laid down on the couch, letting out a sigh as Russia sat in the kitchen, happily eating his dinner. It was around 6 pm, the US completely tired of the day. Their bag was next to them as the dragged themselves to sit up to check on Russia.
”how ya doin’, buddy?”
Russia smiled.
”I’m fine!”
The american smiled back as they sluggishly walked back to the couch.
It was a long ass day for them.