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Russia hadn’t seen his father for about a few hours and it was starting to get to him. It had been about 15 years since his father died, so it was 2007. The USA had been rubbing their right eye for the last few days, leaving their hair to cover it. They were let off for a few meetings to hold for it. The states had left to go get new glasses since theirs had broken when they fell but it had been way too long. Russia was completely destroyed from the hours of being left alone.
He had been waiting for them for about 2 hours on the couch, texting them and starting to make food. When the USA didn’t answer, he just decided to leave their food in the fridge and take a nap to cool down his nerves. When he awoke, the house was still only full with him. Russia texted his adoptive dad again, not getting a message. He tried again a few minutes later, getting a text back. It wasn’t in English though but was in German. Germany must have been helping the American. That’s all.
“Hallo? Russland?”
The text read, Russia quickly texting back yes.
“Dein Vater könnte morgen nach Hause kommen.” (Your father might come home tomorrow.)
Russias heart almost literally dropped. Tomorrow? He can’t wait until tomorrow. He basically been dependent on the USA for the last 1.5 decades. Russia had sometimes gone without them for a few days yes but at least he knew when they’d come back! The word might wasn’t a yes or no! Russia calmed his breathing. Why was he freaking out because of this? It was kinda silly.
Russia sighed, putting down his phone. He crossed his legs as he rubbed his forehead. It wasn’t going to be hard, just a few days without his father — even though not biologically related they still treat each other like their blood related —, it wouldn’t be hard. He texted Germany again, asking if that was a sure answer and got a yes to it. The Russian let out another sigh, putting his phone down again and rubbing his face.
It was around 5 so it was getting tirelessly long and hard for Russia not rest his eyes. He decided to just sluggishly skulk over to his room, missing the way he would hear his father’s quiet mumbling from behind the their door. Russia fell on his bed, smiling as he felt the small sewed blanket on his pillow that the USA gave him as a child. It out here him so he just keep his pillow under it.
He had quickly fallen asleep after pulling his blanket on, soft snores coming from him.
THE NEXT DAY!!!!
Russia had woken up by a knock on his door, lazily moving out of bed while scratching his side. when opening the door, Germany was probably the last person he wanted to see that morning.
“Hallo- right, so- your father is indeed home-“
Russia rubbed his eye as he thought of the words, his eyes widening when he realised. The Russian quickly sprinted passed the German, only checking the Americans room before sprinting down stairs and seeing the man lying down on the couch. Germany had caught up eventually when Russia had tried waking up the man, quickly pulling him off.
“They aren’t expecting to be shaken so fast- Especially in their sleep…”
Russia sighed, letting go of his — now awake — father. They had rubbed their right eye again, Germany with-drawing their hand away. The USs eye had a bandage over it now, blood kinda staining it. Russia was kinda drawn back as well, Germany standing in between the two.
“Your father had two get something removed… so basically you will kinda half to take care of them..”
Germany clasped his hands together as he started to walk out the house, waving goodbye to the two. Russia just looked back at his father, who looked like he just had a vital organ removed. The US had sat up, rubbing their eye again even though their hand just seemed to cave into it. Ohhhh. They lost an eye- WHAT. Russia was slightly taken back by finding that out but did eventually think about it. The US had been rubbing their eye for a while and they had trauma (of course by the UK) from their childhood with their eyes. They needed glasses for a while but their eye was more of a problem then just blurry vision.
Russia just sat next to his father — the height difference is scary by the way —, kinda feeling bad for the American. He put an arm around them, earning a small flinch and a stare (with one eye ofc).
“You okay, dad?”
It was a question filled with genuine concern, earning a small nod and a yawn. The states leaned against their son, closing their eyes (eye* really). soon quiet and Soft snores came from them. Russia sighed happily as he picked up his father with ease, holding them up the stairs and lying them on their bed. He knew his father didn’t fall asleep with their blanket so he just left them like that.
MORE TIME SKIPS ‼️‼️
Work had started a few hours ago and Russia had gotten multiple calls about where his father was (since the US hadn’t answered their phone) but he had just put it down as a special occasion. The states had been sleeping for about half a day, snoring softly in their own room. It was probably about a few days since they had fallen asleep so it was well deserved.
Soon enough they had woken up, rubbing their missing eye and sitting up. Their head hurt like a hangover so they barely moved until Russia had walked in and saw them. He just helped them up, keeping their hands at their side. It probably wasn’t good to rub a wound, especially that big of one. The states were slightly wobbly, Russia keeping them up straight. He had gotten them to the couch, crouching down before them and resting his hands on their knees.
“Do you need anything? Like food?”
The American shook their head, resting their arms on their lap. They thought for a moment before standing and grabbing their iPod and headphones and connecting them. They mumbled under their breath, placing the sticker covered headphones over their black hair. The way the headphones made a dent in their hair was kinda silly. The USA sat back down on the couch, crossing Their legs and playing a random song. They turned the volume down, deciding to get up again and walk to the kitchen. Their leg shook a bit before straightening up, letting them stand straight before grabbing some water. Russia peeked into the kitchen, a sigh coming out of him before he sat back down on the couch.
It wasn’t going to be hard to take care of someone who lost a eye and was maybe very non verbal. Maybe Russia could call France. Bring him over and get stuff for them. Let them talk. The USA never really told Russia anything. Maybe France could get stuff out of them. Maybe let him get stuff out of them that would help explaining it. Yeah, maybe.
END OF THIS CHAPTER <33