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Russia was thrilled as he walked by his fathers side to the headquarters of the Supreme Angels. Though all of Heaven was absolutely gorgeous, he had never seen a place as majestic as this one. The palace in front of him glistened with superiority and wealth, the front garden was filled to the rim with white and blue flowers that shined everytime a drop of fountain water fell on their petals. It was, to say the least, stunning.
" Welcome United Soviet Socialist Republic!" Called an angels who's flag was blue and white. This angel, Russia realized, was one of the most well known Supreme Angels; The United Nations. They walked towards the Russian's with a strut, as if to say," Yeah, that's right, you know who I am. You know what I'm capable of. You should fear me!"
Russia shivered as a cold chill went down his spine. Something about Superior Angels just felt so... off.
" United Nations; it's been a while." Russia looked up to his father. He admired how strong the Soviet was. The fact that he could speak so casually, and Russia might even say, rudely.
" Oh please, call me UN." They said cheerly, with a some how cold, yet friendly smile; " And yes, yes it has."
UN looked down, and for the first time, noticed Russia; " And who might this be?" They asked, reaching out to ruffle the hair of the young Russian boy. Russia flinched away from the United Nations. USSR shifted his gaze to Russia.
" He is my son."
If Russia were not so frightened, he would have been beaming with pride. He always felt stronger when his father informed others that Russia, was in fact, his son.
" Mmm, remind me; which one again?" the UN said, obviously unimpressed.
" Russia."
" Oh, yes; that's right!" UN's eyes lit up, " The one EU to meet!" Russia looked at UN in shock. Why would the European Union want to meet him? Russia turned to his father, giving him a confused look.
His father gave him a glance, " Yes."
" Well then, come along you two." The United Nations said with their uncanny smile. UN began to walk to the palace; the Soviet followed in suit. Russia timidly follows behind them. None of this made any sense, he was a scrawny weakling; He should be the last person the European Union would want to meet!
" Beautiful, isn't it?" Whispered UN. Russia glanced around, just to make sure they were in fact talking to him.
" Да, I-I mean yes!" Russia stuttered. And, Russia realized, it truly was. In fact, one might even say that the inner areas of the headquarters were even more pleasing to the eye than the outside.
Unlike the outer wall's , the inner ones were covered in gold and quartz. But those were amateurs compared to the giant chandelier that hung over the two spiraling staircases that were at the back of the hall.
The three kept walking until, finally, they arrived to EU's meeting room.
" Soviet; Russia. Take a seat." She said, gesturing towards the two empty seats in front of her. Russia watched his father sit down. Only when the Soviet was fully situated did he sit as well.
" Let's get straight to the point; Russia holds great power."
" What do you mean?" The Soviet Union asked. He was as confused as his son. Though the USSR often showed little to no emotion, Russia could read his father well enough to understand this.
" I mean, that even though physically not strong; we have enough evidence to believe that, if properly trained, he will be unstoppable."
" And where is said evidence?" Russia felt a piece of his heart break off. His father thought he was weak. But then again, Russia agreed with the Soviet.
The EU made a hand gesture to UN and watched as the Union left momentarily before they returned with some documents. UN then passed the papers to the USSR.
" Go on, take a look." The United Nations said, nudging the Soviet Union's arm. Russia watched his father read through the documents.
" Are you sure?" The skeptical Soviet asked as he put down the papers.
" Mmhm." The EU replied with a hum; " What do you think?"
Russia's father gave him a quick glance; " Okay."
" Marvelous!" EU beamed and clapped his hands together. Russia gave his father a worried look. What was going to happen to him?
USSR stood up, Russia tried to follow suit but was pushed back into his chair by the United Nations.
" Папа?" The frightened Russian asked, calling out to his father. " What's going on?" His father sighed and looked back at the Russian boy.
" Sorry, Русский, you have to stay here now." The Soviet said before he left through the front door of EU's office.
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