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The glacier cold wind slashed against your face as you walked down the snow covered street. Your [h/c][h/l] wiping in the wind. The reason you were out in such a storm was because you had to baby sit. You see, you had left your parents, sick of your dead beat drunk of a dad and a to-high-standards mother. Your mother expected you to be perfect. Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect skin, perfect body, perfect, perfect, PERFECT! As for your dad, all he EVER did was drink. Day in and day out he would sit on his chair drinking. That's probably where you got your love of vodka though still, it was still annoying. Sure, you drank every now-and-then, but it if you saw your dad WITHOUT a bottle of some kind of alcohol, it was probably a dream. You had warned them seven months prior to your leaving that if they didn't stop with their ridicules attitudes that you would leave them and never come back. Your mother had just thought you were bluffing, claiming that you wouldn't last a day without them. Your dad was far to drunk to remember a word of what you said, but neither of those excuses mattered to you. You were sick of them so you left. Right now you had three jobs, and lived in a beautiful house (rented of course). First job was being a waitress at a very fancy restaurant, your happy-go-lucky-hides-sadness-behind-a-mask attitude help a lot (big tips), your second job was babysitting, and your third job was dog-sitting your landladies dogs when she was leaving to somewhere.
You weren't complaining though. Your landlady was very kind, you lived in a beautiful house, and you loved all three of your jobs. So you were smiling the entire time you were walking down the below freezing street. You actually had a secret that you never told anyone (only your parents knew). Your parents were actually your foster parents because they refused to let a little girl live out in the cold alone. The big secret was that you were a country. Alaska. Your adoptive/foster parents lived in Canada, so you got to visit your land every know-and-then. You had only found out that you were Alaska when you turn twelve (you were snooping through your parents papers). So it has been five years since you had discovered you were Alaska (which explains why you healed quickly from normal injuries). Okay, so enough with the intro and let's get to the story, eh?
You weren't exactly in Canada anymore you were in Russia. Moscow to be exact. You had just agreed to baby sit Miss. Ukraine's baby brother (Belarus is NOT in this story by the way). He is the country Russia, you had trouble remembering his human name though, you didn't know why. Walking up the steps to a HUGE house (not big enough to be called a mansion though), you rang the door bell, waiting for Ukraine to answer. When the door opened, instead of Katyusha answering like you expected, it was a cute little boy. He had either blond or beige, you really couldn't tell, so you just went with blond. He was wearing a tan coat, dark green pants, brown socks, and a pink scarf. You remembered Ukraine sewing a scarf like that before, so you assumed that Ukraine had given it to this boy after she was done with it. The little boy, who you guessed with Russia, was slightly hiding behind the door, half way peeking at you. You sat on you knees and smiled brightly at him, making him hide behind the door even more. He was being shy, so you thought he was cute (you haven't seen it yet).
"Hi there, little guy. Are you Russia?" you asked sweetly.
He just nodded, clinging to the door, his violet eyes burning into you.
"I'm [y/n] [l/n]. your big sister hired me to baby sit you, may I come in?" it took about five minutes for him to nod and open the door more. He was so cute! You had to hold back the squeal as you walked into the house. He led you to the living room, where Katyusha was sitting on the couch. Russia had immediately ran to her and hugged her tightly. Katyusha smiled and lifted him up, sitting him on her lap. She looked to your direction and smiled.
"[Your name]! Thank you for agreeing to baby sit Ivan." she said sweetly. You smiled, happy that she used his human name since you thought it would be rude to ask. You nodded and shrugged.
"Your welcome. I do owe you after all " you trailed off, not wanting to remember. Ukraine frowned and lifted Ivan again, sitting him on the couch. He seemed emotionless and stared at Ukraine, then at you. She got up and walked over to you, handing you a list.
"My number, hospital number if something happens, and so on I probably won't be back until tomorrow, that's okay, right?" Ukraine asked, worried.
"Yeah, not like anyone will be waiting for me." you sighed. That really didn't help at all, Ukraine hugged you tightly, nearly ripping the breath out of you. When she let go, she walked to Ivan and kissed his forehead, promising to be back. With that, she left. When the door closed, you rubbed the back of your head. Your [e/c] eyes were filled with worry. You had babysat before, just, never a NATION. You were actually kind of nervous.
" Why isn't anyone waiting for you at home?" a sudden small voice asked shyly. You looked over to Ivan, who was staring at you with curious eyes. You smiled, deciding to treat him like any other child, instead of a nation.
"I left my adoptive parents. My adoptive dad was a dead-beat drunk and my mother was a perfectionist." you informed him in a motherly tone. But what you said made his curiosity grow.
"What about your real parents?"
"I don't have real parents."
"I'm a country, Ivan, well... I'm more of a state, but whatever. I'm Alaska." you smiled, hoping for this questionnaire tension to pass. There was a moment of silence.
" How do countries appear?"
"Um, I guess they're inherited by a human? Maybe? Huh, I really don't know how to answer that " after another bit of silence, you cursed yourself. You should have said the stork thing! You had a bad feeling about this conversation. Ivan looked to be about six or seven, so Ukraine probably hadn't told him
"Call me [first name]. And yes?" you respond nervously.
"Where do babies come from?" yup, just as you were concerned about.
"U-uh w-well when a w-woman and a m-man love e-e-each other th-they get m-married and get a b-baby from a stork " you stuttered, taking off your [favorite color] coat and putting it on a chair, leaving you in your [favorite color] t-shirt with a picture of a sunflower on it and dark blue skinny jeans (you had taken your shoes off at the door). Sitting down quietly, you hadn't noticed Ivan walk over to you until he climbed up on the chair and sat on your lap, startling you. His eyes were staring at you, almost burning into your soul. You had gotten nervous, but smiled happily anyways.
"Did we come from a stork?" a slight dark aura surrounding him, but his innocent eyes gleamed with amusement.
"W-well w-we're not like other people, so I really don't know h-how about we watch something on the TV?" you suggested. Russia said nothing, he just seemed to cling to your shirt (stomach area), as if he was afraid you'd go. Smiling, you messed with his hair a bit and managed to grab the remote (Ivan wasn't happy when you tried to move). Clicking through the channels, Ivan grabbed the remote from you when a cartoon with some tabby cat and a boy showed on the screen. You tried to hold back a laugh, he maybe a country that was feared, but he was still a child. The name of the cartoon, you really couldn't tell since it was in Russian, but it said "Трое из Простоквашино."
I knew I should have studied Russian you thought, cursing yourself. Ivan seemed intent on watching the cartoon, you were dozing off though. The only time you snapped out of your bored trance was when Ivan tightened his grip on your shirt, when you snapped out of your daze he would loosen his grip, but never let go. This actually made you frown, you have babysat a lot of kids, but none of them ever seemed this close to you, especially when you first met them! Sure, they loved you when you were over and always told their parents or older siblings that you were fun and wanted you to baby sit them again, but they usually left you alone the moment the cartoons came on. Also, none of them sat on your lap, unless it was like a three year old or younger. Four year olds and up usually would play with their toy and watch TV, occasionally asking you to play with them (you never disagreed since you couldn't say no to their cute faces). When you finally looked down at Ivan, you laughed when you saw him sleeping. Apparently the commercials bored him to sleep (can you blame him?). Carefully getting up, you placed him on the chair (head resting on the armrest). You couldn't find a blanket in the living room, and you didn't want to go through someone else's room, so you just laid your coat on him. You wanted something to do, so you went into the kitchen and started baking something. You were making chocolate brownies with chocolate chips in them. As you baked, you started to hum your favorite song, [insert favorite song name here].
~Back In The Living Room~
Ivan huddled in the corner of a small room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were painted black. It had no windows, and if it had a door it must have been painted black too, because Ivan couldn't find it. Peoples voices kept screaming and yelling at him. Blaming him for every bad thing out in the world, blaming him for everyone's death, blaming him for all the wars, and blaming him for everyone's suffering. One voice kept saying that he shall be cursed by being alone forever, something that Russia feared. He didn't like being alone, he didn't like it when Ukraine left him, his clingy attitude made all of the other babysitters leave. When Russia looked up, he was in a field, dead sunflowers were everywhere. You were leaning against a tree, staring at him with a frown and emotionless look. You scoffed at him and turned, walking down a dead path. You were leaving too, Ivan called out for you, but you just kept walking. Tears sprang from his eyes as he tries to run after you, but he ended up tripping and falling, making more tears spring to his eyes and fall. He didn't want you to go, he didn't want to be alone. When he finally got up and looked around, you were gone again. He was alone, no one there. Ivan broke down crying and huddled under the tree. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted someone to be with him. He was scared of being alone
Russia woke up with a jolt, fresh tears rolling down his face. He looked around frantically, he was alone in the big living room. More tears ran down his face. When he looked down, Russia recognized your coat. The seven year old logic that Ivan had made him realize one thing. Your coat was still there, which meant you were still there, which also meant he wasn't alone in this big house that he was scared of during the night (blame the nightmare he just had). Jumping out of the chair (coat still wrapped around him), he dashed around the house. When he was running past the open kitchen door, he smelt something that almost made his mouth water (almost). Tiptoeing to the open door, he peaked in. You were in the kitchen mixing something in a bowl. Without thinking, Ivan ran over to you and all but squished your leg in the death lock he claimed to be a hug. You were caught by surprise, but smiled when you saw Ivan.
"I see you're finally awake--" you trailed off when you saw his tear stained cheeks and teary bloodshot eyes. Instead of doing what a normal babysitter would do and ask if he was okay (babysitters are very rude where I live, that's why I put that), you put the bowl down quickly and scooped the Russian boy into your arms. The small Russian clung to your shoulders and buried his face into your neck.
"What's wrong, Ivan?" you asked as you hugged him tightly.
"Y-you're g-going to l-l-leave me!" he cried.
"I am not!" you tried to ensure him, he just pulled away from your neck and shook his head, not believing you.
"LIAR! You're lying! Everyone leaves me! Even big sister left me!"
"But she hired me to look after you because she's afraid something bad will happen to you! She loves and cares about you!"
"SO!? When she gets back you're going to leave! Then she'll have to leave again! Nobody stays with me! They all leave me!" he didn't even get past the third word of his rant without breaking down in tears. You hugged him closely as he tightened his grip on you.
Abandonment issues? Didn't expect that from Russia, of all countries you couldn't help but think this.
"Ivan. I promise I'll stay with you until your sister gets back, but if she's going to leave I'll come back here. I promise I won't leave you permanently." you really couldn't promise to stay FOREVER, just until his big sister would get back. He just looked at you with his cute teary eyes.
~After you got him to stop crying~
Although you reassured Russia that you wouldn't leave, he still was very clingy. He was either clinging to your leg, or if you picked him up he would cling to your shirt or neck. You started to wonder if he was going to tie you up and lock you in his room just so you wouldn't leave him. Just the thought of that either made you laugh at your silly (weird) mind, or it would make sweat roll off of your face, nervous that it might actually happen. As you cooked the brownies, Ivan just watched. But when you had your back turned to put them in the oven (stove? Idk) to cook, Russia thought it would be a good idea to eat (lick) the brownie mix out of the bowl (who hasn't done that? Seriously). So you had to end up cleaning his face because he got brownie batter/mix all over his face (he's seven, give him a break). As the time past, it became nighttime and somehow you ended back on the chair with Ivan cuddled against you while sitting on your lap. You were playing with his hair as he watched whatever he was watching. Without warning, Ivan looked at you with his innocent eyes, you learnt that it meant he was going to ask a question and wanted a truthful answer (which made you VERY nervous).
"Yes Ivan?" you took a sip of your hot chocolate (Ivan had finished his).
"What does it mean to "become one" with another country?" the question made you choke on the hot chocolate (Russia didn't notice).
"W-why would you want to kn-know that?" you managed to choke out.
"Big sister was complaining about someone named "Prussia" trying to get her to become one with him."
"Oh e-erm b-becoming one m-means er how do I put this it means fusing together, kind of. I-it's kind of like getting married, but not really "
"So it means you won't leave the other and you'll love each other?"
"Uh kind of." sweat dropped from your forehead. You knew what it meant, but you really didn't feel comfortable telling a seven year old what it meant. Russia's expression changed to curious to happy, he was beaming at you.
"You'll become one with Russia, right?" he asked, making you choke again.
Oh great was all you thought. When you noticed him frowning, you saw his eyes starting to water, CRUD! He probably thinks I don't like him now!
Thinking fast, you quickly added, "Becoming one with someone is something adults do when you're older I'll become one with you, okay Ivan?"
He nodded happily and hugged you, falling into a trance of sleep. You sighed and ran a hand through your [h/c] bangs. Hopefully when he was older he wouldn't remember the promise.
Somehow you ended up sleeping in Russia's room, him refusing to let go of you unless you would stay with him. As much as you thought that was adorable, you were worried about the whole abandonment issues thing. If Ukraine was so busy, then Russia would have been left home alone for so long with babysitters who probably would just leave him alone. When Ukraine came home, Ivan ran over to her and hugged her, she had smiled and hugged him back. When she finally got out of Ivan's
As you walked down the street, you couldn't help but thinking of Russia, the humanized one, not the country, although would it be the same thing? Eh, I don't know. But you felt a strange bond with the kid. But the longer you thought about Ivan, the more you started to think of the house he lived in and that's when you realized something. You forgot you aviator goggles AND your brownie recipe at his house. You slapped your forehead and told yourself to remember to get them next time you were over. The strange thing was, a week later when you went to visit, Ivan was wearing your aviator goggles, and he didn't want to take them off. It took an hour just to get it back from him.
~TO THE FUTURE!~
You walked nervously into the meeting room. You were wearing your [black, brown, or dark green] military uniform with your aviator goggles (it's a thing with you, like Canada with Kumajiro or America with his coat/hamburgers and Ivan with his vodka/scarf). [If you have long or medium length hair it was tied back in a ponytail]. Your friend/neighbor Canada had invited you to join the Allies. Of course, since you were a pure sucker for cute things (haven't you figured that out yet? Joking, I'm joking, CUTE THINGS ARE AWESOME!), and since Canada was freaking ADORABLE with his innocent looks as he hugged his Polar Bear, Mr. Kumajiro, you couldn't say no to him. So you walked in with him, America and England noticing Canada first and nagged him about being late, claiming they were worried. You had a hard time believing that since Canada told you that they usually forgot about him. But China and France were the first to notice YOU. France immediately started flirting with you, and China was asking many questions about you that you couldn't understand him some of the time because he was talking so fast. After everyone settled down, America grabbed you by the arm and pulled you over to him, you had the urge to punch him in the face for that. The one country that was staring at you seemed familiar, as if you've known him for a long time.
"ALRIGHTY DUDES! THIS IS ALASKA! AKA [first name] [last name]! She's our new ally, thanks to Mattie! She's totally cool and tough! I think she'll be a great addition to our team!"
"Yeah, I'll make up for everything that you can't, America. Which is pretty much everything." you muttered, not realizing it was out loud. The big nation that was staring at you snickered at this, England patted you on the back and praised you, saying that you and him would get along nicely. Canada and France were trying to get America into a good mood again, as for China he was talking to a panda bear weird. You sighed, muttered an apology and sat down next to the bigger nation. When you apologized, Alfred cheered up and started blabbing about things that didn't make any sense, also he said that everyone was to back him up because he was the hero.
"Not to rain on your parade, Alfred. But superhero's tend to not help unless they're asked first. The bat symbol, the spidey symbol, superman can hear people cry out for help I'm pretty sure. You, on the other hand, help people without being asked. Therefore, you are just being a nuisance." you said. England, France, and the big nation beside you, started snickering. America sulked in a corner, again, and Canada didn't bother to help this time (he secretly agreed with you). China was still talking to the panda bear
~After the meeting~
You were pulled aside and pinned against a tree when you walked out of the building. When you started to squirm, the hands tightened around you and lips crashed up against yours. Strangely, you felt relaxed by the rough yet sweet kiss. When the person pulled away, you stared into the eyes of the big nation. Those eyes and that scarf hmm
"You promised that we would become one when I was older, I'm older now, so you can keep your promise!" the big nation cheered happily. Then it struck you.
"нет, Ivan!" he said and kissed you again. Knowing that you couldn't get out of this promise, you kissed back. As for the next morning let's just say you awoke in Ivan's bed, butt naked next to a butt naked sexy Russian with his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug, he was smiling in his sleep. You smiled and nuzzled into his chest, not caring that you were probably going to be late for the next Allies Meeting.