Hetalia one-shots

Rusame- War Is No Place For Anyone.

AN: A recommendation made by  NiKkIRoSeqwp I think I tagged that correctly? Idk. Anyway, this is a WW1 fic with a few mentions of the Russian revolution. I am no historian so some of the information may be incorrect in which I apologize for in advance. Please enjoy the Angst/Fluff Rusame+ Alaska.

<Third person POV>

A ship arrives at a British port no later than half past five; a tall blond man in a soldier's uniform searches the crowd for a familiar face; a little boy with ash-blond hair sits on the tall man's shoulders.

The blond man spots one of the men he was looking for and signals to him with a wave; he waved back. As people flowed off the ship, the two men tried their best not to lose sight of the other. Soon the two men and boy successfully managed to break away from the large crowd of AEF soldiers.

"дядя Matvey!," The little boy exclaimed from his father's shoulders in an accent unfamiliar to the crowd.

"Hello, Alexei," Mathew said as he scooped up the child in his strong arms and spun him around. The little boy giggled as his unce spun him around and gave him a tight hug.

"Gosh, Alfred, what have you been feeding him; I swear he's grown at least ten centimeters(~4 in) since I last saw him," Mathew noted as he held on to the boy using his hip for support.

Alfred, the boy's father, rubbed his neck sheepishly, "Ehh, what can I say, boy, is just like his fathers."

"About bloody time you got here, I swear you Americans never arrive on time."

The American rolled his eyes, "Nice to see you to Arthur." He teased.

The Englishman scoffed, "Your help would have been much more useful, three fucking years ago when the war began, not when it's almost over." He fumed.

Alexi and Mathew looked back and forth between the two men; none enjoyed the tension that had risen. "Come on now, now is not the time to argue; we still have much traveling to do, and I'm sure Alfred and Alexei are tired from their trip."

"Wait, who's Alexei?" Alred asked as he turned to look at Mathew.

"Alexei is my amazing son!" Alfred declared as he took the boy from Mathew's arms and held him up for all to see. The boy giggled as he was, once again, held above the ground.

"Alfred, you know, this is no place for a child; there is a bloody war going on. We were supposed to meet for political manners, and you decide to bring a child with you." Arthur fumed.

"I know you codger; the kid just wants to see Ivan, that's all," Alfred exclaimed.

"What? Why would the child want to see Ivan?" Arthur asked.

"Long story short, Alexei here is Ivan's son, but he is now under my custody."

"Wait, you're telling me that Alexei is the territory of Alaska?" Arthur questioned.

"Yep," Alfred responded with a pop.

"God Alfred, just make sure the child behaves," Arthur said as he rubbed his temples in annoyance.

Alfred grinned, "Hear that, Alexi, you're going to see daddy again. You want to see dad, of course, you do, don't you, Alexi," Alfred said as he held the boy to face him and carried him higher.

"Alfred, be careful with the child; you could drop him," Arthur warned.

"Aw, don't worry so much; he'll be fine."

"We should get going now," Mathew informed, "The train leaves in the next hour."

"Oh shit, you're right," Alfred said with a face of realization, "Here, take the kid," Alfred ordered, giving Alexei to Mathew, "I'm going to get our luggage," Alfred informed as he ran off.