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🇩🇪: male
🇷🇺: male
some kind of au lol idk
⚠️tw: tr, ussr (this takes place in 1938-39ish, and those 2 are just side characters)⚠️
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      "папа," russia grumbled, reluctantly holding two of his siblings' hands as he trailed behind his father. "тебе не кажется, что каз и бела слишком молоды для этого (don't you think kaz and bela are a little too young for this)?"

      "эй, мы тебя слышим (hey, we can hear you)!"

     "мальчик, это вопрос дипломатии. ты поймешь, когда станешь старше (boy, this is a matter of diplomacy. you'll understand when you're older)," the ussr stated blankly, ignoring kazakhstan's offended muttering, before stopping in his tracks in front of a large and extravagent building, decorated heavily with a flag unfamiliar to the RSFSR.

     the soviet union slowly turned to face the 3 best behaved of his 15 children with a perceptive gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly in warning. "я хочу, чтобы вы все вели себя как можно лучше. я не потерплю сегодня никаких махинаций или некомпетентности. последствия будут очень тяжелыми. я могу ясно выразиться (i want you all on your best behavior. i will not tolerate any shenanigans or incompetence. the consequences will be very severe. do i make myself clear)?"

        "да, папа (yes, dad)," the three children murmured in unison.

        "хорошо (good)." he said, punctuating the word strongly. his golden eyes shifted to the youngest of the group, belarus - currently also the most timid. she had never been to one of these events before. "бела, у тебя прекрасные косички (bela, your braids are lovely)." he winked, showing the slightest hint of affection.

        "спасибо, папа (thanks, dad)!" she said, visibly relaxing.

        the tallest nodded in approval, before taking a step forward and knocking on the door.

        a few moments later, a man with red skin similar to the ussr's opened the door, and smirked, showing off razor sharp teeth and blood red eyes. "udssr (ussr)! what a pleasure to see you. come in, the festivities have only just begun."

       ussr wore a polite expression, the one he enjoys naming his 'politician face'. he quickly stepped inside the building, followed closely by his waddling children. "здравствуйте, рейх." he said monotonously, shaking the shorter's hand. "it's been a while. i hope all is well?"

"oh yes, yes, thank you. and likewise, of course." he replied, not for one moment faltering his smirk. ussr said nothing, and motioned for his children to follow him.

      "найти с кем поговорить. это продлится некоторое время (find someone to talk to. this is going to take a while)." he muttered to them after they cleared out of the entrance. kazakhstan and belarus immediately wandered off, their excitement to meet people overtaking them. however, russia stayed near his father. the soviet didn't bother hiding his sigh. "россия (russia)."

      "пожалуйста, папа? я никого здесь не знаю, а ты знаешь, как я с незнакомцами (please, dad? i don't know anyone here and you know how i am with strangers)," he pleaded. it was not unknown that the soviet union's oldest son inherited many traits from his father, one of them being him being his general aura; unwelcoming and cold - something that did not necessarily do good things to his social life.

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