Random One Shots

Russia and USSR Family Bonding

I stared at him. My jaw clenched to hide the tears threatening to rise. I felt overwhelmed. He was here. He, he was actually here. He shouldn't be here.

"Hey," he gave me a weak smile and raised his hand in greeting. How was he so unaffected by this.

"You. You." There was so much I wanted to say to him. I wanted to cry, to jump into his arms but I also wanted to run away. To tell him I hated him and run away. There was too much. Everything was so strong and all I could do was stand there, holding back tears and watch as he got closer. Step by step.

I felt myself take a step backwards. My face felt hot and I was starting to get a headache from clenching my jaw. I felt a single tear slip out of my eye.

He stopped moving. I had done so much after he was gone. Sure it wasn't fun losing him but in the years I'd come to find myself. The true me.

It's been 50 years since I last saw that face. 50 years since I last heard his voice speaking to me. I'd missed him so much despite all the wrongdoings and issues we'd had, I still loved him.

"Russia, my child." His voice was just like I remembered it. But, I was the reason he died, I was one of the last to leave the union. Why isn't he angry?

"Papa?"

"It's been awhile, my son." And with that I couldn't hold back anymore and started to bawl, he quickly held me close. "Shhh, I'm here now Russ. It's okay my little bear. I'm so proud of you."

"I missed you." I cried into his shoulder, holding onto him tightly. Maybe if I let go, he would be gone and I refused to let that happen.

"I missed you too Russ. I'm so proud of you becoming such a strong handsome man. I didn't expect it but I'm glad you're happy." Those were words I never expected to hear from him. I'd always been his little girl, I'm glad to finally be his son.

Slowly I let go of the hug and wiped away my tears. "A-Are you here to stay?" My voice cracked, scared he'd say no. That he would be gone again.

"Of course Russia. You know I'm not the only country to come back from the dead."

"I missed you so much." I hugged him tightly again and he held me back as I slowly recovered.

"How is everyone else doing?"

"Bel is fine, she'll be happy to see you again. The others, they don't really talk to me. Ukraine and I are better but he probably won't be happy to see you."

"Fair. I didn't expect him to. How's the Capitalist?"

"Actually we're on pretty good terms."

"Good. Maybe we'll get married in a few years." He had a smile like he was excited for something and for once I did not wanna hear about it.

"Papa!"

"What? We were a thing back in the day. He was always hottest when yelling at me."

"I don't need to know about your sex life Papa."

"Who said anything about sex?"

"You."

"No, we'd argue all the time. And he was hottest yelling at me," Papa chuckled to himself. "Those were good times."

"Yeah I'll let the others know about you soon. But first, how much history do you know?"

"Not much. I was barely able to get glimpses of you  becoming the handsome man you are today."

"Shush Papa."

"Hey I'm just glad you're a man and not doing hard drugs with those needles."

"Papa you raised me better than that."

"And your girlfriend uses weed."

"Canada rarely does and she doesn't smoke it unlike someone I know who smoked every day."

"Alright alright I'll stop."

We both laughed and I wiped the trails of tears off my cheeks. I missed him so much. It was great to finally have my Papa back.