Toleration [SovAme]

A Nice Family Reunion

The Soviet Union opened his eyes with a start, quickly taking in his surroundings. He was in a bunker of sorts. It was quiet and he was surrounded by metal. He quickly got up and grabbed for his knife. His dagger wasn't there. 

"Fuck." He immediately tensed up, glancing around frantically. He didn't have his dagger to help, so he was stuck with just his bare hands, sure if a gun came along he would be done for anyways, but at least the knife made him feel more in control of his surroundings.

Soviet bit his lip and tried to steady his breathing as he walked along, his feet clanging on the metal floor. Well, at least no one could sneak up on him. He gulped, feeling tense and kept walking through the halls,  looking around and checking his back every few seconds.

Footsteps!

Someone was coming for him. He didn't know who but someone. He froze, widening his stance towards the sound of the person. He could barely hear anything over his breathing and heartbeat, but the footsteps slowly got closer and closer. The person jumped when they saw Soviet, starting to tremble slightly.

Soviet stared back at them, loosening up slightly as he recognized them. He remembered bits and pieces from after he had died, little glimpses of time. This person was, His Handsome first Son, Russia.

"P-papa?" The voice came out shaky, like he was holding back tears.

"Russia." Soviet slowly started to walk towards him.

"I-is it really you?" Russia took a step back, clearly nervous, cautious that his mind was playing tricks on him.

"It is Son." Soviet stopped walking towards Russia and stood, arms out for Russia to come to him. "I'm so glad you've become the person you always wanted to be." He felt a smile slowly work its way along his face.

Russia stared at him for barely a moment more before closing the gap and holding onto Soviet tightly. "You don't know how long I waited to hear those words from you Papa," Tears fell from Russia's eyes into Soviet's shoulder. "I missed you so much." He sounded so grateful to Soviet for returning.

"I missed you too son." Russia's crying made his eyes start to feel misty too as he held Russia back. The time he had been gone almost whizzed by like it was nothing. Barely seeing glimpses into Russia's life. But, he was sad it took him so long to make it back to the living world. After all, Russia was holding onto him tightly. He wasn't there as a Father for Russia when he needed the support. 

Slowly Soviet started to pet Russia's head and back, gently rubbing his back like when he was a baby trying to fall asleep. "It's okay Son. I'm so glad you became the person you really were inside. You've grown up into such a handsome man while I've been gone."

Russia sniffed as he looked up at his Father, his eyes shone with happiness and pride. "Thank you Papa. You have, no clue, how long I waited for you to tell me that. I thought you'd always see me as your daughter."

"Of course not Russ. You're my son, and a handsome one at that. Are you not going to find yourself a wife?" He paused for a second, "or, husband I guess?"

Russia laughed and wiped the tears off his face. He really had grown up into such a strong, handsome boy, no, Man after Soviet had left. "I'm dating Canada actually. They're really kind to me." He smiled even more up at his father.

"I'm so proud of you Russia. You've done so well since I left." Soviet put his hands on Russia's shoulders, looking at him with the pride any parent should when looking at their child.

"You're not, going to leave, are you?" Russia looked up at Soviet, his eyes wide.

"Of course not Russ. I don't plan on Leaving for a long time."