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Tsar in your Heart 👑

"Oh quit your snickering, this is serious Ukraine" Russia whined. Still recovering from their belly laugh and making their move on the chess board. "Dear brother, you do realize this forbidden love is completely impossible, No?"

"Are you saying my power isn't powerful enough to make it happen?"

"Not quite, but you know it's sort of against father's morals Russia. Besides, you really wish to rub groins with a peasant, a servant no less?Just marry someone who doesn't live in this country if you just absolutely have to throw yourself out there,"

"You don't understand Ukraine, he's completely overtaken my mind. I think of him every day. I pushed over my mistress for him, it's not his fault I'm in love you know,"

"Well...just don't get your feelings hurt is all I can say, and I think I will take my leave now. You've defeated me in every game but one and we were able to talk for a bit,"

Ukraine stood up from their chair and like usual Russia got up and followed to see them off. After saying their goodbyes Ukraine was riding back to their kingdom in the light snowy weather, urgent to get back in case of a surprise blizzard.

After not being able to see his sibling's silhouette any longer he made his way back into his palace and to the dining hall. Upon entry he spotted his love interest cleaning an area of the floor. Being hyper focused in the chore as well, not noticing the tsar a couple feet away from him.
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"America Tsaritsa?" Russia mumbled loud enough for the servant boy to hear. America immediately got off of the floor to greet his lord with a bow. "P-Permission to speak my Imperial Majesty Sir?" Russia let out a chuckle, "very formal like always, but yes?"

"Why would you give me such and unearned title Sir?...Tsaritsa your Lord Majesty?" America spoke with a bit of shakiness in his voice, scared of questioning his superior.

"Does it cause you discomfort, America?"

"No Sir. It just leaves me in such a baffled state that you would refer to me in such a high regard, and I wish for you to not get in trouble with other monarchs as well,"

Though it slightly stung for America to question him, Russia let it slide due to his over growing affection for this certain servant. "America Tsaritsa get off the floor, I'll get another servant for this job. You were not the servant I ordered for this task either"

"My Imperial Majesty, please don't get angry, I insisted. I wanted to clean here-"

Russia began to aggressively snap his fingers alerting a servant close by, on her way to the servants quarters. "You Switzerland, finish the floor. America, please go to the servants quarters and get your well earned rest. If you work yourself to hard your bound to break at some point, don't stress,"

Russia picked up the cloth and bucket of water, handing it to Switzerland so she could finish what America had started. As well as shooing him away to go rest and to not anger the monarch, America did just that, even getting a nap in.

Hours later America awoke already preparing to do another task. He put his hat back on, tying a head scarf over it placing the knot under his chin. He then put on a winter cloak and his boots, grabbed a basket and started making his way to the market to restock on the food supply.

Almost 30 minutes had passed before Russia had noticed America wasn't home. "Norway, where has America been? Is he still resting in the servants' quarters like I asked?" Norway began to gain a knot in his stomach. America had asked for him not to tell the Tsar of his whereabouts, but even without an answer Russia knew the answer was no.