I dont know if the upper photo glitch has been fixed but if it hasnt i put the photos on the end of the chapter anyway (if wattpad deletes them too and i look delusional i will simply kms)
Trigger warnings are at the end of the chapter for those who don't want to get spoiled. Its after the final header, underlined like so.
Is it really an AP chapter without trigger warnings come ON NOW
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"Soviet-! Oh, I'm so happy you're here."
Russia felt the exact opposite.
20th January 1966, Beijing
Why did he act this surprised anyway? He was expecting his father. This was a political meeting for fuck's sake.
"Likewise, my friend." His father smiled, putting his hand on Russia's back to guide him in. Only then the man saw him; his brows raising with surprise.
"Do my eyes deceive me Soviet? Is that Russia?"
Russia didn't even bother hiding his eyeroll.
"He insisted on coming with me." His father's surprised tone matched the man's, although a little lesser.
"Welcome, Russia! Oh, how have you grown!"
Russia's lips twitched angrily as he smiled. "And I can see you have not, China."
China chuckled forcefully, smiling at Soviet; acting as if Russia was still a child. "He didn't change a bit."
"You didn't change a bit either." He smirked more. "For worse."
His father hit his back lightly, smiling at China. Russia gave him a look with his brows raised, his lips formed into a smile. His father didn't look at him but instead showed the house.
"Let's head in."
As China ventured deeper into the house Soviet held his arm.
Here we go again, Russia thought.
"Stay put." His father warned.
"Or else?" Russia mimicked.
"You are here because you wanted to be here. Remember that."
"I came here to learn your job. It doesn't mean I suddenly love him so very much."
"You don't have to act like you love him. But you have to respect him."
Russia smiled. "I don't."
"You are not a child anymore, Russia." His father looked at him better. Russia wasn't small by any means, he was nearing his 1.90s, but next to his father he still had to raise his head to see his eyes. In the surrounding decor of brown and red, Soviet looked weirdly blended in. He looked calmer, he looked more relaxed. "I expect your actions to be your age as well."
"What if they don't?" Russia teased, even though he knew he was going to obey his father.
Soviet knew as well. "They will."
He patted his back and walked straight in, leaving Russia behind.
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Russia followed after a few minutes. He watched as his father and China sat down on the mat. The servants poured them tea and the smell of jasmine came to Russia's nose, subconsciously relaxing him. In no time his father and China were chuckling.
Seeing his father at ease for once was a welcome sight, it really was, but the man before him...
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