"Papa"
"Belarus? You should go to bed it's almost midnight"
"I-I need watercolors for tomorrow" A little girl started crying "I forgot"
Her father just sigh and lift her up "Shhhh...I will go buy it now...but you go to sleep, okey?"
"Mhm..."
Soon she was calm and asleep as her father got inside another room. It belong to his oldest son who hid his phone under a blanket "Don't even try"
"Papa, I will go to sleep. Please don't take my phone"
"I won't. Do you have any watercolors"
"No, I gave mine to Ukraine and he lost them-"
"Okay, I will run to the 24h store. You stay awake and wait for me in the living room"
"Of course papa" Russia got up and put his slippers on smiling
"Russia"
"Yes?"
"You are still in the same clothes you wore today"
"What- oh" Russia immediately go to change
Soon Soviet was picking between pastel water colours and normal once "which one would she want more...I will just get her both-" he took them and started walking to cash register "better be safe then sorry"
"Good evening sir"
"Good evening. Just this"
"Watercolors at this hour"
"Yeah"
"Your daughter forgot she needs them for school tomorrow" Cashier made a joke it was an older woman
"That's right" He sigh and payed then left. But as he got out another man did too holding a pack of cigarettes. Soviet watched as man go to the car giggling. Inside he saw another two man but the man who was asleep in backseat was what interested him "he is beautiful..." but as he was about to walk to the car it drove away "fuck, I am weak on blonds"
"I can skip history tomorrow if you want us to hang out in the bathroom...yes...promise...if you promise we will be alone-" Doors open as Russia immediately put his phone down and look at them "Papa-"
"Go to bed and leave your phone here"
Boy whined and send one message then walk upstairs to bed being a blushing mess smiling. His father on other hand go to the kitchen and pure himself a glass of liquor "And now I can't get that blond man out of my head, fuck why am I so weak on that hair colour"
Next day after dropping his kids to the school it didn't take long for him to be called in school. Soon sitting in the principal's office with his oldest next to him having bruised face and hands
Next to them was a older group of boys and between them a browned hair one who was looking at principal with big innocent eyes
"Uk, I won't accept this anymore"
Principal sigh "I am sorry, I am sorry for my son he and his friends will be suspended for a week"
"Suspended!"
"Mister Vasiliev lower your voice-
"I won't accept this anymore! I am being called every other week because your son is playing a fucking 'joke' on my son!"
"Please"
"Won't it be funny and okey for me to beat you up now?"
"No-" Principal gulped as Soviet was a big man "Please-"
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Father and the waiter (ThirdReich x Soviet Union) (ThirdUnion))
FanfictionSoviet is a lonely father of three kids. He never had a real loved in his life as everyone felt empty to him. Only light that ever came to his life was his kids. But he had them with three different woman who abandoned him...given up on love and hav...
