Iron Will |Reader x Countryhumans|

Babysitter

Written July 25, 2024

Since Y/N had talent her job as the "unofficial Kremlin babysitter," she'd been able to pry information out of the kids through small talk. Children often have loose lips. Under close supervision, she could go around the building to get necessities for the children. The children, with their innocent trust, often shared snippets of information without realizing the significance. She listened carefully, piecing together details about the inner workings of the Kremlin and the dynamics between its inhabitants.

One afternoon, while playing a board game with Russia and Ukraine, Y/N casually asked, "Do you ever get to see the other parts of the Kremlin?"

Russia, concentrating on her move, replied, "Sometimes. Papa takes us to his office, and we see the big meeting rooms. But we're not allowed in the important places alone."

Ukraine nodded, adding, "Yeah, only with Papa. But the meeting rooms are boring. Lots of old people talking."

Y/N laughed lightly, masking her interest. "I can imagine. Do you ever hear what they talk about?"

Ukraine shook his head. "No, they close the doors. But once, I heard Papa say something about America. He was really mad."

This nugget of information was gold. Y/N filed it away, her mind racing with the possibilities it opened up.

On days when she was allowed to roam the building to fetch necessities for the children, Y/N kept her eyes and ears open. She noted the layout of the corridors, the locations of offices, and the routines of the guards. Every detail was potentially useful.

Occasionally, she'd run into the guarded USSR. He wasn't one for small-talk at all. These encounters were always brief and formal. He would acknowledge her presence with a curt nod or a brief greeting, but he rarely engaged in conversation. His stern demeanor made it clear he was not one for small talk, which suited Y/N just fine. The less attention she drew to herself, the better.

One evening, while walking back from the kitchen with snacks for the children, she nearly collided with USSR in a dimly lit hallway. "Comrade N/N," he said, stopping abruptly.

"Comrade USSR," she responded, steadying herself. "I was just getting some snacks for the children."

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Good. They speak highly of you." He paused, as if considering his next words. "It's important to keep them happy and safe. You're doing well."

"Thank you, Comrade," Y/N replied, her heart pounding.

He gave a curt nod and continued down the hallway, leaving Y/N standing there, her mind racing. Each interaction, however brief, was a reminder of the delicate balance she had to maintain. She was gaining their trust, bit by bit, but she could never afford to let her guard down.

Returning to the children, she handed out the snacks, her smile hiding the whirlwind of thoughts beneath. She was making progress, slowly but surely. Each piece of information, each careful observation, brought her closer to her goal. But she knew the hardest part was yet to come.

"Auntie Omsk is saying she's glad she doesn't have to babysit us anymore." Kazakhstan said as he nibbled on the doktorskaya Y/N had retrieved. Y/N chuckled at Kazakhstan's comment, masking her inner satisfaction.

"Well, I'm glad I get to spend time with you all," she said warmly, patting his head. "You're a great bunch." The children smiled and continued their chatter, filling the room with their innocent energy. Y/N listened closely, always alert for any useful tidbits of information.

"Auntie Omsk says she gets to work on more important stuff now," Ukraine added, munching on his own snack. "She's always busy with papers and meetings."