~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:34◀

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3rd person pov:

Two weeks had passed since the last stormy night, and life in the household had settled into its usual rhythm. The siblings went about their daily routines, each contributing to the harmony of their shared home. One afternoon, Soviet returned with an air of importance, calling everyone to gather in the living room.

The siblings assembled quickly, curiosity evident on their faces. Soviet stood before them, his expression serious but composed.

“I have an important announcement to make,” he began, looking at each of them in turn. “Today, we welcome a new member to our family.”

The door opened, and an adult figure stepped inside. He was taller and older than any of soviet's kids, with a calm yet cautious demeanor. Soviet introduced him with a firm voice.

“This is the Weimar Republic. He will be staying with us from now on.”

The Weimar Republic offered a polite nod to the assembled family. “Hello,” he said, his voice measured. “I hope to get to know all of you and be a part of this family.”

The siblings greeted him warmly, though Russia remained slightly distant, his thoughts racing with memories of the past.

After the initial introductions, Soviet called Russia aside for a private conversation in his study. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with unspoken concerns.

“Russia,” Soviet began, his tone serious, “I want you to help Weimar settle in. Show him around and make sure he feels at home here. This is important.”

Russia nodded, but before he could speak, Soviet continued, “And one more thing: you must cover your wings. Do not show them to Weimar.”

Russia’s eyes widened in protest. “But Father, why? He’s going to be part of the family.”

Soviet’s gaze hardened. “My word is final. It’s a secret that must remain within us”.

Russia swallowed hard, nodding reluctantly. “I understand, Father.”

Russia led Weimar through the expansive house, showing him the various rooms and spaces. The house was large, with many rooms and plenty of space for everyone.

“This will be your room,” Russia said, opening the door to a spacious, well-lit room. “You can settle in here.”

Weimar looked around, a faint smile on his face. “Thank you, Russia. I appreciate your help.”

Despite his polite demeanor, Russia couldn’t help but feel a lingering distance from Weimar. Memories of his past with TR kept resurfacing, making it hard for him to fully open up. He also constantly adjusted his clothes to ensure his wings remained hidden.

As days went by, Russia tried to maintain a polite but distant attitude, focusing on his duties and responsibilities. However, he couldn’t ignore the growing sense of camaraderie among the siblings as they welcomed Weimar into their midst.

Over time, Russia found himself gradually warming up to Weimar. Despite his initial reservations, he began to see Weimar’s genuine effort to integrate and contribute to the family. The Weimar Republic’s presence brought a new dynamic to their interactions, and Russia couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts.

One afternoon, as they worked side by side in the garden, Russia began to open up a little more,they talked a bit and laughed,but he carefully avoided any mention of his wings or his past torment.