Iron Will |Reader x Countryhumans|

Magic, A Portal, and a Load of Trouble

Written August 9, 2024

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ingushetia exclaimed. The Soviet children all turned to the door. They followed the oblast's voice to the meeting room. Ingushetia and a few other oblasts were standing in the way of a large, misty periwinkle-colored portal. The four trotted into the room. One oblast, wearing an uskhanka and oilskins turned to them.

"Kids? What are you doing here?" He asked calmly, crouching to their level.

"We heard Auntie Tia scream, Uncle Yakutsk."

Yakutsk sighed, glancing at the other oblasts before turning his attention back to the children. "Auntie Tia was just... surprised," he said, trying to keep his voice calm despite the situation. "This is something the grown-ups need to handle, alright? Why don't you all go back to your rooms?"

Russia, the eldest, furrowed her brow in concern. "But Uncle Yakutsk, what's that portal? It looks scary."

Yakutsk hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. Before he could answer, Ingushetia spoke up, her voice still tinged with shock. "It's nothing you need to worry about, sweethearts. Just... something unexpected. We'll take care of it."

Ukraine, always curious, stepped closer to the portal, eyes wide with fascination. "Where does it go? Is it dangerous?"

Yakutsk quickly moved to block the children's view of the portal, his expression firm. "It's not safe, Ukraine. That's why you need to leave this room right now."

Kazakhstan, sensing the tension in the air, reached for Russia's hand. "Come on, let's go. I don't like this."

Reluctantly, the children began to back away, but not before Russia shot one last concerned look at her uncle and aunt. "Promise you'll be careful?"

Yakutsk forced a reassuring smile. "I promise. Now go on, and stay together."

As the children reluctantly left the room, Yakutsk stood up, his expression hardening. He exchanged a tense glance with Ingushetia and the other oblasts. "This wasn't supposed to happen," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ingushetia shook her head, still staring at the swirling portal. "I know. But we need to figure out what it is and where it came from—before someone else does."

The oblasts huddled together, their minds racing with questions and the growing realization that whatever had caused this anomaly, it was just the beginning.

Moskva, the head of the group cleared her throat. She pushed up her rectangular glasses and spoke. "Comrade Omsk, you have been dabbling in magic lately. Are you responsible for this...this happening?"

Omsk, with her wavy hair down and sporting a carefree smile, answered the woman's question. "Yeah. I did. Pretty cool, huh?" Chechnya spoke up from behind, agitated.

"Pretty cool? Comrade USSR is going to kill us all!" Omsk rolled her eyes and fidgeted with her charoite pendant. The last oblast among the group, Leningrad, sounded exhausted as he spoke, his words heavy.

"We need Comrade N/N to watch the kids while we sort this out. You all know how curious they are." Leningrad paused, rubbing his empty eye socket, "they're going to cause even more trouble." He fixed his Tsarist-era coat and looked on with an empty gaze.

"How are we going to inform Comrade USSR about this?" Moskva stressed, tugging desperately at the collar of her blouse.

"Easy! We will not!" Chechnya chimed in. The other five oblasts stared him down. The Turkic man shyly smiled and said quietly, "I'm just going to fetch Comrade N/N." He dashed out of the meeting room and out of the Kremlin towards Tverskaya Ulitsa.