~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:100◀

The chapter:

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Time skip to five years later:

3rd person pov:

Five years had passed, and the world had settled into a quieter rhythm. Russia found himself sitting on a bench in a beautiful garden, the sun casting a gentle glow over the lush greenery. The flowers were in full bloom, their vibrant colors a perfect backdrop to the serene setting. The sound of children’s laughter filled the air, drawing his gaze to where his daughter played with Ukraine’s son.

The little girl, with her soft white hair and bright eyes, was a bundle of energy as she ran around the garden, her laughter infectious. Ukraine’s son, just as lively, chased after her, their games filled with innocent joy. They played tag, their small feet pattering on the soft grass, and sometimes they paused to pick up fallen leaves, marveling at their shapes and colors. The sight warmed Russia's heart, a peaceful contrast to the memories that began to drift through his mind.

As he watched them play, his thoughts wandered back to his own childhood, a time when he too was young and carefree. He could almost hear the echoes of his own laughter mingling with his younger siblings' as they played in the fields of their homeland. Those were simpler times, before the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders. He remembered the close bond he shared with his siblings, how they would run through the meadows, their laughter echoing through the vastness of their land.

But those memories were soon overshadowed by darker ones. The image of Third Reich came unbidden, a period marked by suffering and terror. Russia’s expression darkened as he recalled the torment and fear, the cold brutality that had scarred his youth. Then, like a beacon of hope in the midst of that darkness, he remembered his father, Soviet, rescuing him. At that moment, his father was his savior, pulling him out of the abyss. But the relief was short-lived. The man who had once been his protector slowly turned into an abuser, his love twisted by the influence of America. The shift had been gradual but devastating, transforming his father’s behavior from caring to harsh and unyielding.

He wondered, as he often did, if his father was still alive, would he be proud of the person he had become? Or would he be disappointed by the choices he had made, by the paths he had taken? The thought lingered, heavy in his mind, as he continued to watch the children, the past and present merging in the quiet of the garden.

Then his thoughts shifted to the first time he met China. At first, there had been nothing special about that encounter, just when his father introduced him as an ally. But now, as he sat there, the father of a beautiful daughter they had created together, he realized how much things had changed. The connection that had grown between them was strong and undeniable. What started as a formal relationship had blossomed into something deep and profound, leading to the family they cherished.

His mind also wandered to America, who had once pursued him with an almost obsessive fervor. America’s fixation had been unsettling, a twisted kind of affection that bordered on dangerous. Russia remembered the unsettling encounters, the possessive grip, the dark glint in America’s eyes—traits reminiscent of a yandere, unwilling to let him go. But despite America’s efforts, he had failed to claim Russia. Now, America had moved on, finding solace in Japan, their relationship forming a new chapter in their lives.

Germany had moved on as well, marrying Switzerland, and the news that Switzerland was now pregnant brought a smile to Russia’s face. Life was moving forward for all of them, it seemed. Belarus had found happiness too, marrying North Korea. They were an unusual couple, but as Russia saw it, their bond was sweet and sincere. The two of them had found something special in each other, and it made Russia glad to see his sibling happy.

Kazakhstan, his ever-protective brother, had been discussing plans to propose to Vietnam. Russia was thrilled for him, knowing that Vietnam would make a wonderful partner. The two of them had a strong connection, and Russia hoped that Kazakhstan would find the same happiness that he had with China.

His thoughts turned to Algeria, another close friend. Algeria’s relationship with his brother, Morocco, had seen its ups and downs, with frequent disagreements that often led to heated arguments. But beneath it all, Russia knew there was a deep bond between them. They were brothers, after all, and despite the occasional fight, they cared for each other. It was a complex relationship, filled with both love and frustration, but one that Russia respected.

Finally, his thoughts settled on 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆. His heart ached for his friend, who was still struggling under Israel's harsh treatment. Despite the ongoing challenges, Palestine was resilient, finding strength in the support of his allies and friends. Russia admired his courage, knowing that Palestine's fight was far from over, but also knowing that he was not alone in it. There were many who stood by his side, ready to help him in any way they could.

Russia sighed softly, leaning back on the bench as he watched his daughter and Ukraine’s son continue to play, their laughter a reminder of the innocence that still existed in the world. Despite the pain of the past, there was hope in the future. He was grateful for the life he had now, for the family and friends that surrounded him, and for the peace that moments like this brought to his soul.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the garden, Russia smiled to himself, feeling a sense of contentment. The memories of the past were there, always lingering, but they were now part of a larger story—one that included love, family, and the hope of a brighter tomorrow.

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