Aftermath Plans || Amerus / Rusame

𝑬𝑹𝑨 2 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 // ❝𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑻𝑶 𝑨 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑲 𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑮𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮❞

"I have to admit, I'm surprised I find you in here my son."

America didn't even look in his direction when his father dropped himself next to him.

"Why are you surprised?" He asked, without even pulling his eyes from the father and son in front of him. The brown haired boy was near the age of eight and yet he was already taller than the boys his age. His light eyes and features contrasted his father's harsh features, although America figured the boy would grow onto them with experiences of his own. He could already see the resemblances.
The said boy was busy scolding his father over something—he did this often for some reason, such a know-it-all brat— as his father kneeled and listened with a fond face.

"I thought you would be on your own lands."

America shrugged, he didn't know why it was a big deal. "I thought I would hop in for a visit."

Britain studied him. America could see him from the side of his eyes.

"What are you feeling?"

America let out a sigh of exasperation and turned to his father. "Why did you become a therapist on me all of a sudden?"

"Can't I wonder how my son is doing?"

America chuckled and raised his brows. "Can you?"

"Come on America. Don't tell me you're still holding a grudge."

America laughed and turned his head. The scar on his eye still felt fresh even after decades.

"Look, you don't have to be this dismissive towards me." Britain answered after a long silence, cutting the sound of cold but tame Sankt Petersburgian wind. "Those days long passed. I am a changed man now, as you know."

America didn't even bother looking at him, instead turning forward to watch the father and the son after answering with a hum.

Just as he started to feel like Britain had given up the tries, he spoke again. "Do you feel old?"

"Do I appear older?" America asked, condemning. He really did not want to keep a small talk with his father.

"I did not ask in that sense." America snuck a glance towards his direction; his eyes had that gleam America had enough experience to be cautious about. "Your friend just had a son, what bigger reminder of your age is there?"

America thought about his answer for a second. "I guess so." Was the thing he settled on in the end. "It's weird having someone so little call you sir America. Someone your kind."

"So.." Britain came closer. "When will it be your turn?"

America turned to him lightning fast and a second later, a hysterical laughter poured out of his lips as he raised his hand to contain it. He didn't outright ask if Britain was stupid, but his laugh, expression and the humiliating look in his eyes were more than enough to get the point across.

Britain leaned back, having gotten his answer. "You know, this was the answer I was hoping to get."

America's laughter was dying down to giggles. "Oh now I want to have one just to piss you off."

"Kids shouldn't be had to cause something."

America leaned back on his hands, smirking. "Says you. How long was that pack with Spain again?"

"I'm not sure you or your generation would be great fathers either." Britain hummed.

"Might so. What about him, though?" He showed forward with his chin. "He is a good father. Does it make you feel something inside? Something nasty, perhaps a tint of jealousy?"