America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

My Broken Sunflower

*Requested by HetalianSkywalker*

Russia gazed down at his sleeping daughter, his purple eyes solemn as he saw the tear-stains on her flawless face. America had told him that poor Anastasia suffered from nightmares because of her high rate of domestic violence, and usually her mother's presence helps keep those nightmares away.

Clearly, despite their major differences, Russia and Alaska were no different from each other.

Russia wanted to see if his presence would do the same, but even still, he wasn't prepared to deal with the horrific screams that erupted from Alaska's mouth as the nightmare hit her like a frank train.

Now, like Russia, Alaska was a very strong girl, and it took a lot of strength on Russia's part to keep her from hurting herself.

"Alaska," Russia called out, and when he received no response, he called out, "Anastasia!"

That was enough to wake the girl up, and she stared at her father with wide, horrified purple eyes, his eyes.

"Папа (Papa)?" Anastasia called, breathing hard.

"Where does it hurt Sunflower?" he had asked, his voice gentle and even fatherly, something no one would think Russia was capable of.

However, Alaska just pointed to her chest, right where her heart was located, then to her throat, and finally to her head, sobbing a little. She was shaking too, and it was virtually impossible for Russia to not feel his heart take a sharp blow from the sight.

This was his daughter after all.

So he took the child into his arms, pressing her head to his own chest so she can listen to his heartbeat. Alaska didn't pull away in any way, not like the others, in fact she clung to him, like he would disappear if she let go. In the process, using the knowledge that Alaska loves listening to a lullaby in Russian, Russia did just that, watching and feeling his daughter relax and drift back off into the world of sleep.

As she slept, Russia sensed the child's mother come into the room and sat in the chair opposite Russia. Her icy eyes pierced through Russia, tense, but she didn't say a word.

"She will sleep peacefully da." Russia stated, unaffected by America's stare. He had long since gotten used to it. Though even he had to admit he understood where she was coming from.

"I hope," she replied, finally glancing at the sleeping Alaska before she returned it to Russia. "However, let me warn you; If you place my daughter in any danger, any kind at all, I will rip your heart from your chest and rip it to pieces with my bare hands."

Russia seemed unaffected on the outside, but inside he cringed. It a short period of time he learned that America always followed through with her threats, and she knew his weakness, which made matters worse for him. However, instead of letting that fear pass through, Russia met America's stare with his own.

"You would honestly think I would bring harm to my own daughter?" he asked.

America didn't falter. "I have no doubt."

That shouldn't have hurt him, but it did. However, Russia knew he had to prove to his daughter's mother of his worth.

"Don't play stupid Amerika, you and I both know Alaska needs me in her life da?"

This time America's lips thinned, but she didn't bother to deny it. Got her.

"Fine, but remember that I'm only doing this for my daughter's sake, not yours," she reminded.

Russia had no doubt. However, he wouldn't have it any other way, for that was the reason why she interested him so much to begin with.