Alaska's Story: (Rusame Hetalia Fanfiction)

Russia visits America

-Third's Pov-

Usually on days like this, America would love it when someone visits his home. Espically the states, cause right now, it was entirely lonesome since Tony went back in space to visit his friends.

He would love it when someone comes see him today.

But...

America: WTF are you doing here?

Russia: Hello Fredka~!

America: Ugh...You're not leaving anytime soon are you?

Russia: Nyet. Not even if you forced me.

Russia was stubborn, America can give him kudos for that. But he as much as he wish to close the door on  Russia's face. He noticed the pipe behind the taller man's back.

America: (You got to be shittin me.) Fine. Come in. Just don't try anything.

Russia: Of course~!

Russia was smiling as he walked into America's house.

America: Need anything to drink?

Russia: Da! Vodka will be fine.

Even if he didn't like Russia, he still had to be a good host to his guests when they show up. And he does a pretty good job at it too.

Ha! England always says he has no manners but the older nation was pretty much an hypocrite himself when he comes charging into America's house just to have an excuse to scowl him or if he decides to stay for a while if he gets into a nasty fight with France.

America: Here you go big guy.

Russia smiles and takes the bottle of vodka and America sits down to eat a cheeseburger.

America: -Munch- -Munch- So what is it you wanted to talk about?

Russia:...Well....

America: Let me guess. Alaska?

Russia: Da~!

America: Again. No.

Russia: But Fredka.

America: Why...? Why do you want Alaska? So you can take him from me so he can 'become one with you'?

Russia: Nyet. I want...To be his father again.

America: You had your chance since 1867. Now it's 2017. You had almost 200 years to make it up to him but you fucked up.

Russia: Fredka....

America: Alaska...Doesn't want to see you, Ivan.

Russia made a frown.

Russia: And how do you know that, da? Maybe you're just keeping him from me. You're probably just manipulating him with your so-called hero ideals.

America glares at him. Did this bastard just questioned his parenting?

Alfred grabbed Ivan by his jacket and the taller nation tries to reach for his pipe but America was quicker and shot the pipe with his gun. Russia stared in shock before looking at Alfred's blue eyes glaring back into his purple ones.

America: Listen here you sadistic bastard! I don't care what you say about me, but don't you ever dare say anything about how the way I'm raising Alaska! Where were you all his life?! When you sold him to me and abandoned him the day you found out I was pregnant. When he found out, he was crying Russia! Crying!!! Crying because you left him instead of being the father he wanted. Did you ever visit him? No! You were caught up in your quest for power for world domaination. Remember, the Soviet Union?! The Cold War?! All you ever wanted was power! Family hardly meant anything to you! No ones feelings meant anything to you!  Espically that day when you hurted him! Your child! Our child! You broke his heart! And you broke mines! You said iy yourself! YOU WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM! All you cared about is what you want!!! YOU DIDGUST ME!!!!

Russia:.....Fredka...I...

America: Just...Shut up.

America felt the familiar tears come out of his eyes.

Russia: Fredka...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to make you cry.

America: Whatever asshole...T-This isn't the first time you bastards made me cry...

Russia: What are you...?!

Then that when Russia realized what America was talking about. He was talking about the world meetings when everyone teased and bullied him because the way he acts. Russia felt more guilty because he also treated America the same way the others did.

Russia softly grab ahold of America's face.

Russia: Fredka. Look at me. Please.

America looks at him, and Russia holds him. America never felt so vulnerable in such a long time.

Russia: I really am sorry Amerika. I-I never meant to hurt you...Or Alaska. Please give me another chance, da?

America:...Only if...Alaska agrees.

Russia nods. It was up to their son to see if he wants Russia back into his life.

But judging from the way America told him what their son was like, let's just say that it's going to be hard to convince the pre-teen state. But Russia still wants to try and bond with his son.

Russia: Can you please call him...To come visit us?

America: I'll see....

America grabs his cell phone and dial for Nikolai's phone number. He can't believe he's doing this.

But it's Alaska's decision.

Alaska: Papa?

America: H-Hey Kiddo. How would you like to visit papa?