Bear Cub

Let Him Come

Alaskan Territory smiled as he watched the people dance. The sound of glasses clicking and laughter were so refreshing now that the war was over. Thank God, World War II was finally over.
He could see America bugging England on the other side of the room. Alaskan Territory scanned over to another corner of the room where many of the soviet countries were, but couldn't spot Russia himself. He wondered if Russia even knew he was here or if he even remembered him.
He sighed to himself. Why did he care again? He hadn't exactly been happy when he was Russia's colony.
"No fucking way," an Italian voice right in front of him caused Alaskan Territory to look at Romano. The brunette stared at him shocked and it took Alaskan Territory a moment to remember he had been a lot smaller when Romano lived at America's house.
"Long time no see," Alaskan Territory said with a small smile. Romano just stared up at him shocked. The Territory had barely reached his waist last time Romano saw him. Now he was a few centimeters taller than him.
"How the fucking hell are you that fucking tall!?" Romano yelled before turning to yell at America who was still across the room,"Americano bastardo, what the freaken fuck!?" Alaskan Territory covered his mouth; he was trying so hard not laugh.
America only laughed and began to make his way over. England and France followed curiously.
"Fratello," Italy began,"who is-a this?" While most of the ex-axis members were not allowed to attend, Romano and Italy were the exception.
"This idiota is America's fucking little brother." Romano stated simply and a few people began to whisper among themselves.
"Well he'll be my papa eventually," Alaskan Territory said nervously as he began to feel the weight of so many curious eyes on him,"I hope to become one of his states once my population is high enough." Alaskan Territory scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"Not if big brother takes you back first, Russian America." Belarus hissed as she walked up. Unlike the two Italians who shrank from her, Alaskan Territory stopped leaning against the wall and stood a fell height.
"My name is Alaskan Territory," he hissed to Belarus who was wearing a beautiful red dress a few feet away from him,"and you still don't scare me." America quickly tried to push his way through the crowd toward his son. He was starting to panic cause wherever Belarus was Russia was almost never far.
"You should be you little..."
"Leave him be, Belarus,"Russia's cold yet excited voice made Alaskan Territory freeze in fear though he tried not to make it obvious,"me and my ex-colony have a lot to catch up on. Don't we медвежонок?"
Lithuania knocked on Russia's office door. After the sound of a loud gulp, footsteps came and the door opened. Russia smiled down at him.
"Crimea told you came and needed to talk to me," Russia said letting the smaller county in,"what took you so long?" Lithuania felt himself shake slightly as he sat down.
"I thought I'd help Crimea put with a few chores and..."
"And what?" Russia asked with a sweet smile that hid far to many intentions. God damn it. Lithuania thought to himself. Why couldn't Mr. Russia be easier to read?
"See if the rumors were true." Lithuania said simply as Russia signed a piece of paper before him. The sandy blonde haired man blinked.
"There are already rumors about медвежонок?" Russia asked absentmindedly and snickered,"no doubt Amerika has been talking a bit to much again."
"Why did you take him right now?" Lithuania asked quickly and fearfully,"you might just be giving America a reason to start world war 3!" Russia only continued to smile and opened a new bottle of vodka.
"I know," Russia said with an odd to tone of happiness that held undertones of something else far darker. Lithuania sighed; he now saw there was no negotiating with Russia on this. Either America was was gonna steal his son back or... oh god... Lithuania didn't even want to think of another world war.
***
Alaska quietly walked down the stairs. Thanks to the exciting news, he was now unable to just sit in his old room. He felt more brave and besides he sorta wanted to see what had changed about Russia's since he was a kid.
He began to just wander aimlessly. The house was massive, but oddly empty. He remembered the many personifications running around during the Russian Empire days. Now there was only four who lived there full time and one of them was Russia.
"With how many he took over, I'm almost surprised he even remembers me." Alaska said to himself.
"Like I've said before," Russia's voice answered as his shadow engulfed Alaska,"you were my only colony." Alaska shivered slightly as he turned to look at the large country who somehow snuck up on him.
"Speaking of which..." Alaska began than shook his head,"never-" Russia squeezed his shoulder a little as though to give some sort of warning.
"Da?" Alaska gulped and took a deep breath. Why did Russia always make him feel like there was no air?
"Why did you have me call you papa?" Alaska asked curiously,"I mean all the other countries had their colonies call them big brother." Russia smiled innocently at him and ruffled his hair.
"I had wished to replace something you had lost." Russia said sweetly but Alaska felt himself tense in rage. Him. Replace Inuit. That was hilarious coming from the man who stole him from Inuit!
"I'm so happy you decided to leave your room in such a good mood." Russia said deciding he was now bored with the other subject.
"I was just curious." Alaska said with an irritated smile. Russia laughed a little at him then extended his hand.
"The lighter please." How did he!?
"The lighter. Now." Alaska sighed as he pulled the lighter from his coat. He glared at Russia as he set it in his hand.
"Good медвежонок!" Russia said as though he were talking to a dog and not Alaska. Alaska snorted before he turned his back to Russia so he could walk away. However, Russia was not done talking to him; the large nation grabbed his arm and hugged Alaska from behind.
"Whatever hope of going back to Amerika that has appeared in that little frozen head of your's will not live long. Let him come for you. I dare him to. You aren't going anywhere." Alaska trembled and Russia kept him trapped in his arms.