Rusame-stop being so adorable

another day another struggle

-Americas pov-

"Mama?"
I turned my face towards rusi. And saw him making grabby hands towards me. "Mommy!!mommy!!"
I started to laugh. "Russ! He called me mommy!" Russia was standing there with his mouth gaping open. "What? You-your? WHAT?" Was all he could mutter out. Then rusi turned towards Russ with grabby hands. "DADA!!" Russ scooped rusi out of my hands. "MY LIL SON CALLED ME DADA!" he exclaimed gently swinging around our son. Then I paused. "Wait. Why am I the mama?" I asked. Russ gently placed rusi in his crib we had. "Idk maybe because your more feminine than I am?" Russ explained. I paused. "Oh that makes sense" I said. Russ chuckled and sat down next to the crib. Ireland came in when rusi sat up. "AUNTIE LAND" rusi yelled. Russ and I looked at rusi. He started cooing. Ireland ran over to the crib. "HE CAN TALK?!" She yelped. I nodded and Ireland started to fangirl. "I'M AN AUNT!!! WOOHOOOO!" Russ shook his head out of disbelief. "I think it's time for rusi to go to bed, we've had enough excitement for one day" Russ said tucking rusi in with his bottle. Ireland and I groaned. "Oh calm your tits guys we still have later" Ireland and I understood. And we all walked out the room.

"Goodnight my sweet bean"

Then I shut the door.