What makes a Super Power?

Who are you?

(pic by keinjidark)(!warning verbal abuse!)

"We can help USSR when he becomes a country" It had been 4 years since he had heard Alexander say that. why am I thinking about that today? USSR wondered as he walked through the forest. it was a beautiful December day. 

countries aged differently from humans. in a short amount of time, they can grow up going from a child to an adult overnight. his father spent a lot of time with the other empires that encluded France, because of this the example given to USSR was of her boys. Canada was born first but America is older simply because he matured and grew up faster than his brother. USSR had grown up quickly as well witch scared his father. unlike America or Canada, there was no land to take over, besides the land Empire Russia ruled.

"I don't want you in my house! If you weren't my son I would shoot you where you stand." "if you ever bring a child of yours into my house I'll throw them in the dungeon and let them starve." two conversations that stuck in his's mind. USSR didn't mind his father's threats toward him, he knew the man was only scared of him, what he did mind was how he threatened his future children. he wanted to be a father so badly, he loved children, but he didn't dare wish for a child well his father was still around.

"AHH" the grown man tripped over a tree root and fell into the snow. great now I'm all wet and cold.  he was about to get up when he heard something, crying. he got up quickly longing to find the source of the sound.

"Hello! where are you!" He yelled, once he did this the crying stopped, there was silence. "Hello! I want to help! I'm not gonna hurt you!" he heard the sound of someone walking on snow, then they fell. you could hear the whimpers as they held back tears trying not to revel there location. 

USSR looked behind a large tree and there he saw the source of the noise. sitting in the snow was a small brand new contry. his face and skin were red, just like USSR's, to support there similarities was the same simple on the young boy's face. they would have looked exactly the same if not for a blue column on the right side of his face. 

"why hello there little one, what's your name?" USSR got down oh his knees as to be on the same hight level as the young boy. 

"me... I'm... I'm Russia" the toddler mustered out, he was young and scared witch was normal this was his first day in the world after all.

"Russia what a wonderful name, I'm USSR it's nice to meet you" He stretched out his hand for the boy to shake. as he did this he smiled his eyes closing. Russia didn't know what he was supposed to do, so he got up and hugged the bigger contry. It shocked the older man, he hadn't had a hug in a long time.

"I'm your dad" He didn't mean to say that out loud but he did. Russia backed away processing what USSR just said. the moment it clicked in his brain a smile spread across his face. he ran into his new father wrapping his arms around USSR's torso.

"I love you dad" USSR sat there stunned, he was a father now, there was no changing that. he hugged his new son holding him close not wanting to let go. then it hit him, where was he supposed to take this child. "if you ever bring a child of yours into my house I'll throw them in the dungeon and let them starve." he couldn't bring this child home, not well he father was still around, but where else could he go.

"Daddy!"

"yes, son?"

"Can we go home now?" USSR started to panic, what do I tell the kid, that's when he remembered, the cabin of course. it was big made for a small family he could easily rase Russia there.

"of course, hear" He picked the small child up holding him close to his chest. it was cold and he had to make sure the boy was warm and comfortable. together they walked to the cabin.

the two of them soon arrived. it was freezing inside, not good conditions for a toddler. USSR set Russia down on the couch and wrapped him in a blanket. 

"I'll be right back ok, I'm just gonna get some wood so I can start a fire"

"Ok daddy!" Russia snuggled up in the blanket and layed down on the couch comfy as could be. 

There was a small woodpile covered with a tarp outback. USSR new the wood would be dry in there however there wouldn't be enough to last more than a week. getting more would have to be his task tomorrow. he grabbed the logs needed and went inside.

the grown man chucked seeing his son wrapped up so happily. he went over to the fireplace and set the logs inside of it. there was kindling in a small jar, he took a handful and set it on the logs, then grabbed a match and lit the pile ablaze. 

"there we go, this place will be warm in a minute" he got up and sat down on the empty space next to the toddler-sized burrito. Russia sat up and leaned on his father. USSR smiled and held the boy.

the two of them watched the fire burn. USSR held the mettle poker and kept the fire burning, untell they both fell asleep.

(hey sorry for any typos. This one is more cute than historical hope that's not bad. anyway thanks for reading)