What makes a Super Power?

The Fallen Tree

(Pic by LuluDig, I know I used this twice)

USSR woke up on the couch with his son still next to him. he chucked residing he must have fallen asleep. he looked over at the fire seeing it was nothing but hot ashes. oh no, I better hurry or this place will become an Iglu.

he made sure not to disturb Russia as he got up. once he got to the pile he realized it was smaller than he thought, there was only enough for one more fire and that was it. he sighed grabbing the remaining wood and went inside. 

Russia was up by the time he got back inside. The little boy smiled upon seeing his father. USSR smiled back wanting his son to feel welcome unlike how he felt when he entered his father's home. 

USSR used some of the kindling to start a small flame with the hot coals as not to wast another match. he then slowly piled on logs untell he had a good fire. well, he was Russia found a little plushie that USSR had brought there. he loved the toy as a kid and so during one of his visits to Maria and Ilya he left it there so it would be safe.

"what you got there?" USSR asked knowing full well what it was.

"RAWR" Russia responded

"Ah, Wojtek the soldier bear," he said, Russia's eyes got wide in excitement.

"RAAAAWWWRRRR" USSR cracked up at his son's growls. he looked over at the fire, knowing it wouldn't last long. 

"son, I'm gonna go get some more wood for the fire. can you stay here and play with Wojtek?"

"No!" that surprised USSR, he thought his son would be happy just staying and playing.

"No? why not?" the little boy got up and grabbed his father's hand.

"I wanna come!" The man thought for a bit, it was cold should he really take the boy with him. he looked around the house and soon found some old clothes of his, he apparently left more stuff hear than he thought. there was a warm coat and a gray ushanka, perfect for the little boy. there also was a bigger gray ushanka, it was most likely Ilya's.

"Ok I found some warmer clothes for you, hear," he helped dress up his son. the clothes were a little big, USSR was older when he war them, but they fit well enough. the little boy looked so cute in the oversized jacket and hat. Russia took his father's hand and together they set off looking for firewood.

USSR had taken a large bag for sticks along. Russia was so happy to be helping as he ran around grabbing every large stick he could find and giving it to his papa. it wasn't long untell they found a large tree that had fallen down quite some time ago. 

"wonderful we'll take this home and I can chop it up for firewood!"

"that's a big stick," Russia said in awe "I don't think we can get it in the bag" USSR chucked he was starting to like the fact that he had brought his son along. 

"It won't no, but I think I can drag it along, home it's that far away" Russia seemed to like this Idea. USSR grabbed the bottom of the tree and started to pull it along. he was bigger and stronger than most humans and even a lot of countries so he was able to move it. 

the man dragged the tree along all well his son yelled things like "You can do it" and "your so strong dad" they had gotten about halfway when USSR collapsed. he was worn out and couldn't go farther. Russia started to panic, he was 2 days old what was he suppose to do. USSR soon found himself slipping out of conciseness, he was tired and he hadn't eaten all of yesterday and all of today. it wasn't long before he blacked out.

The little boy started to cry, in his mind his father was dead. he tried to pull the tree but he couldn't get it to move. soon he started to see white stuff falling from the sky. he grabbed onto his father holding him close. Little Russia was cold and tired and hungry and just wanted to go home.

The little boy remembered what had happened his first day in the world, he had cried and someone came to help. if I cry now mabby someone would hear me. so that's what he did. he sat there in his father's arms crying out for help.

(hey sorry for the cliff hanger I just thought it would be fun. sorry for any typos again I'm not a good speller.)