(read desc.)Countryhumans Oneshots

M!Russia x F!America(R/D/ER/F)

Word count: 750 words

"Babe!" a call echoed down the hallway and into the ears of the man cleaning up the living room. It was approaching summertime so it was the annual time of house cleaning.

Russia stood back up and called back down the hallway, "Yeah?"

"We're almost out of diapers and baby wipes, can you add those to the shopping list?"

"Yeah," He set the duster down and moved to head to the kitchen where said list was. "anything else?"

A slightly more timid reply came that got louder as the source of the voice came down the hallway. "Well, yeah, I'm almost out of tampons, but I can get those myself later..." Russia looked up at his wife and smiled reassuringly.

"I can get those for you, don't worry about it," he assured her calmly. America smiled gratefully and went around the counter to give him a hug, which Russia fully accepted and returned.

"Thanks, babe. You have no idea how many guys I've came across that are grossed out by just the mention of it. I'm glad you're not like that," she murmured into his shirt. Russia chuckled and pet her head.

"Well, I personally don't see anything wrong with something that prevents you from bleeding everywhere," he laughed, and America joined him. Eventually she pulled away and wiped a tear from her eye.

"Yeah—" she giggled. "That would make sense." Russia simply smiled lovingly down at her and gave her a kiss to the forehead. He picked up the pen and started writing down said items.

"Why don't you head back to cleaning Alaska's room while he's still on that play date? I'll finish up the living room then go to the store." America nodded and left down the hall again, but not before giving him a kiss on the cheek and a quiet "love you."

Russia's eyes flicked open. After a moment he looked around motionlessly, then sighed out. It was another dream again. They've been occurring more often now that America's getting closer to the end of her term. Ever since they found out it was a boy, he's been having dreams about their life with him. And when they named him together, his name had started being mentioned as well. Russia turned over to his side and watched his lovely wife sleeping peacefully. Despite the awkward and crowded position she had to sleep in, she's been taking it well. Russia smiled. She was strong woman. In everything she did, it was filled with confidence and a thirst to learn. She was full of adventure and ambition, and would take risks one would normally stay away from. Risks that no one believed she would take. Risks that she 'did' take and pass with flying colors. She was a woman who was always up for something new, a woman who ignored gender standards and followed her heart, and she wanted to pass that down to their son. She wanted to show him the world and all it had to offer.

Being proud was an understatement for the Russian. He was very proud to have been gifted with someone like her in his life, let alone as his wife. Half the time he feels like he doesn't deserve her, like she's some sort of divine beauty and he was but a peasant. He felt like one touch and she would crumble to ashes, and he would lose her forever. She was a free spirit, and he was bound to earth. He had no control over her. He couldn't. Not that he would anyway. She goes where she chooses, and he would let her. Because he loves her so much and would never cage her in fear of damaging those strong but fragile wings. She is like a bird, meant to be free. Meant to soar through the sky where the wind takes them, and all Russia, a mere mortal peasant, can do is watch and admire from afar.

Russia lifted a gentle hand and caressed her face. It was soft to the touch. Just like her heart. A heart that had gifted itself to him, and he couldn't feel more honored. He loved her dearly, and would do anything for her, anything at all.

"Я люблю тебя," he whispered quietly. He fell asleep again with a now content smile on his face. He was happy. He had anything and everything he could possibly need. And all he needed was someone to share his heart with in this lonely world.