America just had another fight with his father, about something stupid, Canada made a stupid joke about his birthmark on the back of his neck, his birthmark looked like it was a cut, from a vary thin knife, But Canada said 'Maybe in a past life you died by your head getting chopped off', and America added to his joke saying 'Maybe past me did something stupid for that to happen, like fall in love with an enemy' this made he and Canada laugh,but somehow this made Britan very angery and started to shout at America.
So now America was locked in his room, as he lay on his bed still as a mouse, and tried to think about he and Canada's conversation that made him mad, but he just couldn't think of anything, so with a sigh he closed his eyes drifting off to sleep, were he'll have one of his many weird dreams.
'Look at him!he has your style of flag!' A female voice. . . his voice, if female said looking at a bundle in his hands, and indeed it had a flag that he felt was familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on why, soon his head turned to the left to look at another country, again this flag looked very familiar to him, he would look it up on his phone but by the time he opens up his phone, the picture of the country is already gone, and it sickens him that he forgets all the time. But the country next to him is smiling, before leaning over to kiss him. . . female him? On the lips " You did good Америка, your colors look amazing on our little guy".
That name 'Америка' he has no idea what language that is, and it pisses him off more that he can't figure out how to spell it, but this country says it at least a few times in the multiple dreams that he has about this particular country. Female him chuckled and looked back at the little boy in their arms "I Think we should name him Ravil, good name don't you think? He felt himself nod to the question "I do believe so. . . welcome to the world Ravil." Soon it seemed like time passed maybe like a year or a bit more female him was laying on her back as the child sleeps comfortably on her chest, she smiled and rubbed it's back before putting a protective hand on it, sitting up as the door flew open.
It was that country again, and he looked panicked " what's wrong Rus!!???" female him said a bit panicked as well " Your dad, and mine found us, we have to get out of here, put this on, and cover Ravil up in this, it's too cold out for a child his age, even though he's a moscow" he said handing America a cloke, and a wool blanket. . . No scratch that a bear blanket.
America wrapped Ravil up before putting on the cloke, and that's when they heard shouting " they're here Rus their here!!!" but Rus hushed female him, kissing him before picking female him up, shattering the window, and threw female him out but their was big enough snow to catch their fall. Female him got up and looked up at Rus, he told female him to run and go to a tree.
So she/he did.
they ran for a while before coming up on a tree, the tree looked very familiar, but it didn't matter, they ran to it before getting down, there was a big enough hole for a baby Ravils size to fit, so they put him inside, but at the loss of their mothers touch, he started to cry. They tried to shush him, before signing him a lullaby, but it was sung in that one country's language, They sighed seeing Ravil fall asleep, but their happiness didn't last long as they heard dogs barking, they turned around to see a new country getting off a horse.
They stood up and tried to run away, but was captured. The scene changed once again, this time they could see that their head was in something, but knew what it was instantly it was a, the same country came up to them and kneeled down and said " What to say anything before you die capitalist pig?" they chuckled before saying " I hope your happy about killing me on your son's birthday, also your sons dick fit perfectly inside of me" they saw the disgust in the country's face, he got up, and snapped his fingers, he heard the lever being pulled and the thin knife dropping down upon his neck.
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Rusame and Usamex one shots
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