3rd person pov:
"You'll be meeting your Дедушка!" Russia said excitedly. "Who's that? And what does that mean?" Y/n asked curiously. "It means that you're going to be visiting your grandpa." Russia answered.
"Don't I have a grandpa already? I thought people only have 1 set of grandparents." Y/n said confused. "He's my Father while Dad has his own parents." Russia explained. "That makes sense." Y/n said.
"What did 'Дедушка' think of Dad while you guys were dating?" Y/n asked, looking into Russia's eyes. Russia smirked. "He didn't like him before, but Dad tried his best to be the perfect boyfriend for me." "Why didn't Дедушка like him?" Y/n asked.
Russia paused for a while and mumbled "Я не могу сказать тебе, моя дорогая." Y/n didn't understand what Russia mumbled and thought 'Not responding, eh?' "But does Дедушка still dislike him?" Y/n asked.
"I was shocked when he approved of our relationship. He was a great father and I think he'll be a great grandpa!" Russia giggled. "Hun, bring Y/n to sleep." America said walking to the two.
"What?! Why?" Y/n whined. "Just go to bed, your Дедушка will give you something delicious in the morning." America giggled.
The next day
USSR arrived at Russia and America's house. He was eager to meet his new 'granddaughter.' So many thoughts ran through USSR's head while waiting for someone to answer the door.
America opened the door. "You're very early today. Please come in." America gestured.
USSR went inside the house and asked in his thick accent "Where is my granddaughter?"
"She's asleep. Y/n seems to enjoy Russia's bedtime stories!" America giggled. "Let her sleep, I'll go look for Russia." USSR said, walking to the kitchen.
"No,no, You can go see Y/n in her bedroom. I've been suspecting that Y/n wakes up early and sneaks out of the house." America said, walking to Y/n's bedroom with USSR.
Y/n was eating some f/f in her bed. When she heard footsteps, she turned off her flashlight and hid her f/f under her f/c blanket. America opened the door.
"Isn't she adorable?" America squealed. "Babe, what are you squealing about?" Russia's head popped. "Son!" USSR ran up to Russia and gave him breath taking hug. "Папа, ты слишком рано." Russia coughed out.
They both stopped hugging. "Eager to meet Y/n are we?" Russia asked, placing a hand in his hips. USSR smiled and nodded. "Can I go see her?" USSR asked the two. "Sure!" America and Russia said in unison.
USSR went inside Y/n's room quietly. When he saw Y/n's face, he was filled with awe. He sat down on the bed and heard a crunching sound. Y/n, who was fake sleeping, heard it and was sweating nervously.
"Что за?" USSR said lifting your blanket. Y/n woke up and let out a quiet "oops." USSR saw lots of crumbs and wrappers everywhere. "Твои отцы научили тебя не есть в своей спальне?" USSR asked.
Y/n tilted her head in confusion. USSR facepalmed and thought 'I forgot Russia didn't teach her Russian.' "Did your fathers teach you to not eat at your bedroom?" USSR said in his thick accent.
Y/n was able to understand what he said and she responded "I was hungry. I'm too scared to go on the hallway because I keep hearing screams coming from Пара and Dad's room.
USSR was grossed out when she mentioned the 'screaming'. "Go sleep in their room then." USSR suggested. "There are sometimes yogurt stains there. How come they get to eat and I don't." Y/n complained.
"Come let's go sleep in the guest room." USSR gestured. Y/n jumped out of bed, holding her f/t tightly. Y/n walked to the guest room with USSR hand in hand.
They arrived at the guest room. "What time is it?" Y/n yawned. "You woke up at 2am, and you ne-" USSR was cut off from hearing Y/n's quiet snores. He carried you and placed you on the bed. He kissed your forehead and left the room.
At 8am
The family was at the kitchen. Y/n was drawing things. Suddenly, Y/n's stomach rumbles. "Someone's a little hungry. Let's go cook some Блины." USSR giggled.
"I know how to make those. Папа cooks them while I watch him." Y/n said.
USSR got the ingredients from the shelf and placed them on the counter. Y/n dragged the chair to the counter and climbed on it. "Give me the stuff, please." Y/n ordered. "Y/n, the stuff are right in front of you." USSR pointed.
"Ooops" Y/n muttered. Y/n started mixing the ingredients neatly. USSR was surprised that a 4-year-old can cook very well. "How can you cook so neatly?" USSR asked Y/n.
"Mommy (bio) would always tell me to cook dinner and if I made a mess, I would be sleeping in the closet." Y/n said. USSR's impressed smile turned into a concerned face when he heard those words.
'What kind of mother would do this to a sweet child?' USSR thought to himself. "I'm done mixing, can you get me the frying pan?" Y/n asked, pointing to the frying pan.
USSR gave her the frying pan and spatula. Y/n started cooking the pancakes. Because he arrived early, USSR was starting to feel sleepy. Y/n placed some strawberries and whipped cream on the Блины.
As USSR was about to dose off "Done" Y/n said holding the Блины to his face. USSR was amazed and said "Wow, I'm impressed!" "Thank you!" Y/n giggled. "Come on, let's eat, my little Блины."
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A New Family - a CountryHumans x child!reader
FanficYou're an abused 4-year-old. One day, you had enough and ran away. While running away, you suddenly felt tired. You fell down and a portal below you transported you to a different world. And the cover is by @milkteacupp.
