Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

61 - Kids *Union**Rusame*

In this one, Russia isn't the son of Soviet but they know each other moderately.
America hates Soviet and Third.
Russia hates Third.
Soviet loves Third.
Third loves Third.
And Third's like hella good at drawing.
Union is in 10th grade (~15)
Italics is them speaking in their native language

Union was colouring with Third in the living room. Well, Union was colouring a picture Third had drew for him while Third was making a new drawing. It was of Soviet, him, and Union, all smiling.

"Time to go to school now, мошенник, (rascal)" Soviet said, squatting beside Union. "What are you drawing?"

"Mom drew us!" Union said, finishing Soviet's ushanka. The shading was really good for just using pencil crayons and the picture looked professionally done. "Вам это нравится? (Do you like it?)"

Soviet messed Union's ushanka up, "Of course, now let's get going." Union jumped up, kissed Third goodbye, and went to Soviet's truck.

They got to school a little while later and Union put on his façade. Emotionless and rude. He walked into the school and everyone moved out of his way. He was almost as tall as Soviet, but had Third's mental disorders. Those being anxiety and slight ADD.

Union got his things for social studies and english classes, being pestered by Rusame. It didn't help as they sat beside each other and were unchosen partners for a social studies project.

Stupid substitutes.

Union said that Rusame could come over after school to work on it and that exactly what he did.

At the door to Union's house, Union started to warn Rusame. "You might know my parents, but they're not at bad as you think, okay?"

Rusame nodded, "Okay!"

Union opened the door and the house went dead silent. Third and Soviet were paused, Third holding a rolling pin above his head with a firm grasp on Soviet's uniform. They were both looking at the door, surprised.

"You're back early," Soviet commented, standing up.

"I didn't go to the graveyard today," Union responded with no emotion. Rusame followed him, looking over the large house he'd seen so many times on the outside.

Third put the rolling pin down and cupped Union's cheeks, "What's wrong, Liebe? (Love?)"

Union shook his head, "Not now, mom."

Third dropped his hands from his son's face, "Talk to us after? But who is this!" He smiled and looked over Rusame. "You're such a Schatz! (Sweetheart!)"

Rusame smiled, "Thank you."

"Do you want anything to eat? Drink?" Third asked, standing up straight.

"Водка," Union said.

"You shouldn't be drinking that at such a young age, mister!" Rusame scolded in his own motherly tone.

"I do what I want."

"I won't let you drink that stuff when you're only fifteen!"

"Father does."

Soviet grabbed the back Union's collar and lifted him up, bringing him to his room. "Follow," he said to Rusame.

Third watched them leave as he prepared a glass of Jagermeister for himself. Soviet came down and looked at the shot glass of hard alcohol.

"Shots?" He asked.

"Shots," Third replied, getting vodka and more shot glasses.

Upstairs, Union and Rusame sat on the bed, stating their project.

"So, we have to find out the—" Rusame was interrupted by his phone ringing. Union caught a glimpse at the name.

USA (dad)

Union's breath hitched and he looked back at his computer as he quickly started typing. He heard half the conversation (something about where Rusame was and how he was getting back). Rusame told Union that his father and dad would pick him up on the way to the mall or something.

"Anyway, we have to research one of our parents," Rusame said. "Who do we want to do?"

"Who are your parents, to begin with?" Union asked, taking a drink of vodka.

Rusame sat up straighter and put on a confident smirk, "United States of America and Russian Federation."

Union almost spat out his vodka. But, he swallowed it and gasped, "What?"

"What?"

"Don't you know the history of our parents?" Union asked, setting the computer aside.

Rusame shook his head, "Dad nor father will tell me their history... They said when I'm old enough to understand."

Union sighed, "I guess that's best..."

"But I wanna know!" Rusame whined.

"Fine, fine," Union caved. "My mom, Third Reich, was the cause of World War Two. He... You can search that up yourself. Russia was just little under Soviet's control when the war happened. Long story short, America fought against Third with the help of basically everyone, including Soviet. That was horribly simple, so search up World War Two on your own time."

Rusame cocked his head, "How did you parents fall in love?"

Union chuckled dryly and looked down at his hands, "When mom was in his bunker, he was planning to kill himself. My half-brother, Germany, was in the next room. Mom had the gun to his head when dad came in. He captured mom and slowly started falling for him."

When he looked up, Rusame was tight in front of him, looking at his lips. Union blushed, but didn't back away.

"We should do our parents' relationships," Rusame breathed, his breath tickling Union's lips.

Union smiled and nodded, "Whatever you want." His heart was racing and his face was on fire.

Union leaned forward and connected their lips, holding Rusame's hips gently. Rusame smiled and hugged closer to Union, holding his neck. Union had never felt this happy before. He never felt this warm feeling before, spreading through his body as Rusame smiled into the kiss.

Rusame pulled away, looking into Union's golden eyes. "I love you, Union," Rusame whispered, kissing his cheek.

"I love you too... baby," Union said softly.

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