A New World (Russia X Reader)

America's Room

You awoke, not startled or disheveled, but feeling like something was off. You dragged yourself out of bed, rubbing your puffy eyes from the previous night of crying. You made a quick scan around the room, as you usually do. However, this... was not your room.

The room you found yourself in looked like the room of your local patriotic red neck American. American flags and posters of soldiers throughout the years lined the walls. The room was a complete red, white, and blue theme, including some glow-in-the dark stars scattered on the ceiling.

Without warning, someone stepped into the room, flinging the door open with dramatic force. You jumped from the bed and looked up at the new person. Sunglasses hid their eyes but their face appeared to be painted... Upon your realization, you screamed.

The man who practically stormed into his own room took immediate notice to the screaming, and upon seeing a girl in his room, he screamed as well. 

It took a while for the shrieking to die down, and you, thankfully, didn't faint from the shock. The man, with the American flag beautifully painted on his face, took off his sunglasses and revealed heterochromic eyes: one a brilliant deep sea blue, and the other a hypnotizing gold. He squinted his eyes, looking you up and down; as if examining mold that just appeared on his wall. It was a simple curiosity, and did not match the panic you currently felt. Finally, you squeaked out a few words, "W... where am I...? Who are you...?"

He stood up straight, as if surprised you could speak. "Well... you're in my house," he relayed, a slight tone of offense in his voice. Did he expect you to know him? "And I'm America. Good friends call me Joseph and my best friends get to call me Joe."

"A... America...? L-like the country?" you asked stupidly. America sighed with a small frown. It was now that you noticed the flag wasn't painted on his face, but rather... it was his face.

"Yes. Like the country. I am the country, you see? And you're a country too. Osna..." he suddenly trailed off with a sudden look of despair.

You payed little attention to America's sudden drop in attitude. "Country?! I'm not a... country! I'm a human! My name is (Y/N)! Not Osna!" you exclaimed unhappily. 

America just whined as he held his head and ran his fingers through his hair. The messy fluff had the same colors as the rest of his skin, and blended in all too well with his face. "I can't be a father! Osna was a concept! Not even a country yet!" he cried out, confusing you. Father?

"Uh... what do you mean by father?"

America sighed. He really did not want to explain this to you. He didn't think this would actually happen to him. "I... well... this world works differently than you might expect. We don't actually have kids here," the country began, putting his sunglasses back on as your face scrunched up in doubt. How would you exist without having kids? "Well... when a country is conceptualized, by one, two, or... however many countries... a human is kind of... stolen? I guess? From the human world. But it's not just any random human! You've got to match the ideals and stereotypes of the country. Then you're stolen and transported here... somehow. Anyway... It's pretty much been agreed upon by all of us that whoever finds the new country first is effectively their parent. Which would make me.... yours."

You stared at him, mouth agape with this complete onslaught of new information. Stolen? From the human world? You must have been dreaming. There was no way something like this could happen. At all. You opened your mouth again to speak, but no words came out. America let out a small chuckle, calming down a little. He stood up and pulled you to your feet. "How about we go see my dad about this? He knows how to take care of new countries better than I do," he suggested, giving you a kind smile. 

As much as you criticized your own country back home, he seemed like a decent guy.