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

110 - Daddy Issues 🇺🇸🇷🇺

Totally not named after my favourite song (it'sdaddyissuesbytheneighbourhoodgolisten)

It was a peaceful meeting. Everyone, miraculously, got along.

Then, Soviet stormed in. Everyone was confused and surprised.

"RUSSIA!" The Union yelled in his native language.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING DOING HERE?!" Russia yelled back in Russian.

"DID YOU JUST TALK BACK TO ME?!"

"SO WHAT IF I DID? I DON'T BELONG TO YOU ANYMORE!"

"YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY SLUT, RUSSIA!"

"NOT ANYMORE, SOVIET!"

"Russia! Stop it!" Ukraine cried in Ukrainian, pulling on Russia's arm. "It's not gonna help!"

Russia pushed her away gently, "I'm protecting you guys. Leave, Soviet."

Soviet grabbed Russia's collar, "I do what I want, Russian Federation."

"So can I, Soviet Union," Russia said. He kneed Soviet in the stomach and twisted his arm back, a loud crack coming from Soviet's shoulder and elbow. Soviet hissed, standing up.

Before he could attack his son, United Nations grabbed him by under his arms, NATO grabbing Russia.

"America, translation," UN ordered.

America stood up, his eyes wide. "Russia..." he trailed off.

Russia stood there, panting. His hair covered his eyes, but you could see a few teas slide down his cheeks.

"Russia," America said again. "Why did he call you his slut?" Mostly everyone gasped.

Russia tensed, his breath stopping. He pulled himself out of NATO's grip, pushing him away.

"That's none of your business," Russia spat, walking to the door. He scooped up his bag and slammed the door behind him.

America grabbed his bag, running after Russia. He chased Russia to his house, where America heard loud barking. It then quieted, leaving America confused. He walked home, running over Russia and Soviet's conversation.

Soviet's slut? Why did he say that to Russia? The Russia. You know, the one everyone is scared of and doesn't talk to anyone ever? The one who hasn't had any relationships beside mutual allies to anyone. The one who only talks to China, North Korea, and his siblings? Yeah, that Russia.

America flopped into bed, groaning. His brain hurt from all the thinking. But what did it mean? Was Russia sexually abused under the reign of USSR? Most likely. Was he raped by Soviet multiple times to earn the nickname? Probably as well. Was it a joke? No, it couldn't have been. Russia reacted too strongly.

Not to mention, Soviet fucking came back from the dead. America was there as the casket was lowered into the Earth. Hell, he was the one who shot him dead.

America gabbed his phone and pulled up Russia's number. It rang a few times before Russia picked up.

"какая? (What?)" Russia asked, not sounding like he wanted to talk to America.

"You okay, man?" America asked. "You seemed pretty pissed."

Russia hummed, "You think? How would you feel if your Communist father came back from the dead and called you the name he used when HE RAPED YOU?!" Russia was now breathing heavily. "Come over right now." Then he hung up.

America was dumbfounded. He blinked.

Huh?

America jumped up, grabbing his bag. He ran downstairs, yelling that he was going to see a friend. France tried to stop him with homemade baguettes, but America avoided it. He sprinted to Russia's house, thankful for being the star runner on the track team.

He gently knocked on Russia's door, "Rus?"

"Иди сюда, (Get in here,)" Russia said from the other side of the door. America inched the door open, peering inside. He slipped fully in, seeing Russia lying on the floor, two wolf-dogs and three huskies laying around him. One husky was laying on him, curled on his stomach.

"Aww," America cooed. "That's adorable."

Russia let out a long breath, "You took your time."

America sat beside Russia, "Oh, shut it." He gently pet a white-grey wolf-dog. "What are their names?"

"This is Alexei," Russia said, petting the husky on his stomach. He sat up, holding the dog tightly. He brushed over the black-grey wolf-dog, "This is Anatoly. You're petting Artyom." He looked at the two other huskies, "They're Kosmos and Ivan."

America smiled, "I like their names."

Russia cracked a small smile, "Me too."

America looked at Russia, "Why did you call me over?"

"I..." Russia trailed off, focusing on Alexei. "I needed a distraction... from everything."

America smiled softly, "And you needed my help?"

Russia nodded, humming a yes. He hugged Alexei, "Could I... open up to you?"

"Of course," America said sweetly.

"You have to swear not to tell anyone or I will rip off your arms," Russia threatened, glaring at America.

America nodded, "I won't tell a soul."

Alexei licked Russia's hand as Russia tried to speak. "It's hard," he started. "Closing off all my walls. It's how I was raised. My siblings and I barely talk to each other, and when we do, it's a fight. North and China don't even know... They think I'm fine, so they go on about their problems. Whenever they ask, I can't bring myself to tell them."

America moved over to Russia, gently rubbing his back.

Russia's facade was cracking. He sobbed, "And I can't talk to anyone about it. Everyone is scared of me! I want— I want— I want to die, America! I want to give up! I said... I said to myself every time I tried to kill myself, I'd get a dog to have something to live for."

America's eyes widened. Five... times.

"Pasha and Vadim a—are in the backyard," Russia said.

Seven times?! America thought.

"And Z—Zver is upstairs..." Russia said. His body shook, tears falling freely.

"Do you want someone here?" America asked. Russia nodded immediately. "Do you want me to move in with you?" Another nod. America smiled sadly, "Okay, I will. I love you, Rus. And I'm sure your dogs do too."

Russia leaned onto America, "I love you, too." America smiled, kissing Russia's temple.

"When do you want me to move in?" America asked, resting a hand on Russia's hip.

"As soon as you want," Russia said. "But after I sleep." He snuggled into America, taking off his ushanka. America smiled, taking Russia's hat and putting it on himself, his eyes closing.

They both fell asleep in Russia's living room, his eight dogs soon finding their way to them and falling asleep as well.

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