My American Oneshot Book

Happy Daddy Day Oneshot

RusAme~

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Ah, yes. Today is Father's Day, a day where children celebrate the father figures in their lives and shower them in love and presents. But in one household, particularly in the Jones-Braginsky household, it means one thing. 

A lot of love for Russia!

Now, I guess you might be wondering~

"Author? Why is only Ivan celebrated on Father's Day if both he and Alfred are male?"

Well, readers, it's simple. The states consider Alfred their mom, they even call him female pronouns such as "mom", "mommy", "ma", "mama", and "mother". It was Ivan that the states viewed as their father, specifically because of how Ivan acts.

While Alfred was protective of his children (the amount of blood on his hands is literally over a thousand at this point) Ivan was on a whole other level. If Alfred's corpse count is a thousand, then you could only imagine the corpse count of papa Ivan.

Let's take a brief look at last Father's Day, shall we~

Alfred and Ivan had gone to dinner for the first time in forever. They originally wanted a simple barbeque, but the children had set up an entire date night for them. The bar was known to have an alluring atmosphere, phenomenal food, and sapid spirits. When the two arrived at the nice bistro, they were seated at the bar per Ivan's request. He thought the dim lighting of the bistro was awful, being that it also dimmed Alfred's glow. So sitting by the bright bar really made Alfred shine.

Now, it was customary for Ivan to always picks Alfred's outfit on Father's Day. The opposite went for Mother's Day when Ivan was sometimes forced into some very promiscuous clothing. But this year, Ivan wanted Alfred to look stunning. He wanted all the other men in the bistro to grow envious when they looked at him. So, he picked out a sexy yet appropriate outfit for his lover.

A tight, red dress that went to his midthigh, red lipstick, and black heels.

Alfred had also added a black choker, making him look like the hottest man alive. From behind, nobody would be able to tell Alfred was a man. Even looking at him from the front would confuse people because of how curvy he was, but Ivan loved it.

The food was delicious, Ivan having the steak dinner and Alfred having the lobster bisque. The two gave each other bites and happily drank their champagne. The then proceeded to get the bistro's finest dessert, a coconut cheesecake with lemon glaze. It was delicious and the two really enjoyed their food.

But, that did not last very long.

When the two were finished with their shared dessert, Ivan had gotten up to use the restroom. Alfred continued to sip his champagne and watch the tv that was over the bar, they were playing some old rerun, he wasn't sure. That's when he felt a hand snag his waist and he was dragged into someone's chest. He looked up, seeing a man clad in very expensive clothing.

"Now, aren't you just a darling gem in a sea of subpar prizes,"

"I beg your pardon?" Alfred always acted more ladylike when he dressed like a lady, it was a force of habit from when he and Russia would go on dates in the pre-Soviet times.

"I said that you're beautiful, sweetheart,"

"Well, I appreciate the compliment but I'm-"

"Now, now. No need to rush things here, my little gemstone,"

"I'm not trying to-"