You Are Worth My Love To You

It was just a silly old nightmare..or was it🤔😎

ART NOT MINE....

Oh hell yes thank the Lord I have an idea I'm sorry my chum chums😅
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USSR still:

Russia was standing foot at my door and I was blank..my son came here.here at my house...looking tearfully happy?"Rrrussia...what are you doing here-"I was thrown into a hug,he was crying..why was he crying...rubbing his back in small yet big circles."Child why  are you crying-"I was cut from communication when a knife was stuck on his backside and thick blood gnashing from his hips,he fell limb as soon as I even touched the handle...my baby boy was litreally stabbed in the back bleeding to death,the dark rose blood flooding on the pale floor,snatching him in my arms I gallop up the stairs to my room dropping him carefully on the bed to not cause anymore damage to his slight cold body.Why of all places to come to me?I mean I never got a Grammy award for the worlds best father in life so why should he even bother coming to an awful hateful father that hurt him through all his life,the stream of sorrow poured over my cold heart while shakely pulling the knife slowly out of his back. Through the war I was taught first aid as a cadet then to General and leader of the Russian union;after Riech tore the agreement,I was left in the dirt but moved on to be a better man and helped wounded villagers,soldiers,women and children I studied more on medicine and more medical care,as an old fart I still got qualified a job in the state hospital and now I'm a doctor for you guessed it 'children' it's alittle crazy for an ex-military/assistan/bad father/awful husband but all the difference is seeing a kid smile after a check-up and feeling brave as they walk out the door holding a lollipop in hand and the other holding the mothers as they both walk out the office,it felt like walking down memory lane when I took the first steps to fatherhood but it was actually when Russia was barely one...those good times never lasted as the war got worse and I was never at home to see the boy who I knew who grew up to be a loyal handsome young man or now he is a father...why did I have to be so cruel when every few years I would came home and be so selfish and non-understanding in what to do for a child,as people say 'the war gets into your head'I for sure didn't believe that...but now I have to save him and find out what happened to my precious boy.When I finally sewed the last stich and slowly lay him on my bed.I couldn't stop crying as he lay peacefully on the the soft blooded mattress and breathing weakly."Why!?"I asked "why come to me when life was almost lost,y-yyyou have a better family who loves and care for you!? Why come to your old selfish man,I don't deserve your forgiveness to your broken heart."I crumbled to the floor crawled tightly to the side of him...weeping loudly trying to keep my closure to myself while gasping out short breathes from my nose as my heart is on fire,staining my soul,tearing it bit by bit almost like the agreement..and then it hit me it must be that barsted Thrid Reich but when I was about to crouch up,I felt the wave of warmth and protection as two blue arms wrap under my arms and chin.The pressure was to much to bare of his eye's and my frustration that I passed out.

Britain's pov:

Ok this was creepy,awkward and amazing at the same time,reason for my childish behaiver is that I thought I got kidnapped which I radically  speaking yes I did,I was going to escape like in the movies which I would gladly do so, but sadly out of non-approvel manner heard a cries of a stranger up stairs okay now in my mind the game of mission in possible(I am to much of a crazy softie)With my left wrestling with my right brain I was disposed of taking sides with either of them and just ran up the stairs,slammed the door open and gave the dark shollow figure I tight hug,he's probably gonna kill me after this but maybe he needed comfort right now but when he does get triggered I'm jumping out the window...but instead of tension I saw panic in his eyes and a flop forward on my body...just great now I have a warm heavy muscler weight on my slightly and alittle less muscler body,I felt like I was about be eroded to the floor when my MacGyver instincts popped out.. ha I might be smaller than him but I can simply just slip out..

A few moments later(the sponges-bob dude XD)

Ok I just can't get through life today...urgh I growl,I regret ever helping yo- Oh God he just move closer to my unforgivable face.I panic and well just my luck I past out aswell greeeèaaaaat.....

In da morning....

Well I wished it was a dream or nightmare even but nope the heavy weight is still on me,the truth was I actually liked the warmth of it but then I relised who that shallow figure was....USSR!?

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