It Comes and Goes, You Know?

First Meet

January 1945

I went on a stroll, taking in the snow-covered trees and the crunching of snow under my shoes.

You can't just do that, I'm your father! You live under my roof, therefore you WILL listen to me.

But- I want to have my own life! I don't want to be dependent on you. I can do it on my own!

You never can and you never will. My household, my rules.

I sighed as I thought about the argument I had earlier today. Why can't I ever get my father to see it my way? All I want is to be in control of something. Just something. It sure didn't help that because of this, we are fighting for control of the entire country again, turning into the second part of civil war. Walking around, deep in thought, causing me to pay no attention to my surroundings. I walked head-on into a Redwood tree and fell backwards, landing flat on my back. "Ow-" I grunted as I massaged my aching head. Suddenly I heard a voice from 10 meters away. "Who's there?" I heard a low, thick Russian voice ask from behind me. I froze, still sitting on the ground. I heard rustling noises, slowly nearing closer to me. 该死... I said to myself, listening to the crunching of snow getting as the Russian man came closer. "Who are you?" the voice said cautiously. I stood up and turned around, finally gathering the courage to show my face.

"Oh, hello CCP. It's nice to finally meet you, despite the weird situation."

"您-您 好 sir."

It was the USSR. It really was him. I'd never actually met him before. Up until then, I had only ever seen him in pictures. From what I'd heard from my father, he seemed like someone I could trust. "What are you doing out here on your own?" he asked, startling me from my thoughts. "I could ask the same of you," I responded, almost instinctually. I quickly realized how hostile that had sounded, and immediately apologized. He smiled slightly "It's alright. I was just on my way back from your father's office anyway." Oh, of course, he is! I realized, scolding myself for forgetting. My thoughts were once again interrupted by the older country. "With that flag, you must be a communist too, huh?" He laughed, his smile growing slightly larger before falling back into the cold expression he usually bore. "How about I introduce you to my family? I can alert your father about where you are". I thought about it for a few seconds, and I knew it wouldn't hurt to meet his family. Plus, it would be an excuse to avoid my father. "Yes, sir!" I beamed.

~time skip~

USSR opened the door to his two-story household as I brushed the snow off my shoulders. It was exceptionally colder here. His house was located in the capital of the USSR, about a 9° C difference from what I was used to back home. As I entered the household, I noticed a few curious stares following me. A boy about my age greeted me at the door. He looked almost identical to Soviet, but with a blue stripe on the left of his face. "Hello! I've heard of you a few times before. My name is Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic, but you can call me Russia". He shook my hand as a girl took my coat from me. I looked around at the two children, noticing that they were both around my age.

"Thank you," I said to the girl that took my coat. She looked away, embarrassed, and muttered a "you're welcome". Huh, quite a nervous one. I thought. "This is Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic, people call her Ukraine. She's always been fairly quiet, but she'll open up if you get to know her better". Soviet said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She timidly smiled and stuttered a Привет. "I have another daughter and son, but at the moment they are working in their rooms," Soviet explained. I nodded, knowing USSR gives lots of work to his students and his children.

For the next few hours, I sat around and talked with his family. Soviet formally introduced me to Russia's other two siblings, Belarusian Soviet Socialist Republic (Belarus) and Kazakh Soviet Socialist Republic (Kazakhstan). The possibility of me becoming a student came up several times while we were talking. I didn't have anything against becoming one of USSR's students, I knew that it would benefit me greatly. Eventually, I agreed. This meant that starting next week, I would go to USSR's house every other day. After that was agreed upon, Soviet sent me home. I went back to my family in my land. My father was indifferent about it. In fact, he didn't even seem like he cared.

It was the start of a new era for me.

Time for a change.

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该死: Damn it

您好: Hello (Formal)