The Safe Haven

Worries

Uhhhhh
Somehow this is #1 in "Russia" (the tag) right now.
Idk how it is, but thanks for that and 4k+ reads, that'sawesome.
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"Russia."
I groaned and tried to ignore the voice by burying my head in the warm crook of Stars neck. I smiled gently. I can't believe that he became my mate. I hummed gently in his skin. He's so warm. I'll protect you from now on. I held Stars closer.
"Russia, wake the fuck up."
"Fin?" I raised myself with my elbows to look at Finland.
"Now that you're awake, get the fuck out of his bed." I looked down at my new mate resting peacefully while Finland was yelling at me. I must've changed my sleeping position during the night so I was more on top of him than snuggling his side. I blushed a little after the realization that it looked like I was pinning him to the bed. Finland soon lost his patience and dragged me to my feet and out of the room and out of the healing house completely. Everyone was out hunting since the mission a few days ago was cut short after I found a half-dead country. I planted my feet on the soft ground.
"What the fuck are you doing??" I asked as my anger rose. Finland turned around and faced me.
"This is by far the stupidest impulse that you've ever had!," he barked. "Why did you mark him? Did you even ask yourself what would your father think? You don't know about his past. He could be a spy for all you know."
I growled lowly at him. I glared into his iceberg-like eyes. Even with half of my energy gone, I still could be just as intimidating and take anyone down if I wanted to.
"I am your Alpha, not a vulnerable, helpless, and needy pup anymore. I can make my own choices without your hassling. I had a feeling and I made a decision, now I can't turn back on what I've done even if I wanted to, which I don't," I growled. He remained slight and avoided my deep blue gaze. I sighed. "Why do you not like America? He is France's lost son, Canada's older brother. He is thankful for what he gets, even though he won't say it, he is kind, and has a sense of humor. He has everything to like." I said. I didn't look back when I started to head toward the Healing House again.

I walked into Stars' room to see him clutching his side in pain. Poor thing. I got him water and painkillers.
"Stars," I whispered.
He whimpered and cracked open an eye. I showed him the pills and cup of water. He sat up slowly and swallowed the pills and drank the water. He then laid back down.
Put my hands over his bandaged and infected wounds. He flinched at first, then relaxed as I began to massage the sore muscle.
"Thank you," he mumbled. I just nodded at him in return.

After massaging his sore muscles for 30 minutes I laid back down with him. God, I'm so tired.
"Thank you for everything," Stars said.
"It's my pleasure," I replied back.
Something finally dawned on me. No one but Finland and France knows that I marked the American. I don't even know if France knows.
Hmm.
They'll find out sooner or later, but not now. I just want to enjoy the moment right now. I closed my eyes and rested.

America's pov
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I looked to my side to see Russia sleeping. I wonder why Finland dragged him out this morning. I know that he doesn't like me, but still. Once Russia left the room my pain came back. It was almost unbearable, then, he came back and that itself deescalate my pain, it got better when he gave me pain relievers and nearly unnoticeable when he massaged my wound.
He is genuinely one of the kindest men that I've met. He makes me feel safe and he does a lot to help me and I do...nothing in return. Surely one day he will expect me to do something in return. And he is the Alpha, which means one of the only reasons why they have a mate or mates, is to pass down the "superior genes." So in return for his "kindness", after I heal, I will have to bear his children.
Markings aren't a big deal for Alphas because they can have many mates while betas can't and omegas can be "shared" but they can only have one mate.

I turned my back towards Russia. He's faking all of this so I will feel a debt to pay for him and he will use me to carry his offspring and that's it. Once I'm healed there will no longer be Mr Nice Guy and he'll use me. I didn't realize I was trembling till I felt the tears roll down my face.
My final straw with that God dammed facility was because they were going to breed me to have the perfect warrior. I didn't want that, so I escaped to find the Safe Haven. But now I have a mate, so I'm practically stuck here and my "mate" will make me have pups, so it's like I escaped and risked my life for nothing.

I felt a cold hand rest on my arm. I froze up and quickly wiped away the tears but the red puffy eyes stayed.
"America, what's wrong." Russia's deep voice rumbled throughout the room.
"Nothing," I said. My voice didn't waver or crack after many years if practice. He pulled my shoulder toward him so I would land on my back. I avoided eye contact as he examined my tear-stained face. He brushed my cheek with his thumb.
"Stars, look at me," Russia said sternly. I reluctantly looked him in the eyes.
"Why were you crying?" His authoritative voice disappeared and was replaced by a soft-spoken one. I sighed and averted my gaze.
I told him about what I thought he was going to do and my worries about everything came flooding out.
His eyes softened and wiped away a stray tear that rolled down my cheek. He leaned over me so we were facing each other.
"I'm not going to do anything that you don't want to do," he caressed my cheek in his hand. "I want you to feel and be safe. I marked you because I felt something that I haven't before with anyone else, like an urge to protect you. I couldn't just stand by and watch you die like that. So by being your mate I'll be able to protect you." Russia smiled like a young pup once he finished. I smiled back.

Then a question popped into my head, "What if I marked you back?" He looked at me with wide eyes.
"To be completely honest, I don't know. It might limit how many people I can mark, or it could make our connection more powerful, but I don't know." He said.
He shrugged and looked down at my mark. Russia grazed it with a finger.
"Does it hurt?" He asked.
I answered his question honestly, "It's a little tender. It hurt like a bitch when you bit me, but after you...cleaned it up, it felt better." He nodded.
"Sorry, at least I warned you it was gonna hurt," he chuckled. The Alpha of the North leaned down to my neck and started to kiss the mark he left.
It feels...good.
Mmm.
I let out a tiny squeak as he nipped the tiny star-shaped freckle in the middle of the mark. He silently chuckled and continued to slowly kiss the puncture wounds left by his teeth.
Hah. It's hard breathing right now.

I heard the squeaky door creak open. Russ disconnected his lips from my neck.
He turned around to see the person that seemed to be stuck in the doorway.
"Hey, Canada."

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Ayyyeee
Guess who, actually posted when they thought that they wouldn't and wrote more than they thought they would write (1,300+ without the A/N) and sketched America and Russia again because their old ones sucked (and so do the new ones, but they're slightly better) they're at the end btw.

I'm doing it
I'm writing fluff
I might not be good at it, but I'm doing it.

And just a little note about the book.
This book will not contain $mut, because I'm not comfortable writing that and I don't want anyone that reads this to be uncomfortable, so yeah. There will be some "heavy fluff," some suggestive mentions and cut scenes.
And I'll probably change the cover soon.

Well, look up Bob Ross quotes now and have a good day my friends.

Sorry, I couldn't flip him over :,D. Orange-y eye on the blue patch and blue eye on a red stripe.
He has red stripes randomly placed on his body, a cluster of blue star shaped freakles on his upper right chest and one in the center of his mark, has a lot of scars and doesn't like talking about them (and a black scar across his throat.

I kinda messed up on Russia, but it is what is is.
Tons of scars, likes his reputation of being cold to others and dedicated to his pack, he has some blue and red freakles on his shoulders.