America, an assassin is given a mission, that includes a mafia gang, more specifically the Slavs. America's mission is to gain an alliance with the Slav's, but will he gain something more?
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#1 RusAme (11-11...
Russia held Alaska's hand as they approached a modern-looking building. Alaska looked nervous and he was looking around anxiously. Russia did his best to comfort his kid, but no matter what he did Alaska's seemed off.
But that's what witnessing a murder is like, you can never look at humanity again. You can never be comfortable with the world around you. You'd be too anxious to make friends, even if they seemed nice. Thats what the lady acted like, nice.
Poor Alaska, he'd grow up without a mother and a sister. Granted, he never met his mother but all of his former friends had moms.
Russia had noticed Alaska acting on edge, he tried to talk to his son but to no avail. So he decided to book a therapist for his son. Russia hoped Alaska could re-kindle some friendships.
Russia seemed like he was fine, but in all reality he was seconds from a break-down. The love of his life died as well as his only daughter. Russia didn't know how he was standing upright, no tears on his face. Russia just felt tired. He felt that the whole world was againt him.
He felt that he should give up.
But he wouldn't do that. Not to his son, who has lost everything before the age of ten. He wasn't going to let Alaska feel alone and abandoned.
If Russia couldn't stay alive for himself, he would do it for his son.
When they reached the room there was a man sitting on a couch. He looked to be 35-40 years old. Brown hair framing his face. He smiled and told Alaska to sit down. Alaska looked back at his dad, who smiled and nodded. He gave Alaska a nudge on his back. Alaska sat down, looking very uncomfortable.
"Would you rather stand?" the man said softly.
Alaska nodded.
"You can stand, be where you are most comfortable"
Alaska walked to the door and stood next to it. Alaska loomed around the room, Russia knew that this meant Alaska was seeing if there was any 'suspicious activity' in the room. Russia sighed, he looked worried. What parent wouldn't be? What parent would want their child to witnesses a murder at the age of 5?
R "That's what im worried about, he never looks comfortable anywhere. He is always scanning the room, and is far away from people."
The therapist nodded. He scribbled down something and began to speak.
(Im no therapist, and Idk how a 5 year old speaks so Ima time skip.)
Once the two left Alaska was still anxious, but Russia knew this would take time. When Russia witnessed his dad killing someone he wasn't exactly okay after. But the killing only continued for Russia, so over time, he got used to the violence, the blood and the screams of the victims.
Russia held Alaska's hand as they walked. Alaska still attentive to his surroundings. Russia thought of things to cheer Alaska up, although he doubted anything would cheer up the poor boy. But an idea came up in Russia's head,
R "Do you want to go see Tokyo and Seoul?" Alaska looked up, nodded and smiled. Russia smiled and the two walked over to the car.
Once they arrived at South and Japan's place Alaska looked the happiest he's been in a while. Russia was glad to see that Alaska would still be friends with them. Maybe that's because the four knew eachother for 4 years now. They've known eachother as far as their memories could go. Japan also told many stories about America, which gained Alaska's attention quite often. She would talk about the mission they went on, the birthdays and how Alaska should be proud to have America as a mother.
Russia knocked on thier door,
J "Hey Russ, here to drop him off?" Japan said exitedly
Russia loomed at Alaska, who was already gone and playing with the other kids.
R "Yeah, I'll be in the car if he needs me. And thanks for taking care of him,"
J "No problem! I understand, I have two kids and I have three people helping me take care of them." she said smiling.
J "It was also nice seeing you again!" she said waving. Russia smiled and waved back.
Russia opened the car door and sat down.
It was like a giant tidal wave crashing down. Tears were pouring down Russia's face as he embraced the pain and guilt. He should've saved his daughter, he should've saved America. But he didn't, he let America go off on his own when he should've been there to protect America. He should've been awake when China arrived, but he wasn't. He was a horrible father. And he knew it. Like father like son.
Russia sat in the car, drowning in a pool of guilt and tears. The pain almost overwhelming, but he had to stay strong for Alaska. He couldn't let another loved one down, literally and figuratively.
Russia stopped crying after 20 minutes, his eyes red from crying. But he didn't care, not right now. If anything he felt a tad better, maybe he needed to cry. He had boxed his emotions for so long, he just needed to catchup with his emotions.
Another chapter and someone doesn't die, its a miracle!!
But im trying to wrap this up happily and quickly because I already posted my new book, Strongest of us all. And I also have a 'What if' book solely dedicated to your 'what if' ideas. So go check those out!
Also the halloween art that took me 2+ hours!!
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Im not used to drawing kids, much less 1 year olds but it's Halloween and I didn't feel like doing a special so I decided on art instead.
(I like Alaska more)
Anyways y'all look amazing, love y'all and take care♡♡♡♡
