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...
R "Alaska, you're going to be late for school!" Russia yelled upstairs to his son. He was starting fifth grade today and his dad didn't want him being late.
Al "One second!" The boy yelled back, he had a light russian accent to his voice but it wasn't overwhelming. He grabbed the ushanka from his bedside table and ran down stairs. He sat down at the table as his father put a bowl of cereal on the table. Alaska gratefully smiled and said,
Al "Thank you!"
Before he began to eat his food. Russia smiled and sat down with his own bowl of cereal. The two of them ate, occasionally making small talk. Once Alaska finished he put his bowl and spoon in the sink. Despite him being ten years old he was already 5'4. Which was still short compared to his parent's but he was still tall for his age.
Russia went to Alaska's bookbag and made sure he had everything he needed. Once he made sure everything was ready Russia picked up the bookbag and placed near the front door. He looked at the wall, it had photos scattered around it. Most of which had America in them. He smiled as he reminisced the times he had with America. How he missed him dearly.
Al "Daddy, what was Papa like?" Alaska asked as he looked at the photos on the wall.
R "Well he was, smart, strong, handsome, charming, stubborn and kind. You're very similar to him, you both share an eye," he said pointing at his left eye. Alaska smiled, he had complete heterochromia. Meaning one eye was a completely different color than the other.
Alaska's left eye was light purple with a golden ring and pupil. It was identical to America's. Meanwhile the right eye was amber, but it had a golden pupil instead of a black pupil.
Russia suspected that was the cause of Alaska's nightmares when he was 4, he would always be crying that there was a red person in his room. Russia couldn't tell if it was his father or China. But one day it stopped. Alaska said something about a pretty man keeping him safe while he slept. Russia knew at once it was America, but he would let America tell Alaska that himself.
R "We better get going," Russia said as he turned to Alaska.
Russia was caught off-guard as he felt two arms wrap around him. He smiled and hugged Alaska back,
Al "I love you"
R "Love you too"
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