Bear Cub

America smiled at him. Alaska felt his entire being beam with joy. Any amount of positive attention meant a lot to him. Having been so isolated as a child.
"Come on Bear Cub," America called as they began to walk back to the house. Alaska obediently followed. His soft black hair fluttered in the Virginian wind; he was thankful he tied it back in a pony tail or his shoulder length black hair would be all in his face.
"I'm not exactly a cub anymore papa," Alaska said the two personifications walked side by side. America cocked an eyebrow at him. Alaska was at America's nose in height and physically fifteen. He had blush purple eyes, but the rest of his face was almost an exact copy of Russia's. It was the same with the boy's body type as well.
"Don't go thinking about independence now," America joked, but seriousness rang underneath it. England had bragged a bit that he couldn't wait till America knew what it was like to be abandoned by a son or younger brother figure. And the only way that could ever happen was through Alaska.
"And risk being forced to become one with mother Russia?" Alaska asked,"no thank you." America and Alaska laughed though talking about the largest nation in the world like that made both of them a bit queasy. The threat of Russia coming for Alaska always hung over their heads like a dark cloud.
Alaska unconsciously shivered about it. It wasn't like he wasn't just like him already in many ways. He wore black hiking snow boots, jeans, black gloves, a simple white t-shirt, a black snow jacket that stopped at his waist with fluff on the edge of the hood, and a scarf of his state flag.
"Alaska?" America asked waving his hand in front of his face. Alaska blushed as he realized they were home and he had been daydreaming for quite sometime. America chuckled; blushes were highly noticeable on Alaska's very light skin. The blonde turned and opened the door. As they entered though, Alaska's instincts went on high alert. What was going on?
"You're finally home." A voice cut through the air. Alaska gulped and took a few steps behind America. At times like this, he needed a powerful nation to hide behind. Russia walked to the front door where America and his son stood. His usual grin on his face.
"What are you here for commie?" America asked not in the mood to deal with him. Sure the relationship between them had gotten better lately, but when it came to Alaska, America was still very protective.
"I won't be long," Russia said,"I just came for something."
"And what is that?" America asked looking at the taller nation suspiciously. Russia giggled and pointed at Alaska. The teen pales considerably and completely his himself behind America.
"I've already told you no over and over again. You sold him to me over a hundred years ago. I'm not and never will just give him back!"
"I'll pay..."
"No."
"Amerika." Russia sighed. "I'm trying to be reasonable here."
"Call me when you've taken over all of Europe and then I'll think about it." Alaska smiled slightly. Knowing very well that was America was basically saying "when pigs fly."
"Oh well." Before either America or Alaska could react, a cleaver was thrown across the room and straight into America's stomach. Blood instantly began pooling on the floor.
"It's more fun this way da?" Russia said as America collapsed on the floor. Alaska dove down and pulled out the knife. With normal humans, this would not have been a bad idea. With a nation that healed quickly, the cleaver needed to come out fast.
America lay there; unable to move from the pain in his stomach. Alaska turned him on his back to make sure nothing came out of him. It was to late when he finally noticed Russia's shadow over him.
"Papa!" This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
"Papa! Don't let him take me!" He promised. He was the hero. He could protect his own state. His own child.
The situation he was in told him other wise. Alfred Jones, the U.S.A., was in a pool of blood on the floor and Russia was dragging his son away.
"Alaska." America whispered as tried to stay awake. Done with Alaska's fighting, Russia snatched Alaska over his shoulder.
"I'm your papa now da?"
America passed out completely after that.
***
He awoke with someone saying his name. He was so sore. What had happened?
"Gringo," Mexico hissed,"wake up!" America forced his eyes open. He was met with Mexico sitting in a chair near his bed.
"Russia called and said you had been hurt. When arrived, I didn't think I'd find you with a gaping hole in your stomach." America looked down to see he was all stitched up. Then the situation came back to him.
"Call Canada."
"¿Que?"
"Russia took Alaska. And if he thinks, he's won. He has another thing coming." Mexico suppressed a gulp; he had not seen America this pissed since 9/11.
***
Alaska shock his head. Where the hell was he? Sitting up, he tried to rub his aching head only to find his hands wouldn't move that far. Looking down, he found both wrists shackled to the bed posts.
What the hell? Looking around the small grey room. He found only the bed, a closet, window, a bathroom, and a mirror.
"Oh god," Alaska said as complete and utter fear crept up his spine,"No! Nyet! Nch'u!" He was in his old room. At Russia's house.
"Don't panic!" He hissed at himself as the memories came flooding back. This place. This room. He did not belong here. He dug his gloved fingers into his hands; trying to distract himself.
He remembered Russia taking him out of the house. Alaska had struggled the entire way until Russia dropped him the ground. Ivan had finally gotten done with his struggling and had pulled out his pipe. Well that explained why his head hurt at least.
"How am I gonna..." Alaska cut himself off as he heard steps coming up the hall. He fell back on the mattress and pretended to sleep. He forced his breaths to be even as the door opened.
"I told you he wasn't awake yet," Crimea said simply.
"Well you better find some way to wake him up for dinner," Kazakhstan answered him.
"And how is it my job!?"
"I'm an independent country. Just because I'm a allie of his does not mean I'm his servant. While you on the other hand...."
"Both of you stop arguing," Belarus hissed walking up to them,"Alaska. Up. Now. Big brother says." Alaska didn't move a muscle. Belarus snatched the keys from Crimea and walked up to the bed.
"I know your awake. Get. Up."
"You don't scare me Belarus."
"But big brother does. And if you don't get up, he will come and get you himself."
"Fine." Alaska hissed as he sat up and Belarus unchained him. He followed the group down stairs and to the dining room where Russia waited.
"Good luck kid," Kazakhstan whispered to him as they all walked into the room. Russia sat at the head of a long table. He looked directly at Alaska and pointed to the seat next to him. Alaska felt his stomach churn, but knew fighting him right now would not be smart.
"Your head is healed now da?" Russia asked Alaska. The teen nodded and began to eat. They were quiet for a while, but Alaska felt Russia continuously stare at him.
"It's good you still remember your manners," Russia chuckled as he pored vodka into Alaska's glass. Alaska looked at Russia with a light blush from both the complement and anger that he was insulting America.
"No vodka please."
"And why not?"
"I'm under age."
"So is Latvia." Russia began to laugh after this. Alaska blushed again not knowing exactly what was being laughed at.
"Amerika hasn't let you drink vodka has he?" Russia asked darkly. Alaska didn't answer. "Has he?" Knowing the russian would only get angrier at this rate, he answered.
"That's part of it."
"Part of it?"
"It reminded me of this. I only drinking it in mixed drinks like White Russians. The smell of it alone. Reminded me way to much of a life...." Alaska cut himself off and stood up. He was done.
"With me?" Alaska began to leave the room. Russia stood up and followed. The others knew better than to give chase.
"And what was so bad about life with me Pyotr?" Russia asked snatching Alaska's arm. He squeezed so hard Alaska swore it would break.
"You mean other than you leaving me to rot! After I began to run out of fur, you considered me a frozen wasteland! You sent me to live back in my homeland, which I liked at first. Until I found, you abandoned me to the same fate of your childhood!"
"I.... It was what I had to do."
"Leaving me alone! With only humans who died on me in a seconds notice. With only general winter for an immortal, and you know what great company he is!" Russia snatched his jaw. Holding so tight it would leave a bruise.
"Watch your mouth before I loose my patience with you." Alaska bit his tongue as Russia let go of his jaw and arm. His childish smile irked Alaska at this point. Russia then ruffled his hair like he did when Alaska was his little colony.
"This is when you call me papa and say your sorry cub." Alaska felt the vomit coming and swallowed it. I'm not your cub. You are not my papa.
"Russian America," Russia said in singsongy voice. Alaska dashed back to his room after this, but could hear Russia's heavy steps behind him. He would not be manipulated twice by this nation.
Alaska slammed the door behind him, locked it, and put all his body weight against it. Russia didn't say a thing a first. All that was heard for sometime was heavy breathing.
"Open the door bear cub." Alaska made no movement or said a word. He heard Russia grumble outside before he heard the jingle of keys and the door unlock.
"I will ask one more time Alaska. If you don't, I will punish you then lock you down in the basement. All alone in the dark for days on end. Now open the door."
"Papa!" Russian America screamed,"please I'll be good! I promise! Don't leave me down here! Papa! Papa!"
"I'll see you in the morning little one." He could hear Russia's heavy feet go up the stairs and the sound of the main basement door closing. Russia had a basement with many rooms like cells in it.
"Papa!" Russian America screamed. The physically seven year old kept banging on the door. Finally, he resigned to his fate. He leaned his back against the door and curled up into a ball, trying to keep warm in the pitch black stone room through the long cold russian night.
Russia smiled happily as Alaska opened the door. The teen kept his eyes on the floor though and Russia's smile faulted for a moment. He had expected him to be shaking and begging him. He just stood there silent and still as a statue.
"I wish you would look at me the way you do Amerika." Alaska blinked and looked up at Russia confused. Why did Russia care?
"I did at one time, but then I realized..."
"I remember when you did. What did you find?" Russia asked, seeming genuinely curious. He also looked rather nostalgic.
"You never loved me. You just tossed my away my love like it was utter garbage."
"I didn't realized it was that valuable back then. But it wasn't that I didn't love you cub. You were my only colony."
"No Russia," Alaska said with a bitter and sad laugh,"once you found I was out of fur, I was your failure. You were completely and utterly happy to have me off your hands." Neither said anything after that. They both just stood there for a while.
Russia leaned forward and lightly kissed Alaska's forehead. Alaska looked up at him wide eyed. Ivan only smiled and began to walk away.
"Your valuable now." Russia uttered as he turned a corner. Alaska closed his eyes tightly and slammed the door.
"Don't get attached. America's coming for you. Papa's coming for you." Alaska hissed to himself and fell on the bed. He was out like a light shortly after.