The America/Hetalia one-shot book no one needed nor wanted

Little Doll in a Blue Suit.

Ivan was out shopping with his sisters. Kat was his older sister, Nat his younger sister. Ivan wanted to know why his 23 and 21 year old sisters wanted to shop at a little doll shop. The walls were just as frilly as the dresses on the dolls. Some were a maluable plastic, some a delacate porcelain, and few from a fragile glass. They also had quite a selection of nesting dolls.

Kat was looking at the nesting dolls with interest. She was gently fingering one of the sets looking like she was actually thinking about buying it.

Nat was looking at a doll that had a striking resemblance to her, even the dress was simular. She however was just running a hand through the hair with general neutrality on her face.

And Ivan was severely disinterested with literally everything in the store. Sure, the nesting dolls were cool but he didn't care like his sister.

Suddenly, Ivan spotted a doll that caught his interest. Hidden under a bunch of dolls in frilly dresses and soft shoes was a little ball-jointed doll made from a soft material Ivan couldn't place.(It was silicone or something) However, this is a male doll, you could tell by the body structure.

He gently took the doll into his hands, fixing the dolls delacate limbs so they were facing the right way. The doll was wearing a silky blue suit.

Ivan was entranced by it's deep blue eyes that sparkle in the shops light. It had oddly styled wheat blonde hair with a single piece sticking up. It's skin is tan unlike the light skin of the other dolls in the pile.

He is beautiful. Ivan decided as he gently rubbed a finger over the dolls soft face. It smiled back at him with a cute little built in smile.

"Ah, what a great selection." A voice says giving him a heart attack. He calms and looks to see the little old lady that runs the shop. "That one came from our sister location in America. It's run by my sister, she seemed reluctant to send it but for some reason insisted it be sent here. Maybe, it was meant to belong to you young man. "

Ivan looks at the little doll again, he gently rubbed the cheek again and decided then and there he needed it.

He turned to thank the lady but she had dissapeared. He rose an eyebrow and looked around, he saw her coming back with a box. It was lined in the same silk his suit was made of.

"Here, you can have him. I've never seen a connection like that, he was meant to be yours." She said giving Ivan the box.

"But-" Ivan was cut off

"I couldn't find anyone else who wanted him. I don't want him to sit on a shelf." The lady said softly

"Thank you." Ivan said

"No, thank you." The lady said before leaving

Ivan gently lay the doll in the silk, he gently put the lid on the doll. He located his sisters easily. Kat was brandising a new set of nesting dolls while Nat just stood there grumpily.

"What did you get Vanya?" Kat aksed

"Just a little doll." Ivan said holding the box to his chest.

The family continued  their shopping trip. Ivan held onto the little doll he had named Alfred as that was an American name for an American doll. He started calling the doll Fredka.
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At home(Some place in Moscow)

Ivan gently opened the box, Alfred was lying in the fabric, he was still in the position he was placed in.

Ivan gently removed him from the box and put him in a sitting position. He then softly places him on his desk. Ivan smiles at him.