The Safe Haven

Vodka

America's pov
★°•★•°★

It felt nice to say "thank you" to someone that actually helped me.
I nuzzled into the bed further. Warming my frigid body and closed my eyes.
Russia shifted in his chair.
He picked up the blanket at the end of the bed. He unfolded the blanket.
Oh.
He laid it over me. I smiled slightly. That was nice of him.
I remember the times my real mom, my birth mother, tucked me in bed with an elk fur blanket when I refused to sleep. She was determined to make my little eyes close as my mind would drift off. So she would tell my stories of our ancestors. Legends and myths of her people. My mind overflowed with "what if"s, like what if she didn't die, what would I be like now, what if France didn't want to take care if me after she found out that I was Britain's "first" child.
But. That didn't happen. She took care if me like I was her own. So none of those "what if"s would have mattered.

I cracked an eye open and looked at that red, blue, and white man.
He was smiling down at me. His gaze started to drift away from my face and he quickly looked away and took a swig of what I assumed to be water or clear alcohol.
I smiled to myself and took the blanket Russia had put over me up to my eyes.
I heard the alpha chuckle lightly.
"I assume you are grateful."

Wow, that is a thick accent.

I peeked from my covers, looking up at the freakishly tall man, "Yes I am."

He smirked and rolled his eyes, "You remind me of my brother, Kazakhstan, just a little bit, but just enough to put some childhood memories back in my head."
"Who is Kazakhstan?"
"He's my youngest brother. Kaz is a nice young man. You might not want to kill him."
"Are you sure about that?"
"No," Russia said low in his throat.
We sat there in silence for a while. Russia took another sip from his jug. I still can't tell what is in it.

The tall man glanced at me through the corner of his eye, "Want some?"
"What even is it?"
"Vodka."
Oh, I've heard of that. I think it's some weird alcohol Made with potatoes or something like that.
"Sure."
Russia stared at me in disbelief.
"Really? You vwant to trry?" He asked his accent started to shine through, either because of disbelief, or he was started to get a little buzzed.
"Yeah, really. Give me some."
He passed the jar over to me. It looks like water. How bad can it be?
I shrugged and took a swig.

I spit it all out. The wannabe lighter fluid sprayed everywhere.

"Ack! Poison!"

Russia burst out laughing.
I look around franticly for water while my throat was in flames.

France came busting through the door to see the big and scary Alpha laughing so hard tears poked his eyes while I sat up in bed coughing.

"The Hell did you do to him Russia?!" My mother screamed.
"H-he had a-a sip of my vodka!" He laughs again.
France poured a glass of water and gave it to me. I drank in a matter of seconds, yearning for the burn in my throat to die down.

"What is going on here?" A new person walked in.
I tensed a little and Russia had calmed down and let out a few chuckles here and there.
"Don't worry. He just had a sip of vodka and wasn't prepared."
The white and blue country glared at me slightly.
Did I do something wrong?
Should I apologize for being a nuisance to him?
What did I do wrong?
My thoughts started to cloud my mind as my breath stars to hitch and become uneven.
"Are you okay Stars?"
I jumped a little.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine."

My mother put her hand on my shoulder, "Are you okay? Is there anything else I can get you before I have to go?"
"Yeah, my will to live," I chuckled silently at my joke.

France started at me horrified.
She tackled me in a hug whispering sweet nothings to me. Apparently, they didn't get it was just a joke. But. This felt nice. I hugged her back gently, my wounds are still sore.
"Mom, it was a joke. I'm fine. You can let go whenever."
"O-oh. Heh, my bad."
She let go of me. She was a nice and generous woman that would give the world to take care of the people she loved.
"Are you sure you are okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine, if I need anything I'll just ask Russia.
I looked over at him. He nodded at me.

The new country cleared his throat, "Should we introduce..."
"America."
"Should we introduce, America, to the rest of the pack now?"
The Alpha looked at me, "Do you want to?"
Oh, I wasn't used to having a say in anything. Um.
"Not now, please. Maybe tomorrow?"
Russia nodded and looked at the other man.
"Tomorrow evening, if he is up for it."
The man sighed.
"Okay."
He looked at me then leaned over to Russia and mumbled something.
I just looked away and sunk into my bed. Russia nodded his head and the man left.
"If you were wondering how that was, it was Finland. He is a little... standoffish. It doesn't take a lot to piss him off, so be careful. He's the only one that might give you trouble."
"Noted."
I snuggled back into my bed.

"I have to go. Do you want me to post someone else here while I'm gone?"
"Hmm. How long will you be gone?"
"A few hours. I could put Poland, Germany, or maybe Canada is back from the hunt."
"Please get Canada to do it."
"Okay. I'll go find him," Russia grabbed the jar that was filled a quarter of the way full of vodka.
"Want another sip?" Russia laughed.
"No thank you," I chuckled.

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Hello y'all.
I'm here to tell you that I won't post next week (because SAT's), but I'll try to post twice the week after (1 chapter and 1 oneshot).
Have a lovely day!!