Stacy's Dad (USSR x USA x Russia) COUNTRYHUMANS

IV

Canada's eyes flashed a hint of anguish, before it returned to it's amusing glint.

"D'awww," Canada coos. "Kiwi here is going soft!"

NZ kicks Canada's shin, the latter yelping an 'ouch!'

"I deserved that," Canada grumbled, cradling his aching leg as New Zealand shot him an annoyed look. "But that kick was weak, goes to show you're still our little Kiwi."

Canada smirked as he knew he struck a nerve, noting that one of NZ's eyes slightly twitched.

"Y'know what, I guess I'm just gonna go and leave you to starve." NZ huffed. Canada's shit-eating grin fell before he sweatdropped.
"I was just kidding-" he whined, as he stumbles to chase after NZ.

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"Do you think father will come home soon?" Ukraine inquires, the fork he wielded piercing the cinnamon bread on his plate.

"Most likely." Kazakhstan guesses, setting his phone beside the plate. "Why?"

Ukraine eyes Russia and America, a spark of hurt in his eyes before it died like a flame, returning to his usual tired ones. "Just reminds me of someone, is all."

Kazakh's brows rose in confusion until he sees the drained look painted on his brother's face.
Comforting was never his forte, and deciding to do what he does best, he opted to stay silent to give Ukraine his needed solace.

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America savored the flavor of Plushki on his tongue, the combination of soft and sweet mixing like heaven, the sparkle on his orbs igniting.

Russia's eyes softened, a small smile forming in his features that could only be seen by a microscope, before he shifts his attention towards his plate.

Ame could happily scarf more if not for his attention on Rus, the sharp fangs present on the latter as he opens his mouth to consume the dessert.

Stars, those fangs are prominent.
He wondered if it can pierce a normal human's skin, maybe his, but he shook his head to rid of the blood that rushed to his cheeks.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it-

Russia switches his gaze to America's. "I hope that my siblings did not cause much trouble for you."

America jumps in his seat, his knee colliding with the underside of the table, causing everyone around the table (except Kazakhstan), to flinch at the sound. The fork he once had in his grip clattered at the table.

He sweated bullets when he caught the gazes of the family around him, fidgeting as he avoided their eyes by staring hard at the plate.

The planets have once again, cursed him.

Just what did he do to anger Earth to receive such terrible luck?

Belarus covered her mouth with her hand, attempting to stop the tears of laughter that slowly formed on her expression.

Ukraine could only cringe when he felt second-hand embarassment, a nervous smile on his face as he stared at America.

Kazakhstan thinks of the time raccoon-boy came over and make the same mistake, the halo on his head pulsing in-sync with his thoughts.

"Is something the matter?" Rus inquired, confusion written on his face as he cast a concerned glance towards America, the latter rubbing his hands under the table as he shook his head. He widened his eyes as Rus stood up and came closer.