RUSSIA'S POV
Elizaveta yawned, covering her mouth. I frowned, pushing her to go to bed. She tried to refuse, but I just helped her down the hall into her bedroom. Alfred was already asleep, passed out on the couch with his mouth open.
… Idiot…
I returned to the living room, collapsing into one of Roderich's plush arm chairs. I snuggled into the fabric, slipping in and out of consciousness. A soft hand took mine, rubbing it gently. Fuck it… all…
Dreamland
The fragrant scent of sunflowers rushed past my face with a warm breeze. It was really soothing, offering solace in a time that it was vital. My eyes fluttered open lethargically, hills of yellow and jade overflowing my vision. A blonde head popped up nearby, bobbing happily to some tune I couldn't hear. It was a small child, one with big blue eyes and pudgy cheeks. The familiar haircut told me who it was immediately.
…
Alfred!?
Apparently he heard me, because the toddler nation waddled over to me. He looked at me oddly.
"W'as wron' wit' youw' neck, mistew'?" His hand brushed my uncovered scars. I went cold.
Normally, I'd already punch adult Alfred in the face for touching me there, unlike the time I took a turn for the hormonal teen by kissing him. But baby Alfred, with his big round eyes and innocence, made me giggle.
… Holy shit…
Am I a pedophile?
A.N. Oh Vanya, of course you are! Glad I could finally update, schools been a bitch. I'd like to say hello for my younger brother, who stepped down from his post as Ivan-bear. This chapter is gonna be the driving force for the ending of the story, so look for special hints in part 2!