Alaska was walking through her papa's house. After a long fight, Alfred decided he needed a break from dealing with the girl. Alfred was going to send Aleksandra to his brother, but Matthew was dealing with a stubborn Quebec. Canada had taken Aleksandra from his brother then sent her to spend the week with Russia instead. Thus, Alaska was walking through Russia's house, looking for him.
"Papa!" Alaska called through the house. He wasn't anywhere…or…that's what Alaska thought. She walked through a door, finding, not her papa sadly, but the Baltic Trio.
"Have you seen Papa?" Alaska asked, the three shook their heads.
"I wouldn't go looking for him Miss Alaska," Lithuania warned, "Mister Russia tends to be…" Lithuania trailed off, failing to find a word to describe how Russia got around this time of day.
"Thank you for the warning Lithuania." Alaska's voice had lost the softness it usually held. Call her selfish if you want, but she hadn't lived with her papa for decades, ever since America had stumbled in on the family at Canada's house while they were celebrating the end of the summit series. America had ceased her and stopped her from seeing Russia every chance he had.
Alaska was once again wandering through the house. She opened any door she came across. It took at least an hour but…
"Papa…" Alaska said from the doorway of one of the guest bedrooms. Russia was sitting on the floor next to the bed, staring at his hands, "Papa, what's wrong?"
Russia finally looked up. Alaska saw his eyes had the smallest tears at the corners.
"Douchka…" Russia whispered, sending Alaska forward into the room, until she was standing next to Russia. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her father. She was by no means as good at comforting people as her 'maman' but…
"Douchka, What…how did you…why are you here?" Russia struggled for what to ask.
"Don't you know, papa? America couldn't handle me and Massachusetts and New York, and Maman was busy with Quebec, so I was sent here." Alaska reply was muffled in Russia's scarf.
"You know that's not what I meant douchka…" Russia sighed as he returned the hug.
"I wanted to be with you…I haven't been allowed here since America found me…" Alaska said, burring her face into Russia's scarf, "Papa, why do you look hurt?"
"It's nothing douchka." Russia rubbed Alaska's back as he felt her burrow head deeper into his scarf.
"It's not." She said, but didn't push it.
They sat there, Russia doing his best to comfort his daughter while berating himself for letting her find him in that state. When his hand caught on Alaska's coat, he was shocked at what he found.
"I forgot my scarf, huh?" Alaska muttered as she felt the cool air on her neck.
"Where?" Russia asked, "Where did you get them?"
"Ah…America was paranoid…he was wary of anyone close to you, so of course, while he thought the best place for me was at his house…" Alaska sighed, "He said he had to 'protect' the others…" Alaska shuddered at the memories, "He didn't see the issue with using a shock collar on the 'Commie spawn'…I think he forgot I was his brother's daughter too…" Alaska punctuated the end of that sentence with a shaky humorless laugh.
Russia was infuriated, but his rage was shut down when he felt tears trickling down his neck. He looked down at Alaska, and saw her crying into his scarf. Russia picked Alaska up and set her on the bed before climbing in next to her and wrapping his arms around her frame.
"It'll be okay douchka," Russia murmured to his daughter, "Your not alone. We've all gone through things like that…some have even done them…"
"Is that why you were so sad?" Alaska whimpered
Russia didn't answer, which was enough answer for Alaska.
"I still love you, papa, even if you have done things like that. Maman would still love you too." Alaska said before snuggling next to Russia's chest and drifting off to sleep.
"YA lyublyu tebya, douchka." Russia said into Alaska's hair, before falling into sleep himself.
I've been listening to songs with meanings like this...and...I couldn't resist...
To be honest...I probably enjoy painting Alfred as a bad guy too much...but I could see him doing it...
Tell me if you like it, if you do I might try writing more things like it...
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