America tapped his fingers on the desk, slouching in his seat behind one of the desks. It was another meeting in some goverment building in Russia, which of course made America and some of his goverment officials on edge. USA wasn't too worried, since once they were all goverment, but none of that meant anything. He just didn't like being around Russia.
Russia was sitting beside him, his ushanka and coat still on. He was dead quiet, always sitting in that rigid composure and arms crossed. It reminded America of Soviet way too much to be comfortable.
Just another reason to not want to be around Russia.
His eyes flicked back up to some random official of… France maybe, it was hard to tell. They were jabbering about something that didn't matter. America had always dreamed of a meeting about cleaning up the trash they littered the earth with, or global warming, or actually figuring out world peace. But it never happened. Not like America could speak up about it, he lost his 'speaking in meetings' privileges years ago.
Russia, on the other hand, seemed pretty calm, actually looking like he was taking notes and understanding it all.
America glanced at Russia, an exasperated expression growing on his face. "Fucking hell, no way you're actually listening." he muttered quietly to Russia.
Russia didn't say a word until the official at the podium cleared their throat, then he leaned slightly over and mumbled, "Maybe you'd learn something if you paid attention. No wonder my country isn't in shambles."
"You pride yourself too much." America's eyebrows raise. "I doubt you'll last any longer than me." he shrugged softly and leaned back in his chair.
Russia just scoffed, shaking his head softly.
The American's arms crossed as he tilted his chair back, he was still obviously examining the russian. "Yknow, you look a lot like your day."
Russia stiffened.
America smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, your Soviet's exact height, you got that same little eyebrow scar, and you kinda dress like him. The only thing that's different is your flag." he leaned over a bit to tease the other man.
A stern expression came from Russia, "American pig, shut up, there is a meeting going on."
"Oooh, are you insecure?" America's smile grew, only looking up when he heard UN clear their throat.
UN was standing by the podium, giving America a warning look. America scoffed and straightened up, "Thinks they're all powerful, but they're just a decor piece that looks good up there." he grumbled in irritation.
Russia rolled his eyes, obviously still shaken up by America's description of him. "Aren't you one too? You don't get to say things to your country at all."
The chair America was on tilted back again, and he forcefully made the russians comment slide off his back. "Not like you can do any better." he reached over and grabbed his cup of water
Russia raised an eyebrow, "I get to talk to my people all the time, hell, my ideas are even considered."
America bit his tongue, glancing to the side so he wasn't completely focused on the countryhuman beside him.
The Russian kept going, clearly not getting the cue. "I get to change my country. With the snap of my fingers, the war in Ukraine could end, but I choose not to let it." as he ranted, America's grip on his plastic cup tightened a bit. "I could get Vladimir out of office, but I let him stay because I like him there. Yet you can't even leave your government buildings without a guy beside you."
America clenched his jaw, hating to be reminded of that. He knew he was forced to be accompanied everywhere so he 'wouldn't get any ideas' and do something reckless. It was all because a few years ago he got pissed off and ripped apart one of his papers that he was supposed to speak in front of the country, and walked out and kicked his president in the face. It felt good at the time, but now almost all of his rights were revoked behind doors.
So he hated that Russia knew this shit.
The countryhuman scoffed beside America, shaking his head. Even though the man on the podium had stopped talking and UN was trying to get the two's attention, Russia still leaned over and grabbed America's collar, a sneer on his face. "You're a pathetic wuss of a country, you're nothing superior at all."
Almost immediately, America splashed Russia's face with his water cup, then kicked the Russian in the chest. America was mostly pissed off that the Russian got that close in his space. The collar grab was unnecessary, and was clearly meant to humiliate the American, which he wouldn't have.
Russia fell on his ass, quickly wiping the water off his face. UN, who was now storming over to the two, yelled, "America, i swear to god if this is-"
America was straightening his collar up, lightly glaring up at UN and around at all the other countryhumans and officials that were staring at him. His eyebrow raised when UN stopped walking and their faces went pale. ""Don't be so dramatic, it was just some water. I bet all Russia will get is a small bruise on his ass." America grunted and looked down at Russia, who was still sitting on the floor.
But it wasn't Russia. The russian flag had been messed up and dripping off with the water America splashed in the russians face, and when the russian wiped it off, all of the paint was wiped and messed up.
UN's eyebrows furrowed, examining the Russian's face. There was a flag underneath, that much was clear, but it was a familiar shade of red and it covered the entire face from what UN could see.
America, who had looked over, immediately recognized the flag and he nearly got up and kicked him. But he held back and thought about it for a moment, things snapping together. The familiarities.
"...father?" a weak voice asked from the table behind America and the russian. It was all the other slavic countries, including Belarus and Ukraine. Belarus was the one who spoke up, and almost immediately regretted it because Ukraine wasted no time to jump out of her seat and look over the table.
Ukraine's expression was dark and obviously was thinking of getting revenge for her fucked up childhood that Soviet had put her through. Her eyes quickly fell on Soviet, who wasn't even making an effort to get back on his feet.
America glanced at Ukraine, not even trying to stop her from jumping over the table and trying to attack her father. Fortunately for Soviet, Serbia jumped up from his seat and grabbed her wrist, keeping Ukraine from attacking Soviet. UN stood there for a moment, completely unsure of what to do.
Soviet was supposed to be dead, the russian goverment has proven it with the funeral and lowering the flag. Soviet's son, Russia, was supposed to be here, not Soviet dressed as Russia. Russia was supposed to be taking care of his country, not his fucked up dad.
America's fist clenched, glaring down at Soviet, "Where's Russia?" he demanded.
Soviet stiffened, and in the corner of the American's eye, he saw Belarus do the same. This just made the American more pissed.
UN stood up straight, looking around for NATO.
Soviet scoffed, "Russia doesn't exist, I never died so Russia never came around. I fill the spot perfectly."
Ukraine, despite hating every bit of her family, scoffed and pushed Serbia away. "Oh don't kid me, I grew up with Russia. The smaller, less fucked version of you, is probably just chained up in your basement."
Despite it being a bit of a stretch, Soviet's children knew damn well it was a possibility. Soviet just rolled his eyes, "Belarus, do you know of a sibling named Russia?"
Belarus got more stiff than before, quickly shaking her head. "No!" she squeaked.
Kazakhstan, from the central asian table, stood and walked over, slightly looking nervous about spotting Soviet, so he just kept looking up and away from the floor where Soviet was sitting up from. He glanced at Belarus, a small look of disgust on his face, "Don't lie, we all know Russia was there. He was the youngest, but he was there."
Another past soviet kid, Georgia, stood up from her seat as well. "Russia probably still lives with Soviet." she spoke up, her voice quiet but still heard by Soviet.
Soviet stood up and glared over at Kazakhstan, Georgia, and Ukraine. "You're all insane, Belarus is the only one here that isn't acting like a retard."
America's expression got dark, but he stayed quiet. He knew Soviet's children, NATO, and UN could take care of Soviet and whatever the fuck else was going on. But the nagging thought of Russia remained.
He'd seen the country before, but only when Soviet was still legally in control and completely together. America had been walking out of his office and down the hall when he had spotted a few of Soviet's kids sitting in the hall and waiting for their father to leave his office. All the soviet states were around 17-20 years old physically when they were stuck as soviet states, so they all looked fairly old. Though one stood out, looking about 15 years old and had the same flag as Soviet, but just a little smaller and rounder.
That must have been Russia.
America's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the small memory, then looking back down at Soviet who seemed so keen on trying to get his children to forget the existence of one of their siblings. It made him sick.
The officials in the room had already been escorted out, and NATO, ASEAN, EU, AU, and WHO were walking in through the doors, immediately spotting the small crowd of slavic and asian countries. NATO dashed over, nodding to America in respect before pushing Bosnia over so he could evaluate the problem.
America stepped back and then walked away. His mind reeled over the fact Soviet was still alive, and had been taking up his son's place the entire time. He made his way out of the room and immediately thought over what the hell Russia had been doing over that time. A countryhuman that doesn't do their duty as one either means their dead and the country changed, or… god knows what. If a countryhuman isn't doing their job, they'd have to hide from public, and that's pretty hard. Maybe not too hard if Russia was in Russia, which made sense, but then Russia still wouldn't be able to go out near people.
That means Soviet's son, Russia, hadn't been around anyone (other than possibly Soviet) in 33 years.
How was that possible? America had no idea, he couldn't last 4 hours by himself before he went bonkers.
Thinking about it made the American worry. How did Soviet get Russia to stay away from the public? America had heard of all the awful things Soviet did to his kids, not even stopping when they reached 18 of physical age. It ranged from torture, to humiliation, to neglect. It was awful when Ukraine had admitted to what she and her siblings went through for every countryhuman. Especially since everyone worked with Soviet.
America could remember how awkward China looked when he heard Ukraine's story. It was like China wasn't sure of what to think about his 'dead' boss. Respecting the dead was a major thing for China, so America wondered if hearing about how much of a bitch of a parent Soviet was rocked China's respect for him. Probably not.
America shook his head, leaning against the wall and watching NATO try and figure out what to do. The American could tell NATO was trying not to freak out and hurt Soviet, which made him a little proud.
The thoughts about Russia crept back. The real Russia, and where the hell he was. It made America uncomfortable to think that all this time, the russian was stuck with Soviet. If Russia was. And if the countryhuman was, then America wondered what happened all that time.
How could Soviet keep Russia from doing anything?
It had been a few hours since Soviet had been uncovered. Soviet was in a holding room with WHO, who was currently trying to figure out why Soviet hadn't collapsed. America, NATO, China, Britain, Ukraine, and UN stood outside of the room. Ukraine was talking to China and Britain, trying her hardest to get them to believe her when she said that Soviet needs to be 'put down like the dog he is'. America wasn't going to defend Soviet, nor was NATO. UN and NATO were pretty biased on the Cold War thing, not liking how Soviet had technically attacked his own country-and not to mention that the russian had done horrible things to his own children.
America had his arms crossed, and glancing at NATO, "What's your thoughts on… Russia." NATO raised an eyebrow, and America cleared his throat, "I mean Soviet's child, not the country."
NATO side-eyed UN, then sighed and shrugged his shoulders softly. "We're going to have to ask UN about what to do. We'll first have to figure out where Soviet had held his child-if there ever was one. And then we'll have to see if… Russia is still around."
America could see how UN and the other 3 countries had stiffened. "You think Russia is still around?" Britain spoke up. Despite not wanting to be involved, his own curiosity was speaking out.
NATO pierced his lips and glanced down, "We'll say it's a low chance… that the kid-or adult, we're unsure if Russia is even a child now- is still in a healthy condition. Considering how Soviet treated his children before, we have an idea of what anyone would look like in his 'custody' for that long."
Ukraine scoffed, "My excuse of a brother is probably rotting away by this point!" she snapped. "I say you-" she pointed at UN and NATO, "-go get the backstabber, or atleast check on him. I can tell you where Soviet lived when the USSR was still together." despite not liking any of her siblings, she couldn't stand the idea of any of them staying with her monster of a father for too long. Especially alone.
UN nodded, "That'd be helpful." he glanced at NATO and America, then the door where WHO and Soviet were. "Let's go to my office. China and Britain, stay outside the door."
China and Britain nodded, and America pulled his hands out of his pockets. The 3 followed UN into his office, and Ukraine told that Soviet union last lived in Norisk. Once NATO and America heard that, they rolled their eyes. It was almost comical how much that made sense that Soviet would want to live in such a desolate area.
UN scoffed and glanced down at the map that was spread across his desk. "That makes sense. Less people equals less chance of people noticing." Ukraine just nodded.
"He lived on the outskirts of the city in a smaller house, not an apartment." Ukraine explained.