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For so many years, USA had been sitting in that chair, always looking like an elegant throne, looking at everyone with superiority, and of course, being from the view of others, a state without feelings, without ties, with the complete freedom to be like he would like to be, and without anyone being able to put up barriers. A country that would never be able to love anyone, neither when it was born, nor when it grew up, nor when it became independent, nor when it became one of the first world powers, if not the first.

He was cold and without feelings, cruel and shameless, firm and sometimes desperate... His doctrine destroyed the life of the previous Hispanic Monarchy... Now it was simply Spain.

In reality, he didn’t want to look weak, he didn’t want to show how he really was, he didn’t want to be affected by criticism, he didn’t want anyone to know that he really did have feelings, and he did feel like a young woman in love…

His mean and vile words only hid with sarcasm and irony, while crying inside.

He didn't want anyone to get close to him and touch his heartstrings, his heart, if he ever had one, because it hadn't beat for years... He didn't want anyone to know his weakness... He didn't want anyone to know that he had something to worry about. Someone to worry and cry about…

His child…

His little son, no one knew, was the best kept secret on the planet.

Everyone thought that it was a mere commercial exchange in which the USA took advantage of the situation and wanted to expand with a modernist imperialist spirit of the 1800s… But I really loved him, I loved him... I loved him... Alaska was his son... The son of love…

The love that no one would ever be able to eclipse…

The son of whom he was proud, the little one who learned to walk thanks to his parents, the little one who grew up among the other states, among the provinces, the one who spent many years next to Cuba and Puerto Rico, even next to the Philippines…

At least for a few short years when it stopped imposing so much protection on them, and focused solely on little Alaska...

He would never think that anyone would be able to find out what happened, and his thoughts and the fear he had never experienced became latent on his skin. Not even the time when the Third World War was about to break out did he feel so afraid… Damn shit… USSR truly scared him in 1963…

But of course, as always, someone had to open their mouth more than necessary and bother Alaska, causing insecurities to flow about how he had raised his son, insecurities about how he was seen by other states, dictatorships, principalities or countries…

He could not help but appear hostile and overprotective...

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The UN presided over that meeting, sitting at a table of five people, there were five organisations, the organisation of the Southern States, FBI, CIA and the European Union. In a certain part it was dangerous to bring together the Southern Organisation and the European Union, because these two got along horribly badly, but it was just a sort of competition for UN’s attention.

The UN was in the centre, reading a casual report, a summary of what had happened since the last meeting.

Not so much… Probably…

“We have a cybersecurity problem…” Or perhaps a huge problem. “If hackers are able to access the system so easily or use AIs to be able to penetrate high security protection systems such as the secrets of a country, we are definitely in trouble.” There was a brief silence. “This will end up causing distrust and I certainly do not want diplomatic relations to be broken and wars to be generated. I am aware of the controversial things that you are creating on your own, and I would not like to see a biological war break out. War never solves anything and violence, misery and is useless… It only generates more violence.”

“Tell that to US” That made the fury grow in his body until his blood boiled and he felt his veins throb with anger. What he hated the most was listening to that damned russian using his language the dirtiest and ugliest way possible. “Surely he experiments with corpses in laboratories to create biological weapons or spread diseases and blame China, as he always does”

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, you fucking communist," USA muttered disdainfully, frowning, staring intently and intimidatingly at Russia, who was at the other end of the amphitheater, luckily.

"Don't call me that, ты психотический трус [you psychotic coward]" he responded with a frown.

“Silence immediately” UN ordered, silencing both of them with an intimidating glance. “You always end up arguing, guys, it would be time for you to settle your differences, many years have passed since the Cold War.”

“I'm not going to let my guard down with that alcoholic idiot.” responded America crossing his arms.

“Don't call me an alcoholic, шлюха [whore]”.

"Russia!" Canada, Alaska and the UN exclaimed at the same time.

“You shut up, maple; and you, little kid, have no authority in this place, keep that big mouth shut.”

“Don't you dare talk to Alaska like that.” The hostility was even worse, US sat up straight in his chair and leaned on the table with both hands, and their gazes met coldly, more than usual.

Alaska only had a jovial appearance, his dark blue hair short and tousled in wispy curls, and those golden eyes... Although his physical expression was that of a young adult, everyone there, or at least most of them were full adults, and in some― just in a few cases―, they were rather senile. In general, everyone's appearance was that of adults in their thirties and forties in human years, in comparison, the nineteen or early twenties which apparently physically made Alaska look relatively young compared to the rest.

“Is he your son that you have to treat him with such overwhelming protection? Alaska is nothing more than a damned acquisition that came to be called a country under your jurisdiction. Are you afraid that I will despise it?”

US frowned behind those dark glasses, but they did not prevent him from glaring as much intimidation as possible at the Russian.

“Didn't you have enough with Cuba and the Philippines? With Texas? When you attacked China you only did it with the intention of taking over its wealth. When are you going to be satisfied?” The Russian crossed his arms, his platinum blonde hair was combed back, his ice blue eyes had an intimidating look. USA frowned, his hair dyed in the colours of her half-and-half flag, originally blonde, tossed to the side to brush the small strands out of his face.

"You don't care, just fuck off," he growled audibly. "You attacked China with those intentions too!"

He was taking it very personally... Mexico and Spain did not put on a better face when mentioning those three territories, in fact, Mexico was about to also stand up to him, but Canada gave him calm signs, which he also imitated with his younger brother― but they were not useful― Guatemala, sitting on the other side of Mexico.

Spain was more formal and remained impassive, it had certainly hurt him to hear that, to hear how that painful 1898 was rubbed against him, but he appeared strong, and looked at Russia trying to appear solemn and formal. France touched his shoulder and smiled understandingly, just like Guatemala did with Mexico. China was the only one who remained immobile even a millimetre of his body in the face of those provocations.

They heard a series of bangs that seemed to be those of a jury lectern or even a trial. The UN tried to speak... Without success.

“What are you so afraid of, huh, дерьмовый капиталист [shitty capitalist]?” the Russian faced him.

“I consider it appropriate to calm down and shut up…” Poland recommended.

"Are you threatening me?" Russia asked, frowning slightly.

“No. I only made a subtle, gentle and modest observation and recommendation…” he crossed his arms with a sudden elegance. “But if you want to take it as a threat…” he shrugged indifferently.

“Lately he has a penchant for exploding very quickly…” Ukraine whispered.

“Shut up”

Ukraine shook his head as if rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Russia, first warning.” A sudden silence fell over the entire assembly when the UN, standing, finally took the floor, it seemed to be an ultimatum. “This meeting is more important than you think, and if the only thing that matters to you here is coming and fighting verbally with everyone… I am going to start thinking that the culprit of these cyber attacks is you.”

“I’m a victim in all this! I remind you that the whole damn world is against me.”

“I’m not…” North Korea whispered that with an absurd disinterest, resting his hand in his palm, his black hair formal and the military cap on his hair, next to him, his brother South Korea gave him a disappointed look. “I don't even know what I'm doing here…” his brother had forced him to be with him.

It wouldn't be strange if he had convinced him using his ‘insistent tenderness’, which meant forcing him or dragging him and surely gagging or possibly blackmailing him with weapons.

“And whoever dares to say that I’m to blame for all this, I have to say, no.”

“He doesn't even know how to turn on the computer without exploding it.” South Korea mocked his brother, and this was answered with a soft blow on his shoulder.

“Shall we continue?” The UN's forced and almost slurred tone of voice with sincere annoyance caused everyone to nod their heads slowly, some more marked than others. “Well... I'm not going to ask you to publicly confess who has been or who is being the one that is cyber attacking the rest of the countries, but an inspection will be carried out in all regions, anyone who has hidden information of any kind will be penalised, and the guilty party will be punished with a temporary veto.”

“What kind of veto are we talking about?”

"I will decide at the time," he answered seriously.

“You seem very interested in the topic of punishment. Do you have something to hide, дерьмовый капиталист [shitty capitalist]?”

“Russia, second warn—”

“You are the son of a bitch who is screwing us all! Stop screwing up our lives! You are the one who experimented, killed and sent a dog into space to die alone and scared! And you call me a sadist!?”

“She died on takeoff!”

“She arrived in space! You killed an innocent creature in space!”

“You experimented on native children that you kidnapped in your own territory! Ты чертов псих [You're a fucking psycho]!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”

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The entire room shook and even the master foundation of the structure was about to give way, some cement rubble, dust and cracks fell and formed on the walls, forcing several countries to take cover just in case the ceiling fell on them. Everyone turned pale at that scream and those who didn’t cover their heads, had to cover their ears.

“The meeting is over.”

His voice was tense, several felt their bodies shake before the tremor of rage that the United Nations Organisation was trying to control, and not only that, they also saw the pale and deformed faces of the rest of the organisations in horror, which is not the case. They weren't just in shock, but they couldn't believe what had just happened.

“Out. Right now. Everyone…”

At those words that seemed more like a threat than an order, everyone got up slowly and silently to leave there. USA rose from his chair slowly, biting his lip, feeling frustrated, and perhaps angry because the insults he had hurled at Russia had not been satisfactory at all, and had only caused a problem in the structure that was possibly a problem for those of building maintenance.

"Let's go, Alaska," he whispered, pushing the chair to position it properly. The one with dark blue hair turned quickly toward the United States.

“Ok dad…”

USA froze in place upon hearing that, and Alaska at that very moment reacted and covered his mouth after gasping, seeing his father's bright eyes on him with his eyes enormously open.

Shit…

Mexico, Canada and some Latin countries that were about to leave, stared at him with wide eyes. Next to those eyes, he felt the rest of the countries' eyes placed on his body after a rapid purring spread like a plague among everyone present.

Shit, shit, shit…

The fear that began to creep through his skin forced him to unconsciously push his arm like a shot and prevent them from approaching Alaska, this same space in which the one with dark blue hair hid, after covering his lips and apologising stealthily with his gaze.

SHIT

Everyone's eyes focused on Alaska's golden eyes, giving meaning to that celestial glow that imitated the eyes that the Russian Empire once had when he was still alive, when he was still among the rest of the powers…

Don’t you dare to get close to him…

It was clear how important Alaska was for the USA, and, therefore, how important the Russian Empire was for the USA, the one that hated the Russians to death without any kind of exception.

They realised that really that hatred had not necessarily come from the Cold War, nor from the abandonment in the First World War by the Russian Revolution, nor by the communist regime contrary to the capitalist one…

Maybe all that was just small drops that filled the glass, but what filled the glass and broke it into a thousand pieces was the loss of someone special, someone who, although it seemed impossible, had been lucky enough to be able to touch the frozen heart of the USA and warm it up until he became someone absurdly dazed by love.

I’m not weak… Don’t look at me like that!

USA was unable to say anything, just feeling how fear crawled down his spine.

Implied that Alaska was the only thing he had left of that person who did awaken feelings in someone as cold and disinterested as the United States was… Surely it would have consequences…

“Wow, wow…” USA shuddered and his arm strengthened even closer to Alaska, almost wanting to reach for his hand to escape from there when he saw that the Russian was approaching with a sly and crooked smile that caused distrust and dread. “It seems that ‘The Great America’ really did get what he deserved.”

"Fuck you, you and your stupid family," he spatted, facing him, he wanted to prevent him from getting close to Alaska, he bit his lip, regretting once again what he had said. "You have no right to talk to me like that after everything that that bunch of abusers that you and your damn father are made of.”

“Yeah... Of course…” he rolled his eyes with a certain arrogance, he crossed his arms, accurate, firm. “Are you sure it was just abuse? Or was there really a story behind it?” He spoke sardonically, his smile twisted. “Any witness could confirm or deny it with just a little memory…”

The UN approached, each step he took caused the pressure on all of them to begin. Despite more and more, his only eye on his forehead, like a cyclops, shook everyone present, the pressure was slowly suffocating everyone, it was difficult to breathe, he was too big a presence despite not being so exaggeratedly tall.

“UN maybe could confirm or deny what happened.”

The aforementioned positioned himself next to the Russian, and he felt that he was totally paralysed and rooted to the ground, unconsciously lowering his eyes towards the origin of that paralysis almost as if he was bothered by that presence, causing his ice blue eyes to be frozen in shocking golden hammer eyes.

Just in the instant he withdrew his eyes from him, it was only because UN focused on the USA.

“Did you have a love story with the Russian Empire until the USSR murdered it and that is why you hate both of them so much?” USA opted for silence when faced with that question asked by the organisation.

The United States, at that time, wanted to approach Russia and punch him in the stomach… But that would be nothing more than a bloody declaration of war, and it was not interested in showing itself violently, not only because that would cause a war― nuclear or biological―, and it would be the prelude to a third world war, but because that would make clear the evidence that Alaska had not really been a purchased territory, nor was it something disinterested.

He was his son, as were the fifty states, as were their intimate security, publicity, and propaganda organisations…

Alaska was not a cold exchange of wealth for a life...

“No comment.”

“And why is that?” Russia demanded to know. “Are you ashamed that everyone knows that you are capable of feeling love?”

"Shut up!" he shouted.

He adjusted his sunglasses, grateful that they covered his eyes, because they were currently glassy. He turned on his heel, taking Alaska's hand with unprecedented gentleness so as not to scare him any more than he already was, and left the room.

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USA and Alaska stopped at the same moment they came out from the conference room.

“I'm sorry…” he choked out his voice.

USA immediately turned his eyes towards the dark blue-haired one, his golden eyes were full of tears, and after that, the sobbing made the tears fall like a waterfall. Having accidentally called him ‘dad’ after centuries…

USA had ambiguously declared that Alaska was just an acquisition to him, and everyone believed it for more than two hundred years…

It was shocking information, and the USA, at that time, could not be angry with him, because in those moments he was as or more vulnerable than him... Because he was scared, because he was afraid of what Russia was capable of doing... USA raised his glasses, pushing his hair up, and his glass-coloured eyes were put on the Alaska’s.

“Alaska…” he whispered softly. “I am here, with you... And I am proud that it is so…” he held his hands. “And you are here thanks to the love I felt and that I will never feel for anyone... And you are a source of pride for me... I know I told you that no one could know it... And it's not your fault that they know, my pride has prevented me all my life from letting people know my weakness, just as I also wanted to avoid it, because we both knew that if everyone was aware that you were our weak point, maybe they could use you against us…” Alaska raised his eyebrows and lowered her gaze. “We have never felt ashamed of you…”

The Russian Empire and the United States of America have never felt ashamed of Alaska…

Alaska already lived alone despite how protective the United States was of him, he had a frozen, snowy territory, he knew it like the back of his hand, he was safe, and he knew perfectly what snow and ice was, and he was not afraid that they could do anything to him…

Alaska was previously among his parents, the USA took care of him economically and politically speaking, the Russian Empire made sure of his physical well-being…

Unfortunately, the day the Russian Empire disappeared, Alaska was left at the expense of a lack of protection and that It did nothing other than increase the defences of the USA... Alaska may have known snow well, but so did Russia, and so did the USSR...

Canada and Greenland were their closest protectors, those who prevented Russia from being clever with poor Alaska.

“I know it's selfish to ask this of you, but I need you to come back to me. I don't want them to hurt you… I'm afraid that Russia will use you against me…” Alaska pursed his lips.

“Fine…” he nodded.

“I'll let you go with Greenland and Antarctica…” Alaska smiled radiantly and nodded with some excitement.

“Thank you…” he smiled sideways “And I'm sorry for ruining it…” he whispered.

“Don't spoil anything…” he caressed his hair, putting the dark glasses back over his eyes. “You only stirred up the past... But that's my problem, not yours…”

“Even so I caused you problems with Russia…”

“Don't worry…” he smiled gently. “Let's go home… Your brother states must be having trouble in the White House, I just hope that 1812 doesn't happen again…”

“It was the United Kingdom who…”

“Yeah…” he cleared his throat. “Well this time it will surely be Texas and Massachusetts…”

“I wouldn't be surprised.”

USA grinned.

“He’s the most rebellious…”

“They are both the most rebellious.”

“I would say that Florida is the second most rebellious.”

Alaska thought about it.

“All three of them are…” they both chuckled.

They left the building, heading to the airport, avoiding the photographs and the paparazzi, the black official vehicle was waiting for them, and behind them, several other countries took that fanaticism in a different way. Generally, the USA used to fully accept those human interactions or presences of similar entities, but at that time he was not in his best mood and the television networks could misinterpret things if he responded curtly to someone. Alaska got into the same car as him and the two locked themselves in a small soundproof bubble.

“Airport…” he whispered barely audibly, and the car's automation headed towards the place without even having to touch a single button, pedal or touch the handlebars.

He took off his glasses and hung them from a pin on the edge of his shirt, and sighed heavily.

“Could we go to where I was born?” asked the one with dark blue hair. “No one will find us there…”

“With how noisy the states are, they will discover us quickly…” the two chuckled. “Besides, that place brings back... memories... I don't want to get nostalgic and look like my father…” he made a face and then let out a slurred giggle.

“You don't drink tea…”

“True…” he said “Well… Drinking soda compulsively.”

Alaska giggled.

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The situation was a little out of control during the time he wasn’t there.

The USA didn’t appear at any meetings, nor did Alaska. They returned only when the situation seemed to have calmed down or at least USA's temperament was not so susceptible to being able to explode so easily, as if it had never disappeared, returning to its usual place at the top of the amphitheatre, close to where the entrances and exits of the amphitheatre were.

Alaska was on the edge, next to the stairs, on its right side was Canada, and on Canada's right side was USA.

The situation was tense, although they both took it relaxed, he was still just as insufferable and arrogant: the USA would never change.

When they brought up the topic of Alaska, he ignored the conversation as if they had asked that to someone else. That's why they were a little confused and full of curiosity, they weren't able to catch Alaska alone either, he was always with the American, it was complicated and frustrating being unable to have information about what happened.

"USA, I need to talk to you alone when the meeting is over," UN quoted with calm and seriousness in his voice.

USA accepted through the microphone, and when the meeting was over, he got up and went down the steps, but not before looking at Alaska, who nodded his head and waited for everyone to leave before leaving, without actually leaving the building, waiting for his father and avoiding questions from other countries.

No one needed to know anything.

He arrived in front of the presence of the UN. That man was elegant, but cold and threatening. Fortunately, he had a little more confidence, two of his children, FBI and CIA, were partners of the organisation, there was a little more confidence, but not enough to treat him informally.

In fact, the polygamy of the UN seemed strange to him, it was not something merely romantic, it was a matter of having good relations and being peaceful, as long as the organisation was stable, it had a relationship with the UN, perhaps with Greenpeace, some other ONG, EU, and even the Southern Hemisphere Alliance, or the Arab Alliance, or the Asian Alliance, among many other peaceful organisations in the world, had a relationship with the UN.

Although sentimentally he was much closer to the European Union and the Union of the southern hemisphere…

But that was more gossip than anything else, the Latinos had very good information about it… He was thankful that he got along with Mexico somewhat well, in fact, he was thankful for his brother's relationship with Mexico, but perhaps the tensions between the two across the border sometimes sparks would fly…

“What did you want us to talk about?”

“What happened to you and the Russian Empire?”

USA tensed and pursed his lips, looked away.

“... I would be glad not thinking about that…” he whispered in a low voice.

“I must know what happened, it may be part of the past, but it is vitally important.”

“Russian Empire is dead. It doesn't matter anymore.” he turned to go to the stairs and go towards his territory, not for nothing, but because they were in Germany, specifically Berlin; and he did not consider that place a safe place, mainly because the Third Reich had not done anything good with the USSR a few years ago, and Germany was the son of the Third Reich.

Although Germany was purely neutral and trustworthy to a certain extent, he didn’t want trouble.

“Is Alaska the natural child of both of you? Or is it a territory sold, auctioned or whatever other countries speculate? I'm satisfied with knowing that.”

“He's my son, our… our son” He turned to look at him. “They took him away from me.” He twisted his face with a grimace. “That damned Russian took him away from me, leaving Alaska almost without knowing who his other father was. The worst thing of all is that I still haven't heard a pardon, I haven't even heard them apologise to Alaska, not to me... but to him.”

“So it's true... You loved him…”

USA twisted his lip, bit it and nodded, it was very uncomfortable to have the organisations present there. Especially the European Union, which was interestingly resting a hand on its chin and swallowing all the gossip to tell who knows how many organisations there were in the UN Harem.

"Of course he loved the Russian Empire!" he exclaimed in a physical expression of despair.

They were pressuring him to answer that. He had no choice but to end up descending.

“He has been and will be the only person I have loved and plan to love in my entire life... Because after what happened with him, who knows if it doesn't happen with someone else? Who knows if that damned Russian doesn't put a nuclear bomb on someone else and end up eradicating them from the face of the earth?”

“America…” UN whispered, its golden eye in the centre of the people expressing understanding. “What happened in 1917 won’t be repeated. I'm here precisely for that, and I know how impulsive Russia is, but I also know how cynical you are... I don't want something to happen that could lead us to a diplomatic crisis... That's why I wanted to know if he was a natural child, or a territory that you changed and that Russia can try to claim politically…”

“I would never allow Alaska to be taken away from me.”

“Be thankful that being the natural son of both, whoever dies of the two, leaves the territory to the other... Russia cannot claim anything from you, and in case it attacks you or attacks Alaska, you have the right of defence... But no. There is a nuclear permit…” he said seriously, although it did not sound like a threat, the USA nodded in agreement.

“I know…”

“And there is nothing to feel ashamed of…” he smiled a little. “You can't stay stuck in the past either... At some point you have to get over him and let him rest... Your memories of him should be happy, not nostalgic, not painful... Not full of revenge and hatred for the USSR... I can understand that what happened hurt you... You must look at the present…”

“I will never love anyone like I did with him. I was in a fragile stage of my life... It will not be repeated with anyone... and I don't want to sully that feeling.”

“You can come to treasure feelings as or more beautiful like the one you have…”

“But there will never be anyone to fill that void, and that's how I want it to continue…”

The doors of the amphitheatre opened as if the worst murder of the century had confessed, and the gazes of all the organisations present focused on the figure on the other side of the amphitheatre, threatening and arrogant at that entrance that was nothing other than a shameless interruption, product of having overheard someone else's conversation in which he didn’t have a veil.

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The United States turned his eyes to the recently opened door, shocked by the intruding person who had the shameless audacity to interrupt their conversation.

“Кто бы сказал? [Who'd say?]”

That question made the US want to spout the worst venom he could. The most sadistic and vile words that could ever cross my mind.

USSR… That motherfu―

Seeing that sly smile, with his blonde hair combed back with hair gel, with some rebellious strands that fell over his face... His red skin-like unbridled passion made US gag just looking at him and his sly smile, full of ferocity, covering one of his eyes behind an eyepatch, and his military uniform that disgusted me so much, with a long brown winter trench coat... His ice blue eye, an inheritance that Russia destined to make use of... He narrowed his eyes with a certain illusion and sadism…

That damned brat should be dead… Like Third Reich…

“The arrogant and sarcastic America, the one who has no feelings or emotions for anyone, in love... with the Russian Empire nothing more and nothing less…”

USA closed his free hand into a fist, he felt trapped, he wanted to run out of there, he wanted to lock himself in the house, he wanted to take Alaska away, he wanted to get lost from the world and hide, he didn't want to hold on and see the face of that stupid red-faced Russian. He was laughing and making fun of his weakness.

Another of the doors opened timidly and from here Alaska entered and went down the steps almost stumbling because of how fast he went down them, until he reached the American, where he hid behind, terrified because the USSR had made its star appearance like an infernal circus star…

He didn’t come alone, those who had seen him arrive had made their way back, incredulous at his presence...

“Come on, tell me... Why don't you talk to us a little more?”

"You took it from me," he accused.

“Don't you have anything else to say?”

"You took away the only person I have ever loved in my entire existence," he claimed, almost an accusation, the tone indicated it.

“Please... You loved someone older than your father, это отвратительно [that's repulsive]”

“You are not the best person to talk about these things!” He shouted angrily. “You fell in love with a genocide!”

“The Russian Empire was also genocidal!”

“We have all been damned genocidal!” Germany shouted, trying to calm the situation, without success. “Manche mehr als andere… [Some more than others]” they didn't know if they were referring to the USSR, the Third Reich or someone else... “Aber das waren wir alle [But we all have been]”

US was losing his temper, he was capable of going on a killing spree or even causing a world war if that Russian really annoyed him. With Russia he didn't dare, but with that wretched man he would, he had no control over the nuclear or the military, therefore, he depended entirely on his son, and he would be threatened and possibly punished by the UN for not doing it.

“That sick capitalist fell in love with someo—”

“As far as I'm concerned…” Everyone stopped when they heard that delicate and majestic accent. “I was almost 20 years old when the Russian Empire was born and if we count England as a separate and globalised force of the moment, perhaps a few more years, everyone knows…” The United Kingdom approached the scene, passing by the USSR and calmly supporting his elegant cane and top hat, descending the stairs of the amphitheatre to the side of the lectern, the place where the USA was located. “Nationalism and the unity of states in nations and the identity formation of countries did a lot of damage to everyone, Italy and Germany know what I'm talking about…” he turned towards the USSR, resting the cane with a sharp thud on the ground. “When the USA became independent, your father already had about fifty years, and of course so did I. What my son would have done at the time was his business, it was no longer my political, social, legal and diplomatic problem, but he is still my son…” his expression became neutral, serious, implacable. “And precisely for that reason… I am not going to allow you to lay a hand on him, nor allow you to humiliate him as you are trying to do…”

“You have shown more than once that he is someone ridiculous, insufficient and that you prefer Canada over him, the USA has always been your black sheep, why do you make the effort to want to defend him after the backstab he put in you? Do you want it to be repeated again? Tea Party, perhaps?” USA frowned.

“It hasn't always been my black sheep. For many years he was the one I was most proud of... And although in front of the public I said that India was my best and most valuable acquisition because of all the wealth I generated in that territory with its exotic products for the rest of Europe, the USA always was and will be that territory that I plan to protect above all, along with Canada, New Zealand and Australia... He refused to continue under my jurisdiction, and will refuse the commonwealth, but I will continue to protect him in the same way that Spain would protect Mexico and the rest of the young Latins who stayed with him for four whole centuries... And Portugal would protect Brazil... Just as you would protect Russia and―”

"I would never accept your protection," Ukraine said, crossing his arms from the top of the stairs. "Nor would yours..." He was referring to Russia, because his light-eyed gaze was on the blonde Russian, who narrowed his eyes.

“Ungrateful…” the eyepatch grumbled.

“He has his reason to hate you.”

"Shut your mouth, ты чертов капиталист [you fucking capitalist]" Russia demanded, defending the reddish-skinned Russian.

“Accept once and for all that your father fell in love with the person who betrayed him and tried to kill him, and the person who lost the war and because he was a damn coward who did not want to suffer the consequences, committed suicide.”

“It's a shame that you didn't commit suicide too.” Was the threatening and fierce tone that Red used. “We would have saved a lot of things.”

“As a world power that I am, I couldn't allow it, but you... You fell against me…” The arrogant smile that characterises me seemed to bother the Russian greatly and that tastes great to me, they don't want to know how much I like to bother people. That idiot, I would like to kill him, but I can only settle for annoying him or making him angry with my happiness. “You have little left to die.”

"UN..." whispered the United Kingdom.

When everyone turned to the British call to the United Nations; He focused his single eye fiercely on everyone present. Germany lowered his gaze immediately, properly putting on those crystalline glasses, and left the place in silence. The UK and USA stood still, side by side, and Alaska continued hugging his father.

“I have tolerated all this discussion since you appeared, even though I explicitly banned you from all the organisations in the world and forced you to be practically free from slavery all the states that were begging to be their own nation. That Russia has adopted your beliefs and behaviour as part of itself is not something I can change, but yours can. For seventy years I allowed your presence, but no more... You set foot in this place again, you ridicule a country again, you threaten someone again, and you again instigate your children to touch or mock the United States of America and I assure you that you are going to wish you were just like the Third Reich. Have I been clear enough?”

Even though the UN was ridiculously thirty or forty centimetres shorter than the USSR, the taller one gave in and withdrew without saying a single word.

“Russia, get out of here too” he demanded.

Ukraine had withdrawn before the USSR and Germany, he had only stayed because he had seen the Russian with the red flag entering the building with an air of arrogance and sarcasm. The few that stayed were the United Kingdom, because he wanted to talk to his son, but when he saw the USSR enter the place, he knew that things would not end well, Russia and several of the former territories of the USSR also stayed, several of them. They were afraid that something bad would happen. Germany stayed mainly because of its distrust of Russia and its father... The rest of the countries would probably already be at the airport returning to their homes.

“Why didn't you tell me anything?” UK asked without looking at him, simply staring at how the United Nations Organization was finishing collecting the things, the papers, and finishing calming down before approaching UE, who was waiting patiently for him to finish touching the limit of hyperventilation due to the stress that all that mess was causing him.

“You never asked…”

“It is logical that you tell your father that he is a grandfather... And not just because your little one accidentally called you ‘Dad’... I would have been excited to know that I was a grandfather and that you would have told me.” USA twitched his lip.

“It's not that much either... I have the FBI and the CIA; and to the rest of the states, I don't call myself ‘The Fifty United States of North America’ just because I'm a narcissist, dad; you were already a grandfather…”

“I would have been delighted if you had told me that Alaska was your son…”

“Dad, enough... I didn't want anyone to know…”

“It's also not so shameful that you loved the Russian Empire.”

“Enough... I don't want to continue talking about this…”

“My dear son… how embarrassing you are when you are not interested in the topic of conversation…”

“Ugh…” He crossed his arms. “Alaska, let's better go with the other states…”

“Yes…” he chuckled at seeing that extremely childish reaction. “It’s possible that they have burned the water again trying to cook something…” and with that, the red and white flag with the star mark of the fifty states, and the dark blue flag and some golden stars scattered over its face, they withdrew from the place.

Now everyone knew that he had an affair with the Russian Empire, that he loved it, that he really had been in love with someone, no one thought that there had really been someone to thaw that stone, arrogant and bitter heart that the American possessed. Ironically it had been someone who was a professional with ice, knew how to handle it, and was cold, just like him.

They both combined well, at first it was a commercial clash, then it was an expansionist territorial clash, then it became a secret that no one should ever know, that's why they both lived hidden, they lived hiding their kisses, they lived hiding their looks, they lived hiding their cheeky smiles, their little jokes in the distance, their little mutual body language like a new language created only by them.

And that happiness they had after a long process in which they both spent almost the entire night awake, did not last long... Because at the beginning of the 20th century, he... Russian Empire... Died…

The USSR killed him in the Russian revolution, rebelled against the tsar, annihilated him, and took command, and the United States felt so much rage and anguish and so much fury that it exploded and entered as if it were an uncontrolled fire in the First World War... Giving the finishing touch to end it...

Ashamed, hurt, ashamed, regretful, full of a feeling of anguish and despair, he preferred to hide that he had loved someone, he preferred to lie and never let anyone know that he had loved someone, he hid his son as if it were a territory that he bought from him. to the Russian Empire at the time, so that no one would ever know the truth... He preferred to hide behind a heart of stone compacted in indescribable hard ice, and never allow anyone else to take his place in his life... Because he was not going to love someone again like he loved him...

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The house was beautiful, all painted in that colour as pure as white was, it was a country house, with a porch and a rocking chair on one side, with some small stairs, two or three steps, and then it was pure well-kept and perfect vegetation, a lawn full of plants, flowers and grass of a brilliant green.

Oh, and it should be noted that there was a large apple tree, a beautiful apple tree that adorned the horizon when he went out to the porch, leaned against one of the wooden pillars, admiring the limits of that house far from everything, with an atmosphere so perfect that it was idyllic.

It seemed like a dream and when the apple tree began to bloom it was the best time to admire that beautiful garden full of white purity, so that in a few months it would bear those sweet red fruits, just when they decided that their little one would be born.

He walked with his bare feet, feeling the warmth and softness of the earth, and then he leaned against the tree, looking at the sky, smiling like a clumsy fool in love, the warm breeze was so perfect. With one hand on the trunk of the tree and the other on his chest, his heart beat with so much strength and so much affection for that place. Closing his eyes he felt almost as if he were hugging that beautiful landscape, he smiled a little, relaxing in that small moment that he would treasure for his entire life.

He only opened his eyes when he felt a close presence, and an overprotective hug after that.

“I told you not to leave the house alone…” someone whispered against his forehead, it wasn't a complaint, it was almost mocking.

“Calm down a little... I barely left the house…” he leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth of the hug. “This place is unreachable…” he whispered.

“The places that seem safest are the easiest to ambush because it is the only time in which one is more relaxed…” he muttered with a certain elegance, and cradled the American's face...

“Nobody knows this place... I don't know why you worry so much…” US responded, downplaying the matter while looking at those golden eyes as shiny as stars. “I hope our baby has your eyes and not mine…” he chuckled and supported his lips on the blonde's forehead.

“Your eyes are the most beautiful in this world…” he whispered majestically. “And I can't help but worry…” there was a brief silence. Then he smiled. “I'm a little paranoid…”

“Not at all... It's good to be cautious…” he placed his lips on the Empire's cheek... His hair was combed back, the whole family had that habit, but his hair was not blonde... It was jet black... A jet black tone like soot, contrasted with those impressive golden eyes... “I like it when you worry excessively about small things…” he whispered subtly, almost as if it were a caress of a feather, and he smiled, touched by it.

“You're getting sentimental…”

“You like when I get sentimental.”

“I do my best to put up with you…”

“You love me…”

“I do…” he stated, smiling sideways.

“I love you too” USA responded. “I would give my entire life to be able to spend all the time in the world in this place…” he moved around in small circles, admiring that place and showing himself as a martyr with his arms outstretched. “No one would bother us, No one would claim us, no one would complain about our presence... This place is perfect…” He continued with his arms outstretched and stopped looking at the jet, his crystal blue eyes shining with emotion.

“Unfortunately we would raise suspicions if two such great powers suddenly disappeared…” He approached him, both slowly walking the path towards the house once again. “I remind you that we are in a somewhat complicated time…” He rested his hands on his shoulders, being a small relaxing massage to calm him down. USA rolled his eyes.

"Prussia is an idiot..." he said, crossing his arms.

“And you are my idiot…” he purred against his temple. USA bit his lip, suppressing a smile, and turned around, climbing onto one of the stairs' steps.

“And you are mine…” he grabbed his cheekbones and their lips joined together. “I love you…” he purred against her lips.

It was from an almost magical process in which both, giving a small part of themselves, several drops of blood, had to wait for the new territory to be generated. It could be said that the birth of Alaska was gentle, a territory wedged between the two, where both could fully protect the youngest without anyone being aware, it was a territory that no one could easily attack, unless they wanted to be annihilated after being cornered. …

His face was dark blue, like his hair, almost as dark as part of the dyed hair of the United States of America with golden stars permanently tattooed to his face and when he opened his eyes, both could see the heavenly shine of gold, the eyes of the Russian Empire…

USA was so proud to see his little one grow up little by little and that the three of them could spend time together, protecting Alaska…

The Russian Empire was cold and serious, but when he was alone with Alaska or when they knew that no one could see them, he was a very affectionate father and used to stroke his hair whenever Alaska did something well.

USA used to die of tenderness seeing both of them have their moments...

When Alaska was big enough so that both he and the states could be alone, that was when he and the Russian Empire returned to the meetings, both were aware of how aggressive and argumentative they were, the UK was violent and excessive, impulsive, which had disappeared over time.

He and Spain were constantly throwing barbs at each other and from time to time France joined in and the three ended up shouting and almost punching each other…

When not, the UK argued with Germany, at that time the Second Reich…

The Russian Empire tried to remain serious and formal, but with The constant provocations, the presence of Prussia, and the constant European barbs, made even the Ottoman Empire get involved in the discussion…

This is how the First World War broke out, disagreements, capitalism, mercantilism and, above all, a murder were the breeding ground. Which ended up causing the entire world to melt into absolute chaos...

In those times, the USA was an emerging power, it did not usually get into fistfights with anyone, but little by little it tried to make its place, like that time when all the powers, Japan― well, the Japanese Empire at that time― included, slapped the poor guy of China that was not at its best.

Nobody yet knew Alaska, its existence was a complete secret, a jealous secret that both the American and the Russian hid. But when it became known, that was the moment when the USA had to lie… And it was after the Russian Empire fell― murder―. So it had to take custody of Alaska as the sole ‘owner’, remaining in silence in front of the world, but being exclusively protective with Alaska when no one could see them…

That day was disastrous, it was a magnificent disaster, I had not already woken up in a good mood, because the Great War was becoming critical.

He remembered it perfectly, that afternoon the Russian Empire dressed in its best suit to have dinner with his family, apparently they had some business to attend to, and having a break from the war, even if it was momentary, caused the USA to have a bad feeling, and he wrote a telegram asking him to be careful.

The last telegram he received from the Russian Empire was: ‘It will be a quiet dinner, when I finish I will go to your territory for a while, the war is wearing me down, I need to kiss your lips to relax, for now I say goodbye to you with a kiss through the paper... Wait for me until I can kiss you face to face’ and it was painful to see and especially read. But the Russian Empire never knocked on his door the next day…

That 1917 was a mortal wound in his heart.

Anger caused his blood to boil and shortly after, the USA formally entered the Great War.

He was not satisfied with that meeting, yes, he had benefits from the war, but he was never satisfied, because in 1922 the USSR proclaimed itself leader of the territory, and began to replace the place that the Russian Empire had occupied all its life, and the contempt with the who removed the old plaque from his beloved, ground his teeth, and there began his hatred and the freezing of his heart of stone...

His presentation speech…

His first words as a leader before all the regions and before the new regions that resulted from that fateful war. No one ever knew that World War II would be even worse. That trench war was a trauma for everyone…

His words with the hatred in which he expressed his face when he spoke of the Russian Empire, the lack of consideration he had for him, how he had gotten rid of his father because he was a disaster in the war, in the government, and probably also in bed... Because he had not produced an heir other than him... And that made him grind his nails against the table, and he was lucky to have them short, because he swore he would have been able to scratch the entire table like that. rabid feline…

From the perspective of the USSR, the Russian Empire was a nuisance that never had any interest in the people and that had corrupted its citizens, and that he was there to free them...

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“Dad... Are you...?” He didn't continue speaking, USA reacted with surprise and laid her eyes on him. He wiped the base of her eyes with the palms of his hands, removing the small tears that had accumulated.

“I'm fine... I'm fine... Don't worry…” he shook his head, inhaling through his nose to calm down.

“Were you thinking of father...?” USA tried to shake his head, but ended up nodding quite dejectedly. “Don't just remember him as someone who is no longer there... Think of him as someone who is still…” he smiled a little brokenly and that caused the USA to try hard to draw a small smile.

He surrounded his son's body in a comforting hug. Alaska reciprocated immediately.

“Even if I think about the good times I had and have always had with him... I will not be able to forget that day in 1922... Or that night in 1917…”

“Dad…” he hugged him tighter. “I also think about him sometimes…” he confessed… “but... I look forward to it... I still have you... And I'm happy that the states and you can be here.”

“I'm glad you think that…” he smiled gently...

USA turned his eyes towards the room, noticing the presence of several of the states at the threshold of the room. They hid quickly, and that caused him to draw a faint smile, he moved his eyes towards Alaska and winked, getting up silently and approaching the states.

“Don’t listen to other people's conversations.”

And everyone who was listening let out a scream at his father's grim mock seriousness, and after that, Alaska's silent laughter, which made the states complain that they were being laughed at.

USA was proud of his family, his memories hurt him, his thoughts hurt him, the past hurt him... But having Alaska with him was almost a salvation, because as long as he had her with him, the Russian Empire would always be with him... As long as Alaska was safe, he would know that he would have done his job well as a father, as a father figure, as a protector...

The End