When Russia arrived at England's house, his clothes still smelled of soot, and his left eye was still swollen and purple. He could see England was a little taken aback by how bad he still looked, but he welcomed him in and went about the usual diplomacy without saying anything. They were relaxing over cups of tea when the door burst open, and two little boys ran in
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D'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww~ Young Alfred and Ivan. Anon doesn't usually read much of America/Russia fic but this was just so charming and... such innocence and pure concern from Alfred to Ivan.
Wow, when you said very young you meant VERY young. Like...a handful of men in Jamestown trying to get enough stuff done to bring over their families young xDDDD
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Lovely fill. <33333333333
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