stacy's dad is actually pretty rad

he's all i want, i'm obsessed just a tad

stacy can't you see?

your dad's just the guy for me

i know it might be bad but

i'm in love with stacy's dad

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"You're dating him?"

Ukraine interrogated, darting his eyes between both America and Russia, his suspicion growing.

Russia's form pulled away from America's, a ghost of the warmth that once radiated against his back slowly disappeared.

"Hey bud, it's all a misunderstanding-" America tried to disprove his accusations, but Ukraine shot him down.

"Shut!" the boy cladded in a blue as he interrupts Ame, the aforementioned closed his mouth as the former shushed him.

"I need to hear this from my brother."

Rus could only sigh as he rolled his eyes as Ukraine paced around the room. "Вы слишком много предполагаете."

(You are guessing too much.)

America's switches his stare from Ukraine to Russia with bewildered eyes, for he was unable to grasp their language and could only guess the conversation.

"Oh really? I assume too much?" Ukraine turned back to his brother.

America could only gawk at the siblings, reminding him of one of those dramas from Netflix.

It reminded him of Australia, sh*t, maybe even Canada.

Sure, he could get rowdy with his brothers from time to time, but not to this extent.
The furthest they could go is relentless teasing and a bit of roughhousing from time to time (which is the norm for him.)

Ukraine facepalmed, a look of disappointment on his face. "You know you shouldn't hide these type of things, right?"

He exhaled, closing his eyes in deep thought as he shoved his yellow hands onto the sleeves of his hoodie. "I'm not against your relationship."

Hol' up.

WHAT.

"How long has this been going on..?"

Suddenly, a sound of a yawn came from the second floor. "What the f*ck are you guys fighting about now?" the rectangular-headed country, Kazakhstan, grumbled, as he descended the stairs.

Dark circles were present beneath his brown orbs as he glared at Russia and Ukraine, ignoring America's presence in the room as if he was invisible.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep right now?" Rus inquired.

"I was,"

"-until you idiots woke me up." Kazakhstan hissed, the feathers on his golden wings ruffled as he rubbed his eyes. The halo atop his head flickering on and off.

'Holy hell, it's just like pops back home'. America sweatdropped as an image of the United Kingdom popped up from within his mind.

"Keep it down." With one final sigh, Kazakhstan ascended the stairs, footsteps dimming as a loud slam of a door echoed around the house.

The light bulb of the living room flickered, before it split from the wire and landing on the floor, smashing into bits and pieces of shards.

"You're kidding me." Ukraine grunted.

Ukraine pulled up his hood as wore his Adidas sneakers and twisting the doorknob. "I'm out of here."

The door closes, leaving the two, maybe three, behind.

Oof.

"Welp," Belarus pops up from the kitchen doorway.

"That's the 12th time this month that you guys broke a lightbulb!" she remarks, patting and dusting off the flour from her velvet dress.

"Oh hey America! What brings you here?"

America perked up.
"Oh, we're-"

"Doing a group project."  Russia interjects as he gripped Belarus' shoulders and started pushing her back to the kitchen.

"Can I please not be interrupted for 5 seconds?!" America exclaimed from the background.

Belarus paused, gears turning on her mind before a lightbulb appeared above her head. "With only two people?"

"Ooooooh,"

Belarus beamed. "I get it!"

"I guess I shouldn't have interrupted, dear брат." she giggled, which earned a confused look from Russia and a slight tinge of red forming on America's cheeks.

"I guess I gotta give you some space." she winked.
America's face burned even further.

"Oh and," she pauses.

"Feel free to stay for a batch of Plushki later!"

"Aight! Wait, what are Plushki's?" America questions.

"Cinnamon buns," Russia answers, before picking up Belarus out of annoyance.

"Now go."

"Okay, okay! I'll go!" she whined. "Jeez."

"Bye Americaaaaaᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵎ" Belarus said lastly, before Russia shut the kitchen door behind him.

'So that's where the scent of cinnamon came from!' America thought as he recognized the aroma from earlier.

"Hey Rus," America stops, curiosity filling his mind.

"Hm? Oh, be careful of the glass shards. I'll clean that up later."

"Oh- okay." America followed.

"So," Ame paused. "How many siblings do you have again..?"

The air suddenly felt tense, before Russia softly chuckled.

"I believe I had stopped counting after 3." he admits.

"Wait what?" America glanced at him in concern. "You're kidding."

"Unfortunately, this is no jest."

"Well," Russia stopped when his eyes darted to the table full of paper's and their notebooks.

"Now that the distractions are, ahem, gone,"

Russia picked up the thick encyclopedia and flipped it's pages.

"Let's continue on page..."

America inwardly groans.

°°°°°°°°°

AT THE UK'S HOUSEHOLD

"How much ya' wanna bet they're gonna smash?"  Oz cackled as he threw his arms over his 2 brothers, chilling in the couch.

"None." New Zealand refused, shoving his brother away as he fiddled with his phone, scrolling to see whether America has uploaded on his social media or notm

"You can't be serious, aye?" 

"C'mon man, I just blew off m' allowance this month!"

"He probably spent it on V-Bucks." Canada interrupted when he took off the straw from his mouth. The slight fizz of diet coke giving him a tiny piece of sweet, sugary satisfaction for a fraction of a moment.

New Zealand fell silent, while Oz waited for a retort from the former.

"Aight, you caught me." he admits, putting his phone down on the table.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Wow." Canada could only look in astonishment.

Oz remained unmoving, as if he's frozen on his spot.

New Zealand dreaded for Australia's next move when he saw his form shaking.

Australia could barely keep it in before he burst in a fit of giggles and snorts.

"Kiwi, you're serious? But you said you'd stop-"

"I know! I just couldn't help it!" New Zealand yelled, covering his face in defeat and shame.
Oz relentlessly making fun of him while Canada laughed in the sidelines.

This continued on as Oz ruffled New Zealand's hair, the latter yelling and thrashing around in the couch an attempt to break free from the former's grasp.

"Boys," the voice boomed.
Australia and New Zealand ceased their movement, and slowly let go of one another, a look of guilt.

The United Kingdom eyes them with disappointment as he grasped his cane. "Didn't I already tell you three that roughhousing will not be tolerated in this house?"

All three brothers fell silent.

"Answer me."

The siblings expression turned into those of solemn ones.

"Yes, father." they obeyed as they spoke in unison.

"Excellent." He spoke, face deep in thought as he realized that there was someone missing.

Canada.

Australia.

New Zealand.

Ah.

"Well," the man halted. "Where is America?"

Canada gulps, nervousness filling his body as he thought of an excuse.

He doesn't want Ame to-

"He went to McDonalds again." Canada lies through his teeth, slightly squeezing his plastic cup.

Australia casted him a symphatetic glance, understanding the reason of this dishonesty.

New Zealand on the other hand, only gritted his teeth as he looked away.

United Kingdom could only sigh.
He hoped that the UK would buy his lie.
Dreading for his brother, he hoped that what had happened to him doesn't happen to America.
A nightmare of his that came true once he found out.

To be ripped away from-

"That is the 3rd time this month," UK paused, murmuring.

"Canada?"

Canada, anxiously tugging on his coonskin cap, fixated his attention to his father.

"Do think of what I told you before." the UK finalized, casting a worried glance to his son.

Canada's frustration grew. "..Yeah."

The United Kingdom sighed as he departed from the living room, making his way over to his personal home office.

"Asshole." Australia mumbled.

The tension in the air was palpable.

Australia approached Canada, putting his hand over his shoulder to comfort the latter while New Zealand could only spare a strained look for his brother. "We're here for ya', aight?"

Canada shook his head. "...It's all good."

It really isn't.

°°°°°°°°°

Belarus kicked the door open, holding a baking tin with oven mitts. "Yoohoo, you guys done yet?"

America slumped on the table, hiding his face behind his navy-colored notebook.

"As of now, not yet." Russia responded as he closed the encyclopedia and stood. "But we can take a small break."

"Америка, care to stay for dinner?"

America perked up at this, catching sight of Rus offering his hand to help him stand.
America paused for a moment.

Handholding?!

And the way his name rolled of his tongue-

He takes it anyway.
Standing up,

"Sure."

"Great! I'll just go on ahead and wake Zakh up." Belarus brightened, her smile rivaling the shine of the sun. "Rasija, you go get Ukraina outside."

Russia nodded, jogging up to the doorway and shoving his three-striped sneakers on his feet. "I'll be back, behave alright?"

"Hey, I ain't a kid." America huffed, face shifting into an annoyed expression.

"I can beg to differ."

"Then beg." America blurted.

Russia's eyes widened.

Belarus' eyes widened.

Everyone's eyes widened.

...

Hoo-boy, that didn't come out well, screw that-

That is the worst!

Crap, he got used to joking around with his siblings that he blurted that out of impulse.

"My goodness, please get a room." Belarus chortled, wiping her face which was filled with tears of laughter.

Rus didn't say anything, but remained silent, probably waiting for a reply, perhaps an apology for his impulsivity- or was patient enough to give him time to think about what he said.

Whatever mental gymnastics Ame went through in an attempt to pull the brakes on this situation, he settled on one thing.

"I swear to god, I just said that out of impulse."

"Um, alright."

"Alright."

He watched as Russia's form get smaller from the distance in the street.

You did it America. You done goofed.
Now he's never gonna take you seriously again!

Never-

"No offense but," Belarus snickered, placing the tray of cinnamon buns on the wooden table. "You really gotta think before you speak."

"I knooow..." Ame murmured, face burning in shame.

BONUS

1. Rus spent the walk hiding in his ushanka.

2. The brothers don't have a... close relationship with their father, due to how he treats them.

3. Russia has 15 siblings. Most of them has either live somewhere else, or finished early, while a small number of them remained to stick with one another or for other reasons

1798 words

(A/N: Hello I swear USSR will appear soon.)

(Also, please do point out any mistakes or plot-holes you find, I'll try and fix them.)