the future daddy:Russia

"...Russia !?"
"NO WAY DUDE !!"
Before I knew it, my feet were no longer touching the ground, while two muscular arms were holding me tight ,lifting me bridal style.
For a moment I stood motionless, speechless and stunned.
Then a click in my brain made it start working again,and my body moved on its own .
I tried to slip away from the iron grip wriggling like a fish out of water.
"ALFRED PUT ME DOOOWNN BLOODY GI..NGER"
"AWW dudette! STOP scratching my face!"
"let me gooo" "I can’t let the commie take ya! doh, I am the hero I must save you! " " I can rescue myself thank you very much! "
Arthur and Francis looked at us with big drops of sweat on their forehead. Damn you kiku! stop invading people through facial expressions!

Alfred had just opened his mouth to retort when a scarf appeared from God knows where  enveloped itself around his neck, chocking him.
Alfred, now in a healthy and vibrant shade between dark red and burgundy, loosened his grip, and I was finally able to sneak out. to celebrate this I decided to high five the floor with my ass.

A gloomy "kolkolkolkol" spread throughout the room. behind the inert body of Alfred, recently passed out from asphyxiation, stood the imposing and colossal Russian, surrounded by a purple aura that matched the color of Alfred’s face.

"Were  you trying to take away the little flower from me, da?" Heavy made in Moscow boots swooped on the American’s cheek.

I looked around for help, but 50% of the witnesses had disappeared, a nice 30% was praying  its own God to save them from the wrath of the disturbing Russian, a fearful 10% hid behind Germany and the remaining or were asleep, or were too busy bickering to notice the attempted murder in progress.

Trembling, I cleared my throat "uh? Ivan, do not you think ...hm ...I do not know...it would be nice to remove your foot from Alfred’s skull before you smash it? " The Russian turned towards me and cocked his head to the side, smiling innocently with his eyes closed " oh?I do not think so sunflower " "oh.I see.."
Alfred silently pleaded me with his eyes, although perhaps he could not focus on my face, because his glasses lay shattered on the ground beside his head... I sighed.

Well, time to train my parent-y ability .

With my back straight,I put one hand on my hip, the other in mid-air with the index finger raised,and  I forced myself to wear the more matriarchal frown possible
"Ivan Braginsky take off your filthy  boot from that filthy American or I swear to God I'll give your son to Poland, and I will not be responsible for, nor what he’l make him/her will wear ,nor  how he’ll educate him/her "
" but..."
"did I stuttered?"
for a moment I thought I saw his scarf Ivan moving slowly towards me, but immediately it returned to be a normal-not-possessed scarf
"…Sunflower what"
"I said,did I stuttered"
Ivan (and the whole room) now was looking at me surprised…and a bit annoyed?
"niet..."
"good"
Was it normal to feel the power flowing through my  veins or was it a mom thing? if it was, then this pregnancy had suddenly become something miraculous.
"But your foot is still where it should not be"
Ivan’s violet eyes narrowed, his lips tightened .
He studied me for a minute, looking for the slightest sign of uncertainty and waiting for me to falter and bend under his steely gaze .
But I did not recoiled, indeed it paid him with his own medicine,by giving him a you-really-risk-to-sleep-in-the-doghouse-tonight-Mister-grumpy-pants look.

Slowly, very slowly ,he stepped back, allowing Alfred to crawl away holding back sobs of pain.

I expected him to tell me something, but instead he turned around, snapped his fingers and Lithuania jumped up from his hiding place behind Ukraine. Ivan gave him some car keys and he took them as he ran out of the room.

Then Ivan walked slowly toward me.I crossed my arms but I was starting to falter.

All the country held their breath, but just when the Russian was a few steps away from me, he shooted me his usual fake and innocent smile, not reassuring at all.
"let's go,da?" he girded my hips with one arm and pushed me gently towards the door
"excuse me?going where? "
" at home, da? "
" my home ..? "
"our home,sunflower,our. "
" but- "
Ivan looked at me straight in the eyes,commanding me to hush,perpetually smiling but without any emotion on his face but a cold warning shining in his purple eyes .
He leaned in so no one could hear him but me,and whispered:
"do not play with fire,люблю "
"I thought there was only snow in Russia" I mumbled looking at the floor as we walked through the door.

Ivan chuckled darkly.
"snow can become a convenient tomb if necessary"
"Are you threatening me?"
"Oh no, I would never do that...I'm just warning you, you better not mess with Mother Russia"
"and you better not mess with Mother _____, big boy."
Ivan stopped in the middle of the corridor,still looking at me

" are you sure that's how you want to play ____?"

"ohh, that’s is definitely how I want to play Ivan."