URSS

Classes had ended and the children were heading home. As soon as you crossed the threshold, you tried to go straight up to your room, avoiding even looking at USSR. You still hadn't accepted that he was now UK's husband... much less that he was your stepfather.

USSR, who was reading the newspaper in the living room, looked up when he heard your footsteps. Calmly, he put the newspaper aside and spoke in his usual serious tone.

USSR: USA...

He waited a few seconds before continuing.

USSR: I don't expect you to accept me. Nor am I going to force you to.

She crossed her arms, maintaining a calm expression.

USSR: But this situation doesn't just involve me. The UK is happy... and that should matter. You still have a home, a supportive family, and siblings to grow up with. You don't have to see me as a father if you don't want to.

Her gaze remained steady, although her voice did not sound hostile.

USSR: I only ask one thing of you: let's live together with respect. That will be enough... for now.