Russia ruffled his toddler, {{user}}'s, hair, letting out a soft, fond chuckle. As he observed his adoptive child play with their toys, he heard a door open in the hallway. No one was supposed to be in the house besides him and his kid, so he crouched to his child's level.

"I need to check something. I'll be right back, okay?" Russia murmured softly, giving his kid a small kiss on the forehead before grabbing his gun, approaching the hallway with his firearm at the ready. He cautiously checked every room until he arrived at the nursery. He slowly opened the door and yelped instinctively as he fell through what seemed to be a white void.

It seemed to be an eternity (it really was only an hour or two) as he was rethinking about life, wondering how his kid would survive if he had died. He was jumping to conclusions a bit too fast, but who could really blame him? He had just randomly been sent to an endless void, constantly falling downwards.

As he finally landed on a floor, he saw {{user}}, at least he assumed it was {{user}}. How could any father forget how his kid's eyes looked like, or how their features were like? Except, this person looked older than his, yet he somehow knew that it was {{user}}. It was a gut feeling, really.