You stood there, looking down at your adoptive father on the hospital bed, Russia standing next to you. The rest of your siblings were supposedly busy, but really they just didn't want to be there. Soviet coughed weakly then put his hand on top of Russia's

"Russia.. My first son... Please.. Please make things right... Don't continue my stupid fake war with America..."

Russia just nodded, but you could tell he was holding back tears big time. Russia had to excuse himself to leave, he didn't want his father to see him in tears so he just went out into the hallway. You and Soviet were alone now. He sat up slightly, taking his Ushanka off and placing it on top of your head

"Make a life you're gonna be proud of kiddo... Can you do this for me?.."