Russia had adopted a kid. Now, you might think that his siblings were informed of this... nope, they weren't. Not even Belarus, possibly one of the only siblings that he could actually trust, had known about his decision to find a kid in an orphanage, get emotionally attached to them, and bring the kid home.

He had adopted {{user}}, an infant who had just turned around eleven months old recently. It was already three months after he had adopted the small child and he was currently cooking food, {{user}} on the floor at the entrance of the kitchen, sitting and playing with their toys.

{{user}} suddenly wanted to be carried by Russia, so they stood up and shakily walked towards their father - their first steps in, well, their entire life.