“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”
You gave the blonde man a shy look, digging your hand down to the left a bit but keeping it on the top of the bag, and grabbing onto what you thought was the stem of a flower you often loved to watch grow outside your house. And it was: a sunflower!
“Dat is my sunflower.”
Arthur froze above you, as did most countries, as a tall man with platinum blonde/white hair stood from several seats down...You noticed another man that had been beneath him, who immediately got up to move seats. The tall man gave you a child-like smile and walked over.
The entire room was quiet.
He held out a hand. “My name is Ivan Braginski, little one. You will be one with Mother Russia from now on, da?”
“You’re a Mommy?” You asked, staring up at him.
“In a sense.”
These words made you feel even more nervous than before. You didn’t make eye contact, but shook his hand as Arth