Papa!RussiaxChild!ReaderxMama!Italy Pt 2

The sun seeped through the windows of the meeting room. Russia and Italy sat next to each other, having come early to get seats. You sat on Russia's lap, munching on a piece of warm bread Italy got for you. You wore a familiar maid outfit, something from Italy's childhood days. The door opened, revealing a trio well knowing as The Frying Panangle: Hungary, Austria, and Prussia.

"Ciao! Ciao Ciao!" Italy began to wave wildly.

"Good morning Ita-" Austria caught notice of you. "Who is that?" He asked, taking a seat across from Russia. Prussia took the seat next to him, earning an uncharacteristic growl from the normally quiet music-loving aristocrat.

"She's our daughter, [name]!" Italy said happily, not hearing the growl.

"Isn't she adorable?!" Hungary squealed, kneeling down in front of you. "And you kept the maid outfit! It looks so adorable on her!"

"I'm surprised he still kept it..." Austria murmured. The room suddenly got cold.

"Russia..." Italy whined.

"It's not me though." All eyes went towards the door, where an infuriated Belarus stood. Hungary stood, glaring at the Belorussian personification. Belarus seemed to take the warning and moved to the other side of the room. Her cold gaze remained on you, an unexplainable emotion glazed on her face.

Boing!

"What's that?" You asked. Russia merely smiled.

"You'll see."

Boing! Boing!

It was getting closer, causing you to become slightly nervous.

Boing! Boing Boing!

"Hello Ukraine." In the doorway was a woman with large...ahem, 'knockers'.

"Sorry I'm late! I wa- Oh, it hasn't started yet." She gasped when she saw you sitting on her brother's lap.

"Aww, isn't she the cutest!" She squealed, running over to you and cueing another series of boings.

"So far so good but I am more concerned about France then anybody else" Russia thought quietly.

"Bonjour!" Oh no, speak of the devil and shall appear.

"Ciao France!" The Frenchman's eye caught the little you sitting on Russia's lap.

"Who is this little ange?" France asked, standing behind Hungary and Ukraine.

"Me and Italy's daughter, [name]" Russia said innocently, although there was a slight menacing aura surrounding him. France winced slightly, knowing full well on the consequences of making a wrong move in regards to the little girl around Russia. He moved a little ways away from him, taking a seat at a spot he was comfortable in. Belarus' agitated aura remained thick in the air. The other countries piled in one by one, taking a moment to fawn over you. Hungary and Ukraine took the seats nearest you, having fallen head-over-heels for you. You clung onto Russia's beige overcoat almost desperately.

"Papa..." You asked.

"Yes, my little sunflower?"

"Are...are these people my family?"

"Well...there are your aunts Ukraine and Belarus." Italy took the moment to butt in.

"And Austria and Hungary, and fratello Romano and Germany and little Serbogia! Oh, and Japan too!" The North Italian nation squealed.

"What about everybody else?" You asked.

"Friends to our little family." Russia murmured, his gaze remaining steady on France. You yawned and fell asleep, despite the chaos of the room.

...

"Russia." The Russian nation glanced at the mention of his name. The meeting had ended recently, all the countries had gone home. The only countries left were Russia, Italy, and Austria.

"Yes Austria?"

"Are you sure you wish to take care of a child? I took care of Italy when he was young and I can tell you that it is a lot of responsibility." Russia gazed softly at your sleeping form.

"Da, I'm pretty sure."

"Then I wish you the best of luck." The Austrian said softly, leaving the room. Italy grasped Russia's hand gently.

"We can do it! I know we can!" He said cheerfully.

"But...Austria is right. A child is a lot of responsibility. I'm just con-" Russia was cut off by Italy, who wrapped his arms around Russia's neck and gave him a swift peck on his lips. Russia was shocked at the sudden action, standing completely still. "Ita...Italy?"

"Si?"

"L-let's go home." He stammered, a bright tomato red blush on his face.

"Veh~!" The two left the room, unaware of a pair of deadly dark violet eyes watching them, seething with jealous rage.