A kind of sequel to belongstoDisney one shot called "What Could've Been."

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----------------------= Time Skip

Theres no ships in this, but if you squint hard enough, you might be able to find one that isn't Russerica. As it isn't in here, but the two are very close friends either way.

No au set
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USSR pov

Me and Nazi were relaxing in my old house. I would say it's been about.....12 years since I died. I haven't seen my family at all during that time. But, I know their safe.

"Hey, do you think Germany hates me?"

"Why would he?"

"I did so much to hurt him."

"I'm sure he'll eventually forgive you. No one can hold grudges forever."

My lover, Nazi, smiles at me. Before moving towards me. I smile back and reach out to pull him into a hug. We sit on the couch together, enjoying each others presence for a long while. Probably 2 or 3 hours. Time doesn't mean much when your dead.

But after the 2nd hour, the door handle rattles. We both pull out of our daydreaming state and stare at the door. Watching with wide and curious eyes as it opens.

Third person

You can imagine the shock when America comes through the door, carrying some boxes. He smiles and looks around the living room. Taking in just how big the house is from the outside compared to the size of the living room.

America pov

So, this is Russia's childhood house huh? It's big, but he has a huge family, so it makes sense. I turn around and look towards the door, watching as Russia enters with boxes so high, you can't see his head. I laugh a bit and go to help him. I take the first half off and place it on the ground, Russia following with his half.

"How big is this fucking house!?"

"It's big. Bigger then you imagine."

"Just this living room is huge!"

"You should see the basement."

"Will you take me down there?"

"No"

"Why?"

"It's fucking scary down there."

USSR pov (the pov are probably gonna switch a lot.)

Russia?......my....son....

I stare at Russia, before letting go of Nazi and walking towards him. I'm in awe at how much he's grown. I feel tears prick the edge of my vision as he walks through me and towards the coffee table, picking up a picture. Nazi comes up and puts a hand on my shoulder, bringing my attention to him.

"He's grown so much. He looks and acts like you as well. You raised him well."

I smile at him, but my attention goes back to Russia when he speaks.

"I remember this picture. It's when Kazakhstan got grumpy and started a food fight, we had fun and I protected a young Belarus. Until dad came in, and even though we thought he would yell at us he picked up a slab of ham and threw it at Kazakhstan. The food fight continued until Ukraine won and dad made us clean up. It took a while."

"That must've been amazing! Britain would've yelled at me for it even if Canada started it."

"Doesn't he always blame you?"

"Yes"

My son laughs at this. I'm so happy he found a friend, I mean, I didn't expect America, but he found someone to be by his side and support him. That's all I could've asked for.

America pov

I go to one of the bigger boxes, and sit down criss-cross, (I can't do that, hurts like hell) opening the box up and looking through the stuff.

Pillows, blankets, hangers, mattress cover, (the big stuff like mattresses and couchs are being delivered later that day) etc.

I sigh, knowing we have a lot of work ahead of us. Before looking up at Russia.

"So, how many of your family members did you get to come?"

"Sadly only Kazakhstan, Ukraine, Estonia, and Belarus. The rest said they want nothing to do with anything dad related...what about you?"

"Sorry man, but my whole family actually."

"Even your dad?"

"Yeah, the reason though, is because it's 'to good to be true' So he had to see it himself. I told him if he's coming, he's helping, and he agreed."

"Nice, the more hands the better."

Third person

After a bit of clearing up what Russia wanted done first and such, they got to work. They finished cleaning the living room, dining room, and Russia finished half of his dad's room. (he wanted to do it himself) By that time everyone's family arrived.

"Alright, everyone line up."

They line up.

"Alright,............Poland?"

"What? Yes Nazi did terrible things to me, but what purpose does it surve to hate a dead person?"

"True, can you make sure the stuff I ordered is coming here and keep a eye out? Come get me, Britain, and anyone else who wants to help lift heavy stuff once it arrives. If you get bored you can help clean upstairs or down stairs."

"K"

"Ukraine, Australia, and Belarus. You three work on the upstairs with Russia. Leave USSR's room to Russia though."

"Consider it done."

"Estonia, Canada, Dad? I proved you wrong, I'm actually doing this, now help me clean up the down stairs."

"I did say I would help if I came here didn't I?"

"Yes, yes you did."

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"EN GARDE, YOU COMMUNIST SCUM!"

"YOU SHALL PAY FOR THAT, YOU IMMATURE ASS!"

Upon hearing the ruckus, Ukraine heads upstairs, only to see her brother and America sword fighting with the brooms. She sighs before yelling, "HEY! YOU GUYS WANTED THIS DONE TODAY RIGHT!? THEN STOP PLAYING AND HELP!"

She turns around and walks back downstairs before they can respond. Once she's gone the two look at each other.

"Continue later?"

"Yes"

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"Your so lazy."

"*fake gasp of hurt* I'm injured father! How dare you say such lies!?!?"

"He's right dude."

"*Another fake gasp of hurt.* Not you to Russia! I'm gonna die!"

Britain sighs as his son falls to the ground, glaring at Canada as he laughs in the background. But his attention is brought to the door when Poland walks through.

"Hey guys? The trucks here!"

Upon hearing this, America jumps up and runs outside to help bring stuff in.

America pov

Lazy.....arg. I'm offended. Once I get to the truck I see....Germany?

"Hey Germany, why you here?"

"Well....I got wind of what you guys where doing so I wanted to see if I could help...if you don't need anymore help then ill leave...."

"NO! No! Stay, the more hands the better! Come on, help me bring in this couch?" (Btw all of the old furniture is gone.)

"S-sure!"

Nazi pov

Is that....Germany!? I leave USSR's side and walk towards him. Amazed he came.

"Maybe he doesn't hate you as much as you think."

"Maybe, but probably not."

USSR frowns at me. Before he kisses my cheek, and leads me to where there finishing up the living room.

[6 hours later]

America pov

I sneak upstairs as everyone helps to finish the last room, the basement. I bring out my phone and call someone.

"Heyo, Italy here."

"Sup Italy, hey I know you have your own pizza place. Mind making some and delivering it?"

"Sure! I owe you anyway."

I smile and give him the order, making sure I got what everyone wants. I exit the call and head back to the basement. No one even noticed I was gone, I don't know how to feel about that....happy they didn't notice?  Or scared.

Shaking that thought from my head, I go and help Australia in fixing the lights.

[A Hour Later]

Russia pov

America told all of us to come up, and sit in the kitchen, he said he had a surprise for our hard work. Once we all get up and sit down, he goes outside, before coming in with 3 pizza boxes!

"HELL YEAH!"

"PIZZA!!"

"IM SO HUNGRY!"

It's complete chaos as everyone (expect me, America, and Britain) scrambles for a piece. America laughs and walks next to me.

"It's like the hunger games I swear."

I laugh and grab his shoulder smiling at him. He smiles back before looking to everyone when Kazakhstan speaks up.

"America, please tell me, why did you organize all of this? As far as I know, you hated USSR and Nazi. So why do this?"

America pov

"Because, while I hated them. I didn't know their whole story, they could've been amazing people but I only saw their bad sides. From what I gathered as well, they where amazing dad's!"

"But, they did so much to hurt everyone."

"They did, but, just because everyone else remembers them as bad people, doesn't mean we have to."

Britain laughs and claps at this.

"That's the most mature thing you ever said."

I scoff, offended at this. But quickly smile again.

"Whatever, look let's relax and make sure we finished everything. Enjoy living here Russia. It's what your father would've wanted."

Russia smiles and slightly crys at this, before Kazakhstan throws a chicken nugget at him. Sparking a food fight.

USSR pov

My son's moving in here. I smile and laugh along with Nazi when a handful of fries hit both of our sons. I smile and grab my lovers hand, he smiles back and squeezes back. I kiss his forehead before looking back at the food fight.

Thank you all.

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THIS SUCKSSSSSSSS!! IT COULD'VE BEEN SO SO SO MUCH BETTER I BET! Sorry if it doesn't match your expectations belongstoDisney

Sorry I didn't include USSR and Nazi much, I didn't know how.