(I think Tumblr wants me to stop requesting because it’s eating some of my requests, but I can’t because I high key love this blog) I was wondering how America, England, and Russia would react to their little sister (like 15-17) coming into their room crying about not wanting to grow up? Thank you!
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America
His head shot up as soon as his office door slammed open. Your tear stained face made his heart rate quicken. He quickly got out of his seat and held out his arms and you quickly buried your face in his chest, your hand gripping the back of his shirt.
“What wrong? Are you hurt?” He questioned. He tried to pull away so he could inspect you, but you held onto him tighter.
“I don’t wanna grow up!” You screeched. You sobbed loudly into his chest. He stood still for a moment before laughing loudly. “It’s isn’t funny! It’s serious!” You wipped your nose on his shirt.
“Yes I know it’s very serious.” He said through his laughs. “Kiddo, you should be excited to grow up! There are so many more things you can do, like drink”..... He trailed off.
“What else?” You asked. You removed your head away from his chest and looked up at him, your sobs dying down.
He looked around the room nervously.
“You’ll get to move out and have your own place!” He exclaimed. You looked at him blankly, before bursting into more tears.
“You just want to get rid of me!” You sobbed, re-burying your face in his chest. He grumbled in annoyance and gripped you tighter.
England
The island nation heart ached when he heard you sobbing in your room. Knocking softly at your door he opened it. He squinted his eyes at the dark room. You removed your head from under the covers and held your arms out for him. It reminded him of when you were little and just had a nightmare.
He sat down on the bed and quickly pulled the covers away from you holding you to his chest.
“What happened, love.” He hummed. His fingers ran up and down your back soothingly.
“I just realized I’m going to be old like you one day.” You choked on your words and you clung to him tighter. He gasped and pulled away from you.
“That’s rather rude.” He grunted. Nonetheless he wiped away your tears. “That’s a good thing though. Only the lucky people live to be old.” He smiled, pinching your cheek, like a grandma.
Russia
“I don’t wanna be old though! Then I’m going to have to pay bills! And have an actual career! And get married! Who is going to want to put up with me for the rest of their life? Then what if I get a divorce! And what if I have kids?” You asked. You paced back and forth in the livingroom. Ivan watched you his eyes following you, trying to keep up with you.
“Sunflower.” He stated, cutting off your rant. You stopped and looked at him. He patted the seat next to him and you quickly sat down. “Don’t worry about these things. They are not relevant now. If you spend so much time worrying about growing up, you’ll miss actually growing up.” Ivan soothed. He wrapped his large hands around yours and squeezed them gently.
“Wow, that’s a really good point.” You smiled. But then a thought came to your head. “Wait What if I’ve been too focused on the future that I have already missed my childhood?” The large Russian groaned and fell back against the couch as you got up pacing again.
