[FANFIC] Alaska: The Last Frontier 1/3
Title: The Last Frontier
Author/Artist: Rain_Sonata
Character(s) or Pairing(s): just father and child fluff, Russia, America, Alaska
Rating: PG-13 for possible language
Warnings: mention of other state-tans, lots of history references
Summary: Alaska: The Last Frontier. "Steward's Icebox", the others mocked. The snow encircling the two swirled around them. A short story based loosely on the Alaska Purchase. Warning: Nation and human names will both be used. PG-13 for Russia's language.
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The Last Frontier
Author's Notes: I'm taking a break from writing my other fanfic, The Red Flower. I'll go back to that fanfic later when my interest catches on again. Probably sometime this week. I'll just enjoy the holidays as I please.
Summary: Alaska: The Last Frontier. "Seward's Icebox", the others mocked. America stared at the small, pale child in front of him. "Hello." The America greeted the boy. "Hello." The territory whispered. The snow encircling the two swirled around them. A short one-shot based loosely on the Alaska Purchase. Warning: Nation and human names will both be used.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my OC, Alaska.
Age Section:
Russia - 2800 (rough estimate), mid 20s (appearance)
America - 450, 17 or 18 (appearance)
Alaska - 120, 7 (appearance)
1867
A tall man in his mid twenties felt the sharp whips of the cold wind blowing against him. The blistering blades swiped at his cheeks, inflicting him repeatedly. How long would they have to wait? What was taking him so long? How much Russia hated the cold. All he could see was mounts of dull grey snow, stacking on top of each other and forming hills all around them. Did he know that it would have been rude to be late? Especially when it was him, who was requesting the deal? All he could see was mounts of dull grey snow, stacking on top of each other and forming hills all around them.
Standing next to him was a small child of about seven years old who was clinging to the tall nation. The small boy had wide glacier blue eyes; he wore a thick Eskimo coat woven by the Aleuts he had been living with in the past century. His pale round face was flushed from tiredness and restlessness from waiting.
Russia had his thick fur coat on; both of them had soft short beige blond hair matted on their heads, wet from the snow and rain. However, the boy's hair was such a light shade of blond that it was nearly white. The each of them adorned a long white scarf and wore identical beaver pellet boots. They made quite a strange pair; big and small, strong and weak.
The child puckered his lips and pouted. "I'm tired."
Ivan smiled at his colony. "I know." He tucked in the boy's scarf out of plain habit. "Don't worry, he'll come soon. Soon, you won't have to worry about that Anglo coming after you (1)." No more was said after that. The low whispers of the falling snow blew as the two waited impatiently. Hours seemed to have pasted by when a small figure appeared from the horizon. They both looked up.
Russia's light gentle violet eyes were flickering at the person opposite to him.
"Sorry I'm late! I had some short stops on my way here!" The person's voice was so loud and boisterous. The complete opposite to Russia normally soft chilling voice.
"So you decided to come after all." The Russian Empire quietly commented, a small hint of annoyance poked its way through his tone. It was about damn time!
"Of course!" The other man replied. The boy suspected that the figure was grinning when he had spoken.
The child only grew closer to Russia like a magnetic force. His pale eyes stared at the shadow, whose identity soon became apparent as he approached. The figure tipped his black cap at the two.
The mysterious man turned out to be another blond, with strange bright blue eyes and a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Unlike the others, he wore more layers of winter clothing, showing that he was obviously unacquainted to the harsh weather. He wore layers of sweaters and coats, making the American look like a strange giant bear. A huge old scarf of red, white, and blue was wrapped around the man, covering half of his face and adorned a ridiculously large hat. Thick black boots shone on his feet as if he had just gotten them new and were wearing them for the first time. His sudden appearance surprised the boy, as the small child jerked beside Russia.
"It's okay." Ivan reassured the boy, hugging him with his big arms. The tall Russian tried to make his smile natural. He failed. But the child believed him and slowly nodded, still clinging to the man, his lips were quivering. Somehow, Ivan had the feeling that it wasn't from just the cold.
America raised his eyebrow. "This is him?" Alfred was expecting more from the Great Russian Empire. The colony was so small. The American felt the colony's eyes fall on him.
From his mind, the man was the biggest thing he had ever seen beside Russia. The way he walked. The way he stood upright. Somehow, he seemed stronger, powerful. As if the man had just walked out of battle (2). Now that Russian America took the time to look, he spotted bags underneath America's eyes from lack of sleep. Smalls cuts and scars were marks on several places on his baby smooth face.
Alfred recognized the stares and gave the child an embarrassed smile, cheeks were rosy pink. The colony than looked away, blushing at his rudeness.
America grinned and took out his hand, beaming at the small colony. "Howdy, I'm America! What's your name?"
The small child whispered. "I'm Russian America." His eyes were how again all focused on the American nation.
Alfred scoffed. "What an unoriginal name." He ignored Ivan's death glare that was aimed at his direction. Anger bubbled underneath his calm exterior. That stupid American dick! He was the one who came up with that preposterous name in the first place! The Russian's eyes were had a strange twinkling in their pupils. Was that a pistol in his hand? The click of the small weapon fell unnoticed by the sound of the blowing snow.
America only beamed before turning to Russia, completely oblivious to the death glares from the man. "What's his human name?" He was still smiling.
Russia suddenly stopped his strange antics, and slowly placed the pistol back into his pocket. He had to remember. The deal was already made. No need to make a big racket.
"Alex." He told the American nation. "Alexander Joseph Braginsky." The Russian nation had pride in his voice. The small colony was named after one of the tsars that once ruled the grand empire.
Alfred examined the child and stared back at Russia and said in awe, comparing the two of them. The resemblances were scary. His eyes were now half-lidded and threw his arm around the boy.
Ivan raised his eyebrows. "I trust it that you'll take good care of him won't you?" The same pressure from the Russian from earlier was starting to rise.
America was taken back. "Of course I would." He looked insulted. Did the Russian man really think of him like that (3)?
Russia sighed. "Then I suppose this is my signal to leave then."
Russian America began to open his mouth as if to say something, but Russia motioned him to silence with his finger. Alex looked surprised.
"No need to say anything." He told the boy. "Everything will be alright. Who knows, I may visit you again sometimes." He tried to hide his concern, holding back the tears. Turning away from the departing nation and the small colony, Ivan was afraid to look back.
"Come Alex," Russia heard America speak to the colony. He thought that he had heard a sense of uncertainty and doubt in the American's voice (4). "Let's go home."
"Home." The boy quietly repeated the words. What was home? Ivan heard their boots brushing against the soft, icy earth.
Alex, his mind sighed. How much he had loved the boy. His colony. How old was the child? Like many of his own kind, the nation lost track of the years. Nations lived long lives. The number of years no longer mattered.
"Russia!" A small toddler ran to hug the giant empire. His small warm arms could only wrap around the man's arm. "You came back!"
Russia chucked. "Of course I came back. I promised didn't I? Da?" How much he wished that those visits would last forever…
For decades, the Russian had taken the territory under his wings and cared for him with love. To his people's eyes, he was just a small piece of land. Russia felt guilty for not spending much time with the colony. As close as they were by geography, they did not know each other as well as they should have. Only five hundred Russians lived there! (5)
Sure, they have hunted for whales and seals on there, but besides that, there wasn't much interference with the newfound land. And now, he sadly thought, I'm going to take away all of my men. All of the settlements. Leave him for good. His eyes were sad, warm tears fell down his pale cheeks.
He looked back. It sounded like the two were already in a conversation. And they hardly met each other for a several minutes! That hardly sounded fair. It took Ivan awhile to get Alex to talk to him when he first found him. His hands began to form into fists.
Oh Alex… don't let the American idiot corrupt you. Stay the way you are. Alex… my colony. My little boy. The winds froze his tears.
My son.
Author Notes:
Anglo man (1) - The reason why Russia wanted to give away Alaska in the first place was that he worried that England would soon try to seize the poor colony after seeing the Englishman taking British Columbia. Of course, England never had any interest in the icy colony in the first place.
Battle (2) - When Russia first struck the deal, America was going through harsh times: the infamous Civil War. The two nations didn't make the purchase until after the war.
That (3) - Oh Alfred, it only gets worse in a century from then.
Uncertainty (4) - The Americans at the time had no real interest in Alaska. They only bought the land from Russia because they feared angering the tsar. The rumors of fur, gold, and natural resources only gave them a small push and a little sense of hope of purchasing the piece of land. More info on that in the other chapter.
Small population (5) - Which sort of explains Alaska's small size. The settlements were not very developed in comparison to other settlements such as New England and New Spain.
Last Notes: Yes, Alaska is Russia's son by blood. And no, he's not related to America by blood in any sort of manner. Alaska was simply adopted because of the purchase. How are nations born, I'm not quite sure. In fact, that's a very good question. How are nations born? Another mystery by Hidekaz Himaruya. Maybe someone should write a fanfic about it. If someone writes one, I'll be sure to read it first thing.
This was originally planned to be a short one-shot, but I'm planning to expand this and make another chapter, maybe from Alaska's pov. I'll be sure of update when I finish that next chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading this! Please remember to read and review my other Hetalia fics! There's only one other, but that's still good. I'm planning to write more fanfics in the future about Alfred's other kids.