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Request from GreekFreaks13
I didn't really know what you wanted, so I hope this is okay

Fluff
Omega verse
Male x Male
Omega Greece x Alpha Spain

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One good thing about hunting in the winter is that I can track prey more easily.
Bad things about hunting in the winter: Cold, blizzards, not a lot of cover, and the prey blends in too.

I sighed before taking in a big whiff of air.
I smelled something unusual. It was another shifter. What is she doing way over here?
I completely forgot about the prey I was supposed to be tracking. I couldn't see her, but Spain said that if there is a stranger on the territory, is to approach with caution and help if they are hurt or starving.
This woman had to be about a mile away, but it's worth the small journey.
I walked silently through the thick snow as I traked. Another deep breath of air filled my lungs. I couldn't help but notice that the scent was unmoving, but seemed old.

Something is wrong and you know it.

I shrugged it off and kept going forward.

The female's scent lead me to a cave mouth.
"Hello? I'm Greece. If you need help I'll try my best to assist you!" I called out.

Oh no.

There in the cave was the woman. The beutiful woman with dried blood running from her lips and pooled on the floor she died on. Cloudy eyes stared blankly at a dark corner. I couldn't help but investigate what her last sight was.

I turned into my human form and immediately noticed the thickness of my clothes that'd their best in defending me against the cold. I walked slowly into the darkness. I heard a sound. Earth scented air filled my lungs before I noticed an infants cry.

I ran to the source. I quickly discovered the tiny baby girl that couldn't be more than a year old. It was placed in a woven basket with a blanket below her and above her. I scooped the child up in my arms and wrapped both blankets around her before tucking her under my cloak, close to my chest, to warm her up.
I look back on her dead mother before running back to camp, carefully holding the baby.

"Spain! France!" I yelled as soon as I got in camp. Spain responded immediately with a look of terror on his face. I ran into the Healing House and found France reading Physiology books. Her head snapped up at my mate and I. She opened her mouth to ask what's wrong, but I uncovered the blue baby.
I clearly explained what had happened and Canada soon arrived to help his mom take care of the frozen girl.

"Her mother?" The alpha asked cautiously, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Dead."
I watched in desperation as the two calm natured countries examined the child and attempted to rise her core temperature and ward off the hyperthermia.

"What are we going to do?" I looked up to Spain for guidance. He meet my eyes and asked, "Was she all alone?"
I nodded.
"Then we keep her."
My eyes grew wide. "Really?"
"Yes. I'm not that cruel to send an infant back into the woods with no care taker."
I hugged the slightly taller male tight. "I love you, you know," I whispered.
"Everyone loves me, so yes I do know," he smirked. "But I love you more than anything." He gave me a quick kiss.

After a few days, the baby got better and France said that the little girl was stable enough to move out of the medical ward and move in with Spain and I.
I rocked in the chair that my mate placed in the nursery with the little baby in my arms. Spain has always wanted a big family, but over the years I could never get pregnant so we gave up on that part of our lives and were able to focus on our relationship without any children.

"How's my darling and my baby, Preciosa?" Spain strolled in the nursery with a smile that reached his kind eyes.
"Wonderfully. Precious just ate, so she's happy now," I noted.
"Good."

My mate sat beside me in the chair, wrapped his arms around me and stared down at our child with eyes full of love and amazement, as if she was the most wonderful thing in the world.
Well. She is the most wonderful thing in the world.

Spain placed strategic kisses on my neck and face. Little, light kisses that showed love and affection, not lust and apathy. I melted into his hold. The kisses stopped and my mate nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck and mummbled, "You are the best thing to ever happen to me."

Warmth corsed through my body at the realization that this is my family I made with the love of my life.

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Taking a little break from Russia related stuff, but don't worry, I'm not discontinuing The Safe Haven.