The America/Hetalia one-shot book no one needed nor wanted

A request?

This is technically a request from woodsnstuff since we were talking about RusAme and well. We got to the topic of RusAme and Alaska and this idea was hatched. Also, for some reason, other states don't exist.
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Ivan Braginsky was hurrying to a small place in America. He was in a hurry and he hoped he wasn't too late. He reluctantly went to Russia for an important meeting when his boyfriend was pregnant with their son. He knew he shouldn't have left but Alfred insisted.  Alfred went into labor and he had to get to America as soon as possible.

He opened the door and saw his love sitting on the bed holding a small bundle wrapped in a soft purple and blue blanket Ivan had knitted during the pregnancy. Alfred looked tired but he was happily holding the bundle. He looked up and his blue eyes shimmered with tears.

"Vanya, you came just in time." Alfred whispers and Ivan's eyes widened. Ivan moves closer and Alfred places the bundle into his arms carefully. Ivan cradles the small baby as they had practiced. He had a small tuft of snowy white hair that was clearly like his own, those eyes opened and showed Alfred's blue eyes. Ivan started crying, the tears coming out heavily. This little boy was so cute.

"He represents Alaska. I haven't given a human name yet, I wanted to wait for you." Alfred says softly

"Nikolai." Ivan chokes out gently rubbing the cute boys' face carefully. 

"Nikolai Jones-Braginsky, it's perfect," Alfred whispers with a small smile.

"He's perfect, your perfect. Everything's perfect." Ivan says 

So, how could've it gone so wrong?

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Russia, also known as Ivan Braginsky woke up from a pleasant dream. He sat up and reality hit him like a train. He and America had parted years ago because of their differences. Yet, neither had the guts to take Nikolai from the other. America had every right as the mother and yet every other week Nikolai stays with him.

He gets out of bed and decided it's time to make breakfast. He gets to work making blini as it was his son's favorite. A memory of America praising him flashed by and he shook it off. One dream about the American and he's everywhere. Though, he always was, not that you could get Ivan to confess. 

A small bundle of scarves came down the stairs. This, of course, was a sleepy Nikolai who had just woken up. His platinum blond hair was a bit messy, he had a cowlick simular to his mother but it was more angled than America's so it didn't totally go against gravity. His eyes were the exact same shade of blue as his mother's. He looked 13 physically and was wearing a black coat similar to his father's and stiff snow boots. He had on the treasured scarf that his father had made him. It was a bright blue that faded to purple. 

"Good morning little one," Ivan says happily as he serves breakfast.

"Thank you, papa!" Nikolai says and eats the food with similar enthusiasm to a certain American at mealtime. He may seem like a perfect clone of Russia from his outfit, hair color, and scary looks but he was also very much like his mother. He didn't want the others to fear him so he tried to be as nice as possible. Alf-America often hid his intelligence so the others didn't fear him. Nikolai was also a little ball of sunshine despite the fact his state was so cold. Everything that was like America and it made Ivan die a bit inside.

"What is Amerika teaching you? He is so immature and he isn't raising you properly. He is so annoying too, I don't know how you deal with him! Dumb Amerika! Why won't he shut that pretty mouth of his! I want to kiss him and shut him up! I hate him so much Him and his stupid blonde hair and blue eyes that shine beautifully in the sun. I hate him so much!." Ivan complains while Nikolai deadpans. This was not the first time Ivan has complained about Amerca. Actually, he complained whenever he could and somehow missed how he complimented America each and every time in someway.