AN: I've been wanting to write this for awhile. I'm a little nervous about making Russia believable though, so please tell me if you think I'm keeping him in character.

Chapter One - Russia Gets a Baby

Russia wondered why it was always he who England would accidentally summon. And always at the most inconvenient times too. Like when he was punishing one of his disobedient children. Or was in a meeting with his Boss. Although sometimes it did have advantages, like providing an unexpected and appreciated escape from his little sister's tirades. One of the reasons he hadn't broken England or his house today. The fact that his bushy eyed comrade had vodka ready had also made him less inclined to beat the small man senseless. He'd had a surprisingly pleasant time when the English man instantly brought out vodka and had been suspiciously smiley despite his usual solemn demeanor. When Russia had mentioned it England had given him a happy smile, one Russia didn't think he'd ever seen on his constantly angry or annoyed face, and told Russia that nothing could ruin his day today. The English man never said why he was in such a good mood, but Russia supposed it had something to do with the sickly look he'd had the past eleven years which had somehow been replaced with a flush of health. Russia had tried to figure out what England had been keeping as a secret from the world that has caused such a change, but Russia's spies had found nothing leaving him with a mystery. They'd even parted ways cheerfully, though he thought England would regret the rather affectionate drunken hug he'd given Russia when he was sober.

Walking aimlessly through the streets in the middle of the night perhaps wasn't a good idea for a normal person, but Russia knew he could take anyone who would bother him. Besides he was not going home until Belarus's manic phase had passed, which would mean waiting at least three days. In England without being able to finish the work he had piling up. Russia sighed to himself wishing his sister was a little less obsessive. At least Lithuania would likely go do the paperwork when he was gone. The timid Baltic was useful like that. but either way he would need to find a place to stay during his surprise vacation and need to wire some money for his use. He would call in the morning, he had enough money on him to afford one night in one of England's hotels. In fact there was one in London that knew the secret of the countries and usual treated Russia with the right amount of respect. He'd go there then.

When the decision was made though Russia realized he didn't know where he even was. Blinking the large nation looked around the neighborhood he was walking in. All the houses looked the exact same. Spotting the street sign he realized he was at someplace called Privet Drive. Hm, he would need to ask for directions. Russia decided on Number Four and as he was walking to it he realized there was something on the front porch. When he got beside it he realized it was a blankets bundled around an infant. Was it the norm for England's people to leave babies on doorsteps? Russia vaguely remembered a movie he'd seen Ukraine watching, she'd been crying a lot while watching it, about a young unwed mother leaving her baby on the father's doorstep because she couldn't raise it. Perhaps this was a similar case. Either way it was none of Russia's business. He rang the doorbell.

There was a long moment of no noise so Russia kept ringing it until he heard the distant sounds of scuffling and cursing somewhere in the depths of the house. annoyed with how long it was taking Russia didn't bring his finger of the bell making the long ring hold out. Russia couldn't help but smile at the increase of volume of the curses. Finally the door was swung open to reveal a fat man with a large mustache and a thin blonde woman with a rather long neck, both still in their night clothes.

"Привет." (Hello.) Russia greeted as the man's eyes bugged out of his head.

"Foreigner." The man growled hastily putting himself between Russia and his horsey wife.

"Da," Russia agreed smiling wider. "I wish for directions to London."

Before the man could answer his wife looked down and screamed, grabbing onto her husband's arm and pointing frantically at the bundle next to Russia's feet. The man looked down and jumped back like it was a snake and not a child. The woman wore a similar expression. When the man looked back at Russia he appeared to swell up, which was rather impressive to Russia since the man looked like he would burst if he got any fatter.

"What is the meaning of this?" the man snarled pointing his fat fingers at the child. Russia blinked and examined the child critically, noting the letter it had clutched in it's hand.

"I do not now, comrade." Russia informed the very odd couple. Honestly who was afraid of infants? "It was here when I came, perhaps the letter will reveal something."

Quicker than Russia could blink the thin woman had grabbed the letter and ripped open the envelope to get to its contents. As she read she went exceedingly pale and gripped her husband as if she would faint.

"Vernon it's my sister's child. The letter's from them! Lily and James are dead! They want us to raise the boy!" the woman said looking horrified at the idea.

"No, Petunia I won't have one of them in my house. I won't have that child infecting Dudley with its freakish ways." Vernon snarled puffing up his mustache bristling. Petunia shook her head looking close to tears.

"The letter says we have to. Oh, Vernon they know where we live what do we do?" Petunia wailed. Vernon wrapped his arms around his wife looking grim.

"Don't worry Pet I'll fix it."

"My directions, da." Russia snapped annoyed at the odd family drama he was being forced to endure. The couple jumped as if forgetting his presence. Vernon looked downright murderous, but when Russia smiled his anger seemed quailed.

"Look you, I know you've been sent by those freaks to intimidate us into taking the boy." The man threw the child a look of repulsion that was seriously making Russia want to hurt someone. "But we refuse you take him." Without further warning The fat man grabbed the child, moving with surprising speed and agility despite his bulk and shoved the baby in Russia's stunned arms along with the letter. Vernon attempted to shut the door, but Russia's foot blocked it and his smile disappeared.

"Directions, now, da?" Russia growled darkly and with a squeak the man gave them shaking. Russia moved his foot and the door slammed in his face. the trip to London would be a short one it seemed. But now he had the problem of the infant he was saddled with. Looking down he realized the child was awake and looking at him with beautiful dark green eyes. Russia examined the child taking in the rest of his appearance. Messy black hair, a lightning bolt shaped wound that was already scaring, and those huge eyes. The boy, at least he knew its gender, was quite adorable and the messy hair remained him a bit of his daughter Moscow and his former daughter Alaska when she was little. though of course the child didn't have Russia's purple eyes like all Russia's children. Perhaps it would be alright to raise the boy? He wouldn't have to give the child away like he had with Alaska and he wouldn't need to burn him like hen Napoleon invaded and tried to take Moscow. His daughter still had the scars from the incident. This might be enjoyable even. what decided it was the baby wrapping a small finger around Russia's gloved hand and mumbling some nonsense baby noise. Tightening his grip, but not too tight, baby humans were more delicate than baby nations, Russia decided that yes this would be his son. Looking at the letter he found the boy's name and smiled.

"Harry Braginski." Russia said sounding it out. "Da, I quite like it."

Now to find a store with baby things and then a hotel. He would have to find a different one than he'd planned though. He didn't think England would feel to kindly about Russia taking one of his citizens. Even if they had been given to him.