Russian Empire

Amidst the chaos that was happening out the palace, the empire took the time to spend with his children, more specifically the youngest one, Emma. You were his pride and joy, he would boast about them to others, even claiming that he had no favorites. Sure, Soviet Union was his first child, but he was off on his own learning what was best for him.

Russian Empire smiled as he held his sword in his hand. He took long strides, each step echoing the room. “Well done, Воробушек.” He sheathed his sword before patting their head, he wasn’t very good with showing affection, but he, too, had improved on it.

“You may even be better than your stubborn brother.” He chuckled, gently patting their face. “But... I do have some unfortunate news that I wished you didn’t have to hear.” He looked away, seemingly disappointed in himself for what the words were going to come out.

“It has come to my attention that my ally wants us to arrange a marriage.” Russian Empire, raised his hand, gesturing you to not say a word.

“I have tried multiple times of declining this offer, but war isn’t something I wish to happen.” The smile on his face had been washed away, leaving a frown in its place.

“Воробушек, I had no other choice.” He placed a kiss on his child’s forehead, engulfing them in a hug. “You can hate me if that pleases you, but I will always love you.”

(Idk start how you want)