General x Child!Reader My real Dad!

It came as a shock to you to finally hear from your own mother that you are being given up to your father. Your REAL father. 

"Mommy? Why am I going to Russia?" (A/N): Yes you are going to Russia. And your father is named Richard. JUST TO LET YOU KNOW!

"I will tell you on your way over. But you have to promise me that you'll be a good little girl. And treat him just like you would me. Okay?" Your mother. A beautiful woman of the age 25 with, long, silk like hair. Tall around the height of 5'8/5'9 Give or take a few inches. She pulls you into a hug, tears running down her face as she wishes that she never agreed to this bet of her and your biological father.

5 years ago~

An infant sleeps in the arms of her mother as she stares over the balcony to look out over city. She wondered why she had agreed to marry that man in the first place. She really did. She wondered if it was alo- The sound of a creaking door sounds her out of her thoughts. A nineteen year old man walks in. He is found in a uniform of a general. 'At an age like that he's already a general.' He walks closer to his so called ''wife'' and motions to hold the new born baby. Reluctant, she hands him your small sleeping form. You squirm. Trying to get used to the cold of the pins and medals your father had. You open yours eyes to meet a cold color of green showing through while the other was covered by an eye patch on the left hand side. A small smile shocked his wife as though she had just met him all over again. she walks closer as he looks up and he gives another small smile. 'She's beautiful. Just like you sweetheart.' A kiss is placed on her lips as she takes back the girl in her arms. She was never ready to tell him. But she had to. ' Richard I need to tell you something.' 'Oh god what did I do now?' She chuckles at the face her husband make as returns back to worry and fright. 'I...I...' 'Yeeeees. What is it?' 'I.......I'm........ I'm MOVING BACK TO MY PARENTS!' She backs up as the face of her husband turns to the one on the battle field. Complete, pure, Murder.

'Why?.....Huh? WHY? WHY ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE ME? HUH? AMANDA!' Foot steps are heard as the eighteen year old woman makes a break for it. Running away hoping that she will be able to make it to her parents waiting outside. 'GET BACK HERE AMANDA! AND TELL ME! WHO IS GOING TO KEEP THE CHILD!?'  She stops. She never thought of that. All of the materials needed for you were located here. She turns back to face her hopefully now ex-husband. 'I shall make a deal with you, Richard. By the age of five she will be given to the parent that she is most likely of being better taken care of by.' Leaving it at that, she runs to the car outside the mansion. She looks back out the rear window on the car to she the cold hearted General on the ground. Left in tears. 

Now~

It turns out that you had grown more to that of your father than your mother. Your mother was heart broken. Richard would be the one to take care of you.
If You are asking how this was shown that you were more father than mother were of these examples:

1- You had grown to the liking of knives/swords just like your father.

2- You could have the face of your father when it came to you being angered at something or someone.

3- You had the love of bigger dogs than the one you had as a pet and wanted the exact dog that your father had.

In a few hours you would need to be taken to Russia, and to the man your mother absolutely hated. 

Hours later~

You and your mother stood in front of the large house. Your mother rang the door bell twice before being answered by a large quiet man.

'M-Miss Amanda!