Hoofbeats (RusAme)

Chapter 3 - Karen

(wip of my artwork above :3)

=Russia's POV=

That was a fucking disaster. 

"So, how did it start?" Ukraine, my younger brother came up to me.

"Mexico'z horrrze."

"I'm going to need a little bit more than that sir."

I sighed heavily, he doesn't like simple answers. He needs, quote, 'drama to fulfil his purpose in life.' "He rrrran out to Zanvi." 

"Aww. We could've had a foal next year.."

I snapped my head towards him, which quickly shut him up. "No ztallionz, no foalz."

"Alright, alright. You sound like a dad talking to their daughter."

Suddenly Belarus, my younger sister joined the conversation. "That's тата to me!"

"Zo it zhould be." 

"Stop being the over-protective, older brother! You're ruining the fun!" Belarus waved her hands around. 

I only hummed in response to her. She knows I won't change that. They also know that I have used up all my talking for the day. For the rest of the day it will be hums and nodding. папа's used to me being quiet. I got it from him anyways, he can't blame me when I share his DNA. 

Grabbing Sanvi's reins again, I started to walk away from my siblings. They'll follow. Eventually. папа couldn't drop us here, so he can't pick us up either. We rode here. It's only a 25min ride anyways. 

Stopping at the entrance of the festival, I peered behind me to witness Belarus and Ukraine holding ice creams in one hand while the other was leading their own horses. Belarus, out of the 5 of us, has the only stallion. The rest of us have mares. Lots of people say this when they see Sanvi with my папа's and Reich's horses. See, папа has a full black mare while Reich has a full white mare. Sanvi is black and white. I can see how people can get that idea but it just becomes annoying after some time. 

"We just need to finish this ice-cream before we head off, Rus." 

I huffed in annoyance. I'm not a fan of that nickname. And Ukraine knows that.

Once they finished, which felt like an entirety to me, we mounted our horses and set off. It was all peaceful as we walked along a fence line next to a dirt road. Until...

"Lets race! Last one home has to muck out the stables!" Always a game with Ukraine...Both of my siblings set off at a fast gallop while I just continued walking. I'm not into all the shit my siblings do. But. Sanvi is a fast horse, surprising since she's a large breed. She can catch up quickly when I feel like it. I saw them about to turn to the corner and that's when I joined this race. 

Squeezing Sanvi's sides to get her to move. 

My siblings rounded the corner as I did a few seconds after, quickly catching up behind them. Sanvi sped up more, the perfect time to overtake them.

"Where did you come from!?" Ukraine shouted through the wind, confusion laced in his tone.

I just side glanced at him and smirked before I moved passed them. Patting Sanvi's neck in encouragement.

This went on until we arrived home.

+small timeskip+ 

"AWH, COME ON!" Ukraine lost. 

"What was the punishment you said? Let me think. It's on the top of my tongue." Belarus likes to be cocky with us. 

I eye rolled that my siblings childish behaviour as I let Sanvi into her paddock with the rest.