War Child.

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3rd person pov:

No more than an hour later, the four eldest stood in a row while nervously exchanging glances.

Their father had forbid then from waking their siblings yet, everything silent, but the awkward shuffling of feet from the children and the reoccurring 'clink' of a spoon being stirred in tea.

"Ukraine, Uzbekistan. ."

The two addressed were immediately on alert as Soviet started, always using English to try and get the children accustomed to the language.

"Your grandfather is coming over today, so you need to work together."

Usually, people feel a sense of relief when news of a family member visiting is broken to them, but all the four could feel then was dread.

"Kazakh, since you've already cleaned outside, you can get on with cleaning inside, start with downstairs, and go up."

The youngest of the four had nodded, regretting waking an hour early entirely. Outside was easy to do because of being able to fly and see problems much more easily than above- but inside? God help him.

"Uzbek, i need you to make sure the rest of the childrens higene are tip-top clean and sort out clothes for them- And, Ukraine. i need you to set up activities for the younger ones. . not the normal, make it more fun and engaging."

Both nodded at the fairly easy task as they already looked after the children.

"As for you, Russia, there's a set of food I need you to cook, and as always, you can sort out the babies, make sure they don't fuss or act stupid."

The eldest had also nodded, all four starting of in different directions to start their day while Soviet went off for some shopping.

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Three bottles of bleach, a fire extinguisher, five back up curtains, eight tubs of yogurt, at least four combs, a whole batch of batter and almost all the couches slipcovers and had succumbed to the siblings chaos of being put so off task from their usual schedules, and panic from their grandfathers visit.

"ӨЗІҢІЗДІ ӨЛТІРІҢІЗ!" ("FUCKING KILL YOUSELF!")

Kaz screeched, crashing into Uzbek, knocking a few vases of shelves with his wings and breaking the coffee table in the process.

Latvia and Lithuania had taken it upon themselves to start fingerprinting the walls with a spilt bottle of washing up liquid from Moldova's antics- Who was currently emptying out bottles of any substance from the soaps cupboard and making some sort of slime like the three Yr old she was. (Thankfully, no soap has been eaten. Yet.)

Muffled wails, sobs and cries of horror had errupted from Georgia as her hands and legs were bound behind her back and too a chair as Turkmenistan and Tajikistan taped her mouth shut and tried to tickle her to death for throwing ice cold water on them to wake up.

One baby was willing to make Russ' life a living hell, screeching as if being kidnapped even though he was only trying to comb her hair- as if there wasn't enough to be stressed about.

Estonia's wailing started an chain reaction of crying babies- setting Russ back to square zero as Ukraine yelled from upstairs.

"НЕ ТАКО ВАЖКО ЗМОВЧИТИ ДИТИНУ! Я НЕ МОЖУ КОНЦЕНТРАЦІЯ!" ("ITS NOT THAT HARD TO MAKE A BABY SHUT UP! I CANT CONCERTANTE!")

"ВЫ МОЖЕТЕ ПОМОЧЬ ПОМОЧЬ РАЗМЕСТИТЬ СИТУАЦИЮ!"

Russ yelled back, only to be met with silence from the upstairs, his hand twitching in irritation as Kaz and Uzbek sped past him and crashing into the kitchen counter, further ruining the already disaster of what was supposed to be a perfect meal.