Aftermath Plans || Amerus / Rusame

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 // ❝𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑼𝑷❞

"I still can't believe you made Papa agree to us attending a party. His party!"

"Why are you surprised Dunya? He is his favorite."

"If you wouldn't act like a child all the time maybe he would consider loving you too."

"You-!!"

Ukraine raised her eyes to the ceiling and thought, here we go again.

𝑂𝑇𝑇𝐴𝑊𝐴, 𝑆𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐷𝐴𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅 25𝑇𝐻 1972

They had just arrived at the ballroom, for goodness' sake. Their father had left them to themselves.
Big mistake. Crucially big mistake. Ukraine knew it would be a mistake. She tried telling her father it was a mistake. But the only thing she heard in return?  'Handle your siblings won't you my sunflower?'
She hated how much of a power he had over her sometimes. The only thing she had done was nod, because what else could she have done? Disappoint her father by saying no when he had seen a potential inside her?
And now, just like she thought, Russia was going to tease Belarus until the poor girl got red like a tomato. Maybe she would even break a plate or two. They had to save face, especially in a place like this, and Ukraine had no doubts Russia knew this. He just simply wanted to try them both.

Russia was a wildcard. Truly. He was...weird at best and horrible at worst but Ukraine didn't really hold it against him. All of their life-as much as she can remember anyway- he was locked away behind his door. He was attacking the first person he saw whenever he was let out. She had been that person a few times, and had spent most of her years detesting and fearing him. She had to hold it in however, for their siblings' sake. So putting all the past aside, she tried to get closer to him. As much as she could anyway. She had to set an example for her siblings. Not to mention, as she grew older, Russia and his situation seemed more pathetic than scary. Ukraine knew this was no excuse for Russia's jerky behavior but she also knew how Soviet doted on him. On them-her Father had a tendency to want to keep them where he could see them or where he knew them. Ukraine didn't really blame him, especially with the current affairs of the world and Russia's disappearance way back then. But it did not make life easier or any fun when you had to be in the same location for decades. She was bored and felt like losing her mind, sure, but at least she wasn't locked in her room like Russia was for years. She wasn't alone, even when sometimes she wished she was. She had her siblings who kept her company and acted as her friends.
Russia? Russia had nothing but books, a bedroom that stayed the same for years and endless amounts of time.
So, she forced herself to try.
She was actually doing a decent job, Russia had lowered his guard down a little. Although Ukraine wondered if it was simply his favoring of her. Poor Belarus had gotten nothing but teasings in return. Ukraine had a feeling it was because of how close she was to Soviet, who Russia had started to clash with in the past few years.

"Why can't you be more like Ukraine?" Russia teased, pulling her attention back to him. He was looking out somewhere but when Ukraine tried to trace his eyes she found nothing. "Look, she's behaving perfectly. And yet you're trying your hardest to annoy me."

Belarus gasped angrily. "I am trying my hardest to annoy you-?!"

"Guys.." Ukraine sighed. "Please. We shouldn't pull attention."

"Right. We shouldn't pull attention. Bad Belarus bad!"

Ukraine had to forcefully hold Belarus from attacking their brother.

"Russia please." Ukraine sighed, Russia was still snickering. "I can feel myself aging."

Russia looked away for a second. Ukraine wondered if he was looking for someone. "Mm, maybe if she apologizes."