The blizzard blew on. If anyone were to look out their window, they would see nothing but, the snow following the howling wind. Like a white blanket covering the sun.
Russia, also known as Ivan Braginksy, paid no attention to the outside though. Snow was nothing unusual for his country and he had long lost interest in it. He was in his kitchen, cooking dinner for himself.
Just himself. Russia was all alone in his big house. He quietly stirred his pot, his usual childish smile on his face.
“Big brother!” Belarus, also called Natalya Arlovskaya, banged on his front door. “Big brother, open up!”
The Russian was already hiding under his table, hearing the scratching starting on the door from his younger sister. He was never completely alone. He still had his little sister, Belarus, who him loved a little too much. She still had her heart set on marrying him.
He glanced out his window, trying to block his sister out. The storm raged on. How could he make his little sister stay out in that?
The big man slowly crawled out from his hiding place.
“Big brother, I know you’re in there!” She called. “I have the perfect present for you!”
Raising an eyebrow, the Russian man approached his front door, opening it. “Cестра (sister), what--”
“I found us a child! Now we can become one!” She said, her smile a bit creepy as she stepped inside.
The male country glanced down at his sister’s arms, seeing a little girl, maybe about six, with only a thin jacket and jeans to keep her small body warm. She had (h/c) locks that covered her face. Her eyes were close, breathing calmly as she gripped her green teddy bear.
“Bela, did you…?” He really didn't want to hear that she kidnapped the poor girl.
“няма (no), I found her in my backyard. She can’t have a home already. Look at her.” The little yawned and snuggled closer to the Belorussian girl.
Getting a closer look, her older brother saw that she was right. The girl seemed homeless. Dirty face, ripped clothes. And why else would the girl be out in this weather?
Why caught his attention then was not how the girl looked, but how his sister looked at her. Belarus’ expression was softer than he had ever seen it.
“Lay the девочка (little girl) on the couch. I’ll get her a blanket, da.”
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Warm.
The first thing the girl noticed when she woke up was that she was warm. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her (e/c) eyes. Where was she? She looked around the room.
There was a lit fire place against the other wall. The was walls were wooden and the only other light on in the room was in the corner of the room. The room was mostly dark.
She crawled out from underneath the blanket and off the couch. Then she heard a scream and hid back under her blanket, hugging Mr. Froggy, her teddy bear, close.
“Someone’s in trouble.” She whispered to him. She listened to his pretend response.
“But this place is really scary! What if there’s monster here?” She listened more.
“You’re right!” She poked her head out of the blanket. “I’m a big girl and big girls aren't scared of monsters!”
The girl stood up and slowly approached the hallway. The whole house seemed to be dark. She turned then heard footsteps from the stairs.
“Marry me, marry me, marry me.” Chants followed the foot steps. The girl bolted into the next room. The kitchen, it seemed. She darted straight under the table. Through the darkness, she was able to see that she wasn't alone under there.
“What are we hiding from?” She whispered to the figure, who banged his head on the table in response.
The light flicker on. “Big brother~” A blonde woman said from the door way. “Not even the darkness can keep us apar--” She stopped, noticing the girl, who tilted her head.
“Monster?”
“достаточно близко (close enough…)” Russia murmured, but smiled at the girl. “Sleep well?”
The girl nodded, crawling over to the woman. Belarus’ creepy expression switched to a softer one once again. “Glad to see you’re ok, дачка (daughter).”
The girl just stared at her. “You two say a lot of funny words.” She told her.
Russia chuckled and crawled out of his hiding spot before standing next to the girl. “Is that so?” He cooed.
“Uh huh.” She went to look at him, having to look straight up to meet the man’s violet eyes. “Whoa, you’re tall…”
Belarus picked her up. “Better?” She asked. The girl giggled and nodded.
“Now, what’s you’re name?” Russia asked her.
She shook her head. “I can’t tell you. You’re a stranger.” She answered.
“Is that so?” He smiled. “How about we fix that, da?”
She blinked as he took her from his sister. “I am Ivan and this is my younger sister, Natalya.” He nodded towards her.
“Now you’re name, дзяўчына (girl)?” His sister chimed in.
“____.” She said then held up her teddy bear. “And this is Mr. Froggy.”
“Odd name for a bear.” Belarus remarked.
“I think it’s cute~,” Russia patted ____’s head. “Don’t you think, Natalya?”
She blushed. It wasn't often her brother spoke to her without fear or reluctance. “Yes…”
The looked to Mr. Froggy. “Huh?” She put him to her ear.
“What is it?” Russia raised his eyebrows.
“Mr. Froggy wants to know how we got here.” She stated, looking at both grown-ups.
“I found you, therefore you’re now our daughter!” Belarus told her.
“Bela…” Her brother whispered.
____ blinked. “Huh?”
