Before I knew it I was on a plane from Pennsylvania to LA. It was beautiful! Palm trees, big buildings, city lights! It was just a bit too loud for my liking and apparently Mr. Braginsky agreed. I gasped as I carried my only suitcase in to my new home. It was so big and inviting. I immediately started looking around.
In the living room there was a flat screen television with a Russian flag on one side and a German flag on the other with a fireplace underneath and a large recliner and a couch adjascent to it. The kitchen had a door between it and the living room as well as a window, of sorts, only without any glass. It also had a big steel fridge, a stove, a microwave, and a dishwasher. This was so different from the orphanage!
I moved on to the dining room to see a large oak table with four matching chairs and a crystal chandelier hanging above it as well as a staircase to the upstairs of the home. I grinned and ran up their to see a long hall. I entered the first door on my left to see a large bathroom. It had white paneling and floorboards along with a shower and bath with a plain black curtain. I went to the room across it which was locked so I assumed it may have been an office like Mrs. Barr's. I shrugged and moved on.
Next I saw a big door and opened it to see a large bedroom with a king size bed. The pillows had Russian flags and the sheets had German flags, another TV, and two brown dressers right next to eachother.
"Must have a lot of those nationalities in them..." I thought and skipped to another door. I opened it to see a nice size library and gasped, laughing and looking at it all.
I heard soft chuckling behind me and turned to see the taller man, um... Mr. Braginsky, I think... I smiled at him in awe.
"I can see you like reading, да?" He said and I nodded quickly.
"I love it!" I replied with a giggle.
He nodded and said, "I hope you find our home very welcoming~" I chuckled and ran off, unable to wait any more and got to another locked door and pouted a bit then ran to another door and opened it to see a plain white room with a plain white bed, a flat screen, and a white dresser.
"Is this m-my room?" I asked and turned to get a nod. "It's so big!" I laughed, jumping onto the bed softly and sinking into the covers with a soft yawn when my stomach growled loudly and I sat up.
"Fooood..." I mumbled and Mr. Braginsky chuckled, taking me down to the dining room.
JE LEEST
Living with... Nations? (Hetalia)
FanfictionWhat happens when a young girl runs away from her abusive parents, spends years in a poor orphanage, then gets adopted by Germany and Russia? I own nothing but my OCs! Also, TW for a possible eating disorder/self-harm.