Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Sixteen

"So you couldn't tell her truth?" Russia asked.

"I could have, but Britain is here," France stated.

"And I could have, but France is here," Britain retorted.

"Then I will tell her when she comes down here," Russia confirmed.

"Please don't," Britain begged. "She's practically a child."

"She will learn about this later on, da?" Russia questioned.

"Later on, but not right now," Britain said. "Please, Russia. I'm not asking you to lie, just...to keep it a secret for a while."

"But by keeping secret, I am therefore lying, da?" Russia inquired.

"Just do it," France sighed, pointing to Britain. "No one can win an argument with zhis guy."

"Sorry," Russia grinned. "Cannot lie to little Kalda."

Russia started walking up the staircase, Britain and France running after him.

"No, no, no!" Britain angrily protested, pulling on Russia's scarf. "Don't you dare walk up these stairs, Russia!"

Russia got out of their grip, going into Kalda's room.

Kalda screamed as she instantly hit Russia on the head with a wooden stick, pushing him out of her room as Russia stumbled down the stairs.

Britain and France gasped, helping him stand up.

"What happened?" Britain wondered.

"I heard her scream," France glared. "What did you do to make her so upset?"

"She hit me real hard with wooden stick after I went into room," Russia grinned, feeling woozy.

"Come here," Britain sighed, the two of them leading Russia into the kitchen.

"Here's some water," France said, handing Russia a glass. "Zhis should help."

"More like just to quench your thirst," Britain replied. "Listen, Russia. You can't just walk into someone's room like that. What were you thinking?"

"No wonder why she hit you on zhe noggin!" France agreed. "Zhat is a violation of a woman's privacy!"

"Or anyone's, for that matter!" Britain chimed in.

Russia just kept smiling, nothing France and Britain were saying making any sense to him at that moment.

"You two are hilarious!" Russia laughed.

"Ugh," Britain groaned. "Nothing we say will process through his head until he gets better."

"Perhaps we should just leave him be," France suggested.

"I guess so," Britain agreed.

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"Sorry for hitting you on the head with the cool wooden stick that I had found outside earlier today," Kalda awkwardly apologized to Russia. "It's just an instinct, I guess."

"No problem, little Kalda," Russia said, softly ruffling her hair. "Was my fault for walking into room like that."

"Hey, my dudes!" America grinned as the front door slammed shut. "What's shaken, y'all?"

"Ugh, will you shut up?" China yelled back.

"Oh, look," Kalda grinned sarcastically, "it's the annoying and loud-mouthed American."