Please Remember Me

Chapter 2

Third P.O.V

It was early in the morning and Ukraine and Belarus were about to head to school. That was, before Russia held them back. "Come on Rus, we're going to be late!" Ukraine exclaimed.

Russia frowned as he held onto Ukraine's hand. "You two always go to school and it's lonely without you two, and dad is always busy!"

Ukraine and Belarus couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. They always took their time when it came to walking home since they were chatting with their friends along the way, without realising Russia was eagerly waiting for them.

USSR heard all the commotion from his room and came downstairs, a bit surprised to see Russia up this early. "What is going on?" He asked.

It didn't take him long to realise what happened with Ukraine and Belarus having their backpacks on, standing in front of the front door and Russia clinging onto Ukraine's hand.

USSR sighed and walked over to them, or more specifically, Russia. "Let go of your brother." He said, gentle yet firm. Russia reluctantly obliged, not wanting to upset his father since he(Russia) liked him a lot.

Belarus felt bad, seeing Russia's sad expression. "We'll come home earlier today, okay?" She told him as Ukraine nodded in agreement.

Russia's eyes lit up. "Really?" He asked. After his two siblings nodded, Russia broke into a smile. "I will hold you to that!" He said.

USSR P.O.V

After they waved and said their goodbyes, Russia just stood in front of the door. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

He turned to face me. "They said they would come home earlier, right?" He said. Uh... "They meant a few minutes earlier, not a few hours earlier, unfortunately." I told him and patted his head.

He frowned and mumbled a sad "oh..." in realisation. My heart sank when I saw how disappointed he was. I wanted him to be happy more than anything else.

An idea struck me. "How about we make a special something for when they come back? That will make them more eager to return, after all." I winked.

His eyes grew wide with curiosity. "It's something that is called... chicken kiev!" I exclaimed. He titled his head, "That sounds familiar. What is it?"

I smiled sadly. I remembered how much he loved it, finishing it within five minutes and always asking for another one. "A dish which I'm you will absolutely love." I told him as I walked over to the kitchen.

Russia was more curious and excited than ever. "Will I be able to help? Will it be fun? Will Ukraine and Belarus like it?" He asked all at once. "Yes, to all of those questions." I smirked.

I took out some butter, dill and parsley. "What are we going to do with that?" Russia asked me. "We're going to mix the parsley and dill with the butter after I cut them up." I told him.

"Can I help?" He asked excitedly. "You can help with the mixing after I cut the dill and parsley." I told him. I didn't want him to cut himself, after all.

I took out a knife and a cutting board and started cutting them up. Russia watched my every move as if it were some dramatic moment in an action movie. I let out a small chuckle when I saw how fascinated he was. Just like a child...

I put the butter and the chopped up parsley and dill into a bowl. I handed Russia the bowl and a fork, "Mix them together until the butter is a bit green. I'll go get the other ingredients while you're at it." I told him. "Okay!" He chirped and got right to work.

I got two chicken breasts from the fridge since one of them can make two chicken kievs. I then took a few eggs, poured some flour and some black bread crumbs into separate bowls. I'm pretty sure all of my kids prefer black to white bread.

When I was done settling those down, it seemed Russia was done as well. He showed his work to me. "Is it good?" He asked me. I nodded and smiled, "You're a great chef." I then took out cling wrap and wrapped the butter in it and put it in the fridge. We'll be needing that for later.

He smiled back at me before looking at the other ingredients I had laid down. "What's the next step, Папа?" He asked me.

He used to call me that when he was little, but I guess now he's forever young.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and answered him, "I'm going to pound the chicken using this," I said while taking out a pounder, "And you will help me crack the eggs and beat them. You can use the same fork you used to mix the butter." I continued.

He nodded in acknowledgement and got straight to work once again. He was pretty determined about this.

I wrapped the meat in cling wrap and began pounding it. I looked over at Russia while I did it. He spilled a bit of the egg, but it was still okay.

When we were both done, I took the butter that Russia made out of the fridge. I think we could do this step together. "Use the chicken to wrap the butter. Make sure there aren't any holes." I told him as I unwrapped both the chicken and butter.

He seemed so concentrated and determined. He might be able to make these by himself one day.

Long story short, we put them in flour, then into the egg and lastly into the bread crumbs and made two layer of that and put it into the oven. After cooking them for a minute or so, then into the oven.

Russia's face almost touched the oven as he watch the chicken kievs cook. "Would you rather do something else?" I asked him. He shook his head and continued watching.

I decided to clean up the kitchen while we waited. It was a bit of a mess, but I have made worse.

Actually, Ukraine and Belarus wouldn't be coming home anytime soon so I guess I could re-heat the chicken Kiev when they do. I placed the chicken kiev on the counter when they were done and headed into the living room with Russia following close behind me.

I was browsing the internet when I saw Russia staring at the clock. There was still a few hours left. "You can do something else while you're waiting. It will be quite a while until they come back, around 3pm." I told him. "Oh." He frowned.

He went to watch some TV, constantly turning his head to check the time every few minutes.

When it was finally 2:50pm, Russia exclaimed, "They're coming back soon!" I nodded in agreement and went to re-heat the chicken Kiev. I placed them on the dining table after that.

It was only a few minutes after 3pm when we heard knocking. Russia eagerly ran up to the door and opened it.

Ukraine immediately noticed the aroma that filled the air, "What did you cook?" He asked. "You will see!" Russia smiled as he dragged him and Belarus to the table.

Ukraine's jaw dropped and Belarus just stared, surprised. It had been a while since I made these for them. "Those look so good!" Belarus squealed. "And I helped!" Russia said.

I walked over to them, "So, how about we dig in?" I suggested. "Okay!" They all exclaimed at once.

Pure cringe :')