Repairing Our Relationship

9

Idk if this should be a chapter in the story or one of those things where the countries mess around.

If you're expecting a North and South Korea POV switch, sorry, dat ain't happening. This entire chapter (I guess) will be in Soviet's and Russia's POV. This is so you get to know a certain, I don't know, Soviet's favorite child and biggest country in the world?

Oof I'm stupid.

Sorry if I offend any Russians or anybody in particular... Especially the first thing that happens in this chapter.

Soviet Union POV

"Россия! У меня есть мороженое!" (Russia! I have ice cream!) I screamed as I cautiously entered the house.

Ukraine had called me earlier and told me that Russia was in one of his...uhm...moods. I had stopped by a nearby ice cream truck and got a vanilla ice cream sandwich, one of his favorites.

Russia was literally tearing up the house, and was working on wrecking the couch when I entered. He turned to me with a scowl on his face and I immediately showed him the sandwich.

"Calm down, Russia." I slowly made my way to Russia as he appeared to calm down. He was eyeing the ice cream sandwich and had gotten off the couch and just stood there.

I glanced to my left and saw Belarus, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Lithuania, and Estonia huddled in a corner staring at Russia with wide eyes. They looked at me and I motioned for them to go upstairs.

They silently crept to and up the stairs like I told them. I then turned back to Russia. He was bouncing up and down and groping for the ice cream sandwich, which I held over his head.

He started whining after a while. I shook the sandwich. "You can have it if you calm down and stop being a торнадо." (tornado)

Russia looked down at the ground. "Прости папа..." (I'm sorry, Dad)

I offered the sandwich to him and he gladly took it. I then sent him up to his room. I called the rest of my kids down, at least, the ones who are visiting right now.

"Estonia! Kazakhstan! Ukraine! Belarus! Lithuania! Come down and help me fix the house."

The five of them stumbled down the stairs, Belarus almost falling on her face when she reached the bottom.

"What do you need, әкем?" Kazakhstan asked. "What will we be doing?"

I motioned around the living room. "Take your pick."

The living room was a mess. The walls for splattered with liquids and foods from the kitchen and the couch's cushions foam was everywhere. The dining table was flipped upside down and the chairs littered the room in all sorts of angles, one was even split in two. The pictures that were hanging on the walls littered the floor.

Surprisingly, Russia left the TV and the desk it was on alone. But maybe he was going to do that when he finished with the couch.

"Like I said, take your pick. I'm dealing with the couch and the foam."

Time skip

It took us an hour and a half to completely fix the house. Russia had done a number to it. I even had to order a completely new computer since Russia wrecked the old one.

"Now that we're done with that," Belarus said and turned to the rest of us from her seat on the couch's new cushions. "what's for dinner?"

"Ka ji pasake?" (What did she say?) Lithuania asked.