Chapter 22: Баба Яга

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Thought's = '_'


Talking = "_"


Native American = {_}


An Action(Ex. Letting out a sigh) = *_*


P.O.V ???


The moon was covered casting darkness on the Earth below, the fog spun around forming a ghostly figure. It crept through the woods, silence following it's every step. It stopped at the edge of the woods looking at the two houses sitting in a clearing. It started forward to the closest house, the fog following and twisting around with it. It stopped at the door and after a small flash of light the door cracked open and it swept silently in. The door creaked closed behind it closing with a small click.


A small light in another room casted the shadowy figure in a dim light. It started to move slowly into the room but something quickly halted it, "BABA YAGA!!!" a small figure slammed into it. It let out a laugh and hugged the small figure, "Привет Пенсильвания!" "Hello, бабушка," Shádi'ááh greeted walking into the room.


"Ahh, Моя страна!!" she came over to me and gave me a hug, "How have you been," she questioned. "I've been doing good," I said, she let out a chuckle, "Realizing that taking care of children is harder than you thought?" I let out a whine, "How does Náhookos do it? I can barely keep you with them!!" Pennsylvania let out a giggle as she headed back to the main room. I threw my arms up, "See!! They're out to get me!" she chuckled, "They're not out to get you, маленький!" she started walking to the main room, "They just know how to push you around!!"


"Now I feel an angel wandering around here and I'm not talking about your states!" she walked into the main room, where Gabriel happened to be sitting with some of the other states. 'I wonder who would win if they got in a fight?' I thought for a second, 'Wait! Not in the house!! Náhookos will kill me!' I sprinted to the main room where they were now facing off. They stared each other down.


"...Ангел..."


"....Баба Яга...."


"Still up to your tricks?"


Gabriel smirked, "You know I am!" she narrowed her eyes then let out a laugh, "Good! We need something to hold this new country back so they don't take over the whole world!!" Gabriel turned to look at me, "And someone to make sure a certain personification doesn't get too overconfident!" She laughed, "No! We have Alfred for that!" she exclaimed in her heavy Russian accent. I grumbled, 'Náhookos doesn't keep me from getting overconfident! I'm confident. A good type of confident!' I looked over at the states, they shook their heads no. I looked at D.C. who mouthed the words, "He keeps you inline!"


'Ok....Maybe Náhookos does keep me inline some..' I felt a small pat on my arm and looked down, Ohio stood there. "It's ok dad!!" he said, some hope rose in me, "Acceptance is one of the first stages!!" and with that it died, as Ohio happily skipped away to go play with his siblings. 'Their trying to destroy me,' I reflected, as everyone laughed at me.

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