Russia's lonely house.
Title: Confidence
Rating: PG
Summery: Russia is lonely, and acts strangely when his sister comes to visit
This is a birth-day present for Dana, it sucks i know dont be mean to me >.<
The nation of Russia stared out his window. Thanks to America, his house was quieter than ever now, with only him living in it. Ukraine never visited, the Baltics had abandoned him, and Prussia had been freed. Even he had gone back to democracy after a while. If only If only Stalin hadn’t...but that was all in the past. Now no one cared what happened to the once great Bolshevik nation. No one that was except...
“NII-SAN!” the harsh voice of Belarus made the Russian scream and jump into his closet. He locked himself in and whimpered. Meanwhile his horrible sister ran her nails along the outside of the door. “NII-SAN! MARRY ME! MARRY ME!”
“P-please!” Russia shivered, “J-just go away...”
“MARRY ME! WE SHOULD GET MARRIED! MARRIED! MARRIED!” the door came off its hinges and she burst into the closet.
“Go away!” Russia huddled in the corner, “p-please!”
The harpy didn’t seem to notice his cowardly words. She came towards him. “Nii-san! Let’s become one!”
“P-please...” Russia held his arms out in case she decided to throw herself at him. “J-just leave!”
This time she heard him. She stopped in her crazed chant. “Y-you...want me to leave?” she looked hurt, the problem with Belarus was how incredibly beautiful she was-but Russia would not be fooled by the wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“Da,” He begged, “Please just leave!”
“Why?” She begged back, “Why won’t nii-san love me?” she looked close to her breaking point. Russia had never seen her quite so vulnerable.
“I-I...” he couldn’t admit that his own sister scared him to the very center of his being, “I...”
She stared at him sadly, and then left. Just like that The nation of Russia was left to stare at the spot his only tormentor had just stood. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, he’d never felt before.
At the next world meeting Russia decided to ask Lithuania about this feeling. The brown haired boy was seated next to that terrible Poland, “So, like anyway, I was totally talking to-“
“Russia!” Lithuania caught sight of his former master. Russia glared at Poland until he left, then turned to smile at his former ward. “I-is there so-something you want...s-sir?” It was so funny the way he squirmed just by looking at the man he had served all those years.
“I was wondering if Lithuania knew what to do for a stomach ache,” He said.
“Well...erm...what type of ache is it?” Lithuania avoided looking at him, he was shaking so much he could’ve been mistake for Latvia.
“It feels like ...all Russia’s muscles are loose..but in a bad way...da?” Russia complained but he was smiling.
“Russia,” Lithuania’s mouth fell open, “did you do something you feel...guilty about?”
“N-no...” Russia had heard about this “guilt” feeling, it was for lesser countries, un-Russian countries. “W-will Lithuania come visit me?” He decided that now was a good time to change the subject.
“Erm...” he stared at his papers for a moment, “Well... I’ve been busy lately... and I don’t think... Fe-Poland would like it so much...” Russia noticed how Lithuania almost used that blonde menace’s human name rather than his country name.
“But...” Russia looked away, “the house is..empty...da?”
“Look,” Lithuania stood up, his bottom lip quivering, “Russia I'm not part of your ‘union’ anymore! It’s time to move on!”
He went over to Poland, “Like, what was that all about?”
“He’s just lonely.”
“He should, like, totally leave you alone...”
“I don’t see why he doesn’t just go for Belarus...she doesn’t seem that bad...”
“You’re like, not crushing on her are you Liet?” Poland laughed, as they turned the corner.
Russia went back to his house-alone...again. Coming into the dark icy old mansion wasn’t any less depressing than it was before, but all he could think about was Lithuania and Poland, holding hands and giggling together. He made himself borsch and then dumped an entire bottle of pure vodka into the soup, his favorite ingredient. He was eating happily, when he heard nails scratching the door.
Maybe it was the vodka infused soup, or maybe it was the sight of the empty house, but something was off in Russia’s head because for once he didn’t run in fear at the thought of his white-haired sister. “Nii-san-”
“Pryvet sistra...” He said greeting her, “want some soup?”
She stared at her brother, “Is nii-san alright?”
“A-are you alright?” she whispered into the dark house.
“Why does sistra like me so much?” Ivan asked, for a moment.
“I-I,” She stared at him, “I love niisan...because...because...because...”
“You don’t know then da?” He sighed and ate some more borsch, “It’s really empty now, da?”
“I-I was hoping that,” Belarus sat at he table next to her brother carefully, “ if there were less people...then niisan and me could finally become one.”
Russia stared at his beautiful younger sister. She was so lovely, he’d always thought that. She was the only person who understood the fun of tormenting others, and the only one that hadn’t truly left him after that war with America. So why didn’t he like her again? Perhaps his fear had begun when she had pulled apart his doors and clawed at his house with cries of “become one.” Hadn’t he done the same once?
Before he could think, Ivan leaned forward and kissed his sister, for a moment he could feel the tension of surprise in her lips, but she wasn’t about to question this. She kissed back and soon she stood above him pulling off his scarf and unbuttoning his jacket. Then the last word he heard before his mind succumbed to the darkness of the now not-so-empty house was spoken.
“Nii-san”
Rating: PG
Summery: Russia is lonely, and acts strangely when his sister comes to visit
This is a birth-day present for Dana, it sucks i know dont be mean to me >.<
The nation of Russia stared out his window. Thanks to America, his house was quieter than ever now, with only him living in it. Ukraine never visited, the Baltics had abandoned him, and Prussia had been freed. Even he had gone back to democracy after a while. If only If only Stalin hadn’t...but that was all in the past. Now no one cared what happened to the once great Bolshevik nation. No one that was except...
“NII-SAN!” the harsh voice of Belarus made the Russian scream and jump into his closet. He locked himself in and whimpered. Meanwhile his horrible sister ran her nails along the outside of the door. “NII-SAN! MARRY ME! MARRY ME!”
“P-please!” Russia shivered, “J-just go away...”
“MARRY ME! WE SHOULD GET MARRIED! MARRIED! MARRIED!” the door came off its hinges and she burst into the closet.
“Go away!” Russia huddled in the corner, “p-please!”
The harpy didn’t seem to notice his cowardly words. She came towards him. “Nii-san! Let’s become one!”
“P-please...” Russia held his arms out in case she decided to throw herself at him. “J-just leave!”
This time she heard him. She stopped in her crazed chant. “Y-you...want me to leave?” she looked hurt, the problem with Belarus was how incredibly beautiful she was-but Russia would not be fooled by the wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“Da,” He begged, “Please just leave!”
“Why?” She begged back, “Why won’t nii-san love me?” she looked close to her breaking point. Russia had never seen her quite so vulnerable.
“I-I...” he couldn’t admit that his own sister scared him to the very center of his being, “I...”
She stared at him sadly, and then left. Just like that The nation of Russia was left to stare at the spot his only tormentor had just stood. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, he’d never felt before.
At the next world meeting Russia decided to ask Lithuania about this feeling. The brown haired boy was seated next to that terrible Poland, “So, like anyway, I was totally talking to-“
“Russia!” Lithuania caught sight of his former master. Russia glared at Poland until he left, then turned to smile at his former ward. “I-is there so-something you want...s-sir?” It was so funny the way he squirmed just by looking at the man he had served all those years.
“I was wondering if Lithuania knew what to do for a stomach ache,” He said.
“Well...erm...what type of ache is it?” Lithuania avoided looking at him, he was shaking so much he could’ve been mistake for Latvia.
“It feels like ...all Russia’s muscles are loose..but in a bad way...da?” Russia complained but he was smiling.
“Russia,” Lithuania’s mouth fell open, “did you do something you feel...guilty about?”
“N-no...” Russia had heard about this “guilt” feeling, it was for lesser countries, un-Russian countries. “W-will Lithuania come visit me?” He decided that now was a good time to change the subject.
“Erm...” he stared at his papers for a moment, “Well... I’ve been busy lately... and I don’t think... Fe-Poland would like it so much...” Russia noticed how Lithuania almost used that blonde menace’s human name rather than his country name.
“But...” Russia looked away, “the house is..empty...da?”
“Look,” Lithuania stood up, his bottom lip quivering, “Russia I'm not part of your ‘union’ anymore! It’s time to move on!”
He went over to Poland, “Like, what was that all about?”
“He’s just lonely.”
“He should, like, totally leave you alone...”
“I don’t see why he doesn’t just go for Belarus...she doesn’t seem that bad...”
“You’re like, not crushing on her are you Liet?” Poland laughed, as they turned the corner.
Russia went back to his house-alone...again. Coming into the dark icy old mansion wasn’t any less depressing than it was before, but all he could think about was Lithuania and Poland, holding hands and giggling together. He made himself borsch and then dumped an entire bottle of pure vodka into the soup, his favorite ingredient. He was eating happily, when he heard nails scratching the door.
Maybe it was the vodka infused soup, or maybe it was the sight of the empty house, but something was off in Russia’s head because for once he didn’t run in fear at the thought of his white-haired sister. “Nii-san-”
“Pryvet sistra...” He said greeting her, “want some soup?”
She stared at her brother, “Is nii-san alright?”
“A-are you alright?” she whispered into the dark house.
“Why does sistra like me so much?” Ivan asked, for a moment.
“I-I,” She stared at him, “I love niisan...because...because...because...”
“You don’t know then da?” He sighed and ate some more borsch, “It’s really empty now, da?”
“I-I was hoping that,” Belarus sat at he table next to her brother carefully, “ if there were less people...then niisan and me could finally become one.”
Russia stared at his beautiful younger sister. She was so lovely, he’d always thought that. She was the only person who understood the fun of tormenting others, and the only one that hadn’t truly left him after that war with America. So why didn’t he like her again? Perhaps his fear had begun when she had pulled apart his doors and clawed at his house with cries of “become one.” Hadn’t he done the same once?
Before he could think, Ivan leaned forward and kissed his sister, for a moment he could feel the tension of surprise in her lips, but she wasn’t about to question this. She kissed back and soon she stood above him pulling off his scarf and unbuttoning his jacket. Then the last word he heard before his mind succumbed to the darkness of the now not-so-empty house was spoken.
“Nii-san”