Oh my God. Here it is. The final chapter! :D Now I must tell you all, this actually isn't as long as it looks. It's about 12 pages on its own, but the part at the end does add some bulk. Anyway, I'll let you get to it! Damn, I'm gonna miss writing this story... ;_;

Dauntlessofthesea - Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! :D

Morlana - Thank you! Hope you enjoy this next one~

Gabyakiko - Drunk Yuuri is so precious... Protect him.

Brackenfern – Aw man, I wish I knew more about hockey so I could answer all your questions! xD I'd love to hear about any headcanons you might have though. :)

goctyudicbdkvhb175749674 – Oh gosh, I remember that... Staying up way into the morning reading fanfics on a school night... Thanks for the feedback!

Lashayluv - Me neither! I'm gonna miss it. ;_;

Daddy Victor – Oh my gosh, thanks for all the reviews! XD

blood as soft as silk - A lot of people are saying that that was their fave. Drunk Yuuri is a crowd pleaser! lmao

(Oh! One last thing... HAPPY YURIO'S BIRTHDAY! lol)

Return to Urussia

The sunlight was not a welcome visitor in Yuuri's bedroom the next morning. The blinding light felt like it was piercing his eyelids mercilessly as he laid there in bed, all achy and tired after the previous night. Yuuri had only scattered memories of what had happened, but Eclipse's recording brought him up to speed fairly quickly. He couldn't believe he'd publicly embarrassed himself yet again and what was worse was that he didn't even confess like he'd wanted to. But, it was somehow all worth it to see Victor return to his old self again. He'd convinced Oksana to let him take over caring for Yuuri and even Alexei had come to visit a few times with bottles of Gatorade and other hangover remedies. The Japanese skater had been stuck in bed for most of the day, but he did make a point to go to breakfast even if he didn't eat anything. After all, that was the last breakfast he would have with the Nikiforovs for a while and he certainly didn't want to miss it. Even Yuri and Otabek, who decided the night before the ditch their hotel room in favour of staying at the inn for a while, were able to join them.

Currently, it was just before lunchtime and Victor was busy at work in the kitchen. He's been in there for a few hours cutting up beef and chopping vegetables and stirring things in pots. His family had brought beetroots from Vladimir's garden back home for the Katsukis to enjoy and he was about to use them. A deep savoury scent filled the air as Victor worked, and Yuri watched from a stool at the kitchen island, his elbow on the counter and hand cradling his chin.

"So what happened to that Ilya douche bag?" Yuri asked casually, slipping easily into his native Russian.

Victor sighed. "Toshiya's been talking to the police about what happened. Apparently, Ilya's going to get a fine, but since he has so much money already, it's really just a slap on the wrist to be honest..."

Yuri scrunched his face in anger and plucked a particularly ruby-coloured apple up from a nearby glass bowl of fruit. "That's bullshit."

"Yeah," Victor agreed. "But really, I'd just be happy if he never came near either Yuuri or me again. I think that the best thing to do right now is to just forget about him. He would love it if I carried anger against him for the rest of my life, kept on coming back for more... In a a way, I guess I would still be under his spell."

Yuri's blond eyebrows furrowed. He didn't understand that line of reasoning at all. If this whole thing had happened to him, he'd have gladly kicked Ilya's ass on sight the second he saw him next, but he supposed that Victor knew his ex's thought process better than he did. "Y'know, I think I remember that guy..."

"Hm?"

"He used to pick you up after practice, right?" asked Yuri, taking a bite from his apple. Emerald green eyes narrowed at the memory. "I remember seeing him. He looked like a douche bag back then too with his damned red Lambourghini..."

Victor chuckled over his stew. "I only wish I could have seen him with your eyes back then."

The Russian teen shifted slightly in his seat, not wanting to admit that he felt terribly for the way things had turned out, but unable to explain his extreme disdain for Ilya otherwise. He wanted to say something to make Victor feel better about his past misjudgement of the man, but unable to accept that he actually cared that much for his former rinkmate, Yuri convinced himself that he only wanted to ease the tension that suddenly hung in the air like a fog.

"Well, you know. You're the kind of person who just like... I dunno, wants to see the good in people. That's not bad, I guess. There are just shitty people out there and they don't think about seeing the good in others or anything like that. They're just... different. And that's hard for decent people to understand."

Victor smiled over his shoulder, turning off the stove and wiping his hands on his apron. "So, I guess what you're saying is that I'm a decent person?"

Yurio blinked before he noticed the older man grinning at him and scoffed, cheeks acquiring a slight pinkish colour. He turned his gaze toward the wall then and grumbled, "Oh, whatever... The point is, you're beating yourself up about it and that's pointless, okay? ... Now quit grinning at me."

The platinum blond turned back to the bowl of the fragrant soup he was pouring as he topped the mixture off with a bit of sour cream before sprinkling chopped chives on top. He then reached for one of the reheated pirozhki from the oven – something Yurio himself had concocted on a whim the night before to help take his mind off of the antics which occurred earlier. "You don't mind if I take some, do you?"

The teen didn't even look at him. "Yeah, whatever."

"Thanks!" Victor chirped and placed baked side on the tray beside the bowl of red soup, a hard-boiled egg and a glass of cold water. He picked up the tray with both hands and as he passed the teenage boy, Victor didn't even have to look back over his shoulder to notice Yurio eyeing the pot longingly. Victor smiled to himself as he continued on his way. "Help yourself, Yurio."

"'Kay, thanks," Yuri replied, nonchalantly, pretending to be more interested in something on his cellphone. Then, when Victor was finally out of sight and earshot, the teen looked about to make sure the coast was clear and then quickly slid off of his stool and over to the stove toward the piping hot stew. Everybody back at the skating rink in St. Petersburg knew that when Victor was making his father's borscht, you had to get your hands on it quick before it was gone, and with Yurio's own pirozhki which were just like his grandfather's recipe, it was a combination that couldn't be beat.

Yuri was almost there. He'd just fetched a bowl and a spoon from the dishwasher. They didn't have any of the runny Russian sour cream, smetana, which he was used to, but Victor apparently thought it was a good enough substitute. Yurio held the ladle delicately in his hand, but he was no longer alone.

"... Is that Vitya's borscht?"

Yurio supressed a surprised jump to turn around and see Ivanna peaking in, her excited eyes targeting the pot on the stove. "Vitya makes the best borscht...!"

"Vitya made borscht?" asked another booming voice before Sergei skipped into view.

"'Victor's borscht'?" Yurio repeated. "I thought it was Mr. Nikiforov's recipe..."

"It was," said Vladimir as he hobbled in, cane in hand. "But Vitya like to improvise ingredients. Now, it seems he has his own way."

"Mmm, what is that?" asked Mari as she suddenly appeared in the doorway just behind the old man, sniffing the air a if drawn to the place by the savoury fragrance of beetroot. Before Yurio knew it, he was surrounded not only by both families bustling about to get a bowl of the delicious soup, but even Otabek came out from wherever he was hiding, already sipping at the red liquid and looking pleased with the taste when Yuri found him. So much for secretly eating a bowl on his own, Yuri sighed, as he took a few of his pirozhki from the oven.

Meanwhile, Victor had already made his way to his boyfriend's bedroom and opened the door after knocking. Inside, Yuuri groaned as he forced his body up from the bed, his stomach knotting itself in hunger, but he seemed to perk up a little bit as the pleasant but unfamiliar smell of the borscht filled the air.

"How are you feeling?" asked Victor, tray in hands.

Yuuri was happy to see Victor of course, but he had to admit that the food he brought was what was really catching his attention. Although Yuuri's aches and pains remained, his nausea had thankfully subsided and now, all that was left was this gnawing hunger in the pit of his gut. "I'm okay. A little sore though... What's what?"

Victor smiled as he set up the tray on the bed, taking a seat at the foot of the bed before carefully laying the tray on its legs between himself and his rising lover. "When Papa retired from playing hockey, he found it difficult to adjust to life with his injury. He wasn't able to do a lot of the things he was used to, so he had to find other things that he could do. In the end, he found out that he loved gardening and cooking the things that he grew. Every Sunday after Mass, we'd come home and he would use the beetroots from his garden to make us borscht for lunch," Victor smiled at the memory, feeling very nostalgic. "He still makes it for Mama and some of their friends from church to this day. He's so proud of it, too! Everyone in our neighbourhood back home says his borscht is the best. But anyway, Papa taught me how to make it when I was a child. I added and changed a few things here and there, but Papa brought some of his beets from home," the platinum blond shrugged then. "Borscht always makes me feel a little better. I thought maybe it would help."

Yuuri looked then from Victor to the red liquid with a spot of white in the centre, a soft steam wafting off of it temptingly. It sure looked and smelled tasty so with a smile, he pulled the tray over his legs and took a bit of the soup in the spoon, blowing it off before he could place it into his mouth. The warmth of the soup was complimented well by the sweet and sour taste of it and it sent a pleasant tingle throughout Yuuri's body, the ghost of a nostaliga he had only just been acquainted with seeming to welcome him to glimpse at Victor's childhood.

"Vakusno!" Yuuri chirped happily, his slightly off pronunciation of 'vkusno' causing a grin to tug at Victor's lips.

"It's good?" Victor asked.

"It's amazing," said Yuuri, eating a little more.

"Glad you like it! I wasn't entirely sure how it would be without the smetana and we didn't have as much meat left as I thought we did..."

"Even so, it's perfect," the dark haired man assured the platinum blond. "I didn't know you could cook so well!"

Victor shrugged sheepishly. "Honestly, that borscht is one of the only things I actually know how to make. But I'll learn. I'll need to if we're ever going to move in together."

Yuuri had to admit that he'd almost forgotten about their hunt for an apartment with all of the excitement of the past little while. He wondered briefly what that would be like; the two of them waking up early to walk Makkachin, eating breakfast without the rest of his family there, training at the rink, cooking for each other so they could eat again, sleeping in a bigger bed... It shouldn't have been a scary thought after having travelled the globe with Victor, but something about it seemed so wonderfully close to marriage that it gave him a pleasant sort of anxiety. Maybe, he thought, when their lives weren't as chaotic, maybe he would ask Victor to marry him someday... Yuuri's cheeks warmed at the idea and his eyes wandered toward the gold ring on his finger as Victor went about gathering garbage from his nightstand to be taken to the kitchen.

"Do you need another painkiller?" asked Victor, taking the old glass which used to be full of water in one hand.

"No, I think I'm good."

"And you're not nauseous anymore, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then," satisfied, Victor headed toward the door and looked back at his boyfriend over his shoulder. "Text me if you need anything, okay sweetheart?"

"Yeah..."

With that, the platinum blond was about to leave, but something told Yuuri he had to stop him.

"Vicchan?"

The other man stopped and turned around again. "Yes, Yuuri?"

There was a pause, the air between them pregnant with anticipation. This wasn't anything extravagant – it wasn't a fancy restaurant with a stage, it wasn't the picturesque Hasetsu Beach where Victor had first admitted his feelings so long ago, but Yuuri's heart was overflowing just the same and it was showing in the expression on his face.

"Victor... I love you."

The Russian man froze in place, just staring back at Yuuri with the same slightly confused expression as when the other man had first called out to him. Yuuri continued, his nerves now creeping up behind him a little bit, but he carried on nonetheless. "That's, um... That's what I wanted to say yesterday until, well, until everything happened... I... I love you and I really look forward to spending my life with you."

The room was silent. Victor's expression had softened but remained unreadable. Yuuri twitched. Had he done something wrong? What was happening? Then he stiffened a little when he noticed a small crystalline tear run down the length of Victor's face, his silvery eyebrows slowly coming together. Oh God! Yuuri thought. I... I made him cry! Again! "V-Vicchan...?"

Suddenly, Victor was no longer at the door. Everything he'd been holding lay abandoned on the floor now and Yuuri found himself nearly knocked backwards as the Russian man wrapped him tightly in his arms, face now buried in his shoulder. Yuuri paused. He could hear Victor sobbing softly. He could feel his body shaking. All Yuuri could think of was to slowly drape his arms over Victor's back, a perplexed look on his face. Had he really done something wrong? "V-Vicchan, I'm sorry, I...!"

"Yuuri!" Victor said in a trembling voice. He pulled back then to reveal that even though his blue eyes were full of tears, he was smiling. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that!"

What a relief, Yuuri thought, his body growing less tense as he smiled warmly at his shaking boyfriend. He really thought he'd hurt Victor in some way, but what he thought to be sadness were only tears of joy. "I'm just sorry it took so long."

Victor shook his head and pushed his forehead affectionately against Yuuri's. "I would have waited an eternity."

At that, Yuuri giggled a little causing them both to laugh despite themselves. Somewhere along the line, the laughter turned into Yuuri giving Victor an affectionate little peck on the lips which Victor of course couldn't help but return. They were smiling and deepening their kisses and suddenly, Yuuri felt himself slipping back into that pleasant little world where only the two of them existed. They were in absolute nirvana until a sound behind Victor's back caught their attention.

"Oi, Victor!" called Yurio, coming up the hallway with an empty bowl of borscht in one hand. "We're out of borscht. Make us some mo-"

The couple turned their heads toward the teenager, lips separating with a wet pop. It took Yurio all of 0.2 seconds to realize what he'd just interrupted and so he immediately turned on his heel and headed back from where he came. "Good bye," he muttered, a slow flush developing across his pale face. Had he the peace of mind at the time, he might have chewed them up for making out with the door wide open, but Yurio just wanted to leave fast and didn't have the time to think of that.

Victor leaped up, his huge heart-shaped grin contradicting the lingering red glossiness of his eyes. "Yurio!" he called out, arms above his head as he ran to catch up. "Yuuri said he loves me!"

"I don't care," the teenager growled, shuffling faster to get away from him, but the platinum blond was skipping and pirouetting very close behind.

Yuuri watched sheepishly as the two of them disappeared from sight like an excited older sibling and the younger sibling who wanted nothing to do with it. A little laugh escaped his throat as Yuuri remembered Sergei's words from the night before.

"Then, well, the confession sort of just slipped out when she was giving me medicine. I guess I couldn't hold it in any longer."

His gaze returned to the meal on his tray. It wasn't medicine exactly, but it was something Victor had given him to make him feel better and just like the giant had said, Yuuri's love ended up overflowing as the love of his life was caring for him. I wonder what Sergei will say when he hears this? Yuuri wondered, polishing off his soup before moving on to the Russian dumpling at the side, but a heavy rumbling coming from down the hall stole his attention.

"YUURAAA~!" bellowed Sergei's deep, loud voice as he scampered toward the much tinier man. "YOU DID IT! YOU CONFESSED! YOU CONFESSED!" Yuuri could only scream and bunch himself up into a ball as the titan ran in and nearly glomped him to death.

It felt like only minutes before the party was piling into multiple taxis and making the hour-long trek toward the airport in Fukuoka. The entire ordeal was a little surreal to Yuuri. At the beginning of the week, he and his family feared the Nikiforovs. Now, they were each a tearful mess at the thought of them going back home to Europe. Victor was especially teary, just holding his brothers and sisters and both his sisters-in-law for extended periods and muttering in Russian about how he would come and visit. Otabek and Yuri, who were going to be staying at Yu-Topia Katsuki for the rest of their vacation, stood back as best their could, but Yuri especially could not avoid all of the hugs and pecks on the cheek as the Nikiforovs' plane landed, preparing to accept passengers as they stood in the terminal.

"Please come visit soon, Vitya!" Anastasia sobbed, her long thin arms nearly crushing her son's torso just like she did when she first arrived. This time, Vladimir was also there with his short stubby body only reaching just above Victor's hips, but he was squeezing the younger man just as much.

"Yes, I make borscht for you!" said Vladimir, his usually gruff voice much softer.

"I can't wait, Papa," Victor replied, his eyes getting glossy again as he embraced both his parents.

Yuuri looked around at the scene before him. Sergei had both Ivanna and Mari in each of his powerful arms, sobbing loudly like a toddler who'd just been told he may have no more candy, but even though this would have made Mari cringe just days ago, she had her face buried in his ample heaving chest instead. She was going to miss the big old lump.

Beside them, Oksana had Yuri above the ground as she hugged him, her cheek pressed against his while he flailed about like a cat who didn't want to take a bath. "And you'll come visit us too, right, Yurachka?" she asked, nuzzling against him like he wasn't kicking and screaming in her grip. "You'll bring your handsome friend too, right?"

"Woman, get off me!" Yuri screeched and Otabek blushed at being called handsome.

Eclipse was over with Hiroko, sobbing softly as the older woman held her as if she were her mother, and Yulia was saying her heartfelt good byes to Toshiya while holding his hands in hers. Makkachin weaved about the humans, receiving a pet on the head or a kiss or some other affectionate good bye wherever he could. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but he remained positive with his tail wagging behind him.

Yuuri smiled to himself. He really was going to miss them.

"Yuura!" someone called. The Japanese skater turned to see Alexei already running into him, catching him in an embrace before he could say anything. Eyes wide, Yuuri's hand absently found the blade of the other man's back. After a second, Alexei pulled away, but he still had his hands on Yuuri's shoulders. "Thank you so much for everything, Yuura... Just..." his eyes were a little glossy. "I just... Thank you."

"Thank you for coming," Yuuri replied happily. Although it took him the longest to get close to Alexei, he was really going to miss him. "I'm really going to miss you guys."

"We'll miss you too!" Suddenly, both men were floating off the ground in Sergei's massive, teary embrace, Yuuri and Alexei yelping somewhat as they were swept up. "Please come and visit us, guys!"

"W-we'll keep... keep in touch!" Yuuri struggled, trying to breathe while being squished nearly to death, his legs dangling above the ground.

"For Christ's sake, Sergei!" Alexei managed to squeeze out, kicking his legs slightly. "You'll suffocate us both!"

As if struck with realization, Sergei quickly and gently put both men back on their feet, the two finally able to breathe properly. "Oh, haha," he chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Yuura," suddenly, Anastasia and Vladimir had appeared from behind the giant, the two smiling warmly. The old woman stepped forward to embrace the young man and place a quick peck upon his cheek. "Thank you so much for being there for Vitya. It's so hard when he's far away, but I'm glad to know he'll be okay with you here."

"Do not become stranger," said Vladimir as his wife pulled away, pulling Yuuri into a hug himself.

"Oh! One last thing..." came yet another voice. This time, it was Yulia. The small crowd parted as she made her way over to the Japanese man and dipped her index and middle fingers into something at her side. Before Yuuri knew it, she was touching his forehead with the familiar smelling oil.

Nearby, Ivanna raised an eyebrow. "Sesame oil?"

Yulia opened one eye to look at her sister playfully. "I've blessed it, so it's fine."

A grin made its way across Yuuri's face while Victor nearly burst out laughing from his place beside his beloved dog. No one other than the three seemed to understand the significance of the action, but it was alright. Everyone continued to exchange good byes and it seemed like it was far too early when the announcement to board the plane finally came over the speakers.

"Call us as soon as you land!" said Hiroko to Anastasia.

"Yes, of course," the older woman replied.

"Vitya, let's plan for the next reunion as soon as I get back to Ukraine!" hollered Sergei, walking backwards with his luggage.

"Yeah! Bring Dmitri this time!" Victor yelled back, waving good bye.

"Mari!" called Oksana, making a 'call me' motion with her thumb and forefinger. "When we get back!"

"I'll let you know how things go with the guy next door!" shouted Ivanna. Mari was waving back at them with both arms.

"We be seeing you again!" said Vladimir from beside Eclipse.

And with that, the family turned a corner and they were gone.

"Bye, everyone! Take care!" shouted Victor after them even though he couldn't see them anymore. When his blue eyes looked like he might tear up again, Yuuri slipped an arm around his waist and pulled the older man closer. Victor's head ended up resting against Yuuri's shoulder as he kept on staring down the hall where he'd last seen his large family. Makkachin nuzzled his furry head against his owner's thigh to comfort him and the Katsukis stepped closer to the couple to offer their own silent support. Victor, Makkachin, Yurio, Otabek and the Katsuki family spent another hour at the airport so they could watch the plane as it finally took off. Victor stood at the window and followed its progression with his eyes, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he could see those lovably Annoying Aliens again. Yuuri was beside him the whole time. He didn't want for Victor to feel alone at all seeing the people he grew up with leave once again.

"You okay?" Yuuri asked slowly, the air plane now a mere speck against the dark blue sky.

Victor smiled and nodded. "Yeah," then he turned to the rest of the family. "Let's go home."

One year and a few months later, Yuuri stepped out of a taxi cap to help his father take their luggage out of the trunk while Victor paid the driver. He looked around him and almost couldn't believe how warm Moscow could be in the summer. As Mari took her bags and headed up the steps to the front door with Makkachin, she could already hear the loud chatter from within the old brick house Victor had grown up in.

"Sounds like the gang's all here, eh Makka?" she asked, looking down at the poodle while the rest of her party was half way up the stairs. The dog only stared up at her, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Finally making his way up to the door, Victor bounced slightly at the doorstep. "They're all inside now!"

"Well, Vicchan, what are you waiting for?" Toshiya asked with playful impatience. "Ring the bell already!"

The old doorbell rang and suddenly, the chaos inside seemed to quiet down. Yuuri waited for a second, the anticipation growing as the family stood in place. Slowly, the large wooden door opened and Alexei, with his puffy white hair that had grown long enough for him to braid behind his head, appeared through the crack.

"Vitya! Yuura!" he greeted each of them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then he made his way past them to Hiroko, Toshiya, and Mari to greet them similarly. "So nice to see you all again!"

Yuuri was about to reply, but then three little voices and the sound of three sets of tiny feet came barelling toward them. "Dyadya Vitya!" the three children called and ran past their father and straight into Victor's arms, knocking their giggling uncle back on his butt as the children embraced him tightly. Yuuri smiled broadly while Makkachin joined in, licking Victor's face happily while the kids continued to chatter and crowd him.

"Moi milyye! Pozhaluysta!" said Alexei, trying to stop his daughters and son from glomping his brother, but Victor was too busy laughing with the children to notice.

"Privet, vy malen'kiye monstry!" he giggled. "Gde Dyadya Dima? I Babushka?"

"Babushka?" the oldest girl asked, her dark hair as puffy as her father's.

"Moya Babushka, ty glupaya devchonka," Victor grinned. "Babushka Papa. Deystvitel'no staraya Babushka."

"She's inside," Alexei laughed. "And you should all be inside too! Come in then!"

"Vitya," came the voice of a very old woman in the nearby living room as the Katsukis entered the old brick house built by Victor's ancestors many generations ago. A mischievous grin spread across the Russian man's face.

"You're in trouble now," warned Alexei, the corner of his mouth curling up as he locked the aged hatch on the door.

"Da, Babushka?" Victor put his arm around Yuuri's shoulders. He couldn't understand what his boyfriend was saying, but the young skater had an idea that he was about to meet a few more of the Nikiforov clan.

"Kto ty zvonish', ty staryy grubyy malen'kiy mal'chik?"

Rounding the corner, Yuuri in hand as Alexei helped Hiroko and Toshiya with their things, a tiny old Eastern European woman with her hair bound underneath a thin blue veil as she sat back in a long black dress and a comfortable looking straw chair. This was Babushka – Victor's last surviving grandparent from his father's side. Just like with Vladimir, Yuuri could already tell that she and Victor had the same sort of playfully antagonistic relationship that he'd seen at the ice rink so long ago. Beside her was a tall bespectacled young redhead, probably just about Victor's age, who seemed to be tending to her needs. When he lifted his rosy head and saw them, his face lit up immediately.

"Dima!" Victor said excitedly, taking the man in his arms while still grasping Yuuri's hand.

"Vitya! Long time, no see!" surprisingly, the ginger spoke English with something closer to a British accent rather than a Russian one. This must have been "cousin" Dmitri, who was really Victor's nephew by Sergei and Oksana, but the fact that he had been born only about a year or two after made it too awkward for him to call his father's youngest brother "uncle". Besides, they played together so much as children that they were a lot like real cousins anyway. Dmitri Nikiforov wasn't able to attend the first reunion due to his prior engagements in England where he was studying medicine.

When he was finished with Dmitri, Victor finally let go of Yuuri's hand to make his way over to the elderly woman. In the back, the chatter seemed to reach a crescendo as the rest of the family realized that the Katsukis were here. Yuuri's boyfriend bent at his hip to give his grandmother a hug.

"Privet, Babushka," he grinned.

"Ya dolzhen otshlepat' vas za etot grubyy rot," she said in faux anger that made Victor laugh after she'd pulled his face into her dry old hands and placed a kiss on each cheek. "Kakoy mal'chik moy syn podnyal?" the old Russian woman then looked past her grandson and directly at Yuuri, who was standing there waiting to be introduced. "A kto eto? Moy novyy zyat'?"

Victor pulled back, looking a little surprised while Dmitri snickered behind him. Yuuri looked a bit nervous now. Babushka only knew Russian, so she certainly wasn't trying to be rude by not addressing him, but it felt a little weird that he didn't know what was being said about him. Nonetheless, Yuuri wore the most pleasant smile he could muster in the face of uncertainty.

"Nu..." Victor seemed to explain, "My poka ne uvereny."

"Aaahh..." Babushka groaned dismissively. She didn't understand this generation's hesitance when it came to marriage. She and her sweetheart – God bless his soul – had already tied the knot long before they were Victor and Yuuri's ages and they certainly hadn't been living together unmarried for so long like they did.

Victor chuckled at her and then turned to Yuuri. "Yuuri, this is my beloved Babushka. Babushka, eto moy drug, Yuuri."

"Zdravstvuyte, Babushka," said Yuuri, using a polite greeting in his very minimal Russian as oppose to the casual one Victor just used. "Eto priyatno vstretit'sya s vami."

"Tak vezhlivy! Ne tak, kak ty, Vitya. Ya predpolagayu, chto on budet delat'," the old woman grinned then, her mouth forming a familiar heart-shape. "Mne nravitsya yego plotnyy zad."

Victor's eyes became as wide as saucers and even Dmitri looked disturbed. "Babushka!" the redhead exclaimed.

"Nu ya!" replied the old woman with a hearty laugh.

"Ehh, what did she say?" Yuuri asked Victor.

Victor turned a little bit pink and smiled sheepishly. "I'll tell you later..."

Yuuri pouted. He knew it couldn't be helped, but he didn't like not knowing what they were talking about. His boyfriend sighed and relented when he saw this look.

"She uh..." Victor started. "She likes your ass."

Now it was Yuuri's turn to be wide-eyed while Babushka continued to laugh. The Japanese skater didn't even have time to process what the old woman had said before the other Nikiforovs came bursting in to greet them.

"Vitya! Yuura!" the crowd of familiar faces chanted and soon, the two of them found themselves being passed from tight embrace to tight embrace as the Russians swarmed them.

"Yuura, we missed you!" Ivanna squealed, jumping up and down as she held him.

"Welcome to our home!" said Anastasia.

"Welcome back home, Vitya!" said gigantic Sergei, who was holding his brother far too tightly.

The three small children from before and two older twin sisters – Ivanna's daughters by a previous husband – swirled into the mixture of Nikiforovs and Katsukis, mostly just to cling to their Dyadya Vitya and Makkachin. As Yuuri found himself being slowly released from the storm of affection, he marvelled at the group and watched their interactions. Funny how Victor always credited Yuuri with giving him his life and love but now, from where Yuuri was standing, it seemed he'd walked into a lot of love just by being with Victor. He never would have met the Nikiforovs if not for Victor, never would have absorbed them into his own family as they absorbed his into theirs. It was hard to believe now how rocky things were when they all first met, but Yuuri couldn't be happier with how everything unfolded.

In Yuuri's head, he imagined how everyone would be at his and Victor's wedding (not that Yuuri had even popped the question yet, but he liked to fantasize)... And then, he noticed, he'd been surrounded by the little ones all at once, a bunch of large eyes on little faces staring up at him relentlessly. Yuuri yelped a bit when he first saw them, but then tried to regain his composure and put on a smile.

"Eh, hello!" he said, knowing that each of them had supposedly learned English in school. The children merely continued to gaze at him. Yuuri sweat a little bit and gave Victor a look that seemed to scream for help.

"Ah, kids!" Victor said, swooping in to save the day. "Remember what we were talking about over the phone? This is Dyadya Yuuri from Japan. He's my-"

"Are you dating my Dyadya?" asked the eldest of Alexei's children, the girl with the poofy dark hair who Yuuri remembered was named Svetlana.

"Oh, uh yes."

"Are you from Japan?" asked the middle boy – platinum blond Kaspar.

"Y-yes, I am."

"How serious is this relationship really?" asked both the blue-eyed twin girls – Nadia and Sonya, if memory serves, who couldn't have been more than only 10 years old.

"Huh?"

"Do dey have dogs in Japan?" chirped little Aldona, Alexei's youngest.

"Children, children!" Victor said, both hands up in front of him. "Dyadya Yuuri is feeling very jet-lagged, so why don't you ask him questions after dinner once he's settled, okay?"

As everyone piled into the dining room, Yulia helping Babushka out of her seat, Yuuri took Victor's hand and realized with some amusement that the Nikiforov family wasn't done surprising him with their outlandish antics just yet.

Translations

– Alexei's kids: "Dyadya Vitya!" – "Uncle Vitya!"

– Alexei: "Moi milyye! Pozhaluysta!" – "My darlings! Please!"

– Victor: "Privet, vy malen'kiye monstry! Gde Dyadya Dima? I Babushka?" – "Hello, my little monsters! Where's Uncle Dima? And Grandma?"

– Victor: "Moya Babushka, ty glupaya devchonka. Babushka Papa. Deystvitel'no staraya Babushka." – "My Grandma, you silly girl. Daddy's Grandma. The really old Grandma."

– Victor: "Da, Babushka?" – "Yes, Grandma?"

– Babushka: "Kto ty zvonish', ty staryy grubyy malen'kiy mal'chik?" – "Who are you calling old, you rude little boy?"

– Victor: "Privet, Babushka." – "Yo, Babushka."

– Babushka: "Ya dolzhen otshlepat' vas za etot grubyy rot." – "I should spank you for your rude mouth."

– Babushka: "Kakoy mal'chik moy syn podnyal?" – "What kind of boy has my son raised?"

– Babushka: "A kto eto? Moy novyy zyat'?" – "And who is that? My new son-in-law?"

– Victor: "Nu... My poka ne uvereny." – "Well... We're not sure yet."

– Victor: "Babushka, eto moy drug, Yuuri." – "Grandma, this is my boyfriend, Yuuri."

– Yuuri: "Zdravstvuyte, Babushka. Eto priyatno vstretit'sya s vami." – "Hello, Grandma. It's a pleasure to meet you."

– Babushka: "Tak vezhlivy! Ne tak, kak ty, Vitya. Ya predpolagayu, chto on budet delat'. Mne nravitsya yego plotnyy zad." – "So polite! Not like you, Vitya. I suppose he'll do fine. I like his tight ass."

– Babushka: "Nu ya!" – "Well I do!"

I just want to thank everyone who read this story, sent me feedback, and was just generally part of the journey in any way. It really has been quite a trip! This is my first finished fanfic ever (that's not a one-shot) and I'm happy that I was able to create something for all of you to enjoy! :D

Now, is this the end of Urussia Yatsura? Officially, yes, but that said, I do write one-shots whenever inspiration strikes and it's totally possible that the Annoying Aliens will appear in my writing again~! If you want to keep updated on that, follow both this and my one-shot collection, Victorious, because I'm still not sure if I'll upload bonus chapters here or there.

Thanks again for reading my story, everyone! I really had a lot of fun. :3

Answers to Questions No One Asked

So, here's where I thought I'd dump a bunch of information about my thoughts while writing, what I was going for, details I didn't end up having room for, etc.. Enjoy!

- Some of you might not remember this from the author's note in the first chapter, but this story was originally going to be a one-shot which I was going to add to my one-shot compilation story, Victorious, however, it started getting REALLY long, so I had to make it a story of its own.

- Originally, the only thing I had planned was up to about chapter 3. By then, I realized the story couldn't be a oneshot anymore, but then, I didn't know where to take it from there. When I started the story, however, the first season was still playing so I was able to take a lot of inspiration from that. Remembering people's questions about the ring Victor wore during the press conference at the beginning of the series, I decided to introduce the idea that he had been engaged to a man who was covertly abusive and Victor hadn't really realized just how unhappy he really was until he met Yuuri, who was able to make him feel this happiness he hadn't felt in a long time after knowing him for just one night.

- I used a lot of travel websites and even Google Maps while writing this story. LOL I realized fairly quickly that I had no idea what types of things the families could do in Kyushu. At first, I figured they could just hitch a bus ride to Tokyo, but I checked it out on Google and I realized that that really wasn't doable unless they were also going to be staying in Tokyo for the entire duration of their trip. ^^; So I had to find more local things for them to do. I had to actually get an idea of where Hasetsu could have been located (and since it's based off of a real town called Karatsu, I figured it was in the same place). That said, Hasetsu Kunchi is actually Karatsu Kunchi irl. :)

- Otabek and Yurio originally weren't going to make an appearance in the story, but when I had little snippets of Ilya tracking down Victor, some people started asking if it was Yurio! lol So I started thinking that Yurio might be a good red herring for a little while before Ilya's reveal, but I didn't want him to just be there alone, so Otabek got dragged into it too. And just to be honest, yes, I did want to imply a little Otayuri. lol

- Even though Yurio and Otabek weren't originally planned, the dinner was. After I had those two appear, I just figured I'd put them at the dinner too.

- If y'all want to know, Yuri and Otabek did see Ilya leaving at the airport as they were going back to Russia (and Otabek would later fly back to Kazakhstan). Otabek had to hold Yuri back because he was going to kick that man's ass on sight.

- I tried to have most of the music choices make sense. "Message in a Bottle", for example, I thought could kind of describe how both Victor and Yuuri are kind of feeling lost at that moment (Yuuri being humiliated and contemplating giving up, Victor being coerced into a huge life decision by an abusive fiance) but then they find each other and they're two lost people who suddenly don't feel so alone anymore... Plus, I have this headcanon that Yuuri loves ska music. LOL

- Someone had pointed out how "99 Red Balloons" didn't make much sense, and that's probably because I stuck it in their purely because it wouldn't leave my head! But I tried to balance it out later with Ilya's ringtone which was about war and battle. The Nikiforovs are peaceful so they're associated with an anti-war song and I wanted to hint at Ilya's eventual reveal as a violent person without being too direct about it.

- Pretty much immediately after hearing Nijikan Dake no Vacance and seeing the video for the first time, I decided that I had to use the song for a Victuuri fanfiction. I wasn't sure what, but I had to use it. I think that what really prompted that was the scene in the video where Hikaru and Ringo are hugging each other and it looks like the universe is revolving around them because I can totally picture that as Yuuri and Victor (perhaps a repeat of the reunion hug?).

- When I first thought about Victor's family, the very first thought that came to my mind was that given Victor's personality, these people HAVE to be just this group of weirdos who are somewhat oblivious to everyone elses' perceptions of them. I also knew that they had to be artists and athletes. I just wanted it to be really obvious how Victor could have descended from them. lol

- I was once asked to write some Victuuri smut and while I might like to do so in the future, I actually only started writing it very recently. lmao If you go to my profile, the only smut I have there is a Mystic Messenger oneshot. Night of the Annoying Aliens is the first time I ever wrote anything even close to gay smut. LOL Not that it's really that different from straight smut, but being a woman, I have no experience with male/male sex so I really don't even know where to start when it comes to like... anal sex or something. If anyone can direct me to some good Victuuri smut so I can "research", then that might be helpful!

- There are some family members who didn't quite make it into the story. I sorta smooshed them in at the end there. lol One such character is Dmitri, Sergei's son who is currently studying medicine in England. He's in his mid 20s and I imagine him to be kind of serious and very studious. Dmitri and Victor see themselves more as cousins than a nephew and an uncle because they're so close in age. They haven't seen each other in a while, but they talk on Skype. Dmitri's started to pick up a British accent because he's been there so long.

- You might have also noticed that Alexei and Eclipse have three children. Their names and ages are Svetlana (8), Kasper (7), and Aldona (4) and they're all staying with Eclipse's mom in Poland. :) Svetlana has a crush on her Dyadya Vitya and tells all her school friends that he's her uncle whenever he's on TV. They mostly speak Polish at home, but their Russian is good enough to communicate with their relatives.

- Ivanna's girls are both 12. They always ask tough, hard-hitting questions. Ivanna thinks they might go into journalism when they grow up.

- It's mentioned in the story that Ivanna was married and divorced three and a half times. Honestly, I didn't know what that meant either. I just thought that it added to the idea of her being eccentric. lmao However, I started thinking of her partners. I think that the first person was probably a conductor or a musician, but he was a man who was a lot older than her much like with Victor and Ilya. He wasn't exactly abusive like Ilya, but he did seem pretty paternal at times and thus didn't always respect Ivanna as an adult. The next husband was closer to her age, but he was kind of a fuckboy. He's the twins' father. Her last husband was a poet who was kind of pompous and thought a little too highly of himself and his intelligence. They had sort of a "spiritual" marriage (as in one not recognized by law), but it fell apart like the others. Ivanna still dates, but she's not exactly rushing to get into a relationship. Her twin daughters were staying with her father during the story while she was on vacation. The fuckboy husband is a cheater, but he's also a good father, so he and Ivanna are more friendly toward each other than they were.

- Yulia realized at a young age that she'd allowed a lot of her identity to be based on her twin brother – just following him around and doing whatever he was doing – so that's why she went on her journey to find herself. She's tried a lot of things: she lived almost a hippie lifestyle for a while, then she became quite involved in politics, then she joined a nudist colony, and then she finally settled down as a nun. Yulia's pretty happy with her recent life decision and believes she'll be Sister Julia for a long time, but she's constantly open to change and trying new things. Adopting new lifestyles doesn't bother her the way it does other people. She doesn't feel displaced or lost – she sees change as a natural part of personal growth.

"There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story." ― Frank Herbert