WE ARE BACK!...Well, somewhat, considering little has been published here, at least, from me (Suki). One way or another, we're back with an RP-turned story.

This took a long time to do. Really. A LONG time. At first it was just for fun, ya know? Two friends Rping together was all. But, inevitably, as our USUK Rp had soon become a fic here, this one was soon to be as well. I (Suki) warn you though. This one is long, really long. In fact, it's really a story of it's own right, as yes, there is one hell of a plot. And yes, it does contain an OC of mine (Suki).

Here's a little background info to get you all started about her, just in case you get confused: She, Suki (and yes, that is her name; Suki Takio...I wasn't very creative with names when I made her, alright? XD) lived a (fairly) normal life with her family in the midwest, but as a young adult went to college to become a lawyers secretary. Over a course of several long and sometimes painful years of being tested over and over again, by a shadey agency that promised her a great job through the college system, she soon found herself working under Alfred F. Jones, or as we all know as Hetalia nerds: America. She takes notes, summarizes papers and other assorted documents going to and from him, and otherwise keeps everything organized, since he has a hard time with that (what a suprise...XD). If you want to see what she looks like, I have an old link to a picture, which you can find on my part of Momo and my profile. It's old, as I said, and I hope to be updating it very soon.

Another word of warning: There is heavy use of Russian within this entire fic. Though I do not provide translations for most of the words, as I want the reader to feel as Suki does entering this foreign country with little more knowledge of the language as she knows how to fly a spaceship, you can find adequate translations from Google. There is also a TON of cultural reference within as well, it's simply saterated with it, from natural habits, to ideals, food and even things as verbal ticks (EX: Russia's trademark 'Да (Da)?' remark).

Russia was played by Momo

Suki was played by Suki

We both really hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! Remember to always review, as they are utter love for both of us!

Chapter 1: What is this place?

(Что это за место?)

With a small shiver, the young girl frowned, pulling the coat tighter around her body. Huh, whoever said having body fat and layers of clothing could help keep out the cold must have been speaking of another kind, since she was freezing cold, almost loosing feeling in her hands and feet.

"Hey!" She screamed again, slamming her fist hard against the wood door to the entire estate. "Anybody home?" Jease, all that work having to plow through the snow just to deliver something Toris had left when he and Ivan had attended the last meeting. As much as she didn't want to, Alfred and his lazy ass pretty much forced her into doing it herself. No, can't deliver it he said, had to be given by person. It was just an excuse, the girl figured, whether to save money, or any possible wrath from Ivan, the odd man she had come to know from countless meetings of him shaking her bosses hand, she didn't know for sure.

"Да, кто там?" Russia asked, walking leisurely through his mansion. Whoever was at the door probably couldn't hear him, he was pretty far away from it, but he asked simply because he could. Once he reached his front door, which the occasional knock was still coming from, he looked outside through a large window. With a frown, he stated," Зимний пришел в начале этого года..." The whine in his voice was cut short as he let his eyes rest on the source of the knocking. She was short, but had a nice petite frame and red hair, cropped like сестра Ukraine's. Hmm, she looked cold.

The girl huffed to herself, hearing a voice, but nobody opening the door. The language was definitely one she wasn't very familiar with, and it was, duh, Russian, she figured. She was in Russia, after all. Not having the nimbleness in her frozen fingers, nor the will to bother, the girl simply continued to stand in front of the monstrous door, her ears being barraged with several more odd words. Luckily, the girl had managed to get up to there on only a small translation app on her smartphone, so she hoped this delivery could be swift and painless.

"...Excuse me? Could someone please open the door?" She called again, she biting her lip from the quickly chilling ache in her fingertips. She buried them deeper in her coat pockets, praying that they wouldn't have frostbite when things were all said and done.

Russia smiled and opened the door. "Ах, вы, очевидно, американские. Вы, наверное, не понимают русский язык. Почему вы здесь?" Seeing her baffled expression his smile seemed all the more sweet as he said," Если вы потратите гораздо больше времени, там, вы можете потерять палец или два. Это было бы трагично." He made no move to let her in, but merely smiled. After what must have been a minute he asked, "Хотите войти?" He knew the answer of course, she was shivering violently, but he asked for the sake of invitation.

The girl blinked, her eyes wide in apparent fright. She didn't understand a single word this tall man was even speaking. It was almost plainly obvious this man didn't know any English, or he would have spoken it, she not responding to any of his words with anything other than confused looks and a tilted head. Softly, she began to speak, burrowing deep into her mind for something that might help. Huh; she did know a little bit of German. Maybe that might help get her message across about the miscommunication occurring.

"Um, s-sorry," She started, voice soft and shy. "Kein Russisch sprechen..." She had no clue if the other would really understand it much, but it was a better chance than English.

"Ach, Sie sprechen Deutsch? Ich muss zugeben, ich bin überrascht. Die meisten Amerikaner nie lernen eine zweite Sprache. Obwohl Deutsch ist eine dumme Wahl, Russisch viel besser," He responded. Her German was terrible. She either had next to no knowledge of the language, or she was just that bad at it. She didn't even get the gutteral ch right, and said something closet to 'speken' as opposed to 'sprechen'. Oh well, her perplexed face made this enjoyable. It almost looked like she was in pain, she must be thinking too hard. He sunk lower into his scarf, fending off General Winter as a cold blast of wind came directly into the house. "...Er ist nicht freundlich zu sein in diesem Jahr. Coming so früh," Russia commented the frown once again taking over his (what little you could currently see of it) face.

Oh crap. She just made it worse; now he thought that she spoke German? Crap, crap, crap. She hardly knew any bit of that language either, save for one or two words, barely able to make a complete sentence.

"Lo siento, no hablo Ger-...Alloma-...Deu-..." She trailed off in her words, the young girl just trying to think of a way that might better her already dismal sittuation, which was quickly growing worse with each passing second. She groaned, feeling another particuarly strong gust of cold air against her back, the chilling wind whipping against her body, seeming to easily race through her coat. "Please, do you speak any English?" She almost begged, face filled with fear and utter confusion. "I have a package from Alfred to give to a man named 'Liet', or, Toris as my boss said he goes by. Does he live here?" Oh please, please please be the right house, she begged silently.

"Литве?" He asked surprised "Э-э, английский язык? Нет, я не говорю." Though what did she have for Lithuania? And why would America go through the effort to have someone deliver it by hand, and not through the mail? Russia thought about this for a few seconds then with a smile gestured for her to come in and said," Come in, Литва lives here, though he is out for a few days." She looked very cold... He would need her to feel better if she was to tell him about the package. Maybe a drink to take off the winter's edge? "Would you care for водка, Царское шампанское," Hmm she seemed like a light weight, he should probably offer something non-alcoholic," казахский чай? Горячий чай is nice after a cold walk."

Suki quickly took the opportunity, swiftly entering the home, her hands feeling so grateful to be out of that winter chill. She pulled them out of her coat and groaned when she realized how red and chapped they were, and then, with a polite smile, she turned back and nodded to the odd man, feeling so small under his violet gaze.

"A-anything is fine sir, I don't want to impose..." She said slowly, feeling even more intimidated by the man oddly when he had actually spoken the only language she really understands. She bit her lip lightly, eyes flickering from the ground, to his deep, piercing gaze, then back to the ground again. He was at least two heads taller than her, and looked far larger, that odd scarf covering most of his face from view, all except those eyes.

"You don't want your hands to be damaged, да? You should run them under cold water. Зима doesn't play nice, he will hurt you." He led her to the kitchen, pointing her to the faucet and prepping a bag of tea. "What does Америка send for Литва?" His curiosity was getting the better of him. She remained silent and he commented," Хм, она не так ярко." Using a second sink (he had three in this one room... the kitchen was rather big and lonely... so was most of the house...) to fill a pot with water to boil, he looked over at his guest, curious how she could know about the nations and be so... young? Incompetent? He wasn't quite sure what the word he was going for was.

With a slight nod of the head, the girl did as he had suggested, and slowly let the cold pouring water run over her skin. The pain was a little sharp, but leveled off after a few seconds of it.

"Oh, my boss sent me to deliver something that he had left at the last meeting of sort," She said, quickly taking her hands from the tap and drying them off on her coat. Oh well, they will dry...or freeze. With a sigh, she reached into one of her large pockets, bringing out a small palm-sized box, soon handing it off to the large Russian man with another polite nod of her head. "If I don't come off as rude, sir, may I know your name?" she asked with a tilt of her head, blue eyes blinking curiously. With a quick afterthought, not wanting to be seen as rude for forgetting something so simple, she added, "My name is Suki."

"Я Россия," He answered disinterestedly, his attention more centered on the box he took from her. "Привет, Сукй." He opened the box, curiosity finally winning. The small box contained a hair tie, colored white, blue, and red. Russia smiled and in a light happy voice said," Ahh, Литва is celebrating my flag!" It certainly couldn't be red, white, and blue. That thought made his smile deepen, with a small stream of "Коль кол кол кол."

The girl blinked, staring with a fearful curiosity at the man's sudden change in demenor. Taking a small step back in childish fear at his odd chanting mantra, she crossed her arms across her chest, her hands feeling less numb and painfilled. "S-sir, is everything alright...?" She asked slowly, wondering if she, or Литва, whoever that was, had done something wrong or out of place.

"So Аме- Америка wants Литва to have this?" Russia asked, his voice maintaining an innocent cuteness as he snapped the hair tie in half and dropped it to the ground. Upset, he tried to ignore the source of the distress and grabbed a pot, filling it with water and putting it on the stove to boil. "Nothing's wrong. All will become with Россия anyways. Да, Белый, синий и красный. They're all the colors of my flag, not Америка, Англия, Франция..." he muttered to himself, listing all the countries' flags that consisted of that color scheme. Did Luxemburg count? It had a lighter blue... Да, why not... They all... They all would become one with him anyways... He would have such a nice full house.

Suki wasn't sure to be sympathetic with the man, or wierded out by his mutters, his voice naming off other countries as if they were people. Odd... She continued to stand quietly, unsure of what she could do that may not offend the man.

"Um...sir, Alfred also sends a message with the box," She quickly remembered, thank god, her fingers fumbling through her jacket pockets to find the small envelope the elder man had been so keen on telling her to make sure it was delivered. "I really don't understand why, as he won't explain anything, but he said I need to deliver this to a man named Russia, and I do think that's you..." She slowly pulled out the small letter, wondering so oddly why they were all named after their country. Were they all like code names or something, part of a secret operation? At least her boss let her call him by his real name (not some odd code-thing of America. She had asked on multiple occasions why, but he always brushed it off, saying that everything they did was top secret and it was just part of it. And Suki, as taught as she was, believed him. After all, everything else she did as a secretary was shrouded in secrets, so it made sense for all the ambassadors to have such odd, vague names.)

Nodding, he confirmed,"Да, Я Россия." He had said that already... americans. "I am Russia. Really little girl, the English language has contorted my name." He started two cups of tea brewing and turned to the girl, attempting to mask his already growing unrest with a pained smile. If he just kept smiling...

He took the letter that she handed him, ripping open the envelope and unfolding the piece of paper inside. He squinted, confused as he tried to make out what it said. Was- was that cryllic? Russia grinned as he realized America had actually taken the effort (no matter how poor the outcome) to right in Russian, until he pieced together the broken cryllic and understood what it said. He didn't bother to hide the frown that appeared on his face.

Hello Russia, The one writing this letter is America. Lithuania left his hair tie with Tony, the one I bought for him. Just wanted to let Lithuania look as cool as he could. I was thinking of putting - it switched to English- stars on it, but Tony said 'No one will confuse your flag colors with that fucking limey' and I agreed, so I left the hair tie as it was and sent Suki to return it to Lithuania. Hope it gets to him and this letter to you, or that Russian would have been wasted. Why is Russian hard to write? The cryllic alphabet is really hard to draw. -America.

Of course America had left their names in English even in the beginning of the letter. Russia paled in comparison to Россия, and Lithuania wasn't nearly as cute as Литва.

The girl visibly winced at his tone, she starting to sense a great deal of tension growing in the air, and an even greater extent of it after he read that message. Was it something bad? She gulped, watching his once smile almost seem to melt into a depressing frown. Oh god, he looked really frightening when he frowned. The girl took another step back, feeling as if a darkened aura started to swallow her up, she finding so much pent-in aggression in the air that it was getting harder to breathe right.

"...I-I'm so sorry...Р-Pоссия...if I've offended you in any way, I suppose I need to get going back to my boss..." She stuttered, unsure what the message said that could be so horrible.

"You may not leave, Сукй," He stated darkly, but with a sweet smile he added," I made you чай." He handed her a cup of steaming tea, not particularly caring that the cup was to hot to handle, let alone some of it dripped over the side. "Cахар, that is, sugar," He said point to a cup of sugar cubes sitting in the middle of the table he went to sit at. "I have lemons and milk too," He added as he sat down. Noticing she hadn't followed, he ordered, using a gentle tone that held much malevolence behind it should she refuse," Join me."

The girl winced when the cup was almost literally shoved into her grasp, her hands only JUST getting over the cold before, and now having to put up with a piping hot cup of tea, some of it spilling over the side and onto her fingers. She almost yelped, but held back the sound, watching in a strange fear as the man gestured for her to follow and sit by him. She hesitated, unsure whether to take this strange tense hospitality with a smile, or with heavy caution.

With her fingers screaming for her to set the cup down somewhere, the girl decided to do both. "A-alright..." She muttered in a low voice, her feet already taking her to the table to sit down, she shaking her hands lightly after setting down the blazing hot cup of scalding tea. "Thank you for the tea...or чай i believe you called it?"

"Да, чай," He reaffirmed, happy that she was using the right word for it. He popped a sugar cube in his mouth, holding it between his front teeth and drank some tea. Setting his cup down with a giggle, Russia said," Сестра keeps telling me I should break that habit. I look like a merchant." He smiled as he crunched into the cube and washed it down with some more tea. He added sugar to his drink more conventionally, along with some lemon juiced and a little bit of milk. "Are you going to prepare your чай?" He asked expectantly.

"Oh Y-yes!" She stuttered, feeling hesitant, albeit cautious under those bright purple eyes. The girl slowly reached to put a sugar cube in her tea, along with a little bit of milk; she couldn't really place it, but there was something hidden in the air, something darker than what eyes could perceive. Maybe Suki was just being overly cautious, but she could've sworn that each time she looked in his purple eyes, that there was something, something so much more than the childish gleam they shone, something almost...malicious. She quickly put the thought out of her mind, finding it almost ridiculous; he had done nothing very mean to her (well, besides the hot tea in hands thing, but it could have been an accident...) so she simply continued to drink her tea, the normal way. "Well, to each their own, I suppose..." she tried to laugh, sipping at the slightly cooled drink.

Russia nodded and drank his tea quietly, his eyes shutting as to absorb the entire flavor from his tea. It was silent as they drank, but that was okay. Silent with someone in the room was so much better than lonely with no one like he had been dealing with the last few days. Abruptly the peacefulness was shattered along with his cup as he threw it at the table shouting," Он даже не признают мой флаг!" He watched the porcelain scatter everywhere, little shards splaying out and drifting slightly with liquid underneath carrying it a distance. With a smile he continued," An insult to my whole country, and he started it in my language..."

Suki shivered and stood up quickly when the small cup smashed, she taking a quick step back from the table so the shards wouldn't cut her at all. She gulped and frowned, her eyes wide with a slowly growing fear towards the odd man that was close to her. "W-well, my boss is quite a self-absorbed i-idiot sometimes..." She tried to explain, trying to understand what he was so suddenly worked over about. Was it something about that letter? Surely it was. Suki didn't understand what (Gosh, she loved to call him Alfred, or at least Mr. Jones so much more) could have said that would make this Russian man so fiercely angry, so abruptly, but it must have been horrible.

"...A-are you alright...?" She saw the shattered remains of the cup everywhere on the table, the hot steaming liquid running messily in all directions, soaking into the dark wood and dripping onto the floor. With a gulp of slight fear, she turned to look at the man, not entirely sure herself how to react.

He sat still, staring at the tea spreading and laughed lightly with an unreadable expression. "... Да... Did you know that in Ancient Greece, they had to pass a law where a person could not kill a messenger that held bad news? Funny, we're not is Greece, are we?" He asked quietly, looking up at Suki. His gaze saddened as he saw the fear in her eyes, but he forced a smile. He always smiled. He must.

Suki felt her blood almost turn to cold ice, his words shocking her to the very core of her body.

"N-no...I didn't k-know that..." She almost stopped breathing, taking another step back, away from the man, her mind on overdrive on what exactly he meant by saying such a thing. She wasn't sure what to do. Fear kept her mostly cemented in place, but her mind was screaming at her, trying to force her to get as far away from that odd, malicious, deep purpled-eyed man as physically possible, but she couldn't move at all. "And no..." She gulped, the fear starting to grow in her chest, making it almost impossible to breathe right, her heart beating in her ears. "We're not..." She wanted to run, wanted to be anywhere but there, anywhere but with that Russian man.

"Do not run Сукй, it's always worse. I don't want to have to teach you manners. Your boss is a cruel man, but I'm not," Russia said all of this as he stood up and walked over to his guest. She either listened to him or simply was too afraid to move, because she stayed exactly where she was. "That is a good girl," He praised her, grabbing on to her wrist tight enough it made a low clicking sound as the bones crunched together. "I don't want to think of Америка anymore," He stated, it was almost begging in tone.

Suki almost yelped in pain when she felt the strong grasp on her wrist, feeling her bones make low crunching sounds under the unbearable pressure of the large man's grip. It could have been far worse, she reckoned though, at least she still had her puffy winter coat softening the grip, if only slightly. Not knowing what else to sputter out, eyes suddenly shutting tight in pain and confusion, she spoke softly,

"Y-yes Mr.R-Россия," Almost slipping on his name, knowing that using her 'English' version of it would only make him that much more angry. She winced and slowly opened her eyes, confusion flooding them as she stared up at the large and intimidating figure, unsure and almost scared of what he was going to do next, hoping it would have nothing to do with teaching her 'manners'. The thought, for whatever reason, scared the young girl to her core.

"Let's have fun, Да? Американцы любят мороженое... Да, you like мороженое." He released her arm and went to the freezer, opening it and muttering," Коль кол кол кол. I'm out, Латвия didn't pick up any..." His widening smile clearly showed how angry with Латвия he was. He almost pitied the Baltic states when they came back. They hadn't been very good as of late. He turned back to her and asked," What would Сукй like to do?"

Not entirely sure what he was saying, exactly, Suki just stood there, unsure what to respond with, she idly rubbing her sore wrist, thankful to god that none of her bones were broken. "I-I don't know Mr.Россия," She finally stated, turning her eyes to the ground, not knowing what emotion of the man she was going to meet if she looked into those deep purple eyes. She felt odd and apprehensive under the Russian man's gaze, feeling as if the room was at the brim with confusing and fearful whispers. Wanting to get out of his gaze, if only for a few seconds to allow her to think right, the girl nodded lightly.

"I...I'm going to put my coat on the coat-hanger in the other room if that's alright, sir..." Without really waiting for a response, she started to walk towards where she had seen the coat-hanger. Though taking off her coat, almost a protective shield from his prior grip, was a really bad idea, the girl just wanted to break that stare, that odd deep glare that she felt could see right into her.

Russia frowned and called out her name. No! She was escaping! "Сукй may not leave!" Russia restated, following her quickly to catch up. She was just saying that she wanted to hang up her coat, she really planned on leaving. That must be it! He knew better, he wouldn't let her. With a bubbly cute voice he sinisterly said," I won't let you. Сукй must stay." This house was too large for her to leave him. Leave him here all alone. He grabbed at her wrist again (it happened to be the same one) though a little harder this time. He wouldn't let her leave.

Suki couldn't hold in the sound of her pain this time, being completely caught off-guard from the crushing grip that the large man held around her already sore wrist. "Ack!" She squealed out, biting her lip for the first few seconds of the fresh and unyielding pain. After a few moments, the girl taking deep breaths to rid herself of the most horrible crunching feeling against her bones, she slowly turned around to look at the man. She had told him that she was just putting away her coat, right? Why was he so hard-pressed about not letting her leave? She was feeling great combinations of fear, confusion, but an odd, growing sense of great curiosity for the other.

"I-I wasn't leaving sir, I promise...I was just putting away my coat because-" She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes looking up into his own. She saw it, small, but a really deep look of a child; a scared, lonely child. Unsure where in the world that had come from, the girl almost raised an eyebrow at the odd sight in that of a full grown man. Unsure why she bothered to say so, her voice straining with pain, she gave him a small smile. "I'm not leaving Mr.Россия. I promise." Suki didn't know why she even thought to say that, maybe it was because she was feeling a slight bit of sympathy for the man, or maybe it was just to get his murderous grip off her wrist. Either way, she didn't want to keep looking into those purple eyes right then. They made her feel sad and guilty for some reason, even though he was the one scaring and causing her pain.

Russia hesitantly let go, the deciding factor being that he could catch her if she was foolish enough to attempt to run away. He stared into her eyes, realizing the pain he just caused. He'd done it again. She wanted to leave, she definitely did. He averted his eyes and let her hang her coat up, taking solace in his sister's scarf as he still did from time to time. His bitter smile didn't cover anything, he knew that, but he smiled anyways, force of habit.

Slowly, the girl took off her heavy winter coat, walking only a little ways into the next room, still within the man's sight, and hung it up on the cold metal rod. Afterwards she walked back to the man, like she said she would, her wrist throbbing in pain from the godly grip. Suki was amazed that there weren't any broken bones in the limb...for then, at least. She slowly looked up, her orbs looking into the Russian man's own, wondering why he had so many sudden changes of emotion. She was frightened, it would be a flat-out lie to deny it so, if she had any choice in the matter, she wanted to leave and never need to think about it again.

But yet...there was something increasingly odd about the man, something that almost made the girl feel sad for him. She blinked and tried to smile, she hesitantly raising her uninjured hand to pat his arm, she having to fight every fearful instinct inside her to even attempt to do it. "S-see? I told you I wasn't leaving..." He acted like such a child, the girl was slowly realizing, like a young and lonely child. Maybe that was why he was so harsh about her leaving. Could that be? She didn't know for sure, but thought that for right then, that would be a suitable explanation.

Regarding the arm patting him with an enigmatic expression, he simply said," Хорошо. It would have been very foolish." He looked away then started walking in a random direction, not knowing what he was planning doing. All he knew was that while he wanted the woman to stay and be by him, he felt uncomfortable being right next to her without a reason. He sat down when he reached a chair, looking out the window it was positioned by. "Bad time for escaping anyways. Зима isn't very happy right now. He's whipping up a blizzard." With a small smile he considered that maybe Зима was simply helping him keep his guest. While he hated Зима, he also knew that he had to love him, he had raised him for a while and had helped him as much as hurt him.

"Зима?" She slowly asked at the odd word, walking into the large, spacious room the man had gone into. Though the girl did admit, she was scared as hell, she was also curious about this man and his odd, mysterious expressions, well that and she was afraid that he'd get angry and start claiming she was going to try and leave if she wasn't in his sight; she just wanted to be safe about it. She cautiously sat at another chair, feeling it's warm softness almost seep into her weary bones, achy from traveling so far in such cold weather. With an annoyed expression, she too looked out the window, seeing the whipping wind blow white snow back and forth.

"...I heard there was going to be a blizzard today. I guess I should be g-grateful that I didn't have to walk in THAT." She softly started, hoping to have some sort of normal conversation with the other, hoping that the break of silence might make her feel a little less edgy. "Though I should be used to such weather; we get similar storms every year back home..."

"Зима visits your home?" He asked, surprise making his voice a little high pitched, looking at with doubt. Then remembered she had just asked who Зима was. "He's... winter, that's the word, but it's more than that." When he pictured America, he thought of warm weather with envy, but if it was cold there too, obviously not quite to the same degree, but if it was cold there, then he could smile tonight, thinking of the blonde freezing to death. A real smile, one with actual joy. "Зима terrorizes America, да? That's nice to hear." He hummed in approval then looked back out to the snowstorm.

"Yes, it...he does visit where I live," She smiled, ignoring the last comment he made about 'America', most likely (and hopefully) referring to her boss, and not the country. "I live in the northern states, and it gets really cold in the winter. The prior year we had a lot of really bad snowstorms that damaged quite a bit of property, but one might say that I'm fairly used to it." The girl was happy that they could hold a semi-normal conversation, she sure that the kind exchange of words might help calm herself, and maybe bring out a nicer, lighter side to the man. He did seem so sad for some reason...

"Though our winters, or Зима as I believed they're called here, are harsh and cold, they can be quite beautiful at times..." She sighed, starting to incorporate the native language into her speak, hoping it would prove more polite than using English so much.

"He is beautiful, but you're right, harsh and cold, both in weather and disposition..." He whispered, not wanting Зима to hear. He glanced at Suki out of the corner of his eye, wondering what she was thinking about. "We shouldn't talk about him further, he might dislike it. Perhaps we should talk of other things that plague America? Such as his incompetence. Can't read cryllic, I speak fluent English and he can't write in Russian. Many languages... I can speak many, but he is favored by others and can barely speak his own..." Russia bitterly wondered what Литва saw in that fool.

"Perhaps his…country's-" there was a slight pause in his words, small enough where he half-hoped the girl wouldn't hear it. Or not. It wouldn't be his fault if the Capitalist Pig's little secretary girl found out about their secret. He was actually surprised she hadn't learned of it yet. Naïve, ignorant little American. "-impending death from rising as an empire so quickly without even doing hard work for it? Or how he…they, easily wastes 450 million centner, that's 100 billion pounds американский, of food when so many people in this world go hungry? How about we talk about consuming five times more than America makes for fuel? Manages to be racist even while banning dangerous drugs..." Russia said all of this with a smile, trailing off into a small laugh. Despite his apparent joy, it was far passed obvious, he hated the other country. Normally he didn't carry this much resentment, but with the letter earlier adding fuel (that America wasted frivolously by the way...) to the fire, he didn't exactly harbor any pleasant feelings towards the man, or the country he represented.

The girl spoke, understanding of the man's need to change the subject. Winter must have been a very touchy subject for him, as she could see how much more strong they are in Russia than they were in America. "Not all American's though are so...narrow-minded. I know many who are fluent in speaking and writing several languages, granted, it is a shame the majority don't ever really bother to learn one besides English..." as least that was a subject she could speak freely about, one she was knowing in to a degree.

"Though many of those other things I never knew about my country..." She laughed at his latter sentences, truly not knowing how incredibly lazy and wasteful her country could be, or even how her boss honestly added into the equation. Well, he was an ambassador of sorts (at least, that was how he worded it to the young woman) So maybe he did have more power than was shone…. "We do have some horrible tendencies, but we also have good ones as well." For some reason, Suki felt she had to defend her home somehow. "I'm not saying my country is the best of all, but we do have some nice habits."

"Нет, all America does is make his friends and foes suffer. That's a good reason for me to try and not get involved with him at all. Like the great depression he caused. Brought everyone's markets down, but I remained fine. Он является болезнью. Have you ever met England? Take him out drinking, and you'll hear all about it, and they're brothers.

He sticks his nose in other people's countries, and then pulls out. Like Вьетнам. Have you met her? She suffered terrible injuries because of him. And how many countries has he been instantly against for being communist?" Russia let his smile fall momentarily, but quickly made it return and fell silent. He hated talking about America. He wanted to change the topic, but didn't know how. How would someone bridge over from the previous topic being Vietnam getting brutally injured?

"...I do admit, we've made horrible moves as a country, things I can't believe we've done, yet we're told to be so proud that we're American. I don't agree with how we degrade someone because of their government, beliefs, or appearances, but I will admit that America is special, in it's own way. We are young compared to others, and still trying to become a land of free thinking and new ideas. We are the land of the free...and most times, the home of the idiots..." She finished, hoping that the last part of her mini rant would bring some sort of lightheartedness into the conversation. She knew very well of the downfalls her country had dealt with, and she really couldn't deny them. In fact, it was nice to hear the POV of another person who wasn't an American, though it was slightly hurtful to hear so many, mostly true, things against her country.

It was getting almost unbearably creepy though. How he was referring to her home nation as if….as if it was an actual person. It was growing hard to know if he was referring to her boss one moment, the entire country of America the next. Maybe it was the language difference. Yeah. His English wasn't as good as he let on.

"...Why are you all named that? After your country, I mean. You speak of these countries as if they are people..." Suki tried, wanting as well to change the conversation into a nicer, possibly lighter tone. "Is it some sort of government thing? I wouldn't be surprised if it is," She laughed, eyes shutting softly.

"Hmm? Named after our countries? You don't know you, do you?" Russia asked, surprised that she finally asked such a stupid, simple question. How did such a girl come to work for a man named America, get sent to find Lithuania, and talk to someone named Russia and not get it? "Я Россию. I am my country. You're working directly under your own country and didn't know it... Hasn't he ever said or done something that wouldn't make sense even if he was a hundred years old? He's dimwitted enough to forget to act twenty whatever." Every country had done it at one point of another, especially in their youth. Accidentally let on they've been a kid for a few decades, talk about an event like they were there (which usually they were) when it had happened a few hundred years ago, or survive an accident that without a doubt would have killed a human. Sometimes survive things that weren't accidents. Russia frowned, suppressing bad memories and shivers that wanted to come along with.

Suki was silent for a few minutes, trying to absorb the information that she was hearing correctly. A country? As a person? As much as the man seemed to be speaking the truth, she still found it hard to believe such a very large thing to understand. In a surprisingly calm voice, mostly because she still thought he was just joking or something, she said, "I did find it odd that you all were named after your country, b-but I thought it was like code-names or something, and Mr. Jones never really said anything that seemed otherwise…..Then again I didn't spend much time around him directly, and I wasn't allowed to read anything about the 'meetings' he held with him and others."

The girl tilted her head as she spoke, trying to make sense of the information. "Please don't find me being rude, Mr.Россию, but I just don't understand how such a thing would be able to be possible. How can a country be a person?" She sat politely, hands in her lap, eyes scrunched up as her mind attempted to wrap around the very confusing thought.

He thought over it for a bit and shrugged. "You have a president to represent your country, but he's human, he'll die in a couple of decades. We have a president, too, but he's human. Has such a short life ahead of him. We represent our countries, and have for many centuries, but I don't know how. You should ask Греция, I'm sure that he has thought about it," Russia said then added with a smile," We could probably beat it out of him if he didn't feel like talking or was asleep."

Suki blinked, and then smiled sheepishly at the man, the 'country'. "N..n-no thank you, I'd be far fonder of just talking..." She stuttered, her fingers almost unconsciously tightening around her hand, still lying in her lap. She looked down for a few moments as she started to really think about it. What if what he said was genuinely true? Then not only was her boss her actual country, but she was sitting in front of one of the strongest and largest nations that history had to give, Russia. She flinched lightly as she continued on that train of thought, wondering if the meetings her 'boss' attended also housed the other country-people. That would be interesting to ask him sometime. But the idea either way wasn't a very nice one. To live for all eternity?

"...I don't see though how that's a very good thing..." Suki started to whisper, her eyes still lowered. "To live forever? I wouldn't like it at all; have to live with past regrets and scars for all eternity seems more like hell than heaven," She slowly shrugged, unsure how the other really thought about his life.

Russia went silent, the aura around him darkening. A mere human had just summed up everything he hated about his existence. Over 1000 years of pain. In the old days, where ever a country happened to live with, be it a small township or a tribe, everyone there knew that they were different. The leaders of the area knew they were countries, or at least had an idea. Not everyone liked how their country was, when starvation hit or they were getting beat up by other countries, many thought it was directly their fault. They didn't understand, he just mirrored them, not the other way around. "Это не моя вина.," He whispered, a look of pained guilt. "Она не может быть моя вина. Я пытаюсь так сложно, как я могу." He brought his hands up to his neck, thankful the scarf was there to stop them from tracing ugly lines of suffering.

"M-Mr.Россия..." The girl asked, unsure of what was going on. Why had he suddenly gone from fairly happy, to miserable? The girl didn't understand where his crazy mood-swings came from. Maybe that was a country thing? Well, one way or another, she felt worried for him, her mind trying to wrap around what he had said, though not understanding a single syllable. "Mr.Россия, a-are you alright?" She asked kindly, standing up and walking over to him, despite her instincts telling her against it. He just seemed so sad; a sad little child, and Suki's maternal instincts, as strong as they were (though almost never for the better of her) wanted to see if there was any way she could help. She slowly sat on a chair that was closer to the man, feeling the dark air of strenuous aura get even stronger. What horrors had this man, as a country, gone through?

"It's not my fault, do you understand? I've been trying my hardest, but everyone hates me!" He leaned forward, grabbing her shoulders and shaking them once. "Вы? Вы?" His grip on her was bordering hard enough to cause discomfort, but wasn't quite there. Still holding her, he smiled and said," But of course you would say yes, no one ever says it to my face. They only stab me in the back, make alliances with others to oppress me, and such, да?" His voice kept that same light, happy tone it always managed to, creating eerie dissonance from the dark undertone it carried.

"Hey, hey now!" She spoke, startled, his sudden movements taking her back slightly, even more so when he started babbling on with that smile on his face, that tone combined with the normally seen 'happy' expression making it all the more intimidating and almost frightening. "I never said it was..." She mentally continued to berate at herself, almost regretting getting so close to him when she already had hints to tell how physically strong, and mentally unstable this man, this, this COUNTRY could be. She put one of her hands over his, feeling his grip on her shoulder grow more and more uncomfortable, feeling his fingers start to dig into her back.

"Though I'm still confused about all this, I never would think it your fault..." Her mind was running miles a second as she tried to think carefully about the words before they were out her mouth. History was never one of her strong-suits, and trying to think of a way to speak that wasn't going to offend, anger, or depress the country further was very, very hard. "I...I really don't know much to really help, M-Mr.Россия. I can say though that from what I've h-heard about your country, you don't really deserve much of what you got...i-it's not your fault..."

His grip tightened until he whispered," Вы понимаете?" Still keeping his hands resting on her shoulders, he relaxed his grasp. He looked down, hiding his sad expression. Her hand was warm on his. The tenseness in it, the obvious want to claw at his own hand made him stop. She had not wanted to hurt him, even though she wanted him to stop so badly. "Ты не должен быть американцем. Вы не можете быть," He said slowly, then switched over to mostly English after remembering she didn't know Russian," You understand, дa? Xорошо. Very good for you, very good for me."

Feeling his hands relax their grip, the girl let out a small, but completely relieved sigh. He had such a powerful and tough grip, she was sure there was going to be quite a bit of bruising there, the skin and muscle already screaming in dull ache because his hands were applying the simple pressure of just laying there. "That's...uh, good...good..." She spoke, not knowing really what else to say.

It would have been an understatement to say she was afraid of the man, but also an understatement to say she was curious, about him, about countries being people, about everything. Though she hadn't understood exactly what he had said, there was one word the girl managed to pick out. "а-aмериканцем...?" she repeated, pronunciation a little bit slurry, but understandable. "American?" Oh god, Suki really wished she could speak Russian, or at least had a handier translator than an iPod with her.

"Да. американцем is 'american'." He removed his hands, pulling them into crossed arms that looked almost defensive. Like they were closing him off from the dangerous, or at least unwanted, outside. He sat in his chair looking miserable, gazing out the window and not seeming to acknowledge the other presence in the room after a minute or so. He mumbled a few things in Russian, but they weren't recognizable to a non-Russian speaker.

What was wrong with this man? He suddenly went from loud and almost accusing, to shy and quiet? Suki blinked, the whirlwind of emotional swings about to give her a mental whip-lash, only adding on to the pain in her wrist, and growing ache in her shoulders. Had she said something wrong? Yeah, maybe that was it. She had said something that had upset the man, maybe something rude in his culture that she wasn't understanding. She tried to reason with her idea, hoping that the thought was the explanation for why he was acting so strangely since she arrived at his house. Well, surely an apology would help, right? She was about so say it simply, 'I'm sorry,' but the girl held back. Yeah, burst into his home, start speaking her own language, and then apologize in that very same, probably rude language? That would be the insult to injury, the young girl figured.

Quickly and quietly, she grabbed the small iPod out of her pocket while the man seemed to be enthralled with the outside blizzard, and translated the small words, watching as they transformed into his own dialect. She looked at the foreign words, sounding them out in her head before speaking.

"М-Mне жаль, Mr.Россия...If I've offended you in any way..." Her mouth curled around the odd words, hoping that she pronounced them alright enough.

Interest peaked in Russia and he turned his head to partially look at the girl who was brave enough (perhaps stupid enough) to sit close to him. "это нормально," he responded, the surprise clearly audible in his voice. Then with a smile added,"Спасибо, for using my language, even if it had an отвратительно американский accent." Thinking for a bit, he hummed approval and more instructed than asked," You would like some водка, дa?"

Suki blinked. водка. That was a word she knew, though she never really liked the stuff; too bitter, too strong. She had tried it once and nearly spat it out on the spot (which had amused her family, the ones who had ushered her into trying it on her twenty-first birthday), the taste having been far too strong for her. But he was being kind enough to offer it, and she really didn't want to seem rude, so she couldn't just flat-out reject the offer.

"I-I don't think I could, I'm underage for drinking," She lied, the girl deciding that to be a more polite way to decline his offer, since, it was…sorta true, she legally couldn't drink anything in some contries, moreso a drink as strong as водка.

"Ерунда, you only need to be of legal age to buy водка here," He said. "Don't worry глупый американский, you can drink as much as you want." He got up and went to the kitchen, returning with an ornamented bottle and matching glasses, both glasses and Handing her one as he sat down, he said," These are my favorite чашки, they don't make them any more though." He poured водка into them, letting the liquid get as close to the top as he could. "Чтоб все были здоровы," He happily sang before bringing the glass to his lips and chugging its contents. He refilled his glass and set the decanter down carefully by his feet..

"O-Oh...I didn't know that..." She said with a forced happiness. Well, that was just swell. No drinking age. There goes that polite gesture of rejection. With a disdained look, Suki looked at the glass set in front of her, wondering how she could possibly find another way to decline. Her eyes quickly flickered up to the Russian man, then down again to the small shot glass in front of her. Oh to hell with it, she decided, hand reaching for the glass. It was only to be polite, she finally decided, tipping the glass to her lips, feeling the strong and bitter liquid trickle down her tongue and throat.

The overly-powerful taste filled her mouth, mind wanting nothing more than to spit it out, rid herself of that vile taste, but she bit back the feeling, quickly drinking the shot down. After shivering from the flavour, the girl quickly set the glass back down, forcing a kind smile on her face. "Very...interesting..." She managed to say. "I-I don't drink at all, so it's a little strong for me..."

Russia laughed and said," Да, I can tell." He drained his second glass a little slower, letting his favorite drink rest on taste buds for a second. "Who knew американцы couldn't down water?" He giggled at his own joke and seriously (well as seriously as a childish voice enjoying ones self got) said," I forgot snacks. You can't fully enjoy водка without snacks."

He left again, returning this time with a few bowls that contained different snacks in each. "Pickled mushrooms, herring, ham, and пирожки," he listed as he set them down on the little table by them, grabbing a pickled mushroom and popping it into his mouth. The пирожки were like small buns stuffed with mashed potatoes, dill and green onion.

"Th-thank you very much," Suki spoke kindly, reaching for the ham and munching on some. "Though I don't understand what was so funny about the last thing Mr.Россия," She tilted her head slightly in curiosity, feeling the last ounces of the drink's flavor leave her tongue. With a small movement, the girl pushed her empty glass forward, hoping that it would be a polite way of saying she didn't want to drink any further, the young girl finding it a lot easier just to slowly eat the more appealing food that was offered. "What do you mean by that, exactly?" She wasn't sure whether to find it amusing, or insulting.

"Hmm? Just that американцы generally have weak stomachs," Russia explained, seeing that she pushed forward an empty glass and pouring her another glass. "This is like water to me~! Though much better than water, да?" He chugged down another glass of his own, and took a пирожки with a smile. He finished the small pie then asked," If you don't drink, how do you digest snacks well? More importantly, how do you have fun?"

Suki almost groaned, watching him fill up her glass again. That...wasn't exactly the outcome she was hoping for. "Well, I never thought of drinking as particularly fun..." She muttered under her breath, slowly reaching for the glass of clear liquid, wincing at the growing pain and ache of her shoulders. "You can have fun in other ways too, Mr.Россия, like watching movies or playing games and such." She shrugged as she suggested such, her face nearly spasming into unrelenting pain from doing so. NOT a good thing, she mentally noted, sighing. With a final bite on her lip, the girl quickly downed the second glass, this time keeping the glass close to her, not wanting in any way to indicate she wanted another.

"Да, you can, but those are more fun with водка," He brushed off her idea of 'drinkless fun'. He smiled and grabbed some herring. "You do not want more?" He asked innocently, then followed it up with," Funny, the saying on your чашкa translates to 'Not to drink means not to like your host!'." He left his gaze drift to her and stared at her with a sad, dejected look, as if she were stabbing him in the heart.

The girl looked at him, and then at her glass. "W-that's, n-eh..." She sighed, rolling her eyes lightly and then pushing the glass forward. Her stomach was already feeling funny, but she hated seeing those eyes, those bright purple eyes when they were filled with such sadness. It almost made her feel incredibly guilty. "I guess one more glass wouldn't hurt...да?" She reckoned, using the word she was starting to recognize in hopes that it might make him less sad. "It has nothing to do with you Mr.Россия, I-I do like you, it's just I don't think my stomach could handle so much водка..." the girl tried to quickly explain, deciding that stuffing her mouth with a piece of ham might make things less awkward for her to try and explain.

"Да, one more glass will never hurt," He agreed with a smile, he loved that she used 'да', it showed she care. He liked that she cared... It made him feel special. "Mine says 'Let's drink another one'," Russia said as he filled her glass to the top, so that if it was bumped it would spill. If someone was going to limit themselves to one last glass of vodka, he would never be so cruel to skimp on how much they received.

She laughed, actually feeling a little less awkward around the man. "Then I guess you can't deny what the glass says, да?" she giggled, watching as he filled the glass to the brim. With a roll of her eyes and a small smile, she brought the cold glass to her lips, again downing it with a grimacing face, though luckily, the taste didn't seem as bad as the first or second glass. Maybe that was because she didn't feel so cautious or something. Well, either way, she felt happier with how things were winding out, the complete opposite aura than when she had first arrived.

"You've been very hospitable to me, Mr.Россия," The girl spoke, slyly taking out her iPod to look at the translation screen. "Cпасибо." She smiled, her head starting to feel a little dizzy, but she merely brushed it off as having one too many drinks.

"Нет, there's no denying the чашкa sayings." When she thanked him in his language, he giggled and replied," Всегда пожалуйста." He smiled and refilled his glass, his cheeks rosy. "Сукй likes Россия, да? If she doesn't you can drown very easily on водка, it's an absolutely terrible way to go." His smile seemed even bigger, as he explained," Not only do you feel like your drowning, you feel the burning of the alcohol spreading like, hmm, wildfire. Да, wildfire. Your lungs give out eventually, but not soon enough. You actually wish to die as quickly-" He cut off, seeing her look of horror. "It's not a fun experience," He wrapped up with a cute expression, but the manifested depression showed through.

"U-uh, yeah, I d-do like Россия..." She trailed off awkwardly, gulping slightly at his ending words, her mind ablaze at such a horrible death one might ever have to endure. It took the girl a few seconds to get over such a descriptive thought, she wincing horribly for any who ever had to go through it. "Hey..." She said softly as she looked up at the man, easily seeing that odd look of sadness even through his apparently 'happy' exterior. The movement of her head, although small, almost made her feel a little dizzy, she feeling slightly light-headed. The girl took a small breath to level herself, finding that the водка had hit her far more than she really wanted.

"A-are you alright?" staring up at the man, Suki tilted her head, wondering what it was then that had made him so sad. They were just happy a few seconds ago, happy and sharing a good drink together. What all went through that man's head?

"Я чувствую себя ужасно! Why do you keep asking me that?" He asked, pounding the table with his fist, the small cup shattering in his hand. "Нет! My чашка, this set was my favorite..." His eyebrows dipped in sorrow and his eyes got glassy with tears threatening to spill. "Почему? Why did you break it?" He asked, accusation dripping in desolation. He threw the shards at Suki and cried out," Look what you made me do!" His hand was bloody and smeared through his hair as he grabbed at his head. "It's not my fault! It's yours, it's not mine!"

The girl yelped in surprise, she quickly jumping out of her seat to avoid too much injury from the glass. With wide eyes, she looked at him in utter fear, the terror quite evident in the bright orbs. Feeling like a child who had just been wrongly scolded (minus the nearly getting cut-up with glass part) she exclaimed, "B-but I didn't b-b-break it!" her eyes almost starting to fill with tears of fright, the girl took a step back, away from that odd, obviously angry, man.

She winced, feeling small trickles of ruby blood trail down her cheek where the glass actually had cut her. As much as she said she wasn't going to before, Suki's only thought right then was running. She wanted to go home.

"You wont leave, you promised!" He warned, seeing her eyes dart to look at the door. He stood up, taking a heavy step towards her. She was going to run away! "You promised!" He stumbled backwards, but caught himself with his hand grabbing onto the chair behind him. He gritted his teeth as the the hand bared more weight. Glass was still in it and worse, it had vodka burning through each small cut, but that didn't matter. She was going to run. "Пожалуйста! Please don't leave!" He begged, grabbing the glass she had been drinking from and throwing it at her. It hit her in the shoulder, splaying and cutting her on the chin and chest.

Pain. Pain coursing through every heartbeat, the shards of glass easily cutting through the fabric of her shirt, and straight into her skin. Luckily for her, the shards were fairly big, so they didn't go too deep. The bad thing was that there were big red cuts on her upper chest, across the collar bone, all the way up her neck and to her chin. Feeling the stabbing pain from the glass, blood already dripping out the wounds like dark red paint, Suki collapsed onto the floor, she quickly in defense rolling into a ball. She sobbed in a combination of horrendous fear and immeasurable amounts of pain.

Approaching the woman slowly, not wanting to frighten her, Russia kneeled and picked her up in his arms embracing her small frame. His arms wrapped around the shoulders and in front, just below her neck. "Ну хорошо, you wont be leaving," He said jovially, squeezing her like a teddy bear, then sitting more comfortably and relaxing his grip to a concerned friend's kind of hug, still maintaining enough pressure that she couldn't freely escape. "Сукй, you shouldn't do that to me. You worried me. It's a good thing that I stopped you from leaving. Without that, you could have been harmed out there." The worst thing was the honesty he put into his words, he fully believed he was helping her.

There was far too much pain, too much fear and confusion for her to speak at first. Suki continued to sob, though more quietly, and to herself when she felt those arms, the same ones that had hurt her several times beforehand, wrap around her and hold her as if she was a teddy. She flinched and stuttered her sobs, her body trying to struggle, but ultimately having to give up, body going completely limp. The pain was too much, her shoulders started to ache, her wrist scream, her bloody wounds throb as they bled out more and more. "...Мне жаль ... Мне жаль ..." She sobbed, just barely remembering the words. But what; what was she even sorry for? For trying to escape without getting herself killed? For being frightened to the core of that...that madman? But yet she was still speaking it, it sounding almost like a chant, a beg.

"Мне жаль ... please just don't...don't hurt me..." She broke off in a sob, not wanting to pull away from his arms in fear he'd retaliate, but not wanting to nuzzle closer for the same reason. Suddenly, she started to feel increasingly dizzy, as if the world had suddenly been spun on its axis, her head light and feathery, stomach flipping. The girl groaned in a combination of this new and horrid feeling, and of that of already existing pain.

"Shh, shh, It's okay, I know you're sorry," He cooed, rocking her gently in his arms. "I never hurt you, I'm just protecting you. Keeping you with me. Keeping you safe." The sweetness of his voice was equivalent to his words being dipped in honey with sugar sprinkled on top. He nuzzled the top of her head and smiled. "Neither of us will be alone. We have each other." That thought made him happy. He hated being alone. He hated this mansion, being so large, so empty, devoid of life, when he was alone, all by his solitary, isolated, lonesome self.

The girl continued to sob, but more quietly. How; how could this man hurt her so badly, and then go around saying that he was PROTECTING HER? The thought was so confusing to Suki, she didn't bother pondering on it, her head already hurt, trying to decipher all the different levels of emotion and pain she was feeling. Her wounds stung so bad, starting to throb more with the remnants of vodka seeming to soak into them, making them scream and cry in terror and agony. Yet the feelings were so opposite, as the girl could also certainly hear his sweet words, almost sickly sweet as they flowed into her ears, his soft and oddly caring hold around her shoulders, his soft nuzzling to the top of her head; the combination of extreme made the entire thing in the girls head so unearthly, so incredibly eerie, she only wanted to go home. But yet she wanted to stay...oh god the mixture of fear, protection, pain, confusion and an odd sense of curiosity (how the hell was that emotion still there anyways!) forced the girl's body to simply stay limp in the country's arms, not fighting, not accepting.

"Hmm? My Сукй seems tired, да? Must have been a long flight to Матушка Россия, it's okay, я понимаю." He stood and held her bridal style, humming and walking to a guest bedroom. "You like flowers, да? Хорошо." He took the liberty of answering for her any question he asked. "I like sunflowers... I wish to live in a warm place with sunflowers..." He went up some stairs, then turned left. "Моя старшая сестра national flower is the sunflower... Моя ... Другая сестра, is flax." Going down the hallway, he took a door on the right and set foot into a beautiful room.

The room had walls of sky blue with pictures of sunflowers adorning them. An elaborate chandelier hung from the ceiling, twinkling dimly as he turned the lights on. The draperies were white with intricate lace designs and hung from silver rods that were ribbed and had ornate swirls at the ends. The bed was at least king sized and had silk bedsheets, a deep ocean blue in color, and many throw pillows, each one embellished with different twisting designs. The pillows were dark, almost black, towards the outside, but as they got closer to the middle, they got lighter in color.

He set her on the bed and pulled up a chair, sitting on it and facing Suki. "You would like company untill you fall asleep, да?" He smiled and patted her shoulder. "I'll be here for you, don't worry."

Not bothering to fight when she was lain onto the soft, extremely soft bed, the girl whimpered in pain. Her body ached, and she wanted nothing more right then to sleep; she couldn't fight, couldn't run, so she chose the next best option, her mind already starting to hum in and out of consciousness. She barely heard all of what Russia was speaking about, vision and hearing getting more and more blurry, but when he patted her on the shoulders, which were growing sorer with every second of passing time, one could be certain she heard each one of his final words.

She whimpered again, already feeling his never-ending gaze on her body. Luckily, her wounds had already clotted up, so bleeding to death was no longer a worry. But with him just sitting there, watching her as she crawled into the covers to sleep away the pain, the girl couldn't help but shiver in fear. Even if she could have, the girl didn't respond to him, simply laying with her back to the man, and her eyes quickly closing, craving sleep to embrace her and take her away from it all; from the pain, the fear, from everything, and just let her sleep.

Her breathing calmed and he smiled, she must be so comfortable to sleep so easily. Getting up and checking she was indeed asleep, he hummed in approval and walked to the closet in the room (well, one of the three...) and opened the door. Accessing the miniature room in it's own right, he looked through the clothes hanging up. They were some of Ukraine's clothes for when she came to visit, he really wished she would visit more... Looking back at Suki, then back to the clothes, he decided they were too tall for his guest, and too... busty, as well.

He closed that closet and walked to the room over, it had a much more classic gothic feel to it. Entering a closet in that room, he found a soft green dress with many frills and lace embellishment. He had no clue what size his guest was, but Belarus wasn't very tall, so her dress should fit Suki, right? He was about to leave the room, but paused. He didn't know what his guest liked to wear when it came to dresses. To be on the safe side and make sure she liked what he provided, he picked two more dresses at random, a black one and purple one. There, that should be good. Placing them at the foot of her bed, he smiled and left for his own room.

Her dreams were empty and expressionless, like a cloudy night, cold and without feeling. Wind was scarce in her mind, the cold night air without a single breeze to think of, the darkness scaring the girl more than anything else could. To say the least, she didn't get a very good sleep.