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PART FOUR
Your eyes remained wide and you tried hard to keep your mouth closed and not stare downwards. Damn it! Why did you have to keep staring at… IT! You weren't going to look at it, you couldn't, you had to turn away and imagine it had never been there and you had not just seen how tall the trees grew in the Taiga! At the moment your mind thought that you managed to gain enough strength to slap your eyes and then start shaking your head and screaming out your apologies!
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to see IT! I didn't notice how big it was! I didn't look at it that long! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You wouldn't shut up and you tried hard to grab your tongue and pull it out. But Ivan just smiled in amusement, stepped over to you, and patted your shoulder. You froze in horror, how much air was there between you and his naked body? You felt the sudden heat in the room… Your sudden excitement…
DAMN IT!
"Shower's free." Ivan giggled before stepping out of the room and casually out to the lounge to inform the others of you using the shower. You ended up almost wetting yourself in laughter as Germany and Sweden began to scream in horror about what they were seeing and how Ivan just seemed to say quite calmly. "What? You're all my friends so it shouldn't matter."
But damn you knew it did. Okay, as a police officer you were kind of encouraged not to care if you had to apprehend a naked suspect, and certainly Germany had forced you, as part of a training session, to catch Greece who had been stripped and told that he was to act like a fevered streaker at a football match. You'd never seen him move so fast, only he had seemed intent on running toward Japan and well… At least you'd been the only one not to have fainted when one of the cats had witnessed and begun to… attack him….
"HA! Cats and dangly things!" You snorted aloud, though no one could probably hear you past Germany screaming at Russia to stop trying to sit down on the chairs whilst naked. But quickly you returned to the shower and stared at it for a second; something made you sniff the air...
Nope....
There was no scent of baby powder so Russia certainly was not your guardian angel, though he could have been years ago. Well, now you thought over it he had not made any mention of that day so why did you need to worry about it or even think over it? Well... To be honest when you'd returned home that evening no one had believed you and you had ended up making fantasies as you'd grown up of your pale angel that would always be there to talk to. You had even written letters to him and said prayers in church for him. Ireland, John, had adored you for your devotion over this guardian and it had pulled your close as he believed he had one himself.
But when Iggy had turned around one day and told you that you were insane for believing in that and needed to go to a loony bin.... Well you'd stopped believing. That thin wavering hope that had glued your sanity had faded and you'd become as melancholic and cynical as all your step-brothers. Some vain attempt had led you to try and find justice, you had never seen it, and so you had forced yourself into a role to serve it...
But thinking that someone like Belarus was so easily able to upset such a nice guy as Ivan and that no one would really protect him? Well wasn't that just wrong?
After that moment you removed your clothing and got into the shower on instinct. You didn't lock the door; you just pulled the shower curtain and prepared for the typical array of bathroom visits from the guys. Hey, it was not something new for you! Grow up in a house of only two women and six men and you got used to the fact that men did not understand privacy when they were desperate for the toilet.
* * * * *
Your shower was not interrupted, save by Sweden popping his head in and placing your fresh clothes down with a mild note about it. Once again you had fallen to thinking, but you had used the warm water to wipe away the uncomfortable feelings of your past and clear it away. After getting dressed you and the others were on the beat, walking around with Russia, your arm hooked in his and your face reddening each time he turned to check on whether you were still smiling.
It felt nice to hold onto a Man's arm and Ivan certainly did not seem to mind. You were pleased that he understood how much you needed him to be a tougher guy then Italy, though you slapped yourself mentally for thinking too deeply into anything. This was a job, this was a cover-up – this was pretend!
"I'm hungry. Shall we eat?" Russia grinned widely at you and the others; it was past noon but not past it that you could go to a restaurant again (thank goodness for your tummy). You nodded in agreement and Sweden, who was walking with you both today, nodded his head and pulled out a mobile phone. He turned on a blank message to text Germany, but patiently awaited you or Ivan to suggest where you were going to go. Ivan remained silent and then you said something stupid.
"I really can't be bothered with somewhere fancy, let's just go to McDonalds like everyone else and have something. I mean, no one's going to expect you to eat in a fast-food chain, right?" You would have said in an American place, but you did not really want to make that kind of connection.
Weirdly you felt a sudden pain shooting through your wrist, something fast and so direct that you ended up freezing instead of screaming. You felt Ivan pause and for a moment you wondered if someone was attacking you both, only then did you feel that dark shadow around your form. Turning your face to his, you almost screamed at the look of menace, almost insanity, glinting within those once hypnotic purple eyes. Ivan was the one twisting your wrist; he lifted it up to him, his eyes and eyebrows narrowing in a threatening manner.
"Any particular reason, _____?" He questioned darkly, his teeth gritting and you were petrified. Was he going to break your hand? The shadows from Russia subsided, you felt Berwald push himself against your back and place his hand over your wrist, almost ripping Russia's away. Ivan glared at him with such a vicious intent you wanted to pull the gun from your pocket at shoot him there and then!
This was not the Ivan you had just spent the morning gawking at in the shower!
"Your sister knows you hate America and his things…. She won't even bother looking for you in those places. I've told Germany, he's going to check out the nearest one now, and then we will sit and eat." Berwald spoke with emotion this time, gritted teeth and a growling noise that made his chest rumble as he pulled you closer to him, away from Ivan. The violet eyes of the other flashed with hatred, but then with a shrug Ivan began to move forward, not bothering to turn around and hold your hand again.
Instead Berwald lifted your wrist, a black-blue bruise forming swiftly and you were strangely afraid. What had you done to deserve such a cruel response? Weren't you trying to be helpful? Sweden shook his head with a gentle grunt, had he guessed you were trying to suss it out? He pulled your hand to his lips, kissed it softly, and you blushed vividly at such a response. But once again you felt something watching you….
Looking ahead you noted how Russia had paused, turned back around… There seemed to be some strange pain in his expression that he could not decipher. Did he actually feel sorry for hurting you? Whatever it was, Sweden replaced him holding your hand and the three of you walked into the nearest chain of the restaurant and settled down with food – quiet and uncomfortable.
Things became even more uncomfortable when you heard a familiar voice out of the corner of the room and felt the approach.
"What on earth is my fired little sister doing with a pair of Vodka-Swiggers and Sadists? Starting a new gang?"
Your eyes remained wide and you tried hard to keep your mouth closed and not stare downwards. Damn it! Why did you have to keep staring at… IT! You weren't going to look at it, you couldn't, you had to turn away and imagine it had never been there and you had not just seen how tall the trees grew in the Taiga! At the moment your mind thought that you managed to gain enough strength to slap your eyes and then start shaking your head and screaming out your apologies!
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to see IT! I didn't notice how big it was! I didn't look at it that long! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You wouldn't shut up and you tried hard to grab your tongue and pull it out. But Ivan just smiled in amusement, stepped over to you, and patted your shoulder. You froze in horror, how much air was there between you and his naked body? You felt the sudden heat in the room… Your sudden excitement…
DAMN IT!
"Shower's free." Ivan giggled before stepping out of the room and casually out to the lounge to inform the others of you using the shower. You ended up almost wetting yourself in laughter as Germany and Sweden began to scream in horror about what they were seeing and how Ivan just seemed to say quite calmly. "What? You're all my friends so it shouldn't matter."
But damn you knew it did. Okay, as a police officer you were kind of encouraged not to care if you had to apprehend a naked suspect, and certainly Germany had forced you, as part of a training session, to catch Greece who had been stripped and told that he was to act like a fevered streaker at a football match. You'd never seen him move so fast, only he had seemed intent on running toward Japan and well… At least you'd been the only one not to have fainted when one of the cats had witnessed and begun to… attack him….
"HA! Cats and dangly things!" You snorted aloud, though no one could probably hear you past Germany screaming at Russia to stop trying to sit down on the chairs whilst naked. But quickly you returned to the shower and stared at it for a second; something made you sniff the air...
Nope....
There was no scent of baby powder so Russia certainly was not your guardian angel, though he could have been years ago. Well, now you thought over it he had not made any mention of that day so why did you need to worry about it or even think over it? Well... To be honest when you'd returned home that evening no one had believed you and you had ended up making fantasies as you'd grown up of your pale angel that would always be there to talk to. You had even written letters to him and said prayers in church for him. Ireland, John, had adored you for your devotion over this guardian and it had pulled your close as he believed he had one himself.
But when Iggy had turned around one day and told you that you were insane for believing in that and needed to go to a loony bin.... Well you'd stopped believing. That thin wavering hope that had glued your sanity had faded and you'd become as melancholic and cynical as all your step-brothers. Some vain attempt had led you to try and find justice, you had never seen it, and so you had forced yourself into a role to serve it...
But thinking that someone like Belarus was so easily able to upset such a nice guy as Ivan and that no one would really protect him? Well wasn't that just wrong?
After that moment you removed your clothing and got into the shower on instinct. You didn't lock the door; you just pulled the shower curtain and prepared for the typical array of bathroom visits from the guys. Hey, it was not something new for you! Grow up in a house of only two women and six men and you got used to the fact that men did not understand privacy when they were desperate for the toilet.
* * * * *
Your shower was not interrupted, save by Sweden popping his head in and placing your fresh clothes down with a mild note about it. Once again you had fallen to thinking, but you had used the warm water to wipe away the uncomfortable feelings of your past and clear it away. After getting dressed you and the others were on the beat, walking around with Russia, your arm hooked in his and your face reddening each time he turned to check on whether you were still smiling.
It felt nice to hold onto a Man's arm and Ivan certainly did not seem to mind. You were pleased that he understood how much you needed him to be a tougher guy then Italy, though you slapped yourself mentally for thinking too deeply into anything. This was a job, this was a cover-up – this was pretend!
"I'm hungry. Shall we eat?" Russia grinned widely at you and the others; it was past noon but not past it that you could go to a restaurant again (thank goodness for your tummy). You nodded in agreement and Sweden, who was walking with you both today, nodded his head and pulled out a mobile phone. He turned on a blank message to text Germany, but patiently awaited you or Ivan to suggest where you were going to go. Ivan remained silent and then you said something stupid.
"I really can't be bothered with somewhere fancy, let's just go to McDonalds like everyone else and have something. I mean, no one's going to expect you to eat in a fast-food chain, right?" You would have said in an American place, but you did not really want to make that kind of connection.
Weirdly you felt a sudden pain shooting through your wrist, something fast and so direct that you ended up freezing instead of screaming. You felt Ivan pause and for a moment you wondered if someone was attacking you both, only then did you feel that dark shadow around your form. Turning your face to his, you almost screamed at the look of menace, almost insanity, glinting within those once hypnotic purple eyes. Ivan was the one twisting your wrist; he lifted it up to him, his eyes and eyebrows narrowing in a threatening manner.
"Any particular reason, _____?" He questioned darkly, his teeth gritting and you were petrified. Was he going to break your hand? The shadows from Russia subsided, you felt Berwald push himself against your back and place his hand over your wrist, almost ripping Russia's away. Ivan glared at him with such a vicious intent you wanted to pull the gun from your pocket at shoot him there and then!
This was not the Ivan you had just spent the morning gawking at in the shower!
"Your sister knows you hate America and his things…. She won't even bother looking for you in those places. I've told Germany, he's going to check out the nearest one now, and then we will sit and eat." Berwald spoke with emotion this time, gritted teeth and a growling noise that made his chest rumble as he pulled you closer to him, away from Ivan. The violet eyes of the other flashed with hatred, but then with a shrug Ivan began to move forward, not bothering to turn around and hold your hand again.
Instead Berwald lifted your wrist, a black-blue bruise forming swiftly and you were strangely afraid. What had you done to deserve such a cruel response? Weren't you trying to be helpful? Sweden shook his head with a gentle grunt, had he guessed you were trying to suss it out? He pulled your hand to his lips, kissed it softly, and you blushed vividly at such a response. But once again you felt something watching you….
Looking ahead you noted how Russia had paused, turned back around… There seemed to be some strange pain in his expression that he could not decipher. Did he actually feel sorry for hurting you? Whatever it was, Sweden replaced him holding your hand and the three of you walked into the nearest chain of the restaurant and settled down with food – quiet and uncomfortable.
Things became even more uncomfortable when you heard a familiar voice out of the corner of the room and felt the approach.
"What on earth is my fired little sister doing with a pair of Vodka-Swiggers and Sadists? Starting a new gang?"
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You groaned as the pain in your head throbbed along with a painfully scratchy throat and an aching chest. You were warm and you could hear the cracking a fire near by.
Fire?
You shot up with your eyes wide open. “The palace is on fire!”
You looked around, you weren’t in the palace, instead you found yourself in a large four poster bed in a nice room with a fire place. It was warm and soothing, you noticed little (Kitten) Sleeping on a pillow beside you all curled up and purring.
“Where am I?” You said softly with a raspy voice, and a cough to make it feel worse.
You noticed you were
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Things are about to get heavy! But maybe Russia can redeem himself for you?
Find out in Part 5!
And isn’t Berwald cute?
The music I was listening to with this piece...
I’m Not Wearing Underwear Today (You can guess where that was)
Something to Believe in by Clannad
Take It by Insane Clown Posse
Got music suggestions to help inspire me? I'd love to hear them!
Part One:[link]((stray)%20AND%20(by%3Aechosdusk))&qo=1
Part Two: [link]((stray)%20AND%20(by%3Aechosdusk))&qo=0
Part Three: [link]((stray)%20AND%20(by%3Aechosdusk))&qo=2
Part Five: [link]
Part Six: [link]
Part Seven: [link]
Part Eight: [link]
Part Nine: [link]
Part Ten: [link]
Find out in Part 5!
And isn’t Berwald cute?
The music I was listening to with this piece...
I’m Not Wearing Underwear Today (You can guess where that was)
Something to Believe in by Clannad
Take It by Insane Clown Posse
Got music suggestions to help inspire me? I'd love to hear them!
Part One:[link]((stray)%20AND%20(by%3Aechosdusk))&qo=1
Part Two: [link]((stray)%20AND%20(by%3Aechosdusk))&qo=0
Part Three: [link]((stray)%20AND%20(by%3Aechosdusk))&qo=2
Part Five: [link]
Part Six: [link]
Part Seven: [link]
Part Eight: [link]
Part Nine: [link]
Part Ten: [link]
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love it!~ i died in laughter xD >////////<