Okay, I'm not a huge fan of having an A/N at the beginning of the chapter, but I felt like this was necessary.
So, first off, I'm not typically a Belarus x Russia shipper, but I had this idea and couldn't resist.
Second, I'm not Russian, so I'm gonna be getting translations and info from google, so bear with me here.
And finally- if you're reading this more than likely hellish fic, thank you.
Ivan Braginsky was drunk off his feet in a German beer hall.
Why he was in Germany, he had no idea, all he knew was that he only needed one thing in life to sustain him- vodka.
He smiled at the trembling Italian bartender, who rushed to refill his empty glass. Ivan brought the drink to his lips, lips turned up in an amused grin as he tried to recall why exactly he was so far from home. But all of his thoughts kept flying circles around his head in the form of annoying little yellow birds.
He was just about to finish off his fourteenth glass of the night when the door to the hall slammed open.
"Big brother!"
Oh, that was why he was in Germany.
Natalya. Natalya Arlovskaya.
His second in command, one of the few he could trust in a fight, his sister, and dare he even think it... soul-mate.
"Big brother how could you leave like that, we were in the middle of a trade!"
She didn't know yet. Slava Bogu. He might actually survive this experience.
He looked up from his bar seat to answer her question, but was instead held captivated by the swirling hues of her eyes.
Der'mo.
He leapt up and was out the door in mere seconds, sprinting off into the depths of the silent night.
All that was left behind was an enraged scream and a pain filled howl.
And that's the intro, folks! Now let's see if I actually write more...
Slava Bogu- Thank God (Russian)
Der'mo- Shit (Russian)