A/N: Ah Please Don't Kill Me!
These are just drabbles that come to me about the Slavic Family. They are not gonna interfere with my updating schedules ( what schedules? -.-; ) or other fics, that I can promise you. Well, mostly /shot/
So, for now my Slavic Family consists of Russia( Hell teah definitely!), Belarus, Ukraine and Poland (apparently he is of Slavic origin too...). If someone knows of some other countries of Slavic Origin ( since I am too lazy to look it up) and has a canon/ OC profile for them, tell me and I will include them ^_^ Just don't ask me to make an OC profile. Because
I fail
I am too lazy and
I am not aware of the mannerisms and /or the traits of any East European countries. Seriously, all I know are the names and then too they keep on breaking up and all. Its terribly confusing TT ^TT
Alright, so the ages are:
Ivan : 10
Natalya : 8
Feliks : 10
Katyusha : 12
Just so you know, I am not really sure about the Age System.
DATE: 22nd January, 2011
Story Time
A heart warming moment presented itself in the Slavic household
A girl was reading bedtime tales to her brother.
A tender scenario of familial love, indeed.
If you could discount the somewhat disturbing facts that the girl was reading to her older brother and the said was cowering under the sheets, and – by his eyes which were pinched shut and tearing up slightly – clearly employing all his efforts to restrain himself from wailing out loud – you could hear soft, very soft whimpers if you listened carefully, that is.
Oh, and add to that the fact that you could clearly see the light refelceting off of what suspiciously looked like the sharp edge of something strapped to Natalya's calfs under her dress.
A truly heartwarming moment.
Meet The Slavic Family.