Notes: So, the idea of a sequel has finally fleshed itself out. I feel in this one, there will be a bit of focus on Anastasia and Tatyanna, but it will be more of Yuri and Anastasia's relationship than anything.

The flight had been a long one, and it would be late once it set down on the runway. Anastasia Norin sat near the aisle, her little sister, Tatyanna, fast asleep in the window seat beside her. Though she had wanted to sit next to Yuri Plisetsky, she had to make due with him sitting in front of her. He had spent much of the flight texting her, but when he realized Tatyanna was asleep, he had twisted in his seat to speak to her.

Though their conversation was mostly innocent, it had drawn attention. Passengers who followed the ice skating world were whispering behind their hands and snapping quick pictures on their phones. The biggest offender, however, was Viktor Nikiforov. He and Yuuri Katsuki were seated across from them. He smirked knowingly over Yuuri's head. Yuuri himself had also fallen asleep, his head on Viktor's shoulder.

"Mind your business, Viktor!" Yuri hissed.

Viktor only laughed and winked.

Anastasia cast a timid glance over her shoulder at Viktor, then she leaned closer to Yuri. "I'm not really happy about this, Yuri. Coming to America, it's something I never thought I would do."

"Your chances of running into your mother are slim," he reminded her. "There are millions of people in the United States."

"I never want to see her," she whispered.

There was a ping from the intercom. They were interrupted by the pilot announcing an imminent arrival. Anastasia smiled, then turned to her sister.

"Wake up, Tatyanna. We'll land soon."

"Hmm?" Tatyanna tried to ball herself up, but Anastasia gently shook her shoulder. "Ana?" She sat up, yawned, and rubbed her eyes.

Yuri had turned around. Viktor woke Yuuri. They were itching to get off the plane and stretch their legs. After a smooth landing, everyone rose and stretched and tried to regain use of their legs. Anastasia stood on her toes ot reach the overhead luggage, but Yuri pulled it down for her. She thanked him with a smile.

They filed one by one off the plane with their fellow passengers, but it was the five of them who were assaulted with loud cheers, screams, whistles, and cell phones going off. It was too much to handle if you were not used to the attention.

And the Norin sister's were not used to it.

Yuri stood aside to allowed Viktor and Yuuri past, he figured it might be easier to use them as a shield. Anastasia took Tatyanna's hand, and Yuri put his protectively on Anastasia's back. Though Viktor managed to keep some attention on himself, posing for pictures and signing autographs with Yuuri, many more were there for Yuri. The majority of the crowd squealed as he passed.

"Anastasia? I think... I think some people are yelling for you."

Tatyanna was right. Once Anastasia stopped to listen, she could hear the occasional cries of her name. And they were not done in rage, either. She had gotten some negative reactions for getting close to Yuri. But these people... they were seeking her autograph and picture! She was unsure of how to respond to that, other than managing a wave as Yuri led her and Tatyanna into the airport.

Inside, the airport was calmer. People gave them looks, and the occasional snap of a phone camera was heard, but they were left alone as they waited for their bags on the luggage carousal. "That was interesting," Anastasia admitted.

"You'll get used to it."

Anastasia was not sure she could get used to it, but it was not necessarily a bad thing. Positive reactions were always good, right? She saw her bag and snatched it up, then reached for Tatyanna's behind it. Tatyanna was eager and excited to be in the US for the event, even though Anastasia had been reluctant to bring her. But Yuri wanted her with him. And that meant bringing Tatyanna. Much of their time would be spent on schoolwork. One condition had to be that Tatyanna kept up her work. She had jumped at the chance, agreeing to do whatever her teachers had sent along.

"If they don't hurry, we're leaving them," Yuri muttered with a glance at his phone.

"I don't know if we should leave them," Anastasia said.

"Here they come!"

Yuri muttered a swear. Anastasia covered her mouth with her hand to keep from giggling. Viktor and Yuuri joined them and swiped up their bags as well. It was Viktor who led them outside and obtained their rental car. With Yuuri up front with him, Yuri, Anastasia, and Tatyanna squeezed into the back. "I've already gotten reservations for our hotel rooms," he said as he started the car. "Our rooms are across from each other. Yuuri, Yurio, and I have a room, and Anastasia and Tatyanna, you have your own room together."

"What?" Yuri's voice was calm, but his expression was less than so. "I have to share a room with you and the piggy?!"

"We can't have you sharing a room with Anastasia," Viktor said with a wink. Or what they assumed was a wink, as no one in the backseat could see his face.

Yuri muttered a threat to kill one of them by the time it was all over, most likely Yuuri. "What did I do?" he demanded.

Yuri did not answer. He sat back in his seat, sulking and sending glares towards the front. Anastasia reached over and placed her hand on his. No one spoke, though there were mutters from Yuri, until they reached the hotel. Viktor approached the front desk and returned with two keys. He handed Anastasia one. "We're on the third floor," he told them. They followed him to the elevator, where it was thankfully empty.

"You couldn't have gotten me my own room?" Yuri asked.

"No." Viktor's tone was playful and pleasant.

Their rooms were right across from each other in the middle of the hall. The sisters' room was smaller, but there was enough room for them. There were two beds, each covered with a soft blue blanket. There were two small dressers, a short table between the two beds, and a desk. Tatyanna immediately claimed the bed by the window. Anastasia worried she would not have enough room if any of Yuri's costumes needed anything other than minor mending. Tatyanna assured her they were all in great shape, and she should not worry.

Across the hall, Yuri had claimed his own bed by the window. Viktor had suggested shoving the two beds together to give them all more room, but Yuri hurried to decline. 'Although... if I kick Viktor in the face enough in my sleep, maybe that will change his mind.' He smirked to himself as Viktor and Yuuri settled in. He loved giving Viktor a hard time.