Author Note:
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (obviously) Ukraine, Russia, or Belarus, or any other canon characters that may be used in future chapters. I do however own Moscow, and the text for this fic.
if you spot any grammatical and/or spelling (disregarding the factor I do NOT use American grammar and spelling) please point them out. The same applies to translation errors as I only have the unreliable Google translate.
So far the translations used are:
Siastra = Belarusian for Sister
Sestra = Russian for Sister
Da = Russian for yes
Nyet = Russian for no
Dy = Belarusian for yes
Spasiba = Russian for Thanks/Thank you
Pryvit = Ukrainian for Hi/Hello
Bonjour = French for Hi/Hello
Ma Chérie = French for My Dear (Female)
La Belgique =French for Belgium
Madame = French for Mrs
Non = French for no
Oui = French for yes
Idiota = Italian for Idiot
Ciao = Italian for Hi/Hello
Bella = Italian for Beautiful
Fratello = Brother
Mia Amica = Italian for Friend (Female)
Señorita Ucrania = Spanish for Miss Ukraine
Tak = Ukrainian for yes
Cariña = Spanish for Dear/Darling
Anyways, hope you enjoyed my fiction so far, and please leave a nice review!
~Liz
Iryna Rusivna Chernenka sighed as she watched her siblings, Natalya Rusovna Braginskaya and Ivan Rusovich Braginsky, hugging and kissing at the far end of their garden.
The two younger Nations had finally, after all Natalya's nagging, chasing and threatening, married 5 years previously, and ever since they'd been obsessively, almost sickeningly loved-up and all over each other. It wasn't that she wasn't happy for them. It wasn't that it was incest. It wasn't even that her sister's obsession unnerved her just slightly.
It was just, and it seemed silly really, she felt lonely, pushed out. She didn't see them often, especially not now they were 'busy' with each other, and despite having a new niece, aged three, who sat babbling in her lap, she didn't have anyone to love. Not like they did, anyway. No one was going to hold her in the sunset and laugh as they cuddled and kissed. It didn't look like she was going to get married and 'live happily ever after' with her 'soul mate' anytime soon.
Her thoughts were just heading off down a depressing track when, as if on cue, her little niece, Nastasya, interrupted them, as she must have begun to get hungry or something, for she began to cry, screaming out for her mother or father. Russia and Belarus tore themselves away from each other and hurried over to attend to the noisy young Personification of Moscow.
As Natalya scooped up her daughter and headed inside to calm her and tend to her, Ivan turned to his older sister, beckoning her into the house too, and noticed how sad she looked. He tilted his head curiously. "Big Sestra?" He questioned softly. "You are alright, da? You don't have to stay here with us, not if you really don't want to." He felt a little guilty, as though the trip had been forced, as he'd 'asked' her to come over by pointing out the fact they didn't really see her very much these days.
She'd told him not to pressure or try to guilt-trip her, and they'd argued back and forth for a while before she'd finally agreed to come and stay with them for a few days. Now, the first day was drawing to a close and he'd been avoiding approaching her about this.
But the Ukrainian nodded. "I'm fine, Vanya." She answered, quick, to the point and cool. Ivan flinched. His big sister was the warmest natured one of their family. She must still be angry with him.
"Look, if it's about the way we were speaking on the phone..." He began, almost nervous. His younger sibling's overly obsessive affections might have often unnerved him, but the seemingly sweet Ukraine could scare him too, on occasion. He'd seen her in their younger days, when she'd been raising him and Natalya, defending them furiously. He'd seen her anger. And he didn't like it. And there was no doubt in Ivan's mind that even though these days her initial approach to people had mellowed, and she usually came across very innocent and sweet, his big sister was still a strong woman with a fearsome temper.
However, the response from Ukraine was again not what Russia anticipated. She merely laughed a little. "That? It's no big deal, Vanya. I understand that now. We made up, remember? You've been forgiven, Brother. Now shall we go in? I'm sure Nat could use some help." The elder sibling stood, extending an arm to walk with him.
He smiled but didn't take her arm just yet. "That's good, da? But it's not so because something still upsets you. We will not go in until you tell me who has been making you hurt."
For a long time, she didn't answer but looked away from him again. "It's just that...You and Nata...You're so happy together. And well, I'm starting to think I'm not good enough to ever find a love like that." She replied at long last, raising her teal eyes to look sadly at Ivan, tears not far away, as was fairly common with the Republic of Ukraine.
He paused and sighed, not sure how to comfort her. "You'll always be loved. There's us. And I'm sure other people must fall for you. You have a big heart, da?" He told her.
For a moment, Iryna glared, thinking he was making fun of her chest size again. But then she relaxed and nodded slightly. "Well, I guess you're right. I just need to find someone who wants that. And someone who I'm willing to let into my heart..." She mused out loud.
At that minute, Belarus emerged from the kitchen looking hassled. "Brother, Sister, are you two coming in? Moscow wants her father. And it's getting late, it is colder out here in the evenings, if you get sick-" She glanced between them as she ranted, and the looks on their faces stopped her in her tracks, making her aware that they must have been having an important conversation. Without her. "Wait...Tell me what's going on first." She demanded, placing her hands on her hips.
"Coming, Natasha." Ivan answered, finally taking Iryna's outstretched arm and walking towards his waiting wife. But her second comment caught him off-guard, and he answered in rush, coming across blunt. "We were just talking Sestra's need for a boyfriend."
"We'll have to find her a partner then, won't we, Big Brother?" Natalya looked from one of her elder siblings to the other as Ivan grinned and nodded enthusiastically, while the Ukrainian woman cringed silently and regretted her confession to her brother. With those two finding her a partner, Heaven only knew who, or what, she might end up on a date with...