This is my new story. I hope you enjoy. If you have any tips then please do tell me! I've never done a diary before! Thanks to the super-duper Hokuto Uchiha for letting me borrow her wonderful OCs Warsaw and Vilnius! I love them so much, I'd cry if anything happened to them. Any way, R and R and enjoy!
This story is about the lives of teenage boys who are capital cities. These boys will make you laugh, cry and interest you into there way of living. The lessons are to never judge a book by it's cover and that people can change.
Vilnius Pov
13th February
Dear Diary,
I have had a busy day today. It's the day before the grand Valentine Ball and we've done a lot to prepare! Well, I have and perhaps Moscow did a lot too. Oh, you'll see!
The sun light shone behind my blue curtains, casting blue across my messy room. My eyes felt too heavy to move, but that blasted alarm clock was determined to wake me up. So I stretched my arms and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
"Good morning kitty!" I whispered to the fluffy cat. Russicat is probably the only family of Russia I don't hate. The cat mewed quietly before curling up into a ball and going asleep. I grabbed a pair of trousers and a t-shirt out of my floordrobe and folded them on the end of my bed.
You see, my father Lithuania looks after Russia. So I, as Lithuania's son, must look after Moscow. That's a challenge in it's self, considering Riga and Tallinn do very little to assist me. But that's only because I know their excuse.
I walked into Moscow's grand bedroom. It's so tidy, so extravagant that I envied the capital . I read the note on the end of his bed.
"Dear Vilnius,
I've gotten my ball clothes out and my normal clothes. I would really appreciate if you run me a nice warm bath though. I like baths because they are bubbly. Please make sure my bath has tons of bubbles!
Moscow xx"
I smiled at myself. He could be such a sweet heart when he wanted to be. He gets excited before special holidays. Last night, Russia had to slip sleeping tablets into his vodka to stop him from bouncing on the bed. Moscow was also far more forgiving and better behaved on holidays. But he always plays one prank... I turned round to see Moscow sleeping on his double bed. The bed sheets were thick and warm but the boy inside it looked so cold. His silver hair fell on his face and his pale chest was fully exposed. I often wondered why Moscow hadn't got himself a girl, with his muscular built, you'd think he was a ladies man.
Gently, I tiptoed out of the Russian's room to run his bath. The bath room on the same level of our rooms is very big, a large bath on the right side and a pure white toilet and sink on the left side. We used to have a shower but Moscow managed to destroy it. The tiles were blue and white and the carpet was light blue. The room was very warm even though the other rooms are cold.
Quickly I grabbed the mobile from my pyjama pocket (you never know what Moscow can do with technology)
"Hey Minsk..." I whispered nervously down the phone, running the taps.
"Oh! Hey Vilnius..." Minsk replied seductively. She knew I was running the bath and must have thought it was mine.
"So... Will you be my Valentine this year?" I asked, gulping. What if she says no? I wandered helplessly.
"Sure! I've already got you a present!" Minsk laughed on the other end of the line.
"Wow! What is it?" I exclaimed, forgetting to be silent.
"You'll have to see tomorrow!" Minsk giggled, "Bye..." She hung up on me and I felt rather dazed. She already got me a present! Perhaps this was a next step closer to her being mine?
"Vilnius!" A certain voice says behind me, one that strikes fear into my heart. I turned my head round to see a pale boy look at me rather impatiently.
"Vilnius! IT'S SO BUBBLY!" He squealed happily, putting some bubbles on my nose.
"Yes Moscow, just how you like it." I sighed as I watched him jump in, almost tipping the bath. I started to walk off, only reaching the door before he called after me.
"Could you wash my hair today, Vilnius? You make my hair so soft." Moscow blushed, twirling a strand of his grey hair with his fingers.
"Fine." I sighed before smiling. Moscow wanted to look his best and depended on me. Gently I lifted his head up and grabbed the bath room jug. I poured the hot water on to his hair with great caution before getting the shampoo.
"Will I need conditioner?" The Russian asked me as I massaged the shampoo into his hair.
"Shush! No, of course not. Your hair would become greasy." I replied. Why did he ask that every time?
Memories of us two sharing baths filled my head. We would splash each other and giggle our heads off. We would do each others hair and give each other silly hairdos. Moscow would give me hair look same as the Netherlands' and I'd make him look like Austria. I'd make a bubbly beard and pretend I was Santa and then Moscow would squeal with joy and sit on my lap and tell me what he wanted.
"I want the Austrian Princess to come back home." He would always wish. Of course, as we began to grow, Moscow got too heavy for my lap. He didn't quite realise it though, and it was only until we almost tipped the bath over did Russia put a stop to our behaviour. I got 6 whacks and Moscow got 4.
After all these memories left my head and I was done with my master's locks, I left the room so he could wash himself properly and began to ponder about Warsaw. Should I get her a present? If she gave me one on the night and I hadn't got her one back, she'd kill me. But if I got her one and she didn't have one for me, she'd get the wrong idea. Again.
Cautiously I stepped round my floordrobe and reach my bed to find no clothes on the end of it.
"Where did they go?" I asked myself out loud, rumaging through my mass army of quilts.
"My room!" Moscow shouted as if he could hear through walls.
Sighing, I went back to his room. I opened the door to see him rubbing moisturiser into his skin.
"Why are my clothes in here?" I asked nervously. I've never been sure about Moscow's sexuality. He could be hectresexual, but boys who like to dance and sing and paint their nails and care about their looks are normally found to be gay.
"I want advice," Moscow said simply, not looking up from his legs, "You have tons of experience so you're the best person to ask."
"Okay." I squeaked before slipping next to him on the bed.
"How do you kiss some one?" Moscow looked down at me, his violet eyes making me feel uneasy. I was already regretting sitting next to him. Perhaps it was another cruel joke of his?
"The same ways as Ukraine kisses you." I answered, unsure of the answer he was seeking.
"I've never kissed any one before. But I want to." Moscow chewed his lip.
"Okay, first you have to pucker up. Like this." I made my lips look like they were about to kiss something. Moscow copied off me. It was only until I looked in the mirror did it strike me. People look so weird when they are about to kiss, like a fish. I stared in the mirror. It looked like young Russia and young Lithuania were doing stupid poses.
"Then press your lips against the required target." I mumbled before kissing his little Winnie the Pooh teddy. He copied off me, reaching my cheek. Those pale lips were very chapped and hurt my cheek as he kissed me.
"You'll need this though." I said quickly, throwing him the lip balm, hoping to pretend nothing happened then.
"Thank you!" Moscow beamed happily, gripping his Winnie The Pooh on to his chest, "now I can kiss my Valentine." I choked on my own tounge. Moscow had a Valentine? I mean, normally he'd choose Tokyo and Beijing as they gave him a gift back. But they weren't on kissing basis. They were all just good friends. So who was it that Moscow wanted?
"Who? Tell me!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Come with me!" Moscow whispered, pulling on his jeans before quitting the room. I followed him and we past my bedroom, Riga's bedroom, Tallinn's bedroom, Kiev's room and went to the only room left.
"Russia would kill us if he saw us in here!" I hissed at Moscow. He hushed me and we entered the forbidden room.
My eyes scanned the room. It was just how I remembered it. Baby pink walls, a large purple double bed, a pink fluffy carpet, pictures covering most of the walls. The shelving units is what I remembered the most. The beautiful pale China dolls, the exquisiteness of the Japanese dolls, the patterns on the teddy bears, the German dresses. Moscow was looking at the Russian dolls.
"I used this room for inspiration." He turned to me, holding a Russian doll in his hands.
"Moscow..." I breathed, looking at it in depth. The Russian doll was hand made and hand painted beautifully. Pictures of men and women dancing ran all the way round it, with love heart and doves filling up the left over gaps.
"Do you think she'll like it?" Moscow asked me eagerly. My heart stood still. It was a girl! Suddenly I felt so mean for prejudicing him as gay. But the question still remained: Who was it?
Perhaps it was Tokyo or Beijing since they were such good friends to Moscow. Perhaps it was Liechtenstein who he played dolls and tea parties with. Perhaps he was playing a cruel joke by giving it to Warsaw or Minsk? Perhaps it was Tallinn or Riga? Normally he hated them two but perhaps he's changed his mind.
"She'll love it! But who is it for?" I interrogated him. He gave off a small giggle before a big fat grin spread on his face.
"Vienna Wien!" He giggled. My face dropped. Vienna Wien? Why her? I definitely didn't know her very well so why would he like her? I mean, if he liked Tokyo or Beijing, they'd let him down gently. If he liked Liechtenstein she'd probably think they were playing a game. If it was Riga or Tallinn then they'd have to get with him or be battered to death. But Vienna? I've hardly ever seen her in my whole life time. She could walk right pass me in a street and I wouldn't know her! What would her reaction be to Moscow? She could hurt him! And if she was anything like Austria, we were in for it!
Moscow wrapped his Russian doll in some sheets of paper, his face lit up with joy before talking to me again.
"Do you remember The Austrian Princess?" He asked me. I smiled at him.
"Of course I do. How could I forget?" I patted his shoulder.
"A little Austrian Princess would sleep in that double bed." Moscow recited, pointing at the bed.
"A little Austrian Princess would paint those pictures." I recited after him, pointing at the pictures on the wall.
"A little Austrian Princess was forced to go back to Austria." Moscow said bitterly, skipping 4 verses of the story.
"A little Austrian Princess will one day return to find a handsome prince in the house." I recited dreamily.
"A little Austrian Princess doesn't exist." Moscow sighed helplessly, sitting down on the purple bed. I made up the Austrian Princess story to make him go to sleep. The only issue was that he thought it was real and that he was the prince waiting for her. He got so caught up in it that he made a plan for the day she would return. Russia had to tell him that it didn't exist. I got 3 whacks for that story. But boy was it worth it.
"I'm hungry. Let's go eat!" Moscow lightened up racing down the stairs. I sighed and followed him.
"You kids!" Russia laughed as he made Black Bread.
"Hello Papa!" Moscow hugged him from behind. They looked like brothers, Russia was the older, wiser and taller brother whilst Moscow was the younger and childish brother. Moscow is taller than most cities, being the 6 th largest city in the World and the largest city in Europe. He's still the tallest though and will always be Russia's favourite child.
"Hello Moskva!" Russia turned around, "Hello Vilnius!"
"Hello sir," I said nervously, looking at the floor.
"What should I contribute to the Valentine Ball?" Moscow asked his father excitedly. He loved to make things.
"No one from the house of Russia needs to contribute. Apparently the Germanic house made too much stuff so we can't contribute." Russia said sorrowfully. I couldn't help but smile underneath my scruffy brown hair. Warsaw told me the real reason. Apparently, the UN got so fed up of Moscow's contributions that they banned every one in the Russian Empire from contributing. So the likes of Germany, Prussia, Austria, Czech, Slovakia and Hungary had to work them selves silly to fill in the demands. I couldn't blame the UN really. Last year's large Russian Doll gave me nightmares. He made a large Russian doll, hid in it and jumped out on random people, including me. America spilt his booze every where and France skidded on it and ended up head-first in England's chocolate cake. It was hilarious to watch but then we all ended up with 6 whacks each.
We ate together, all excited and giddy over the ball. Moscow got crumbs all over himself. It was then that I thought to myself: What would Vienna's reaction to Moscow be? A teenager who acts like an 8 year old falling for a posh aristocrat like her? It hurt my brain just thinking about it. Carefully I mopped him down with my napkin.
"How are you Riga?" I whispered to the small girl next to me. Even though Latvia is the smallest of all the Baltic States, Riga is supposed to be the largest city of the Baltic States, making her bigger than me and Tallinn. But genes have failed her. Riga has Latvia's face and hair and blue eyes. And his nervousness too. Her hair is swept up into bunches and her smile is wobbly.
"I'm fine..." She spoke softly. Riga does the cleaning for Moscow. Moscow is naturally tidy when it comes to his room but if his temper goes she tidies up after him. She also does his laundry.
"You okay Tallinn?" I asked the girl opposite me. Tallinn nodded. Tallinn is very technical and the European Culture Capital of 2011. However, for a girl with a bright future she is awfully shy. She looks like her father as well but has a certain cutie look about her. And a very sad story to tell.
"How about you Kiev?" Moscow asked brightly. Moscow loved his cousin Kiev. Kiev is the one of the oldest cities in Eastern Europe so we listen to her advice. Kiev and Moscow used to be like siblings until Ukraine's back ache started.
"I'm very good thank you Moskva! How are you?" Kiev answered brightly. Kiev has short dirty blonde hair like her mother but Kiev wears a blue pinnafore over her dark blue shirt.
"I'm very excited!" Moscow clapped his hands. I looked over at Minsk. Her blonde hair was hanging long and loose just like her mothers, a black bow in her hair and was wearing black shirt with a white skirt. She looked up and winked at me. Russia forced Belarus and her children to live in the basement so Belarus could be far away from Russia. Except from me and Kiev, the others don't know her very well.
"Will you be okay at the ball?" I asked Tallinn. She nodded but even she didn't look so sure.
"You lot better go and get ready." My father said, entering the kitchen. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo and his hair tied back with a green ribbon.
"Father!" I smiled running to give him a hug.
"Vilnius' dad!" Moscow beamed, giving him a hug as well. Lithuania's very skinny but I love feeling his warmth. It was a bit awkward though with Moscow hugging his side.
We ran up the stairs together (minus Minsk) excited and heads full of dreams. It sounded like a herd of elephants but we didn't care. One by one we found our rooms, me being the last to disappear. I turned round and smiled. Living in the Russian house hold wasn't so bad sometimes.
I was wearing a basic tuxedo. I don't care much about my looks but even I brushed my hair. I stepped out on to the landing to see Moscow. He was wearing a tuxedo as well but he tied purple ribbon around his waist and his he had a purple bow tie.
"So excited!" Moscow beamed, hugging his Valentine present. That's when I noticed his purple nail varnish.
"Me too!" I smiled holding my two presents. One for Warsaw and one for Minsk.
"And me!" Kiev beamed. She was wearing a blue dress like they did in the old days and a pink cardigan.
"Who's your Valentine?" Moscow asked sweetly.
"Stockholm!" Kiev squeaked happily. Stockholm is a ladies man but always has a good reputation for being a good boy.
"Mine's Tallinn." Riga whispered to us. Her bunches were tied with red ribbons and she wore a red and white dress to match.
"Mine's my teddy bear." Tallinn said joyfully. She was wearing light blue dress with her blonde hair in a pony tail tied with a light blue ribbon. Teddy bear is her nickname for Estonia. She loves him WAY too much!
"Hurry up you kids!" her teddy bear called up. We all ran down the stairs and got in to the designated carriages. Me, Moscow and Latvia were in the back whilst Russia and Lithuania were in the front.
"I can't wait!" Moscow said excitedly. He was really proud of his Russian doll.
"Can I see the inside of your Russian dolls?" I asked nervously.
"Sure!" Moscow beamed as he thrusted them into my hands. I unwrapped it carefully and looked inside the larger Russian doll. The next one was painted pink and showed the story of Valentine in a comic book style. The one after was deep blue and showed heart break and sadness. The next one was (quite easily) a calico cat. The very smallest though was painted as a baby, with little rattles and prams painted around it.
By the time this happened it was evening. The ball was being held in Germany's house this year so we have to go the night before Valentine's Day to get to Germany's house. They draw a name out every year and last year it was Germany's name picked out the hat. It's along time and we often have to stop for toilet breaks. We don't stop for food so we can eat tons during the ball. I love the ball since you can socialise with people you haven't seen since the year before. You can listen to their ways of culture and opinion. And the ball is so big I don't have to worry about those Russians! Or Minsk and Warsaw arguing. Whilst I'm there I can keep my eye on Moscow.
So I'm writing this to you on the way to the Valentine's Ball in Germany. Germany, Munich, Berlin and that will be hosting, Kraftwerk shall be singing and Beethoven shall be playing the music. I really can't wait and neither can Moscow (who's reading this now!) Write to you tomorrow!
Vilnius xxx (a.k.a. Danielius "Danny" Lorinaitis)
Byieeee my darlings!
ilurrrverussia!