Author's note: As this is my first fanfiction, all constructive criticism is welcomed. Dialogue parts marked with -|"…"| means they are speaking in another language, in this case Russian.
It was a bright summer morning. Heavy and Medic thought long and hard and finally decided to adopt a child. They argued about whether to adopt a German or a Russian. The pair settled with the latter, considering Heavy was better at handling children from his experience with his sisters. They drove up to an orphanage in a small village, Heavy's home. They went inside the orphanage and were led to a room that had small children. Heavy would talk to the workers and every time they asked about Medic, he would just reply -|"He's my friend from aboard."|
Once in the playroom full of 5-years old kids, the couple began choosing their future-to-be-child. They interacted with the children. Well, mostly Heavy did for obvious reasons but Medic nonetheless told Heavy his opinions about the children. Sometime later, Medic had noticed a girl get bullied by two scruffy boys that were pulling her hair. He alerted Heavy who then called out to the mean boys:
-|"Hey, boys! What are you doing there?"|
Heavy came closer and pulled the boys away from the girl.
-|" It's not nice to do that."|
The duo shot Heavy and the girl a mean look and went away, pouting. Heavy turned to face the girl, whose eyes have turned red from crying and hair messy from it being pulled at. She had full cheeks ad dark-chocolate hair woven into two braids and tied with blue ribbons. Her eyes were large and round with a dazzling deep, black color. She only wore a knee-long prune-purple dress with short sleeves. She was a pretty girl.
-|"Hello, are you okay?"|- Heavy asked.
-|"Yes, I am. Thank you, mister."|-The little girl said in an alto flute tone.
-|"What's your name?"|
-|"I'm Natsja."|
-|"That's a pretty name."|
-|"Thank you."|
-|"Tell me, why would the boys hurt you?"|
-|"Because I'm different."|
-|"How?"|
-|"I'm a girl and I make my dolls fight and not play…"|- the girl trailed off.
Heavy was silent for a second, then chuckled.
-|"What's so funny, mister?"|-Nastja said, tearing up.
-|"You make your dolls fight? That's amazing!"|
Nastja was dumbfounded, slowly becoming more and more excited.
-|"You mean that's good? My nana tells me it's bad for a girl to do that!"|
-|"Do it as much as you want, little girl! Could you show me your dolls?"
The excited girl quickly nodded then raced off to get her toys, leaving Medic and Heavy alone for a bit. A very confused Medic began asking his lover a million questions.
-"Vhat happened? Vhy is she excited? Could you translate? Vhat did zhose boys do to her? Chere is she goi—"
-"Medic, slow down, please. She is Nastja. Zhis boys make her cry because she make her dolls fight and not play. I tell her it's oky and now she bring her toys here."
-"Ohhh…"-Medic trailed off as he chuckled himself. "I like her"-he added.
The little girl ran back to the couple, but before settling down, she asked Heavy
-|"Who is this man, mister?"|-she said, pointing towards the German.
-|"He is my best friend and he always helps me. He doesn't speak Russian, though. He's German."|
The little girl gasped, and then exclaimed:
–|"The other kids told me Germans are bad! That they raided motherland and kill our mothers and fathers!"|
-|"No, no, only German fascists did that, my friend here was not a fascist."-Heavy said as he quickly turned to Medic "Vere you nazi, doktor?" The Teutonic man violently shook his head with an astonished look on his face.
-|"He's not fascist, don't be afraid."|
Nastja contemplated for a few moments, then replied:
-"Gosh! Look at zhe time."- Medic chimed in.
-|"We have to go now, little girl. You can show us your toys tomorrow, okay? Goodbye."
-|"Okay mister! Goodbye!"|-Nastja smiled and waved.
The couple left the orphanage and resided in a wooden cottage that was Heavy's house.
-"Mien Liebe, ve vill go back to her tomorrow, ja?"
-"Da."
I really didn't know how to end this chapter but, here you go. Reviews are very much appreciated.
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