Mellow! 8 days left until Christmas! And I hope the titles works for this story. Please assume for the first part that they are speaking Russian. Also the Baltics are the only ones that are chibes! And yes in this story they're brothers, despite that being proven wrong in the anime. This is set in modern day, please don't confuse it with anything historical.

Chapter 1

Ivan Braginski, otherwise known as the personification of Russia, was having a relaxing day. He had caught up on all of his paper work the night before and had rewarded himself by taking a much needed break. It wasn't often that he did so, given that he usually had so much work, but it was a pleasant change for him.

He had spent most of the day at home leisurely reading while sipping some hot tea, but spent a few hours out on the lake ice-skating as well. Ivan had quite needed this, the next day would involve making plans for the next world conference that was scheduled for the next week.

The black house phone rang as Ivan had just started cleaning up from dinner, as Ivan was a simple man and didn't care to have a cell phone when he wasn't traveling. It was almost undoubtedly it was his boss, probably asking about the papers he had just finished the day before.

Ivan gave a small sigh, knowing that going a day without being bothered by work for an entire day was too good to be true. "Hello?"

As predicted it was his current boss, would strangely enough sounded slightly panicky. "Ivan, we have a bit of a problem."

Concerned Ivan listened intently, "Yes?" He wasn't one to jump to conclusions like Alfred, but wanted to know the facts straight away so he could best deal with them.

"We have recently acquired the Baltics, as you know." Ivan found himself nodding despite knowing that the other couldn't see him. "Some unexpected issues have come up concerning them, and we aren't able to properly combat this." His boss didn't seem to be truly that worried, but rather rushed in his deliverance.

"What's the problem?" Ivan growled, wanting to just know the answer. As with anything, it was more than likely going to be pushed on him. The trials of being a nation.

"You'll, um, see once they arrive to your house." Some thing was wrong, his boss could tell that he wouldn't like whatever had gone wrong. Russia tightened his grip on the phone so roughly that it threatened to crack the plastic.

Before Ivan could get another word out, the phone clicked. He sighed and could feel the beginnings of a headache. Well, there goes his pleasant day off.

He didn't even have the time to get back to what he was doing previously when the doorbell rang. Ivan was suspicious, there was a big problem with the Baltics if he boss didn't tell him anything then it had to be something he would strongly disagree with. Still he had a duty, he decided to open the door for his intruders.

The three children that were waiting for him was certainly not what he expected, his eyebrows came together and a frown crossed over his lips. The oldest of them stood in front, while the youngest was being carried on his back and the middle child clung to the eldest side.

All three of them looked very different. The oldest had shoulder length brown hair and bright green eyes. The middle child was a simple looking boy, with dark blond hair and big green eyes as well and he was carrying a small bag. Although the littlest one's face was half way hidden, Ivan could see the blond curly hair and one violet eye peeking out at him.

"Who are you?" Ivan asked, although he had a feeling this was the problem.

The oldest one was shaking and in rough Russian said, "Your boss sent us here."

That was all it took for Ivan to invite them in. He couldn't and wouldn't allow the children to stay out in the cold, even if he wasn't expecting them. "Come on, little ones. Get warmed up."

The children all shuffled inside, all looking uneasy. Ivan was a bit startled at the thin, patchwork clothing that they wore, certainly not enough for a cold Russian winter. They were all so pale and gaunt; Ivan was beginning to wonder who had taken care of the before, obviously who ever it was they didn't do a very good job.

"Go make yourselves comfortable on the couch," Ivan ordered briskly. "I'll get some blankets and hot chocolate." With all their shivering he was worried how long that they had been out there.

The brunet nodded and carefully lead the younger children. He was sure to stay as close to the other two as possible, even going as far as to keep the smallest one on his lap. "Thank you," he whispered.

"Would you mind telling me who you three are?" Ivan asked gently, seeing as almost simultaneously they flinched when he spoke.

"I-m Lithuania. My human name is Toris Laurinaitis. And I'm twelve." Lithuania looked quit shaken by even speaking that much, although it had sounded like his little speech was a bit rehearsed.

"Is that so," Ivan said amused slightly. Although looking at the boy he couldn't tell that he was twelve, he looked to closer in size to a nine or ten year old.

"Yes, sir." Toris mumbled.

"What about the other two?" Russia asked spreading the blankets out about the boys.

"They can't speak Russian." Toris said quietly and looking worried.

Ivan sighed, that wasn't what he was expecting. this made things that much harder. "What can they both speak well?"

"Polish, my friend taught us all." Toris said looking up at him, hoping that it was okay.

The corner of Ivan's mouth turned down a bit, he never was fond of how Polish sounded. However that didn't matter much right then because it wouldn't change anything. "Very well, we'll speak Polish from now on." Ivan said, quickly changing languages.

The two younger children looked curious, since they could now understand what was being said. Toris gently nudged them to get them to speak.

"I'm Estonia," was all the middle child would say, despite his older brother's attempts.

The youngest just clung to Toris even harder and stuck his thumb in his small mouth. He squeaked and squirmed when he revived a light pinch on the leg to farther prod him.

"He's Latvia." Toris whispered as an apology, and stroked the youngest hair. "Sorry, they're a little scared."

"Are you?" Ivan studied the oldest of the three in front of him. Although he looked brave, he was sure the boy was crumbling on the inside as well. Ivan was well aware that he frightened many people, and not all of them were children.

"No sir," Toris shook his head, causing the hair to look even messier than before. "I was told that you would be taking care of us."

Ivan blinked, that was definitely news to him; although he didn't doubt that it was the truth. "I have to make a phone call. Would you three like to watch a movie?" He hoped that children liked television, as he had never deal with very many.

"Yes, thank you very much." Toris politely said.

Ivan was now silently thanking Alfred for forcing him to take the children movies. He smirked when he thought of how the American gave them to him. "Dude, these are some of the best movies ever, you have to watch them!" At the time he kept them just to satisfy the childish nation, now it appears as if they did have a use after all.

After fiddling with the blue ray player that he almost never used, he got the movie "Monster's Inc." playing for the children. He hoped briefly that the monsters in it wouldn't scare them so that they would have nightmares. The man wasn't sure if he was anywhere near ready to deal with that.

The three seemed content and Ivan went to take care of some business regarding his boss.