A/N: Hey I started another chapter story :D It's sad though Dx Well whatever~ I love it...a lot... Also this story is for my dear sister (best friend...) Gilbert~(Fusososo~ I refered to her as Prussia!)
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~~~Ivan's POV~~~~(Flashback)
Katsuya looked up at me from her bed and smiled softly. Her frail hand wiped a tear from my eye. I took hold of it and wept older sister was dieing, and there was nothing I could do to help her. She pointed toward a box on the table next to her and I retrieved it for her.
"Open it, it is mine but I am giving it to you" She said, motioning for me to open the box. I looked at the box curiously before opening it. Inside was a light pink scarf, it was folded neatly and fraying slightly at the edges. I gently took it out and wrapped it securely around my neck, causing her to smile.
"Take good care of it, Ivan" She said before closing her eyes breathing slowed, signaling she was asleep. I set her hand gently over her chest and stood there awhile observing my sister. I touched the scarf as the tears began to flow again.
"Goodbye" I whispered, just in case, and walked over to Natalya. Her deep violet eyes were filled with confusion. I smiled at her and she instantly brightened up.
I took her small warm hand and we walked out to let our sister rest. That was the last time we saw Katsuya before her funeral.
(End of Flashback)
"Natalya! Come on, it's time for school!" I called towards the direction of my sister's room. We were living in our seventh foster home since the orphanage found us. We were roaming on the streets after Katsuya's death,selling whatever we could find.
Natalya came down the hallway with her backpack ready to go. She was in third grade this year, two years younger than I was,but she already looked my age. I smiled and handed her a piece of toast for breakfast. Both of our foster parents were at work and left us here to figure things out.
"You ready?"I said, biting into my own piece of toast before opening the door to let the cold winter air enter our home. She nodded, her toast already finished at an astounding speed. I blinked once then stepped outside. Following me, Natalya grabbed hold of my gloved hand. I sighed, used to this behavior, and walked out onto the street heading towards the school.
As I was walking with my younger sister behind me. She was grabbing onto my arm like if she let go I would disappear. She started acting like this since our sister died, saying she was going to marry me and threatening others if they got to close.
I walked on, and I saw other students looking at us and pointing. Some where motioning to us while looking at their younger siblings, like they were saying "Stay away from those two, okay." One perfect example was a Swiss boy walking with his younger sister, Lili. He kept stopping, pointing to random people on the street, explaining who they were. When he pointed to us, Lili waved and Natalya waved back, because they were friends and in the same grade, but Vash, her brother, lowered her hand and led them forward.
I knew why. It wasn't because of Natalya's obsessive grip on my arm, or the fact we were walking alone while the others were walking in groups. No, it was because we moved foster homes again. Around here we were known as the 'creepy Russian siblings who couldn't keep a family'.
Continuing on our way to school, I watched all my classmates talking with their friends about their individual summer experience. I listened to their stories as I thought about what Natalya and I did.
First we were moved from our previous foster home into our current one. The other parents were nice but according to them I scared their son, Toris. The only other thing that happened was that I met my neighbor, and only friend, Yao.
Yao was a Chinese boy who moved to *Random small town* from another town in America, Chicago I think. He was, and still is, my only friend. Sadly, right before the school year began, Yao moved away. It was like he never came, but I know he did. He left me a box that he carved for me.
On the box was an elaborate carving of a sunflower. Inside it said, "For Ivan" Nothing more, nothing less. He knew I liked sunflowers because they reminded me of the warmth of the sun.
(Flashback)
"I made something for you to help you remember me aru~" Yao said, holding out a paper bag with the words "Ivan's present" scribbled across it. I blinked and tilted my head.
"Yao-Yao is right here, I don't need to remember him, da?" I said, wondering what the Asian meant. Yao frowned and shoved the bag into my hands.
"I'm going to move to Los Angeles." He said, looking sad. "My mother got a job aru~" I frowned, also looking sad. I looked at the bag."Open it aru~, Please?"
I looked up at him and opened the bag, taking the small object out of the bag. I looked at the wooden box with awe. Each little petal was carved so beautifully and the whole piece was very detailed.
"I-I'm sorry if its not good! I carved it myself so it probably has a lot of flaws aru~!" Yao said, freaking out. I hushed him and smiled.
"I love it~! Yao-Yao is good at carving~!" I said enthusiasticlly, hugging the small Chinese man. He blushed lightly and returned the hug. "I'll keep it forever!"
(End of Flashback)
I smiled fondly at the memory. I still had the box, it was in my suitcase so I wouldn't ever forget it when I moved somewhere new. It was the only special object I had, besides my scarf of course, but it was always a reminder of losing his only friend.
His thoughts were interrupted by the school coming into view. It was a large school, but not the best. Everywhere there were bullies and gossipers, cliches and gangs, hardly any people you could make friends with.
I dropped Natalya off at the third grade wing and started walking towards the fifth grade wing. I sent my backpack down and leaned against the wall. I looked around, searching for someone I could potentially talk to, but found no one.
"Hey! Braginski!" I heard someone call from somewhere to the right of me. I sighed, immedietly recognizing the voice. It was Alfred Jones, probably my least favorite person at this school. I turned around to face him. Behind him were Arthur Kirkland, a presumably crazy Brit, and Francis Bonnefoy, a stylish French boy.(Yes he's stylish...) The two were fighting, as usual, over some stupid topic while Alfred walked over to me.
"Why do you always wear this scarf, doesn't it get hot?" He said mockingly, picking up my scarf and playing with the ends of it. I grabbed it from him harshly, not wanting him to touch the gift from my sister.
"It's winter, da?" I responded in the same tone, watching him as he glared at me.
"Well I heard some kids saw you wearing it during summer~!" He said, hoping to get a reaction out of me. I just simply smiled childishly.
"I like it" I said not bothering to counter what he said."Now the bell is about to ring so I'm going to get my things." I picked up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder and faced toward the door. The teacher opened it and let us in, asking us our names as we entered.
I told her my name quietly as I walked into the colorful classroom. There were red lanterns around the perimeter of the ceiling. Each was brightly colored and they reminded me of my friend. Each bulletin board was a unique color and had various pictures scattered across them. The walls were painted a comforting orange color with a beige made me immediatly forget about the cold weather outside.
I looked around and found my desk at the far right corner next to the window. I sat down and hung my backpack on my chair, turning my attention to the front of the room where our teacher was standing.
"Hello everyone~! I'm your fifth grade teacher so we will be spending a lot of time together!" She said smiling and looking us over, silently choosing her favorites."My name is but I want to know all of your names!" She started explaining a game we would play where we go around the room and say your name and what you like to do.
She pointed at a boy in the first row, Lovino I think his name was, and told him to begin. He stood up and told us that his name was Lovino Vargas and he liked to harvest tomatoes. It went on like that until it was my turn. I stood up and looked around nervously.
"My name is Ivan Braginski and I like to draw?" I said almost as if I was questioning myself. I didn't really know what I liked to do but I couldn't say that could I? I sat back down and the teacher smiled. She began explaining everything from the rules to how much lunch cost. I sat in my seat waiting for a break in the lecture.
All I really wanted to do was go home but then I'd have to wait til 3:25. So I just waited til lunch. It took a long time but when I heard the bell ring I stood up and retrieved my lunchbox from my bag.
I walked out the door and down the hall, following my teacher and classmates. Alfred tripped me on my way in and I glared at him for it. Then I realized I had nobody to sit by. "I wish Yao-Yao was here~..." I thougt to myself while following the others into the room then I looked around at the tables and saw a familiar face. What is Yao doing here?
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