Summary; Rose moves to Russia with her parents because of her old life in England. But as she gets to know her neighbor Dimitri, will her actions catch up with her before she can sort it out? All Human (:

Heyyah, sorry if this is dodgy, this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy it! ~ callthedoctoritsrainingfanta (: xx

RPOV
I sat there staring out of the window watching as the plane slowly made its descent. Over the speakers a flight attendant repeated over and over again to the parents who had forgotten to strap in their child. I laughed to myself as I felt the plane glide lower and lower, closer to the floor and in into the airport. After the initial speech made by the same whiney flight attendant, thanking us for using this certain airport, people began filing out, grabbing their carry-ons and cups of coffee and what not which they had gotten during the flight but not quite finished yet. I reach the ground and breathe in a deep breath of fresh air, before it became overruled by my dads' aftershave and my mums' perfume. An old wrinkly hand was placed on my shoulder, "Rose," my dad began, "why don't you go collect our bags whilst your mother and I go and call a cab?" He asked politely, but the way he looked at me seemed to suggest that it wasn't up for debating. Brilliant, I think to myself, why do I have to get the crappy job?
I head towards the luggage area and wait for our suit cases to come. My bags all came through first, which was a relief as I inspected them for damage. Nope, they were still in good condition. I stare intently at the luggage going by, hoping my parents suit cases would miraculously appear by my side. After waiting about twenty minutes for the last bag to come by, my mother materialises besides me.
"Rosemarie. What on earth is taking you so long?" She demands.
"Your stupid bag, that's what it is."
"Well, why don't you take these bags to the cab your father called while I wait for my one."
I carry the bags – yes there were about ten of them – to the cab and place them in the boot. I see through the window that my dad was already seated in the car and he was talking to the driver. Sensing someone looking at me I turn to see my mother glaring.
"What?" I ask. But all she does is shove by me and put her last bag in there. Well, obviously I wasn't going to get any answers off of her. Closing the boot and getting in the car, I stare out the window, watching streetlights go by, and after a while I have to open my window a tiny bit to let out some of the overwhelming smell of perfume and aftershave, looking in the rear-view mirror, the driver gives me a grateful look. I smile to myself and let myself drift off into the world of dreams, where my parents don't boss me about and I wasn't now moving to Russia.
I wake with a start as the car brakes and comes to a stop in front of a row of detatched houses. My dad opens my door and demands that I hurry up and bring our bags in while they go in to freshen up in the new house. My mother pays the driver as he waits from me to get the bags out the boot onto the pavement besides it. I see the driver pull off from the curb and I begin to take the bags inside. After two trips into the house, I still have about four bags to go and I just sit down and stare at the bags wishing they would turn to flames. I finally stand up and as I go to pick up my final four suitcases, the handles break and everything piles out onto the floor, and if that isn't embarrassing enough, I'd fallen over into the massive pile that is my parents' clothes. I sit and let out a few tears that I know won't be allowed to fall in my house and look towards the house next door where the lights are alight and voices are chatting to one another. I even hear a dog barking in the backyard. To live in a family that is kind to each other, is only a dream I wish to come true. Hiding my true feeling behind a mask I begin to put the clothes back into the cases.

DPOV
I woke up early in the morning, ready to be the first one up and about, and getting into the bathroom before one of my many sisters claim it. I normally am the first one up, other than my mother who seems to be up at the crack of dawn every morning ready to make breakfast for everyone. I grab my clothes from the dresser in my room and head out towards the bathroom, just as I hear my sister Viktoria wake. I smile to myself as I hear her swear, knowing that she can hear me walking outside her room. In the bathroom, I get washed and dressed within half an hour and I head downstairs, past my disgruntled sister and into the small kitchen where my mother is pottering about, fussing over where she put the dog can opener. Sitting at the table our Siberian husky, Pepper, comes over and sits by my feet, nudging my hand with his nose, indicating he wanted petting.
"Dimka?", my mother asks me, "do you know where I put the tin opener?" I don't answer, but simply walk over to the cupboard under the window and pull it out from where my nephew Paul had hidden it. I stand to my full height of 6 foot 7 and look through the window, to where a cab had pulled up outside the house next door. Seeing the man walk out towards the house in his suit and tie, which had a matching scarf also around his neck. His wife I presume steps out and hands some money over to the driver and follows the man into the house, after saying something to a girl who had just walked out behind the older woman, not looking very happy at what she was being told.
The girl walks back towards the boot of the car and opens it, and rubs a hand down her face and through her hair.
Wow, I thought to myself watching the girl drag bag after bag out onto the curb and into the house once the car had pulled away. She sat down after a while and stared at the bags, then finally got up and grabbed the bags. As they lifted the handles broke and things flew out everywhere. She had fallen into the pile, and for some reason, she had started to cry. I turned as I heard my sisters walking down the stairs and looking through the window. She only laughed at the poor girl. Good to know how caring my youngest sister is. Looking again to the girl on the side walk I see her look towards our house, where she doesn't know I'm watching and as the tears still run down her face, she begins to dump things back into the bags.
I head out the front door, before I realise what I'm doing and walk over to her. I kneel down, realising that she hasn't spotted me yet and pick up some of the things in a neat pile and hand them to her. She looks up into my face and smiles and small smile, and grabs the things and place them in the case. As she takes more, her smooth, soft fingers brush over my hard, rough hands. She looked down hastily and did the cases up again, well, tried to anyway. We both stood and I held out my hand in a hand shake gesture and said,
"Hey, I'm Dimitri."