They had been sitting in the car for awhile, much to the woman's discomfort. She reached up slowly to take off the blindfold, but was stopped by a pair of cold, calloused hands.

"What do you think you're doing?" His voice was innocent and mocking.

She tried to pry her hands from his. The cold touch burned her warm skin. He gripped her hands tighter.

"Are you always so warm, little one?" His violet eyes were wide. She was extremely warm compared to him.

She still didn't answer.

Ivan moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap. She shivered as his cold hands ran over her exposed skin. "When we get back I will have to teach you manners. But I have never had an ordinary human woman...I will have to remember to be gentle, da?" he chuckled to himself.

Their car stopped and she was again forced to walk through the snow to board a plane. Ivan watched how she cringed when he opened the car door and how she moved close to him as they approached the plane. At one point she stumbled over a few steps and grabbed onto him for support. She almost pushed him away when he laughed. He helped her on board and into the warm cabin. After sitting her next to him he watched as she sank into the warm, leather seats.

'She looks...content,' he decided.

One of the flight attendants brought him a bottle of vodka. He gulped down almost half the bottle before he turned back to his new addition.

He was about to ask her another question, when he noticed her breathing slowed. 'She fell asleep?' He placed a hand against her cheek and felt the warmth once more.

Smiling to himself he sat back in his seat and waited for the plane to take off.

:~:

Monday, November 26, 1951

When the plane landed in the Soviet Union it was snowing worse than back in Switzerland. Ivan woke up the girl and pulled her out of her seat. Knowing his luggage would be taken care of he started back to his estate.

When the car pulled up to his house he took a moment to compose himself and stepped out of the car. He stopped when he realized no one was following him. Turning back, he found the woman growling and shivering in the car.

"Come, you have the others to meet," he said cheerfully as he pulled her out into the snow.

'It gets colder!' she questioned herself as she was dragged along.

When they finally reached the door Ivan pushed it open.

"B-Brother! You're back! How was the meeting?" his older sister, Katyusha, greeted him. His younger sister, Natalya, was close behind.

They were joined by four other men who stood and watched.

"And what you got there?" his albino servant questioned him.

All the others stared in shock at the exotic addition to their house.

"This is my newest comrade!" he asserted his ownership. "Sister, get her some clothes, but leave her eyes covered," he commanded as he pushed the woman to his older sister.

"O-Of course," she stuttered as she lead her upstairs.

"Brother, who is she?" the youngest of the trio asked.

Ivan looked down at her. She may have been beautiful, but she was far more sinister than he most of the time.

"England wanted someone to watch over her-"

"And since all will be one with us, you took her, yes?" the young Belarusian cut him off.

"Da..." He didn't want her to know he was told the woman was just a human. He was worried about her well being.

She nodded in agreement before following after her sister, leaving the four servants to face Ivan all alone.

"W-welcome back, s-sir."

He turned his attention back to his servants. There stood the three brothers, the Baltics, and the Prussian, or East Germany.

"Who's the woman?" Gilbert smirked at him.

Ivan walked over to the albino. "Will we have to repeat the other night?" he asked with an innocent smile.

He shuddered at the thought. The second eldest, Toris, decided to intervene.

"Mr. Russia, would you like some tea?"

Ivan smiled down at him. Toris always was his favourite, much to the Lithuanian's displeasure.

"Da."

Toris pulled the others with him. "We will finish preparing dinner as well."

Ivan nodded and went to go sit in his living room in front of the fire.

Once they were all in the kitchen, Toris turned to the albino. "Prussia, you really should know better."

"Kesesesese, you sound like West." Gilbert was smiling, but Toris could see the pain behind those carmine eyes.

"I wonder who that woman is," Eduard mused to himself.

"She was really pretty," Raivis added.

Gilbert turned to them. "She seemed kind of-"

"Whatever the case may be," Toris interjected. "she is probably in the same situation we are."

To that, they all agreed.

:~:

When the sisters returned with the girl, still blindfolded, they all met in the living room with Ivan.

"Thank you, sisters." he smiled at them, then looked back to the woman.

She now had on a pair of Katyusha's boots, a black pair of trousers, and an obviously oversized beige shirt. Katyusha stood on one side of her while Natalya was on the other. Katyusha and the woman were around same height, while Natalya was the shortest.

"Brother, why is she still blindfolded?" Katyusha asked while looking over at the woman.

"Because that's how she came." Ivan was no longer looking at the new comer. His attention was now turned to Gilbert, who had been staring at her for some time.

"Maybe she's blind," Raivis whispered to Eduard. He hummed and shrugged in response.

"Just take it off already," Gilbert hissed.

'I know that voice...' She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt the same hands from before go through her hair.

Gilbert moved in closer as Ivan began to untie the blindfold.

Instinctively her eyes clamped shut when all the bright light fled in. Remembering that she was in a house of strangers she tried to open them to allow them to adjust. Managing to catch a glimpse of her eyes, Gilbert tackled the woman.

"I knew it! I knew my awesome wouldn't fail me!" he exclaimed, hugging the woman tightly. When he finally pulled away, to allow her to breathe, she was shocked by crimson eyes. Realization hit her as she stared up at him.

"Come on-" A calloused hand around his throat cut him off as he was hoisted up and thrown across the room. A loud crash echoed through the house as his back collided with the wall.

She jumped up and was about to run to the albino's aid, but she was stopped by that frigid grasp. Following the arm of her captor she observed him for the first time.

She had never seen a man like him. He was massive- tall, with broad shoulders. His porcelain skin made her think he was either close to death or a doll. But his eyes struck her the most. She had never seen any person with eyes that held such childish malice, or that were violet for that matter.

Simultaneously, Ivan's heart stopped under her gaze. Her eyes, almond-shaped, unlike the others there, were seductive; luring him into their golden depths. Never had he seen any human, or nation, with pure golden eyes.

He was jolted out of his trance by Gilbert laughing.

"You remember me, right kid?"

"Wait, you know who she is?" Ivan demanded, confused. 'England said she was human…'

"Of course I do, I know everything," the Prussian declared arrogantly, wincing slightly as he rose from the floor.

"Then who is she?" Natalya demanded impatiently.

"That," he grinned wickedly. "is Egypt."