Cursed Soul: Well, here's chapter two. I hope you like it.
Russia: They'll like it... or they'll meet my pipe, da. *creepy aura*
Sami: WHAT? Russia, don't be so mean.
America: DUDES! Like, let them read the chapter already!
Cursed Soul: Alright, well, I still don't own Hetalia. Sad right? *Cries*
Cursed Soul: Well, enjoy this fluff-tastic-ish chapter! :D
Overnight
The two friends kept walking together, and it soon became dark outside. The sun fell below the horizon, and the cruel Russian weather unsheathed its cold claws onto poor Sami. Being so used to a warmer climate, she found herself shivering uncontrollably every time the wind picked up; which was every couple seconds to her dismay. Her long black hair kept slipping out of its ponytail and flying into her face every now and then, forcing her to fix the annoying problem. Her grip on Russia's hand tightened as the wind picked up again, and he noticed her strange behavior directly afterwards.
"Are you…cold?" He asked the small girl walking next to him with a hint worry in his usually neutral tone.
Sami looked up into his purple eyes, "Y-yeah, j-just a little…" She began shivering once more and her grip on his hand tightened to the point it was cutting off circulation.
Russia chuckled and ignored her grip, "Well, I suppose you're not used to colder weather."
Sami's eyes widened in disbelief, "Is it always this cold here?"
"This is nothing." Russia informed the girl, "There isn't even any snow right now."
Sami's mouth almost fell open, "You mean, it gets even COLDER?"
Russia smiled at her, "Da, it's usually much colder than this." He paused, "And there's usually a blanket of snow as far as you can see…"
Despite the fact she was cold, Sami's face lit up with excitement as she began to overload her taller friend with questions, "Russia, what's snow like? Is it soft like everyone says? I've never seen snow before! I want to so bad!"
"Woah-wait a second!" He tried to settle down the girl that attacked him with words, "What were you saying about snow?"
"I said that I've never seen it before!" Her eyes lit up, "What's snow like, Russia?"
"What's it like?..." He repeated her question and winced, "Its cold, white, and…and…" He never finished, his eyes shut and he shivered as he thought of the horrid substance.
Sami titled her head, "I'm guessing you don't like it that much, do you?"
Russia opened his eyes, and the two continued their peaceful walk together, "It's not that I don't like it, but… it's just, well… It's the only thing I ever see."
"Oh, I get it." Sami said to the boy towering over her, "I was just-brrrrrrrrr!"
Sami's teeth began to chatter violently as the wind picked up again for the thousandth time, she hadn't planned for it to be this cold; the heaviest thing she had on was a light sweater. Her skirt wasn't helping either… Russia's purple eyes burned with desperation when he realized she was freezing.
"Sami, are you ok?" He asked his small companion.
"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine… Russia." She managed to force out the words between her constant outbreak of chills.
"Here, uh, I can fix it…" He said to the girl as his voice shook with nervousness. The two friends stopped walking momentarily, and Sami looked at her friend with confusion as he unbuttoned his long jacket without hesitation. Once she realized what he was doing, she couldn't help but feel like a burden to him.
"Oh, no Russia, that's your co"- She didn't get to finish as the boy draped his jacket over her shoulders gently from behind. She felt his strong grip on her delicate shoulders and her face instantly heated up. She blushed even harder when he didn't let go.
"There, now you'll be warm~" He said to her with a genuine smile. Sami noticed his face was a bit pink. It's probably just the weather; he must be cold too…
He continued to smile at her until she spoke, "Y-yeah, I'm much better now. Thanks…"
"Of course." He said to her with a small hint of pride, "I'm used to the cold; it doesn't bother me much anymore." She noticed he was wearing a light grey long-sleeved shirt, it seemed a little thin to Sami. Isn't he going to be cold with just that? I know he said he was fine, but…
He released his grip on her, and the two began walking down the road again. The small town they were making their way through was dead quiet, the houses and stores were shut in for the night, and there wasn't a soul in sight. It made Sami feel a little uneasy… but she shook it off.
The two walked in silence, and Sami began entertaining herself out of boredom. She stared in wonder as she gently exhaled from her mouth to watch the little wisps of air delicately float away. I didn't know it was THIS cold out…She stopped her strange behavior, hoping her friend hadn't seen it.
Then, she noticed something. She wasn't cold anymore; Russia's coat had actually worked. She began to notice things she hadn't moments earlier…
The tan overcoat she now had wrapped around her tiny form was slightly dragging on the ground, it was just plain huge on her. What fit Russia perfectly was absolutely gigantic on Sami. The sleeves came way over her hands, she almost giggled when it made her think of China. So she attempted to roll them up, and straighten it out. Then a stray thought came over her, and she blushed furiously at the absurdity of it. I wonder what he smells like…Wait a second. What am I thinking? But…
With the coat's sleeves successfully rolled up, she gripped the neckline of the jacket and brought it closer to her face. Checking to make sure her companion hadn't noticed, which he hadn't, she inhaled deeply. It smells… sweet. Like… Well, I don't know how to describe it… Sweet, like; do I smell… sunflowers?...
"What are you doing?" She heard a familiar voice ask.
Sami jumped out of surprise and stammered, "O-oh, I was just"-
Russia chuckled at her startled reaction, "Forget it… it's alright." The two continued walking, until Russia came to an abrupt stop. Sami ran smack dab into the taller boy's back, with a small "oomph" noise. She came around and stood next to him, and asked:
"Huh, what are y- WOAH!" Her eyes widened at the sight of an absolutely huge house.
"We're here, da." He said to her happily.
Her hazel eyes dilated to the point her pupils nearly disappeared, "This is where you live! It's enormous!"
"Da, this is the place!" He said to her happily, and grabbed her hand. "Now let's get you inside where it's nice and warm~"
"O-ok…" She mumbled as he took her up the sidewalk and up to the massive front door. He opened it with a small squeak, and Sami felt warm air rush out to meet her. He held open the door and gave a quick motion with his hand to guide her inside. Sami took a hesitant step into the large house, but felt relieved that she'd finally be able to rest for a while. She heard Russia step into the house and shut the door behind her.
The house was quiet, so Sami took a quick survey of her surroundings. She could see that the hallway she was currently standing in led into many other rooms. She tried to make out the different areas…That one looks like a library… A kitchen?... That's one the dining hall...There's the stairs leading to the second floor…Oh, there's the living room!...
"Here, I'll put this back where it belongs." Sami felt Russia grip her shoulders and lift the huge coat off of her tiny form. He began walking down the hallway with the jacket in his hands. "You can look around if you want…"
She heard him disappear down the hall.
Sami walked down the hallway and into the living room, leaving Russia behind. She noticed it was much warmer in there than the hallway had been. She searched the room until her eyes fell upon a fireplace, with flames steadily burning within it. Wait a second… why is a fire going when no one's home?...Then she remembered the Baltics. Oh, that's right! Russia said that the Baltic States lived with him in this house… I wonder where they are….
Just then she heard a voice, "Uh, Miss… How did you get in here?"
She whirled around and collided with a young boy. His aquamarine eyes were huge with worry and his short light brown hair was a little disheveled. He wore an adorable red uniform.
"Oh, I was just…you see"- Sami was cut off by the younger boy as he grabbed her hand to take her to the nearest door.
"You shouldn't be here! I have to get you out before Mr. Rus"-
"Before I do what, Latvia?" She saw Russia come through the doorway with a smile spread across his face.
"Oh, n-nothing… Mr. Russia, sir. There seems to be a girl in the house! I was just asking her how she had managed to get in"-
"I brought her home, da." He said to the young boy happily.
The boy tensed up, "O-of course you did! Yeah…"
Russia came over and patted the tiny boy on the head, "She needed a place to stay the night. So I offered to bring her here."
Once Russia stopped rubbing Latvia's hair, the small boy looked at Sami with a glance that sent the message "You shouldn't have come…"
"Where are Lithuania and Estonia?" Russia asked the third Baltic.
"O-oh, last time I saw them, they were in the kitchen!" Latvia said to Russia nervously.
"Ok, I'll be right back Sami." He turned and disappeared down the hall once again. Instantly, Latvia began questioning the girl next to him.
"Why did you come? Are you a nation? Did he force you? What happened?" He grasped Sami on the shoulders and nearly shook her.
"I-I came because I wanted too!" She exclaimed to the small boy. Latvia dropped his hands in defeat and utter surprise.
"What? Have you gone crazy?" Latvia's eyes dilated at what she'd said to him.
Sami looked at him with confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
"Are you a nation?" He asked the girl, "Because if you are"-
"Yes, I am a nation." She locked eyes with him, "What's wrong with that?"
Latvia mouth nearly fell open, "You'll never leave, that's what!"
Sami tilted her head, "And why not? I'm just staying until the meeting tomorrow"- the younger one cut her off in panic.
"You don't understand! Mr. Russia will"- He cut himself off when he heard footsteps coming back down the hallway. "I'll explain later!"
Estonia, Lithuania, and Russia came into the living room shortly afterwards.
Sami could hardly contain her excitement, "Russia, are these the Baltic States?"
"Da, these are them." He said to her happily. "Latvia, Estonia, and Lithuania."
"Which one is which?... I know you're Latvia." She said pointing to the boy that had gone over to stand by the other two States after they had come into the room.
Latvia sighed, "Yeah, that's me." He nudged the nation next to him in the side gently.
The blonde one spoke after Latvia had elbowed him. "Y-yes, well…I am Estonia."
Then the longer haired brunette spoke, "I am Lithuania."
Sami came over to stand with them; she stretched out a hand to greet the States, and said with a friendly smile, "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm American Samoa, but you can call me Sami if you'd like."
The three looked at her outstretched hand with wide eyes, Estonia was the first to reach out and shake it hesitantly. "W-well, I suppose it's nice to meet you too." His indigo eyes showed a small hint of sparkle even though he seemed out of it. Sami couldn't figure out why…
After he'd let go, Lithuania took hold of her tiny hand, "Hello, S-Sami." She could tell he was a little nervous, so she gave him a warm smile. He relaxed a little more when she did that.
She let go and reached out towards Latvia; it took him a minute, but he eventually grasped her hand, "I hope we can become good friends…"
"Me too." Sami said to the small boy with warm eyes. Latvia gave her a weak smile in return; she could tell he was still worried about her.
Sami looked over towards Russia; he gave her a reassuring smile. It made the girl feel more comfortable talking to them all.
After a moment, Sami spoke again, "I don't mean to be rude and pry, but can you tell me a little about yourselves? Please?" She looked at the three states with excitement. "There are so many things I want to ask you guys."
The Baltics gave each other curious glances, and then Lithuania spoke:
"Well, ya… I guess ve could tell you some things." He shrugged and spoke gently to the girl.
"There is much I would like to learn about you as well… I wonder what Samoan culture is like?" Estonia thought to himself out loud with a smile.
"Yah, is it warm were you live?" Latvia asked the girl with wonder in his eyes.
Sami giggled, "Yes, it's very warm where I live. My country's islands are tropical, after all."
"Wow, that's so cool." Latvia said to her with joy in his voice.
"Yeah, but what about you guys? Isn't it ever warm here?" She asked the three of them.
Lithuania made a puzzled face, "Every once in a while, but not otherwise."
"Oh…" Sami looked down, "But it sure is beautiful."
Latvia tilted his head, "What do you mean "beautiful"?"
"The snow, silly." She said happily, "Well, I know there isn't any right now… but I've never seen any before. You guys are lucky."
The three states exchanged confused glances once more at her interest in the substance that caused them freezing winters and miserable seasons. Latvia shrugged his shoulders at the taller two beside him.
"I suppose, if you put it in that way." Estonia said to her with understanding in his voice.
"See!" Sami said happily to him, "I told you so."
"Well, I am glad you think zhat way Sami." Lithuania said to her with a gentle grin. "Not many countries do."
Sami gave the three of them a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation at the many questions she had ready to ask them. But, her excitement didn't last long, when Russia spoke up again:
"Sami, did you eat anything before you came to the meeting?"
Sami looked over to the Russian that had somehow made his way next to the girl without her even noticing. "Oh, u-uh, not really. I mean, I sorta ran out of time when America came to get me. He offered me some of his food, but I didn't take it." Sami made a face at the mention of the fast food her friend had offered her earlier that very day.
"Oh, well are you hungry then?" He asked her quietly.
"Well, maybe a little"-
"S-sir, we could take her to the kitchen if you want." Lithuania said quickly.
"Y-yeah, we could f-find her something to eat." Latvia added in nervously.
"I-I am sure we could make her dinner, Mr. Russia." Estonia mumbled as Latvia took refuge behind him.
Russia shook his head, "No, I can take her." He grabbed her hand, "Come on Sami."
"B-but Russia! I wanted to talk to them some more." She complained as he took her out of the living room and down the hallway towards the kitchen. She glanced back over her shoulder, but the Baltics were already out of sight.
"Don't worry; you can talk to them tomorrow some more if you want." He led her into the kitchen, flipping the light switch as they entered. Sami winced at the bright light, her sensitive eyes dilating in response.
She stood in the doorway as he made his way over to the countertop. Sami quickly surveyed the room, it was large. The cream-white walls stood out against the stone tiled floor, a small table for two sat over to the side of the room close to the doorway Sami entered through. The glazed wooden countertops added a feel of luxury to the atmosphere that calmed Sami. She ran her fingers over one of the smooth table as she began to make her way over to her companion.
"Do you just want a snack or are you hungrier than that?" His back was turned to her as he began to open the cabinets in search of something for the small girl. Sami watched him for a moment, as he scavenged through the many cupboards lining the room.
"Oh, uh, a snack would be nice." She said as she came over to stand next to him. It took him a moment to notice she was by his side; when he did, he gave her a weak smile.
"Well, let's see…I have some fresh pirozhiki from this morning." He gave offered the girl as he opened a small container from on the counter.
"Oh, I don't know…" Sami said skeptically, "What's pirozhiki?"
"What is it?" He said as he took out a small roll that resembled some type of bread from the container. "They're bread usually eaten during dinner, filled with meats and things."
"How is that a snack?" Sami asked the boy as she crossed her arms.
He chuckled, "Not these ones though. This one's like a dessert, I had them made for breakfast. So, it's a snack."
"Really? That sounds good." Sami, said as she took one from his outstretched hand.
Russia took a bite from his first and gave her a reassuring look. "They taste great, you'll like it; da." He continued to eat as Sami inspected hers.
She took a hesitant bite of the bread; she couldn't put her finger on what it was filled with, but it was extremely sweet and creamy. "It does taste really good." Sami said happily and took another mouthful.
Russia chuckled, "You sure are hungry, aren't you?" He grabbed one of the small rolls from the container and put it into her hands after she finished her first, "Have a second one."
"Fa'afetai lava." She said to the boy with gratitude. Russia gave her a questioning look.
Sami noticed his puzzled expression and realized he probably hadn't understood her, "Oh, I'm sorry. "Fa'afetai lava" means "Thank you very much" in my native language. I didn't mean to confuse you, sorry." She apologized to him quickly.
"Oh, I see. That's alright." He smiled so she'd lighten up, "I just didn't understand what you were saying, that's all. You sure do apologize a lot though." He rubbed the top of her head playfully, ruffling her long hair.
"Hey! Russia, cut it out!" She giggled and gently shoved the tall boy in response. The two friends continued their fit of laugher as Sami fixed her askew hair. She succeeded in mending it, and sighed afterward.
The two laughed some more as Sami finished her snack; then the girl let out a small yawn and rubbed one of her eyes groggily.
"Are you tired now?" She heard the boy next to her ask.
She held back another yawn, "J-just a little bit."
"Well, it is getting pretty late. I'd say past twelve." Russia looked down at his small friend and suggested, "I can show you your room now, if you want."
Sami simply nodded her head in response, and he grabbed her hand. He took her out into the hallway and up the flight of stairs to the second floor. He watched her carefully, and guided her slowly. Sami didn't pay much attention to her surroundings or where he was leading her, she just followed him quietly.
"Here we are." Russia said to her softly. They stopped next to one of the many wooden doors dotting the long hallway they'd entered moments earlier. He opened it and took her inside; he flipped on the light switch.
Sami glanced around the room quickly, taking in the scenery. The room was decorated with gentle colors and intricate designs. There was a bed to the side, near to the windows so you could look outside from the comfortable seat. She spotted a closet next to a small bookshelf, and then turned to her friend.
"If you're wondering, this used to be my older sister's room… You're welcome to use the clothes she's left here if you want; I know you don't have any with you." He informed her as he opened one of the dresser drawers next to the bed. He pulled out some extra blankets and placed them on top of it. "You can use these too, if you get cold."
"Oh, ok." Sami said to him with a smile. "Fa'afetai lava." She said to him quietly, hoping he'd remembered what she'd told him earlier.
He smiled, "Your welcome."
Sami's face lit up when she realized he had remembered what the phrase meant.
Russia turned to leave, reaching out for the doorknob, when he felt something tug on the hem of his shirt. He turned around, to see Sami standing close behind him.
He tilted his head, "What is it Sa"-
He was cut off when the girl wrapped herself around his midsection before he could stop her from doing so.
"Manuia le po, ma… Va'ai fa'alelei." She whispered silently as she snuggled up to him, and he nervously wrapped his arms around her tiny figure. He pulled her close, and brought her into a tight embrace.
A moment passed, and then Russia had mustered enough courage to speak:
"Sladikikh snov, saami." He said to her with a grin, she looked up at him with her earthen hazel eyes.
"What's that mean?" She questioned him out of curiosity.
"I can't tell you, because I have no clue what you just said either." His grin became devious as he teased her.
She made a face at his answer, but sighed in defeat shortly afterward, "I guess that's fair enough."
The two stood there for a minute, then both of their faces turned bright shades of red when they realized they hadn't let go of one another.
Russia let go of the small girl and turned for the door. He opened it slowly and turned to face her before leaving, "I-I'll see you tomorrow… If you need anything my room is down the hall, so is the Baltics'."
Sami's face was still a little pink, "Y-yeah, see you in the morning."
Russia took one last glance at her, "Good night." He said quietly, and shut the door silently behind him.
Sami stood near the doorway for a moment, processing the events that had happened before the boy had left the room. What did he say? I couldn't understand him…Why did he hug me back? Am I just imagining this?...She shook her head, and forced the thoughts out of her mind.
She turned on the lamp sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, and turned off the room's main light source with the flip of a switch as she made her way over to the closet.
The room was darker now, so she had a harder time seeing what she was doing; but she found a pair of pajamas that satisfied her taste nonetheless. They were simple lavender colored capri's and a tank top.
She went back over to the bed; changed out of her clothes and into the comfortable nightwear. Sami undid her ponytail and ran her hands through her hair a few times before letting it fall to her waist. She neatly folded her clothes and put them into the bag she'd been carrying with her all day. After that, she set the bag down next to the bed, and climbed in. She turned the bedside lamp off with one fluid motion of her hand and pulled the sheets over herself. Then, the darkness of the room took over her sight.
It took her a few minutes to settle in, but soon enough she started to drift away. She forced herself to hang onto consciousness as thoughts continued to fly through her head: What did he say to me? I want to know… She yawned and her eyes began to flutter. She nestled her head into the pillow she was gripping; and brought the sheets up to her face for warmth in attempt to fight the cold. But I guess… that can wait… until morning…
"Va'ai fa'alelei…" She forced out the whisper once more, before the darkness of the night engulfed her completely.
Russia entered his room as quickly as possible; slamming the door behind him, not caring if the entire house had heard it clearly. His head was spinning out of control; his heart was about to shatter his weakening ribcage as it pounded against his will, and his entire body shook with anticipation that he couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried.
He made his way across his moonlit bedroom, struggling to comprehend what was going on with himself. He sank down into his bed without hesitation, tearing off most of his clothes until he had on just his thin undershirt and pants. He threw everything he'd taken off into a pile on the hard wooden floor. After a moment of laying in silence, Russia began gripping the freezing sheets in his hands so hard that he could feel blood begin to ooze out as his nails dug deeper into his own flesh, tearing his palms open. The boy winced as the warm liquid continued to mock him within the cold isolation of the darkened room. He was alone.
I'll always be alone… He clenched his teeth as he tried his hardest to calm himself down and push his thoughts away. Eventually, as minutes passed, he succeeded in finally getting himself to relax a bit. His hands throbbed as their continuous uproar of pain ensued without end. His body began to numb as the frigid temperature of the vacant room seemed to grow stronger at his presence, and he shivered as it only proceeded to get worse.
Why? Why am I always like this?...alone… He stared up at the ceiling above, as if waiting for an answer to fall to him from thin air. To his dislike, no answer came. I don't understand… Why am I feeling this?...What does it mean?...Russia wondered to himself, but…part of him already knew the answer.
It's her, isn't it?... Why isn't she afraid of me? Everyone else avoids me, fears me… Despite his body's cries of protest, his fists clenched together once more; letting out a new trickle of blood that dampened the white sheets and turned them a dark crimson red. She doesn't run…She doesn't hide…She doesn't scream…She doesn't even look away…His thoughts froze for a second, and then shot into overload. And… She doesn't hate me…Why?...Why doesn't she hate me? WHY?
Russia's head began to pound in recoil as he forced himself to think harder and harder. His purple orbs narrowed in pain, and his hands were still clenched into tight fists, even though he'd lost feeling of them minutes ago.
I don't understand this feeling… Why do I smile around her?... Why does she smile around me?... How can she still laugh when I'm with her?...An endless amount of questions with no answer continued to soar through his already disorientated mind…Is it because… She, likes me?... NO. That can't be it… but, do I like her?...
Russia's mind blanked after his last thought, and it took him a minute to process what he'd just asked himself. Do I…like Sami?... His purple eyes began to dim as he went deeper into his thoughts. NO-well. I don't know… But, I can't, can I?...
Russia flinched as he continued to struggle for an answer. No, I can't. I'd only hurt her, injure her, crush her, poison her… wouldn't I?...
At last, Russia loosened his grip on the now blood soaked bed sheets and placed one of his bleeding hands over his chest, he felt his consciousness begin to drift away as he focused on the strong rhythmic beating within. No… no…no….I don't deserve her, not at all… Russia's tainted heart continued to beat in the sickening rhythm he despised, long after the remnants of his mind had all but faded away.
Will I always be…alone?...
Sami awoke to the early morning light filtering through the window shades gently caressing the room in refreshing waves of energy. Her hazel eyes fluttered open and she let out a small yawn. She left the warm bed sheets and stood up to stretch her tired body in an attempt to wake herself up.
As soon as she'd woken up enough, she went over to the dresser across from the bed on the other side of the small room. She did a quick check-up in the mirror sitting atop the dresser, smoothed out her silken hair, and straightened out her lavender pajamas. There, much better. She thought to herself satisfied.
Then another stray thought crossed her mind, and she smiled. What time is it I wonder? She took a glance at the tiny clock resting on the table beside the bed. It's only six o' clock? I did wake up early… Good, that means I can make breakfast for everyone like I wanted! Sami happily straightened out her askew bed sheets before making her way to the bedroom door.
She opened it silently, and slowly stuck her head out. She checked up and down the hallway, no one was in sight. She slipped out into the hallway and shut the door quietly behind her. Sami made her way through the hallway and down the huge flight of stairs, where she turned the corner to enter the kitchen.
Once inside, she began to gather up frying pans, and the ingredients she needed to make breakfast. She began to mix the batter, adding in some coconut cream and cinnamon to create her favorite flavor, and lit the stove. Once the stove was working properly, she spread the batter out into little circles on the large pan. I hope these guys like pancakes… Sami wondered as she continued to pour the liquid. Almost immediately, the entire kitchen smelled of cinnamon and cocoanut; Sami took a deep breath and sighed in delight. The girl began flipping the pancakes when she heard a voice:
"Do you need any of zhe helps?"
The voice startled Sami and she instantly turned around, almost face-planting directly into a very surprised Lithuania.
The brunette boy flinched at her reaction, and the two nearly squealed. Sami spoke, "Oh! It's just you Lithuania!"
"Yes, it's me… I am sorry for startling you, Sami." He was next to her now that she'd settled down, "I walked past zhe kitchen and saw you, so I thought I'd help." He was still in his pajamas, which made Sami giggle.
After she settled down, Sami gave him a questioning look. "Are you sure? You don't have to help me if you don't want too."
Lithuania gave her a warm smile, "Of course I want to help, so what are you making?" He looked over her shoulder and gazed down at the stovetop.
"Just some pancakes, nothing too fancy." Sami said to him from over her shoulder.
"They don't really smell like zhe pancakes though…What did you put in them?" He asked the girl that continued to flip the items on the pan as he handed her the rest of the pancake batter.
"Oh, I added in some of my favorite things, like coconut cream. It tastes really good that way, you'll like it!" She promised the boy next to her with a happy grin.
Lithuania smiled happily, "If you say so…I'll make some tea for breakfast, sound good Sami?" He asked her politely.
"Yeah, sure! That sounds great!" Sami thanked the boy as he started to pour water into a teapot in order to heat it.
Lithuania continued making the sweet herbal tea, when Sami heard two voices turn the corner and come into the kitchen. She immediately recognized them and her face lit up.
"Estonia! Latvia!" Sami set down the spatula she'd been holding in her hands, and turned to see the two Baltics enter the room. They were also still in their pajamas too, they'd obviously forgotten there would be a girl in the house that morning. Latvia rubbed his blue eyes before recognizing her, and his face immediately lit up.
"Good morning, Sami!" Latvia came up to her with a cute smile; Sami gave him a quick friendly hug, making the shorter boy turn red in the face.
"Good morning to you too!" She said to the young boy warmly, and turned back to the stove.
Estonia cleared his throat before speaking, "Uh, good morning, Sami."
Sami had already picked up her spatula again, and had begun flipping pancakes. She turned to the blonde boy, "Hello Estonia, did you sleep well?"
His face turned a little pink and he adjusted his glasses, "Oh well, I suppose so. Did you?"
Sami nodded, "Yes, I slept great." Sami turned off the stove and set a huge plate of pancakes on the counter beside her. "You guys ready for some breakfast?"
Latvia eagerly responded to her question, "Yeah, I'm so hungry. What about you Lithuania?"
The brunette looked up from the tea he was almost finished making and said, "Yes, I'm ready for some breakfast as well."
"Me too." Added Estonia from the other side of the room. He was going through the cabinets and pulling out silverware for everyone to use, along with plates.
"The tea is done, so we can go into the dining hall now if you want." Lithuania came up to Sami, holding a pitcher of warm tea in his hands. Estonia grabbed the rest of the silverware, and Latvia took hold of the pancakes, along with some maple syrup he managed to find in the cabinet-to everyone's delight
Then, a thought hit Sami. She shook her head at Lithuania's suggestion, "You guys can start eating. I'll be right back, I forgot something." She turned and quickly exited the kitchen, flying up the stairs and ending up in the bedroom hallway. She'd heard the Baltics call out after her, but she kept going anyway. Sami slowly walked down in the vacant hall. He must be in one of these rooms… I think he said it was the one farthest down, right?
Sami kept walking down the hallway until she came to the very end; there were a pair of doors, which looked like they'd lead into some type of bedroom. She gulped and took a deep breath while closing her eyes for a moment. I'm just waking him up for breakfast… After all, it wouldn't be fair if he missed it and everyone else ate without him.
She opened her eyes, and hesitantly reached out. She gently knocked on the door, and waited patiently afterwards for a few minutes; hoping for a response. No answer.
Sami's face paled, turning her tanned skin to a milky cream color. I can't just walk in and wake him up!... Can I? She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. It doesn't matter! He's my friend after all, and I bet he won't mind… I hope.
Summoning all of her courage, she reached out to grab the doorknob. Once it was firmly in her hand, she twisted it carefully, and silently opened the door just enough to stick her head in. It was darker in the room than the hallway had been, so it took her eyes a moment to adjust.
"Russia… Breakfast is ready, I came to get you." Sami said from her position next to the doorway. No answer again.
Sami's gaze fell upon the large bed on the far side of the room, and she almost instantly noticed the figure under the covers. She tensed, but relaxed when she saw the rhythmic rise and fall of the bed sheets on the side closest to her. He's still fast asleep… Should I wake him?
Sami made up her mind and walked over to the bedside, being careful not to step on the small pile of clothes on the floor. Once she had a clear view of him, she froze at the sight of something she feared.
Is that... blood on the sheets? Sami's stomach churned at the sight of the red substance dotting the area of the bed around him, and she also noticed a couple tears in the fabric. What happened?...She turned her attention to the sleeping boy next to her, and took in the sight of him.
The boy was halfway under the many bed sheets; and his pillows were locked firmly in his strong grasp as if he absolutely needed to hang onto something. Sami continued to stare in awe, eyes wide. Hesitantly, she reached out to brush away some of the silver hair covering his placid face.
She smiled, his peaceful expression made her feel warm inside. He kinda looks… cute. She blushed at the thought. She listened to the sound of him breathing softly, and kneeled down next to the bed so she was at his eye level.
She grasped his shoulder tenderly, and shook him gently. "Hey, sleepy-head… Breakfast is ready you know."
He moaned quietly, and she nudged him again in hope of finally waking him. "Russia, you can't sleep forever."
His eyes fluttered open, and she came face to face with the violet orbs that made her heart skip a beat whenever she saw them. Russia winced in confusion, and then suddenly realized who he was staring at when his gaze fell upon the hazel color he knew so well.
"Sami?" He forced out with a small yawn.
She giggled, "Yeah, it's me silly. I've been trying to wake you up for a while now." She said from the bedside.
"Why? I'm tired…" He complained and pulled the sheets up to cover his head, the two were still incredibly close, but neither noticed.
"Cause I didn't want you to miss out on breakfast, that's why." Sami replied happily and uncovered his face playfully, to his dislike, "Now come on, or the food is gonna get cold." She grabbed his arm and tugged to motivate him. He gave her a questioning look before sighing in defeat.
"Alright… I'll get up then if it makes you happy." Sami let go as he sat up and stretched, cracking a few bones as he arched his back. He rubbed his eyes and stood up afterward, towering over her as usual. He wore a simple undershirt, the pants he'd been wearing the day before, and his trademark scarf.
Sami gave him a warm smile as she looked up at him, "There, now let's go." She took hold of his hand and dragged the still-half-asleep boy out the door carefully. Russia followed her quietly, watching her from behind with a small hint of happiness in his usually dark eyes.
Sami kept hold of his hand, not wanting to let go as they continued down the hallway together. "I made pancakes, I hope you like them the way I do."
"Sounds good to me." He said from behind her, and she heard his stomach growl in agreement to her statement.
She turned to face him at the noise; he seemed embarrassed at the fact that she'd heard it. "S-Sorry…" He apologized, but Sami giggled and let go of his hand.
She gave him a quick hug, to his surprise. "Why are you sorry?... That was adorable." She forced out the last part, regret poking at the back of her mind when she realized how ridiculous it must've sounded to him. She looked up at him; his expression was hard to read as she still hung onto him. She quickly let go and grabbed his hand again, the two walked down the staircase together.
The duo remained quiet the rest of the way, too nervous to speak after the awkward hug. Russia followed along obediently, tightening his grip on her hand the slightest bit, hoping she wouldn't notice the extra pressure. Sami held back the apology she wanted to give him for being so abrubt; and the entire way to the dining hall, the small girl did her best to ignore the fact… that Russia's hands were torn and caked with blood.