Human age: 19

World meetings always made Natalia's stomach flip. Going there, to discuss problems in order to ensure world peace, yet they always ended up arguing. It seemed pointless to her, yet it was something she was required to do. Plus, after world meetings, Russia always went to his house to get drunk...

She closed her eyes quickly, memories of a thousand encounters with her drunk brother flashing behind the pale eyelids. He used her... For comfort, in a sick sort of way. It for years had filled her cracks, the need to be desired by him. No, not any longer could she be satisified by a love that only she felt! She could hardly even say she feels it any more...

Walking through the doors in front of her, she could feel the muscles in her body tighten up. She was always on edge after world meetings, they made her worry. Her body couldn't take much more of the abuse it was going through. Her heart... It was broken now, there was no way to fix such a delicate thing. Then again, who would want to?

She hardly payed any attention to the meeting, since she wasn't aware that it was over until Ludwig shook her shoulder lightly. She jumped out of her skin, thinking she was already at home, and the he were Ivan, drunk already. She saw the worry in his blue eyes, and felt her heart beating like drums. She pushed him aside, dashing out the doors.

I need to just get home. Before he gets there. Lock the door.

She ran through her door, shutting it behind her, locking the doorknob, shutting the blinds of all the windows in her house. Satisfied, she turned off the lights, walking into her bedroom. she was so tired these ays, all she did anymore was sleep...

She tore off her bow, then her dress. She sat on her bed, kicking her shoes off, lifting a slender leg into the air as she peeled off her stocking. She did the other one, before taking off the garter belt. She stood quickly, looking in her dress for her night gown. She stopped, icy hands grabbing her hips.

"Natalia~." The name brushed ever so sweetly against her ear, her skin dancing for his amusement. She looked back at him, her lids covering her precious blue eyes.

"Brother, I won't do this anymore." she whispered, slapping his hands from her hips. He looked at her in dejection, his eyes trembling. Natalia could feel little knives every where in her heart, the look on his face tore her to bits. The pain was so much... She'd left him, not because she wanted to. But she'd always wanted to be with him.

But not like this...

No, not like this. Not a one-sided, emotionally-abusive relationship based off of his alcohol and her willingness to partake in his sexual fantasies. If she wasn't his sister... He'd love her so much. If she wasn't his sister, she'd be perfect for what he wanted. Someone to always be by his side. Someone to never leave. She could be that!

"I won't do it anymore!"

She grabbed a shirt, pulled it over top herself, and looked at him as sternly as she could. Why wasn't this as hard as she had thought it would be? His face... The rejection, the tears that ran down his cheeks...

She was snapped from her thoughts at the force that had been thrown at her, pushing her down onto the bed. She turned her head, seeing no more than silvery hair and large, wide shoulders. As his lips pressed against her skin, her mind panicked.

How will I get out of this?

She reached her arm over to the night table, the muscles in her back and neck straining to stretch further. She could feel pain throughout her upper body, not only from stretching, but from the weight Ivan had put onto her. She felt a slight ease rush over her, remembering at how he always enjoyed kissing before doing anything to her.

Her slender fingers gently curled into his hair, before tightening. Her brother let otu a soft sigh, happy she'd changed her mind. He dug his nails into her back, iron-arms squeazing her.

"Ahchk!" The sound was like knives in her ears, as she ripped his head away from her, getting the force off of her chest. She threw herself off the bed, and grabbed the scissors on her night table. She stood, back against the wall, facing her older brother.

"I told you I am not doing this anymore, Ivan." She spat the words like poison, the words burning like fire in her mouth. She saw the pain on his face, it was hard for her to continue... but she wanted her freedom.

Ivan dropped to his knees, rubbing his face with his large, coarse hands. She could feel the tears, watching his shoulders shake. She lay the scissors down, and kneeled next to him, her gentle hands holding onto him, before pulling him into her chest.

"I'm so sorry... Natalia..." He whispered, realizing that, maybe, this is why she'd left in the first place.

"Do not be, brother... It's my fault, too. I could have stopped it... But I was too selfish. It made me feel closer..." Her hushed voice fell silent, as she bit her lip, unsure of how to go on.

All she'd wanted was Ivan, and at times, he was eating out of the palm of her hand. Anything she desired, she could have. But once she realized he would never return all her feelings, she couldn't bare to do it anymore. The pain of losing him because of not obeying him... It frightened her for too many years. How could he forgive her for letting this happen?

"I froze, you brother."

Ivan looked up, as she tucked his scarf around his neck.

"I'm an ice girl... I could have helped you, held you up, warmed your heart..."

She trailed off, her eyes focusing on the doorway.

"There's some vodka in the freezer. Take it, and then head home."