Russia panicked and tried to shove the snow back out but it was no use, there at the edge of his bed stood a very peeved looking Ukraine. Ivan tried to play it cool(ha) "Uh hello big sister..."
But she wasn't having it "Don't you "hello big sister" me Ivan Serveyavich Braginski! do you have ANY idea how long this will take to clean?!" She had one hand rested on her hip and the other she used to scold the young Russian with a shake.
Ivan looked down and picked at some lint on his blanket, quickly getting lost in his own mind. He wondered if the lint had a big sister that got mad at him for playing in inside snow...or a little sister that tried to kill him with a broom.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!" ah the question, only when this was asked did the boy look up, and with the biggest, most adorable violet orbs at her. "Am I in trouble big sister?" His lip quivered when she nodded "what you did was very naughty, you will stand in the corner for 15 minutes, go on."
Ivan looked at her sadly before half heartedly goosteping to the corner "keep up the attitude and I will add ten minutes" She said crossing her arms. Ivan looked at her with a pout "Big sister!" But Katunisha had, had enough "I'm serious young man turn around" she did a twirling motion with her hand and gave him a foreboding stare.
With as much drama as he could muster, Russia turned on his heel to face the boring wood patterned wall. Though there was always the little knob to the left of the crease that looked like it had a face.
Ivan(having spent many hours in that area of the house) gave given it a name and a backstory. The knob was doubed Chad, a British man who was trapped into the wall due to accidental magic.
Absorbed in thinking up new adventures for Chad, Ivan failed to hear his sister telling him he could leave the corner. "Spasibo big sister, I am sorry I was bad..." Ukraine sighed softly and kisses his temple "you are forgiven little brother. Just don't do that again da?"
Ivan nodded vigorously "Da!" Katunisha smiled "good, now go get dressed, we are going to Mr Germania's house" Ivan frowned "I don't want to go, Gilbert is mean, he made me think he was nice then he tricked me into licking icicle..."
she sighed "I know vanya, at least try okay?" The small Russian huffed but nodded regardless "da starshaya sestra" and with that he ran off "Bela! We have to get dressed! We are going to Germania!"
