Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: Heh. Sorry. I was planning on posting this yesterday, but I got sidetracked by a different story and I didn't have time to review. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter. Some more fluff at Ivan's house and I actually don't remember what's in this chapter so we'll see what happens =D ENJOY!

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You felt so fuzzy and warm, your face snuggling into the fluffy folds of your big coat. After Ivan had left the house for some reason or whatever, Toris gave back your clothes that were dry-cleaned and squeaky clean! You looked at the holes that were supposed to be in your coat and you smiled that Toris patched them all up for you. You sighed as you fussed in front of a mirror, fixing the coat and big black gloves on your hands before pulling up your pants so they wouldn't fall down. Then you tucked the ends of your bushy pants into your large military black snow boots. You combed your hair before putting your big hat atop your head, huffing in annoyance since the hat was a little too big for your head and made it hard to see. "I guess that'll have to do," you shrugged, grabbing a necklace that Toris had given you and smiling at it. It was a light blue and white locket, the design of snowcapped mountains on the front and back. Yet if you open the locket you find pressed in leaves: greens, yellows, oranges, and even reds. You loved to stare at the leaves when you were home and wishing for warmth, your мама telling you that you had always had the necklace, but you always felt the locket came from her. You loved the colors of the leaves and loved the idea that they came from a warm and happy place. You put the necklace around your neck and tucked it into your coat, the necklace hanging in front of the several undershirts you wore, which had also been patched and sown together by Toris.

Lastly you grabbed your weapon of choice, a simple metal rod that you tucked into your coat to protect yourself from other countries. You had various other weapons you had either found or obtained from your мама and around your house, but the metal rod was simple and rather light compared to the other weapons you had come across. Plus, with the right swing, you could really leave an indent, even knock down a tree! After tucking the rod into your coat you fixed yourself one more time before turning to the door, the wolf following behind you as you walked down the hallway and down the stairs. "Toris?!" you called, hearing a faint sound as you smiled and wandered into the kitchen. He turned his head to look at you and you smiled to him, his eyes softening slightly by how cute you looked in your oversized outfit. "I wanted to thank you for everything. Y-you didn't have to sew my coat up –"

"I wanted to," he smiled, grabbing something from the stove before handing you a cup of hot tea. "You must be awfully cold with all those holes in your coat –"

"They've always been there," you shrugged, poking a large patch on your elbow before giving the man a grin, "but its okay. I'll forgive you for patching them up."

"Uhh… okay," Toris blinked at you confused, looking down to notice the wolf following behind you while you slurped your drink and set it down on a nearby counter.

"So I'll be out because I have to find wolfie's мама. If Ivan asks tell him I'll be back by… at least nightfall, okay?" You grinned, getting a nervous look from Toris as he gave you a nod.

"O-okay [insert-name]. I will tell Russia for you." You nodded back and began to hum to yourself, throwing open the back door and walking outside into the snow.

You sighed, closing the screen door behind you before jumping down the patio steps and into the field beyond. Everything was white, white except for the house Ivan lived in, but you knew your way in the snow. All you needed to do was find the pup's мама and you'll hopefully be back by supper time. "Wolfie!" You began to call, whistling into the cool, crisp air. "Wolfie's мама! Where are you?!... Wolfie, do you know where you мама could be?"

The wolf let out a snort as if he heard what you said and sniffed the air, your boots crushing the snow underneath you as you followed the pup deep into a nearby forest. Suddenly the wolf stopped and howled, the sounds around you pausing as you waited for an answer. The pup stood upright for a while, soon a soft whine escaping his throat as he began to howl again for an answer. "Hey it's okay," you smiled, running a comforting glove through his fur as he whimpered, "We'll keep looking, even if it takes all day –"

You paused, suddenly hearing a howl, and you both turned to the sound and ran as fast as you could through the large piles of snow.

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"Oh god, oh god, oh god! W-w-we need to get Siberia back!" Raivis cried, Eduard quickly covering his mouth so he'd stop talking.

"She said she'll be back and I trust her –"

"Then you can tell Russia for us Lithuania," Eduard told the country, the three Baltic countries letting out a yelp when they heard the door creaking and steps being heard outside the door.

"H-he's here! We're going to d-d-die! –"

"I got this," Toris sighed, taking off his apron and running a trembling hand through his hair while he gulped and made his way from the kitchen into the living room, and from there down the hallway and to the door.

Before Toris could grasp the handle the wind blew the door wide open, Toris letting out a startled yelp and shied away into a closet. "Я дома," Ivan called into the house, but wasn't very loud as he used his boot to close the door and set his hat down on a coat rack. "… Anyone here –"

"Mister Russia, I'm right here," Toris admitted, though he quickly wished he hadn't said anything when he noticed the man was in a bad mood. "C-can I take your coat for you –"

"Нет," Ivan roughly responded and Toris flinched back quickly. "I need to speak to [insert-name]… Where is she? Siberia! You asleep!?"

"U-uhhh Russia," Toris chuckled nervously, "I-I need to tell you that… that…"

"That what Toris?" Ivan asked, Toris gulping at his tone of voice as well as his use of his human name.

"That… uh… Siberia. S-she had… l-lef –"

"Hey, I'm back!" your voice called from the other side of the house, Ivan staring at Toris puzzled until annoyance flooded his features and he trudged down the hallway to the other side of the house.

When he came upon you, you were closing the back door and shivering from the cold. You smiled up at him, even though you had snow all over your body, and brushed the heavy pile of snow on your head onto the ground beside you. "Да, where were you little one –"

"So I wanted to bring the little wolfie back to his мама and since you were gone I told Toris to tell you," you said, pointing to the man you spotted down the hallway as he stared at you in fear and quickly took off. You blinked confused before looking back up to the taller man, a grin on your face as you took off your hat and continued to brush snow from your clothes. "It took us an hour, but we found his мама and guess what… he has little siblings! So cute!" You giggled, coughing into your gloves and rid yourself of the snow that had tucked itself into the top of the inside of your boots.

"You… left to return the wolf to his mother?" Ivan asked, your head nodding as you looked back up with a grin.

"Of course. I told you I wanted to," you chuckled to him. Your smile grew larger when you noticed his eyes were softening, so you took off your gloves and walked over to a nearby table to put your belongings down.

"What's with the snow –"

"I ended up staying a bit longer than I expected because I was playing around with the puppies," you giggled and sat down on a chair, taking off your boots and setting them beside the door. "They were so much fun! Anyways they had found a cave and I made my way back down the mountain, but then there was this avalanche and I got buried –"

"Are you okay little [insert-name]?" He frowned, running his glove through your hair while you nodded and swatted his hand away.

"Да," you grinned, "perfectly normal. So I got buried and it took me… I don't know. Maybe twenty minutes to dig myself out. And after that I came back here."

"… You know there was a blizzard out there –"

"I know," you told Ivan, standing up and brushing the snow and wet slush as you began to unbutton your coat. "Why?... Did you worry?"

"Нет," he answered roughly, "I thought you left me –"

"Why would I leave without saying goodbye first?" you snorted, feeling incredibly insulted as you stared up at him before shrugging. "So, ummm… how was… whatever you did Ivan?"

"… I need to talk to you about something," he continued, your face slowly turning solemn once you noticed how tired he seemed. "… I had confronted America and he says that he owns you because of some sort of treaty. Is that true?"

"What?" You stared at Ivan baffled, "No! Hell no! How could that monster say something like that? Нет, that's wrong. I didn't sign anything like that… though maybe my boss did. He does things without telling me sometimes."

"So it wasn't you –"

"Ivan why would I do that? I don't even like the man," you grumbled under your breath before looking back up at the country and sighing deeply. "Russia… how could you think that I'd do something like that so quickly? I don't even know a lot of countries. It wouldn't be wise for me to just sign treaties without knowing everything first. So… don't worry about it I guess? Why? Is America doing something to my house again?"

"Нет," Ivan shook his head, though his eyes softened and a smile appeared on his face. "Not that I know of, [insert-name]."

"Okay, good!" you giggled, wrapping your hands around his waist and snuggling happily into his chest. "I thought I'd have to leave right away and I don't want to do that yet! You're fun!"

"F-fun? Me? –"

"Да, fun. You let me run around and explore. No one does that… or at least the people I know. They just worry about me," you shrugged before grasping his gloves and began to pry off the large fabric from his hands. "So ummm… are you okay? You seem angry about something –"

"Нет," Ivan smiled, letting you take off his gloves and then wrap your cold hands around his own freezing hands. "… Only wondering."

"Well okay," you nodded, pulling him away and into one of the much larger rooms, "then we can still have some fun, right Ivan?"

"Да," he smirked, "right [insert-name]."

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You were smiling contently, sitting next to Ivan as you sipped hot coco by a roaring fire. This was a lot nicer then having to do this by yourself, though after America gave you a bunch of large marshmallows, for no real reason whatsoever, you spent your time roasting the marshmallows on a stick till they became all golden and fluffy. It took you a while to perfect your technique, but after using up twenty bags you think you got the hang of the term 'roasting marshmallows over an open fire', even if that fire was in a large cold house all by yourself with only your little critter friends to accompany you –

"Little Siberia, what are you thinking?" Ivan decided to ask, noticing you had your eyes staring deeply into the fire and you'd forgotten to notice him for a good thirty minutes already.

"Oh," you looked over at him, quickly looking away and shaking your head. "Sorry~. I was just thinking about something."

"What is it, [insert-name]?" Ivan responded, a sigh escaping your lips while you scratched the top of your head before sipping your drink.

"Eh… I was thinking about how lonely my house is… and marshmallows," you shrugged.

"Marshmallows? –"

"Да. America saw that I make fires all the time and he wanted to roast marshmallows with me, but I only make the fires to keep warm." You let out another tried sigh and leaned back deeper into the couch, noticing that Ivan had grown solemn again and you continued, "I get free food, which is nice, but he doesn't stay for long because if he doesn't leave he'll be stuck all night. That's how it is with every country… they only show up during the day and leave at night… I hate that," you pouted, keeping your eyes on the fire as you thought.

You didn't notice that Ivan was grinning from ear to ear or the fact that he reached around you and wrapped an arm over your shoulder. He scooted closer to you and set his head on top of your own, your eyes looking up at him while he looked down and smiled. "If you hate being alone, you can always come here. My door is always open [insert-name]."

"… I don't know," you sighed, looking down and back to the fire. "No one cares about me. They just want my property… No one even bothers to stay over for dinner because it's so… cold."

"… I would," Ivan commented, your head shooting up to stare at him suspiciously.

Your bright purple eyes narrowed, staring intently into his own, studying him, and trying to see if he was lying. Yet as you looked all you saw was a vast chasm of various purples, ranging from starling bright red to frigid dark blue. You slowly reached up your hand to touch his face and the country let you, keeping his gaze deep on your own while your amethyst eyes studied him with interest. Your eyes sparked with a wonder that drew the man in, and you wondered what scars he had seen to have such hard eyes. "… I…" You blinked in confusion, running a hand through his bangs to move the white hairs that hid his eyes, "I… still don't know Ivan. What if you hurt me? –"

"I won't," he smiled sweetly, grabbing the hands from his head and kissing them gently. You blushed, looking down and blushing even harder when he chuckled in amusement. "Why would I hurt you?"

"… I hear that you hurt other countries," you pouted, looking down to your lap and refusing to stare at him, "and… I don't like being hurt anymore… it hurts."

"Wait," Ivan responded, tilting your chin up so you were staring back up at his worried face, "what do you mean you don't like being hurt anymore? Does someone hurt you?" Your eyes began to water. You couldn't keep calm anymore and tears began to fall from your eyes and down your cheeks. His eyes widened in shock as you began to cry, pushing your head down and scrunching up against his chest. "… Who?" he began to ask again, this time his tone much more forceful as he tightly wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you cried into his chest. "Is it America? Did England hurt you –"

"N-no it's not them!... They're not the problem," you sniffled, shivering as you felt a dark cloud that seemed to hover over Ivan and over you as well. "They're okay… I-it's not them…"

"Huush~" Ivan cooed, rocking you back and forth while you sobbed against his chest. "It's okay малыш. Just cry… just cry…" You sniffled and snorted, shivering from the cold that seemed to flood the room. Maybe it was real or imaginary, but you clung tighter to Ivan as your only source of heat… and comfort.

You didn't know how long you were there, but Ivan didn't seem to move at all. It was as if he was petrified by the fact that you were clinging to him, or maybe it was something else. After a while you had stopped sniffling, but you continued to rest against his chest and hear his heart beat through his large coat. You smiled. It was the same sound, the same 'beat… beat… beat' that lulled you to sleep through that awful snowstorm. Ivan was such a hero to you for doing that, but you continued to worry that maybe this was all just a game. Maybe he was planning on using you like the other countries. Even Matthew used you, you knew that, but he was the closest friend you had compared to America and England. You didn't even bother calling them by their human names because they are so mean and forceful. If they were there again, you swear... You close your eyes, tired of having to think of those countries. Ivan was the first to actually call you friend and you liked it. He let you stay at his house even though he doesn't have to. Plus you noticed his house was big, but empty. Kind of like your own, but he had three other countries to talk to while you only had yourself and wild animals that would wander in from time to time. You were too poor to fix anything up and plus you liked the animals. You had company with the 'pitter patter' of their paws against the floor, but it wasn't like talking to another person, another country.

That's what you hated, the loneliness. After your мама disappeared you had no one to talk to or that saw you eye to eye. To everyone else you're just a country that could be taken over in a split second… which reminds you, you'll have to return back, even though in all honesty you didn't want to leave. With everything that's happening at your place it was nice to be here in a calm, quiet house –

"BIG BROOOOTHHERRRRRRR!~" A loud voice came from the front door, followed by scratching sounds against the side.

Ivan let out a frightened cry and you yelped in surprise, the large man grabbing you tighter and burying his head into the crook of your neck. "W-what's going on –"

"Let me in big brother~~…we are meant to become one~… Open this door, brother dear! I know you're in there! Open now! Now! NOW!" Ivan shook more and you squirmed away from him, afraid of being squished as you sat down on the end of the couch you had been sitting on and staring at him confused. You raised an eyebrow. This was a side of Ivan you hadn't seen before. Usually he's so strong and composed, but right now he was fidgeting with his scarf and hiding in the corner of the couch. "Open brother~ So we can become one~! Open the door~. Open the door~~, brother~. Brother, open this door!"

"GO AWAY!" Ivan cried out, shivering back into the corner of the couch. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the scratching at the door and stood to your feet. Ivan noticed this and quickly grabbed your leg before you could walk over to the door, a yelp escaping your lips as he gripped your ankle tightly. "Don't open the door! Don't let her in –"

"Whoever's at the door is making you sad and I don't like it," you snorted roughly, Ivan's eyes widening in shock while you wiggled and forced your leg out of his grip. Noticing the confused look on the man's face you turned back to the hallway with a stone hard 'humph', shaking your shoulders and letting out a tired sigh as you composed yourself and walked to the door. You heard the Baltic countries telling you to leave the door alone, but giving Ivan one last glance you noticed he was watching you intently, wondering what you'll do.

You gave him a smile and slowly opened the door, quickly meeting the end of a knife stuck close to your throat. "Where's big brother?! – Who are you?"

"Me?" You blinked confused, your trademark childish smile on your face while you ignored the knife uncomfortably close to your throat. "Who are you?"

"… Who are you?" The young woman asked again, but you knew that she was probably much older then you by many years. Yet she was slightly shorter then you, so you used that to your advantage and towered over her.

"Not till you tell me first барышня~" you grinned back, the two of you staring each other down as she glared with hate filled dark, dead blue eyes.

The woman hissed at you, slowly digging the blade into your neck, but your eyes didn't falter as they lost their sparkle and you stared at her with dull purple eyes. She scrunched her eyebrows in irritation and continued to cut into your skin, but noticing you were unresponsive she growled in frustration and took the blade off of your neck. "It's Natasha. Now who are you –"

"[insert-name]," you smiled happily, the woman staring at you confused as you continued. "I don't know a lot of people, but are you a country?"

"… Д-да –"

"Cool!" you giggled, the blood dripping down your neck and into the clothing you wore underneath. "So what country are you?"

"… Belarus –"

"I'm Siberia. Nice to meet you," you held out your hand, giving her a happy smile, but the other woman glared at you and wondered what you were up to.

"… Siberia?" Natasha stared at you with slight interest.

"Да," you smirked happily. Then you stared at the woman confused, watching as the blade came back up to your throat and there was a mischievous glint in her blue eyes. "… Natasha? –"

"If I bring your head to brother he'll surely marry me," she smiled slyly, stabbing into your neck again and cutting back into the cut she had started with her knife. "Marry~… marry~~… marry me~~"

You pouted, feeling your neck slowly being sliced open by the other woman. Then you let out a tired sigh, causing Natasha to stop. "Oh well fine. Just end it now. I don't really care anyways –"

"Нет, stop this," a dark voice loomed behind you, grabbing Natasha's knife and gripping it so hard that the woman had to let go. "Family doesn't fight."

"B-but big brother –" Natasha's breath hitched and you stared at her confused, feeling Ivan's large fingers on your neck and you shuddered in pain.

"… Belarus~… what did you do~?" Ivan continued in a dark voice, your eye squinting in pain as he tilting your head up and pushed his fingers in your neck in a way that you felt pain surging through your body.

You could see him now. His purple eyes were dark and an eerie purple aura hovered over his head. Natasha was standing there petrified and baffled, her knife dropping to the ground as she leapt into Ivan and grabbed him by the front of his coat. "She's not family! You hate Siberia! I want to get your regions back, big brother –"

"Stop, stop!" You growled in annoyance, shoving Ivan's hand off of your neck as you sighed and took a step back, a pout on your face as you looked at the sobbing Natasha against Ivan's chest while he stared down at her darkly. "Brother and sister shouldn't fight! That's bad, bad!... I'm sitting down," you sighed, turning away from them and walking back into the living room. Ivan stared at you curiously as you sat back down where you had been sitting previously, holding your hand to your neck and letting out heavy pants. You close your eyes. There's only so much pain you can ignore before your body reminds you that you're hurt. You hated acting weak, you hated it! But… it happens, your мама told you, so you had to remember to keep calm and not show your enemies your weakness. You've shown Ivan about yourself, you realized, and it's about time you backed off and let him be –

"[insert-name], are you okay?" came a soft voice in front of you, your eyes opening to notice that Ivan was standing in front of you with a smile growing on his face. "Да, expose your neck to me. We need to clean it."

"Y-you don't have to do that," you blinked at him with glossy purple eyes, groaning as he forcefully, but gently, grabbing your head and tilted your head back so Toris could press a wet cloth against your neck. You hiss in pain, your neck having gone numb till this point, but you decided to close your eyes since you didn't want to see what they were doing to you. "… W-where's Natasha? –"

"Natasha is not allowed to see you right now," Ivan told you in a rough voice, his eyes glancing at the woman leaning against the wall and glaring at the back of your head.

"O-oh, don't do that," you pouted, hissing again when Toris tilted your head and said a quick 'sorry' before continuing. "… I didn't get to become her friend yet."

"[insert-name], you can get hurt again –"

"Toris, if I don't try to make friends then I'll be lonely and sad," you sighed, squinting your eye open to look over at Ivan before closing them again. "Besides, I've never been able to befriend my polar bear friends by crying every single time they scratch me. This isn't a big deal… you don't have to fuss over… me…" You blinked one last time before a large breath escaped your lips, your senses hearing someone calling to you, but you didn't hear them as you blacked out from exhaustion.

Ivan was calling out to you, worry filling his eyes that you had fallen asleep from blood loss, and Natasha slowly made her way from the corner of the room to the couch, a frown growing on her own face when she saw you passed out on the couch. "… Don't touch her Lithuania."

"B-but Natasha –"

"You're hurting her! Stop it!" Natasha almost grabbed hold of the man, but Ivan quickly grabbed his sister and stood up to his feet, glaring in anger as she whimpered with his sudden wrath. "… B-big brother –"

"You are trying to hurt [insert-name]. Stop this and sit down," Ivan glared, Natasha slowly sitting down on a chair on the other end of the room, staring at you as you slept and wondering why her brother was taking care of you. "… Why are you scared for her now?" Ivan sighed, scratching the back of his head and slumping down into a chair a short distance away from where Toris was fixing you up.

"… Why are you more worried about Siberia then me?" Natasha pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the ground.

"She's new," Ivan said calmly, watching as Toris cleaned off the bloody rag in a bowl of water before pressing the rag back to your neck. "She showed up one day… I can't turn her away –"

"Why not?" Natasha snorted in disgust.

"… Should I have turned you away when you showed up with Katyusha?" Ivan questioned her back, Natasha staring at Ivan confused before shaking her head and pouting again. "… She is different than her mother. I don't think I should kill her, yet."

Toris flinched, accidently pressing a finger deeply into one of your wounds and you let out a yelp of pain. Ivan quickly noticed this and shot a warning look at the man, but Toris ignored the tension and began to hum nervously to release the tension on his shoulders. "You will kill her then –"

"Don't ask questions Natasha… Why are you here again?" Ivan looked at the woman questionably, Natasha standing up and walked over to him.

She loomed behind his chair, tracing her fingers against the top of his chair as she hummed lightly to herself in an eerie way that caused Ivan to flinch. "I want you to marry me dear brother, so we can be together forever and ever –"

"Нет," you suddenly mumbled, Natasha flashing you a threatening glance as Ivan looked over at you confused and Toris yelped in surprise. Then they quickly calmed down, noticing you weren't actually awake and only dreaming, but they watched as your body shivered in fright, your body or maybe your mind was ignoring the pain in your neck and you curled up in the couch. "N-no мама… d-don't go… Нет, go away… y-you're freezing my friends… g-go away… p-please… go… away…"

Toris noticed the glare Ivan and Natasha gave him and he quickly investigated your body, putting a hand on your head and frowning. "She's really cold… like ice –"

"Да, I know what to do," Ivan said, Natasha about to say something, but after catching the angry glance from her brother she quickly backed off. Toris shuffled away and walked over to Natasha, giving her a smile as she glared back and threatened him away with her knife. Ivan let out a tired sigh, sitting down by your head as you trembled in your sleep. "[insert-name]… Siberia wake up… малыш wake up –"

"D-don't get me," you mumbled under your breath, shivering as if you felt a draft in the air and you clutched your clothes tighter to your body. "C-cold… c-old… t-too c-c-old…"

"Малыш," Ivan began again, grabbing hold of your body and wrapping his protective arms around your shoulders and the upper part of your body, "do not cry. I am here. The man cannot get you here –"

"М-aама?" You yelped in your sleep, clinging to Ivan's coat as he smiled and hugged your tightly in his arms.

"Да," Ivan smirked slyly, running a hand through your hair, "мама here. You're safe –"

"O-oh good," you giggled in your sleep, snuffling into his chest and getting an angry glare from Natasha. "… I-I thought G-general… W-inter got you –"

"Да, but it is okay. Just sleep. You will be okay," Ivan cooed in your ear, smiling when you let out a tired sigh and slumped into his arms.

Natasha let a growl escape her lips while Toris smiled, grinning like a madman as he began to collect the items he had been using on you off of the ground and the counters. "W-wow Ivan," Toris commented with a grin on his face, Ivan giving him a confused glance as he beamed, "I didn't know you had any parenting s-sk-ills…" He gulped, noticing the glare Ivan had on him before a smile appeared on his face and he ran a hand through your hair.

Ivan sighed and pulled you up higher on his lap, holding you protectively as he continued to stare at Toris. "We have a new сестра Natasha," Ivan smiled to the woman glaring angrily from behind a chair. "… You're an older sister now Natasha. You must take care of her as I do you, да?"

Natasha's eyes perked up, standing up and slowly making her way across the room to the couch. "O-older sister? Me? I-I don't know Russia –"

"Natasha, listen," Ivan smiled, having the woman lean closer to him. He held her at a distance but close enough to hear your soft breathing against his chest. "Hear that? You need to protect this as well as you protect me, да?"

"… Да big brother," Natasha pouted, slumping on her knees and leaning against your back as you slept. "Whatever you wish, I will do."

"Good," Ivan sighed happily, glad to hear that Natasha was starting to get along with you. Toris gave them one last glance before fading down the hallway, chuckling in amusement to notice that Ivan hadn't touched a bottle of vodka the whole night.

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A/N: And wow. Did you really think Natasha would just be a beaming ray of light? XD To be honest it's hard to write her into the Russia stories. She has to just outright hate you, but oh well. Maybe Ivan can convince to not kill you ;D That's it for now. SEE YOU LATER!

Я дома – Russian – I am home

малыш – Russian – baby, kid, child, tot, kiddy

барышня – Russian – young lady, miss

сестра – Russian – sister