Sorry for the loooooooooonnnngg delay. I got my computer taken away! And I had marching band competitions. Here's a good thing! At a competition in Cinnaminson (yes, I live in NJ...) our band won second place and our colorguard(that's me and my friends) won first in our division!


D is for Daddy

Russia's POV

"She complained that she hurt all over. She seemed… irritable. Oh no, what if it's…" I don't think I'm over-reacting. I don't know how to deal with things involving girls!

"Vanya, I'm so pleased that you came to see me… You do love me!" Belarus untied various bows holding her dress together.

"No! The reason I'm talking to you is because I can't talk to big sister! Don't get ideas! I'm just worried about my daughter!" I don't raise my voice often. Only with her… she's just very persistent.

Belarus stepped back and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She now looked very irritated. That was normal for her, so I was happy about that. She tied her dress back up and made her way across the room.

"So…" she said. "How old is the girl?" She asked questions as if she was interrogating me.

"She will be turning sixteen in January." I became uneasy I fidgeted with the end of my scarf.

"She's just a teenager. There's nothing to worry about. Nothing much."

"Nothing much? Oh…"

"Let me ask you this: have you found… anything in her clothes?" She made quick and awkward gestures with her hands near her hips.

"No, not lately. Irinuska insists that she washes her own clothes. She throws a fit if I try to help her with all the work. Is that bad?" Belarus placed her hand on her forehead and smiled. She calmly placed her hands on my hips in a peculiar hug reserved for established lovers. (1)

"It's just her time of the month. No need to worry. And now that I helped you, you need to help me!" She drew in closer and closer, seconds passing like hours.

"You people are freaks…" As fate would have it, the door was open. There stood a girl with long hair and a long heavy coat the almost reached her ankles. My little girl looks like a Matryoshka doll!(2)I bet she could open her coat and find would be another smaller version of her inside! Irinuska is the cutest!

Wait…

'Another smaller version of her inside'…?

Now that she… she can get pregnant now, can't she? Oh, no! My little girl! I won't allow it!

EVER.

And I'll start with that Yankee!(3)


Alaska's POV

I swear I have the strangest family in the world. The culture, the mannerism, the way my aunt wants to plow my dad 'til the cows come home…

Is it too much to ask for a regular day where things seem… kind of normal?

"…Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol…."

I opened the door for my father to leave. He said he had some kind of business to attend to. He dragged his metal faucet behind him as he followed a group of suspicious looking characters.

"Daddy, if you're going to kill someone, at least leave the KGB here!" (4)


(1) Russia and Belarus... ew. Sorry if you like it, but you won't really see much of it.

(2) Those are the dolls that you open, and you take out a smaller doll from inside. you repeat that until you get the the smallest doll in the center. They are very cute. I own many.

(3) and (4) Yankee=America. Russia has the KGB with him when he leaves. the KGB is a former organization that collected information for the Soviet Union. They were smart, clever, and deadly. The CIA is kind of the American version of it. It was also an episode of Deadliest Warrior. (BTW: CIA WON.)

E WORDS! I CAN'T THINK OF ANY!