Oh no! What is Mable going to do? Well you lazy things, READ AND FIND OUT!
After saying goodbye to Francis, who swore on his life that he would fix this and that she would back quicker than it took for England to bake a bad scone, I finally arrived at the mansion of my new business partner, Russia. It had taken hours for me to get here, even when I arrived in the country of Russia itself. I noticed how large the snow storm she had gotten myself caught in and how beautiful the mansion looked covered in snow with icicles hanging all around it. Though, since the house was in the middle of nowhere, miles away from the closest town, I felt sad that the beauty of the mansion was so secluded.
The second I stepped out of my heated service car, I instantly ran up the stairs of the mansion, cursing the harsh cold I had never truly felt to this extent before, living by the warm climates by Italy. I began rapping on the door knob, watching as the service car slowly drove away, my only way back to society and the people I loved, gone. The door opened just a crack, and I whipped my head away from the blizzard the car had just disappeared into and I barreled my way into the house, unable to stand the cold much longer. I look back and see a young boy laid on the ground, right next to the open door which was letting the bitter winds invade the house. Trying to preserve what little warmth was actually left in the house, I slammed the door shut and ran over to the boy, helping him up off the ground. I finally recognized the boy to be Latvia, with a big bump on his head. I realized then, that while barreling my way inside, he was the one who began to open the door for me, and I had hit him right in the head with it, causing him to fall onto the floor of the mansion. I quickly sputtered as many apologies as I could muster from my mind, my face probably going a bit red. He looked a little embarrased himself, muttering under his breathe "You must be here for Mr. Russia, I will go get him for you," then began walking off onto a side stairwell, a similar one being on the other side of the grand ballroom sized mudroom.
"Wait!" I call out to him and he stopped, giving me a surprised look as he turned around after walking up a few of the steps.
"You didn't tell me your name," I told him; looking down at my shoes, then back up into his confused face.
"My name is Ravis, I am the represenitive of Latvia, so you may call me Latvia if you want," he says, his face full of fear and sadness, as if I were going to scold him, then quicker this time, continues to jump up the stairs.
"Wait Ravis!" I yell out, running up the stairs and he turns again, this time his face full of shock, mouth agape and everything, like I had just told him his whole country had been bombed.
"I ummm..." I mumbled, embarrassed at the words I was about to utter 'Well...Do you mind if I come with you...I don't like to be alone in well...unfamiliar places," Usually I don't like to be with strangers either, but there was just something so innocent about him besides his always on-edge facial expression.
"S-s-ure," he stuttered, turning around and continue walking up the stairwell, me following close behind. As we continue down the long halls, I notice the beauty of the simple decor of the house. The checkered blue and white polished floor, the beige walls covered in every corner by a dark, brown wooden column half sticking out of the wall, the traditional Russian paintings covering places here and there, it all seemed so simple but perfect. Something about the house though, had an empty, super-natural feeling to it though, as though the only occupants here were ghost. We soon stopped at a large brown, wooden door at the end of the hallway, light traditional Russian music coming from the other side of it. With the fact the blizzard made it as dark as twilight throughout the whole house, there was also a soft light seen from the underneath part of the door. Ravis lightly knocked on the door, with a quick response of "Come in" just loud enough to hear over the music. Ravis grabbed the door handle and pushed open the door, stepping into the candle lit room, me following in pursuit.
(For all of you out there who are wondering, "WTH is a mudroom?" A mudroom is the room that you first enter from your front door, unless your front door is connected straight to your dining room, kitchen, or bathroom)
Back to what you really care about!
Guess who's on the other side of that door?
*WARNING: If your guess it was Lithuania who, only seconds before, overthrew Russia, and is currentily using him as a chair, having stripped him of his famous, long thick winter, tan coat, which Lithuania was also wearing, I am going to have to ask you to leave and go read another Fanfiction, because you are totally wrong
(Though I believe that one of these days, Lithuania is actually going to crack, and probably start beating Russia with his own pipe) :P
RUN RUSSIA RUN!