Ah yes, an update, how delightful. These little bits at the beginning are leading up to something and reader gets to find out what happened pretty soon. New unit introduced in this chapter! Enjoy it guys, because the next two chapters are bonding with this unit and it's so adorable! Ok, thanks for reading and enjoy the chapter!
Al watched as Oliver left the bathroom, just as watched when Oliver went in. He had suspicions about why Oliver had gone in there, but he wasn't completely sure. Al had seen the bruises too, Al had been angry too, but Al wasn't the one who had acted on it. No, he had protected Feli from finding out the truth and he had done it well. Feli had no idea and he wouldn't ever have any idea if Al had anything to say. Al sighed and turned around, determined to keep this secret that Oliver didn't know he knew.
My hair was still damp as I walked out of my room, dressed in an old shirt and jeans. I went back to the kitchen and found it to be spotless, all evidence of our food war completely gone. It looked like even a police search wouldn't turn up a thing. I went to the living room and found the five of them standing in a small circle, cleaned up and clothes changed. "I said I was going to help you clean the kitchen," I say, gaining their attention.
Lovino turned around and stepped out of the circle, revealing a wooden box in the middle of them. "You want to explain why the hell this is here?" he growls, holding up a pamphlet and gesturing towards the box.
"It's a large box?" I try, not really sure myself what was going on. It looked to be around knee height and had a small handle on the front. "What is it supposed to be?"
"It's another unit. It was just dropped off too," Allen says, looking at the box. It clicks and I remember Brad saying the company would be delivering more units by today.
"The company felt bad about the others, so they decided to send us more units. This must be the first one," I explain, gesturing towards the crate in the room. Lovino scowls and shoves the pamphlet into my hands before walking away. I look at the others and see the pained expressions on their faces. "You can go too, if you want."
Allen and Gilbert give me a nod and walk out of the room. "I'm sorry poppet, I just can't right now," Oliver says. He gives me a supportive smile and walks out of the room. Matthew follows him, giving my shoulder a light pat as he goes. I watch them go, staring at the empty doorway for a moment before turning to the crate again.
I walk over to it and realize that it is actually a little shorter than my knee, which means the person inside must be pretty small. My eyes travel to the pamphlet and I notice the name on the front, Ivan Braginsky on it. I flip through the first few pages and come to a page about waking up the unit inside.
Thank you for purchasing the Chibi Ivan Braginsky unit. The following list is some advised ways to wake up your new unit in a safe and friendly manner. Please remember that your new unit is still Ivan Braginsky, so violence is possible, but not likely.
Open the crate and ask the unit to be your friend. This will cause the unit to wake up and attach itself to the nearest person.
Open the box and take his scarf away. This will cause the unit to wake up angrily.
Open the box and say something in Russian. This will cause the unit to speak in only Russian.
I decided to go with the first option, seeing as it was the easiest way to wake up the small unit. I opened the door using the handle and crouched down. Inside was a boy who looked no older than five. He had silver hair, a prominent nose, there was a long white scarf around his neck, and he was wearing a very heavy coat. He looked lonely, though it may have been because of the slightly downturned mouth on his sleeping face.
"Can I be your friend?" I ask quietly, waiting for a second before anything actually happens. The unit's eyes flicker open, revealing blue eyes that almost look purple or violet. Ivan looks at me and, for a moment, we stare at each other.
Suddenly, he launches himself at me and wraps his arms around me, knocking me over in the process. "Mama!" he shouts happily, nuzzling his head into my neck and making me giggle because of the ticklish area. I use one hand to balance myself as the other wraps around Ivan. "You will be my friend, right?" he asks, a thick Russian accent prevalent in his voice.
"Of course I will," I reply, managing to stand up without dropping Ivan. He looks up at me with wide eyes.
"You will be my mother too, right?" he asks again, looking even more hopeful than before. I look into his eyes and smile softly.
"If that's what you want, then I can be," I tell him, not really sure what I'm getting myself into right now. Ivan grins and hugs me again, burying his face into my neck even more when his stomach growls loudly. "Would you like me to make you some oatmeal?" I ask, figuring he would want something warm in his stomach.
"Yes please Mama," he says happily. I nod and try to pull him off of me so I can make it, but he holds on tightly. "No, I stay with Mama," he mutters. His scarf somehow wraps itself around me, further insuring that he won't be moved. I sigh and pat his head, moving to the kitchen as I glance back at the box he came in.
Nobody is in the kitchen, which I'm pretty thankful for, when I walk in. I remove my hands from Ivan and realize the scarf will hold him in place while I make the food. I spend about twenty minutes making it from scratch and scooping it from the pot and into a bowl. "Ok, turn around so you can eat the oatmeal," I tell him, sitting down at a table with the bowl in front if us.
Ivan turns and starts to happily eat the oatmeal, never leaving my lap. I smile and brush some hair out of his face, thinking that maybe it won't be too bad with Ivan around. Hopefully.
Just, chibi Russia is adorable and makes me cry every time I see his episodes! Gosh, this is also for the reviewer who requested Russia. I made him chibi, which I hope you don't mind too much. Thanks for reading, comment your thoughts, and look forward to the next chapter!