Russia opened the closet to get a clean set of pajamas when he noticed that something was off. His life size Cheburashka stuffed doll had somehow moved and was now in there.
"How did you get in here? I'm sure I left you on the couch in the living room an hour ago. There's no way you could find your way into my closet, right?" Russia said to Cheburashka with a smile. He shook it affectionately and for a moment, he thought he heard a whimper, but he dismissed it as his imagination playing tricks on him.
Russia carried Cheburashka downstairs and sat it back down on the living room couch where it belonged. He rubbed his tense hands together after performing the difficult task (for some reason, his Cheburashka seemed to have grown a lot heavier).
A couple of hours later, Russia was fast asleep in his cosy bed, dreaming happily of frolicking in a field of sunflowers with his two sisters.
Meanwhile, in the living room, the Cheburashka doll began to twitch and raised his furry arms to his head. It pulled its head off and placed it quietly on the couch beside it before standing up and slowly making its way towards the large staircase.
Russia rolled over in his sleep and smiled sweetly, oblivious to the sound of the door creaking open. A paw rested itself on the side of the door, as a female voice uttered scratchily.
"Big brother..." Belarus whispered, as she crept into bed with him.