The year is 1193.

Iryna and Havryil were walking through the new city that was being built.

It would be named Chernobyl.

Neither knew of a tiny baby with big blue eyes that had been abandoned in a basket somewhere in the trees just outside the city.

However, this was no ordinary baby.

This baby is the personification of Chernobyl, though no ordinary human would know that.

"Mama, are you sure this is a good idea?" Havryil asked.

The Ukrainian female looked at the black-haired male.

"Of course I am," she said.

"If you say so," he said.

For some reason, Havryil felt like something was off and it was coming from the forest.

"Mama, I think something's in the forest," he said.

"Want to go check it out?" Iryna asked.

"Da," he said.

With that, both Iryna and Havryil went into the forest to check it out.

Havryil stopped at a certain point and looked around.

"Where to Havryil?" Iryna asked.

The Ukrainian male went right and his mother followed.

The duo soon came across a basket that, when Havryil went to it, saw that it contained a baby.

He stared a moment before looking at his mother.

"There's a baby in here," he said.

"Really?" She asked and went to her son, looking at the baby in the basket.

"Oh! And it seems no one's around to take care of it, so I guess that means you have a new sibling."

Just as she said that, the baby opened its eyes and looked up at them before smiling and giggling, reaching for Iryna.

"Seems he wants you mama," Havryil said and looked at her.

Smiling, Iryna bent down and picked up the baby.

"Aren't you just adorable," she cooed, causing the baby to giggle more.

"We should get back to the city," Havryil said after picking up the basket.

Iryna nodded, holding the baby like any mother would.

Following her oldest child, Iryna checked to see what gender the baby is.

"It seems the baby is a boy," she said.

"Name him Artem then," Havryil said without thinking.

"Good choice," Iryna said.

In a few years, it was found that Artem's hair color is brown and his eye color is also brown.

The young boy smiled at his older brother.

Havryil blinked and stared at the face that took up his vision.

"So can we big brother?" Artem asked.

A sigh escaped the Ukrainian capital.

"Fine."

Artem cheered at that and hugged Havryil.

"I love you big brother!"

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too," Havryil said, wrapping an arm around Artem and picked him up.

It's 1932 and the Ukrainian capital of Kiev, otherwise known as Havryil, was sitting on his feet.

He was bent over his arms, which covered his abdomen.

Coughing multiple times, he wasn't surprised to see blood coming out of his mouth.

After all he had been struck by a soldier.

"Now, are you going to answer the question?" The soldier asked, gripping the black haired Ukrainian capital by the face, forcing him to face him.

Blue eyes looked, no glared, at the soldier.

"Go to hell," Havryil managed to get out.

"So, you won't tell then?" The soldier asked.

"Like hell I will," Havryil told.

The soldier pulled back and repeatedly kicked Havryil's chest.

Of course, Havryil did react to it, even if it was in pain.

"No! Big brother!" Artem cried out.

Yes, he was here as well and he was being forced to watch what happened to his beloved big brother.

Some other soldier smacked Artem across the face, shutting him up.

Once the soldier stopped kicking Havryil, he was left gasping for air.

"Leave... Leave him alone," Havryil choked out before coughing out more blood.

The black-haired male jolted to a sitting position, his eyes opening in the process.

"You need to lay down big brother," Artem said and gently pushed Havryil to do so.

Havryil looked at the younger to see a hand mark on his cheek.

"So, it really happened then?" Havryil asked.

"We were both attacked by soldiers?"

Artem nodded.

"Yeah, you refused to answer a question and they attacked you. I was slapped when I called out to you. Luckily they left after you passed out."

A sigh escaped the black-haired male and he cringed at it.

He leaned over the side of the bed and coughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and into a bucket so conveniently placed there.

"Where's mama?" He asked when he stopped coughing.

"She went to get something from the store. Said she'd be back soon," Artem said.

Moments later, said female walked in the front door.

However, there was another set of footsteps that accompanied her.

"I'm home," Iryna said and kicked off her shoes before going to where her two sons are.

"Oh, I see you're awake Havryil," she said when she saw a pair of blue eyes looking at her, accompanied by brown ones.

"Who came in with you?" Havryil asked.

And from around the corner came the beige haired, purple eyed Russian known as Anya Braginskaya.

"It's just Titka Anya," Artem said with a soft sigh and a smile.

"What happened to you?" Anya asked, having noticed Havryil's condition.

"You should know, it was a Russian soldier that attacked me," Havryil said before coughing up blood again.

"I have nothing to do with that, neither did Ivan or anyone else for that matter," Anya said.

"I didn't even know it had happened."

"Just like you don't know what's causing the famine we're going through," Havryil said just before his stomach growled.

"Havryil, stop it," Iryna said.

Havryil made a sound of annoyance, but didn't say anything.

"We're trying to help you guys," Anya said.

The Ukrainian capital rolled his eyes.

Blue eyes of the Ukrainian capital had closed as he had fallen asleep and after a while, Anya had left after the business she had was done.

Ivan was to be visiting in a couple months, though Havryil and Artem knew about that already.

Unlike when Anya dropped by unexpectedly. Iryna smiled when she saw that her oldest child is soundly sleeping.

She placed a hand on his head and he subconsciously leaned into it, a small happy sound coming from him.

"He's so peaceful when he's sleeping," Artem said as he came to stand by his mother.

Smiling more, Iryna couldn't help but agree that.

"Yeah, he is. Very different than how he was acting earlier." Artem nodded at that.

Hell, Havryil was even clutching the blanket he had for hundreds of years.

"Not to mention, totally adorable."

Iryna then reached up and ruffled his black hair.

Year 1932.

Boots thudded against the hardwood floor as a figure entered the house the three Ukrainian personifications are living in.

However, the three were nowhere to be found.

"Oh, they're not here," Ivan said.

When he saw something from outside, he went to check it out.

Once outside, he saw Havryil out in the field tending the crops, Artem out with him.

"Privyet Havryil, Artem," Ivan called out.

Two sets of eyes look up at the beige haired Russian male. "Oh, hello," Havryil said, his face fallen.

"Privyet!" Artem cried out with a smile.

As soon as he got closer, Ivan saw that there was something wrong with the crops and that his oldest nephew seemed to be skinnier than before.

"Anya told me of what's going on here," he said.

"Since when did you care?" Havryil asked.

He didn't sound like his normal self.

That made Ivan blink.

"I care because you're my family."

The Ukrainian capital's eyes sent a glare at the purple eyed Russian.

"Oh yeah? Then why aren't you doing more to help us out then?"

Ivan soon came to stand in front of his blue eyed and black haired nephew.

"I'm doing the best I can Havryil, you know this."

He didn't get to say anything else before he was hit in the head with another head, sending him reeling back.

"What the hell was that for?" Ivan screeched, holding his nose in his hands.

"Maybe you should try harder then!" Havryil screamed.

At that, Ivan's breath hitched and he slowly looked to the capital to see that he was giving a pissed expression with tears in his eyes that are ready to spill at any given moment.

A sniffle even managed to escape him.

A soft sigh escaped Ivan and he straightened, walking to Havryil and hugging him, not caring if his nose is broken.

Havryil didn't do anything at first except clench his fists, but then dropped the tool he was holding and unclenched his fists and hugged his uncle, the tears in his eyes finally falling as he cried for the first time in who knows how long, gripping the back of the Russian's coat tightly.

Iryna had gotten back in time to see her only brother hugging her oldest son, who just so happened to be crying.

The year the famine came to an end.

1934.

Havryil was reading a book when a bowl of borscht was placed in front of the Ukrainian capital, causing his eyes to widen upon seeing it.

"You're probably hungry, so eat up," a female voice said before she walked away.

A hand was placed on his stomach as a growl was emitted; a smile crossed Havryil's face.

"Yeah, I'm hungry alright," he said to himself.

Using his free hand, he picked up the spoon and started eating.

Yes he has a bookmark to save his place.

"This is delicious," he said after the first spoonful.

In the year 1970, the city of Pripyat was being built.

Artem, Havryil, and Iryna were sent to check it out.

Not only that, but Havryil was getting the feeling that there was another personification in the city with them, like when he and Iryna found Artem many years before.

He didn't say anything on the matter though.

Everything seemed to be going as it was planned.

"Well, the city is looking great so far," Artem said.

Iryna nodded.

"Yeah, I would say so." Havryil still said nothing.

Instead, he walked off in a direction without his mother and his brother knowing.

Something was clearly on his mind that he didn't want the two to know yet.

He came across one of the buildings that was already completed and leaned against it before sliding to the ground.

"What the hell is going on here?" He asked quietly.

It would seem he didn't even notice a baby younger than one year of age crawling up to him.

The baby has blonde hair and big blue eyes.

However, when there was a tug on his pants, Havryil looked down to see the baby girl.

"Ohh~"

Picking her up, Havryil stood up and walked in the direction he came.

"Mama," he called out, drawing her attention to him.

"Where have you been Havryil?" Iryna asked.

"I found a baby. Can I keep it?" Havryil asked.

That made the Ukrainian female blink before she noticed the baby in his arms.

"I don't think I've seen this baby around anywhere. Where did she come from?" Iryna asked after taking the baby from her oldest son and checking the gender.

"She came crawling up to me and tugged on my pants," Havryil said.

"Then it's official. I'm her mother now," Iryna said.

A few years later, Havryil is seen sitting on the couch, five year old Bohuslava leaning against her big brother and sleeping.

"She sure seems to love her big brother," Artem said.

"Shut up. You were like this at her age as well," Havryil told.