Hey~ Sorry it has been a while! I've been working on a pet project of sorts and it has distracted me. On the bright side this update is the longest I've done in a long time to make up for it. I'm really happy everyone thought the last chapter was cute~

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Once Ukraine's basket is brimming over with cherries America has Russia set him back on solid ground. He reaches up to pat Ivan on the head. "Awesome! Thanks for being so huge and all."

Russia rubs the back of his neck, uncertain how to take the words and action. "Um, you are welcome."

America takes the basket from Ukraine. "Hey, Toris and I will go rinse these off so we can all enjoy them. We'll be back soon."

Lithuania quickly grasps the situation and nods. "Yes, we will be right back."

They walk off and Russia watches them before turning to his sister. "...Katyusha, I hope you are well."

Ukraine takes one of Russia's hands in hers and squeezes it, eyes tearing up. "I am. ...Oh my Vanya, my dear Vanya."

She gives him a watery smile. "Everything is all taken care of now that America has come. Now... now you can visit more often so long as it's just personal. I can make you dinner sometime or, um, maybe we can go somewhere. Or, mm-"

Russia puts a hand on her head and leans in, kissing her cheek softly. "That sounds wonderful. Thank you moja dorogaja sestra."

They beam happily at each other for a moment. Ukraine reaches up and wipes her eyes. "O-oh, what about Natalya? Have you made up with her yet? It would be nice if all three of us could spend some time together, don't you think?"

"Uh... N-nyet I have not... Well we are still having some issues. B-but once they get worked out that would be nice. W-when that happens that is..." He clears his throat uncomfortably.

Ukraine sighs. "You know how much she loves you, dear. I know that you are probably pretty wrapped up with your new relationship right now but please be nice to her. I am sure she feels lonely."

Russia has a hard time meeting her gaze. "...Da. I will try."

"And Ivan? I... I am really happy for you." Ukraine gives him a sweet, sincere smile. "It's so nice that you are in a healthy relationship and I think it says a lot that it's with someone you have been on bad terms with for so long."

"Thank you Katyusha. I am doing my best. It really has been quite a lot more work than I thought it would be."

Ukraine giggles. "Da, well relationships can be difficult but they're worth it in the end. And the two of you are so adorable together."

Adorable? "Do you... really think so?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Oh yes! And I can tell how much you like each other. It looks like you have very good chemistry. It was odd when I first heard about it but now I can see it completely."

Russia blinks in surprise. "You can?"

"Of course!" She says it as if he's ridiculous for asking.

Lithuania has stated his approval of the relationship and Italy has eagerly given him romantic advice but this is perhaps the first time someone has been so complimentary of the two of them. Most people have been less than thrilled about it, making some kind of effort to get between them. So... it is nice to hear such positive things. It makes him a little flustered. He wonders if the two of them really look good together.

"You guys want some cherries?"

The two look up and America waves to them. Lithuania holds the freshly cleaned cherries. Ukraine and Russia smile at each other one more time and head towards them. The four find a grassy spot and sit down, eating cherries to their heart's content. The atmosphere remains light and all four of them are privately pleased with how smooth this is going.

Ukraine sits back, tilting her face up to the sun. "Ah, those were delicious. And things always taste so much sweeter with good company. Oh, would anyone like anything to drink? I can get juice or water or... um..."

She starts to stand and Lithuania quickly gets to his feet. "Ah, allow me Miss Ukraine! I don't mind."

Ukraine shakes her head, flustered. "N-no, that's really alright! I can get them. You just stay here!"

America leans back, spitting a cherry pit off to the side of him. "Maybe you should both go. It will be easier to carry the drinks that way. And do you have Coke or something?"

Russia shakes his head slightly at America's request and starts to get up. "Allow me to go instead. I can help you Katyusha."

Ukraine looks like she might have a heart attack. "N-nyet, it's fine, I can get it! A-ah and I don't have Coke, I'm so sorry!"

America laughs and tugs at Russia's sleeve. "Let the two of them go, you're going to give your sister a heart attack. And juice is fine."

This has a calming effect on Ukraine. "R-right. Okay, what do you want Ivan?"

Russia pauses uncertainly then sits back. "Water is fine."

"A-alright. Come on then Lithuania." He nods and follows Ukraine back to the house.

America watches them and smiles. "Your sister is so adorable, seriously! I wish I had one. Well I guess Mattie is sort of like that. Ah, man I know Lithuania is all caught up on Belarus for some ungodly reason but he would seriously be great with Ukraine. They could be all domestic together. I mean how hilarious is their politeness war? Cracks me up! I bet they would host great parties!"

Russia chews thoughtfully on a cherry. "I do not know if I approve of that union. And you only think Ukraine is cute in a sisterly way, da?"

America takes a look at the borderline threatening expression on Russia's face and he starts laughing again. "Aw, what's the matter? Is lil' Vanya jealous?"

Russia gives America a stunned look. America's eyebrows raise and he waves a hand. "You alright? I say something? Earth to Ivan, anyone home?"

"...What did you call me?"

America suddenly gets an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Should he not have used Ukraine's nickname for Russia? Maybe it's special or something. Sort of like how he wouldn't like it if Russia called him Al. That would just be weird. "Uh...V-Vanya?"

Russia's hands shoot out and grab America's shoulders. America cries out in surprise, expecting Russia to pummel him or something. Instead he finds himself crushed to Russia's chest. "That is perfect Alfred! I cannot believe I did not think of you calling me that before. Please, can you use that nickname, even if it is only sometimes? I would like that very much. Ah, but I still have not thought of a nickname for you... Q-quickly, what are ones I have tried? Are there any you prefer?"

"H-hey, calm down there big guy. I can call ya Vanya sometimes, no problem. I think it's cute. But that doesn't mean you have to pick a nickname for me this second. You aren't naming a stray cat or something. Seriously..." He can't believe how excited Russia is over something silly like a nickname. Then again, maybe it isn't silly to him.

Russia looks like he might burst from happiness. It's kind of creepy actually. "Alright. I will think about it though. I promise I will find one for you eventually. ...Just one more time?"

America feels his face growing hot under Russia's expectant stare. "Vanya."

Giggling, Russia releases America after planting a small kiss on the top of his head. America adjusts his clothes and looks at everything but Russia as a pause of silence passes between them. Russia has started making a mental list of nicknames for America, trying to decide which one he likes best and suits his little American.

The pause of silence is uncomfortable for America, and if there is anything he hates it is feeling awkward. He starts playing restlessly with the stem of a cherry and gets an idea. "Yo, check this out!"

Russia turns to watch America as he sticks the stem in his mouth. He tilts his head. What is America up to now? He seems intent on doing something. Surely he isn't eating the stem? After a few moments America sticks his tongue out and picks it up. It is tied into a knot. "Impressive, yeah?"

Giving the stem a perplexed look, Russia looks up at America as if he has missed something. Finally he reaches into the basket and breaks off a stem for himself, tying it into a knot. Then he holds it up for America to see. "I did it too. And I used my hands, saving time and effort. Tying a knot with your tongue seems unnecessarily nonsensical and time consuming. Why do Americans always have to do everything in the most roundabout way possible Alfred darling?"

America scowls at him. "Jerk! Sometimes it's not about doing things in the most productive way. Not that a commie bastard like you would know that. Being able to tie a cherry stem with your tongue means you're a good kisser, duh. It's supposed to be sexy!"

"...Does that mean you are trying to be sexy for me Alfred?" Russia is suddenly smiling at him in a way America does not like at all.

Sputtering at the accusation, he finds himself incapable of giving a coherent answer. "What! N-no! I mean... No! I was just... just..."

Russia crawls closer to America until they are all but chest to chest, lips practically brushing. "Well, if you are such a great kisser perhaps you should show me your superior methods, da?"

"C-come on, we're at your sister's house! This is hardly... hardly the place to- to..." Bright red at this point, America's eyes begin to slide closed as Russia's lips press lightly against his.

A throat is cleared very close by and both of them look up. Lithuania is glancing away, holding two drinks. Ukraine is also looking away behind him, blushing and fidgeting. Russia quickly backs up and America swallows hard, ridiculously embarrassed.

"I told you," he hisses from the side of his mouth before turning to look up at Ukraine and Lithuania, laughing loudly. "So, where is that juice?"

Looking a bit embarrassed himself, Lithuania hands him a glass. "H-here you are. S-sorry if we interrupted..."

Ukraine peeks out shyly from behind Lithuania and holds a glass out for Russia. "U-um, and h-here is your water."

Russia takes it wordlessly and an incredibly awkward silence descends upon the group. After a few painful minutes of silence and uncomfortable shuffling Ukraine speaks. "S-so when do you have to be going?"

Everyone is grateful for the safe topic. Russia answers. "Let me think... we should probably be going in an hour, an hour and a half at the latest."

"Oh I see... I suppose that is too soon to be having dinner, then. What a shame. But of course I don't want to keep you. I have already imposed so much on all of you!"

America waves a hand. "I told you it isn't a problem. Don't you worry Ukraine."

She gives him a small smile. "Shall we go inside now?"

As the party moves into the house Russia looks curiously from America to his sister. Once they are inside Russia puts a hand lightly on America's shoulder. "Before you get comfortable... Do you mind if we talk in private for a moment?"

America stares at him blankly. "Uh... okay."

So long as it's not just for a continuation of what had been interrupted earlier, he thinks dryly. Russia gives his sister an apologetic look. "You do not mind do you? May we borrow a room?"

The request makes her slightly nervous. "O-of course... Um, if you go down that hallway you may choose any room on the left side."

"Thank you." Russia takes America's hand and pulls him down the hall. America frowns, allowing himself to be tugged along. What has gotten into him? Picking the very last room of the hall, Russia has America enter then closes the door behind them. It has the generic coziness of a guest room.

America sits on the edge of the bed. "Something the matter?"

Russia studies him. "...What did my sister want?"

America frowns at him. "She just wanted to double check that there's not some kind of political undertone to our relationship."

Is Russia's reassurance not good enough? Or is he just covering? "Are you sure that is all?"

The suspicious tone in Russia's voice makes America feel defensive even knowing he is omitting part of the truth. "I'm pretty sure. Besides, Lithuania was there the whole time and you sent him to spy on us right?"

The words are out before America can stop them. He inwardly cringes as Russia's expression darkens. "...Did he tell you that?"

The potential threat to Lithuania continues to make him respond defensively. "As if he needed to. I figured that one out all on my own. It's not like I'm not used to you spying on me all the god damned time. What's the matter, don't trust me? Think I'm in cahoots with your sister? That we're plotting something against you? What a lot of bullshit."

Damn it, why can't he shut up? Just shut up already!

Russia's eyes narrow. "Your spies were not unknown to me either America. And I do not have a right to be suspicious? I just want to know what my sister is thinking. Why she is doing what she is doing. Do I not have that right as her brother?"

"Quite frankly no. Just because you're her sibling doesn't mean you have a right to pry into every aspect of her life. You're paranoid and pushy when it comes to your sisters."

Russia smiles coldly. "Oh America, you do love being the knight in shining armor, da? The gleaming hero. Is that why you always stick your nose where it does not belong?"

America stands, lifting his chin defiantly. "Everything I do is for the good of other's whether they realize it or not. But that is hardly something I could expect you to understand Russia."

Russia grabs his collar. "Da? You are a false prince, selfish and egotistical. You dream in your tower and only come down when it is convenient for you. Meanwhile you drive others around you insane with your self-centered superiority complex. Or do you deny your true nature?"

America's eyes widen and he smacks Russia's hand away. "How dare you? How dare you say that to me? Acting like you know anything about me!"

He turns away from Russia, truly wounded by the words. Of course, what is he thinking? Up till now he has been letting himself get swept away. He realizes that they had both gotten caught up in the moment and been momentarily lost to the bitterness of their grudges as countries. Still, he can't forget that while Ivan is presenting a sweet facade the country side is honest in its contempt for him.

Regaining his temper, Russia immediately regrets the words that have been exchanged. "Alfred...I am-"

America brushes past him towards the door. "Ukraine is honestly happy about getting to see you. Stop being such an asshole about it."

He disappears through the door and Russia stands frozen for a moment. He has messed up and he doesn't know what to do to fix it. He should not have lost control like that. Irritated at himself, Russia makes his way back down the hall.

Lithuania immediately knows something has happened. America does not say a word nor does he show it with his face, but he knows. Living with America for ten years, he had come to know how to read his moods well. When America is upset but still in control of it he holds his body a certain way. There is a stiffness to it, a rigid straightness to his posture that doesn't usually exist. Ukraine does not know these things but she is already expecting disaster to strike. She knows this whole thing has been a risk from the beginning.

When Russia enters the room there is an immediate tenseness and Ukraine's heart flutters nervously. "...Is everything alright?"

Russia looks at his sister, can see the underlying fear of something. And of course it is probably directed at him. He can't find his words. Why had he asked America about it? He should have just resisted the urge.

America watches him out of the corner of his eye, taking note of his hesitancy. Idiot. While he still wants to punch Russia in the face, Ukraine is obviously losing her cool. She must be worried that he had asked America about what they had discussed. Rightly so, but America can't let her know that. If he wants to succeed in his plan, Ukraine is an important key player. Russia has to have this family link with his not crazy as hell sister.

So with an ease he has learned over the centuries, America slips on his 'bullshit smile' as he thinks of it. "Well, seems there is a slight problem with one of our connections that might delay us. If there is it's not that big of a deal. Ivan is just worried because he knows I have a meeting coming up, but even if we're a little late it won't affect my schedule. This brother of yours, he's so concerned about all these cute things, it's insane. You would never know looking at him." He laughs lightly and even leans up to kiss Russia on the cheek.

Ukraine's apprehension melts. "O-oh I see. Well I hope everything goes alright. I hate flying, it is always so uncertain."

Lithuania on the other hand is not fooled. He knows that smile and, mixed with America's body language, it means he is far from his usual good cheer... But he dares not say anything or let on what he knows. This is a skill he perfected while living in Russia's house.

As for Russia, he is completely taken aback. America has saved the situation as cool as ice. For a moment he wonders if America has already forgotten the grudge but when he touches his arm the American quickly shrugs it off and he does not look at him once.

He does not understand... America has gone out of his way to lie and make everything alright. He easily could have gotten back at him for what he said by letting things unravel with Ukraine. Honestly Russia had momentarily thought America would respond with that petty-minded cruelty. And perhaps it speaks volumes that despite how much he has come to believe he has made progress with Alfred, he had in all honesty expected it of him. It gives him something to think about. It also makes him more remorseful for the cruel words.

They all sit and America pulls off a pretty good banter with Ukraine, distracting her from Russia's tenseness and Lithuania's watchful gaze on the situation searching for smoke. A bit earlier than they really have to go he finally sits up. "You know, I hate to make us take off like this but I just don't trust airports. It never fails if you don't arrive super early something will go wrong. Traffic, security will hold you, something like that. It was so kind of you to have me. I had a great time Kat. Can I call her Kat?"

He turns to Russia who gives him a look like a deer caught in the headlight. Finally he nods, not trusting his voice. America beams back at her. "Right, it was awesome Kat. Thanks for everything!"

Ukraine smiles and shakes her head. "No, thank you for coming out here. I know you said it wasn't a bother but... it really means a lot to me and my boss and... er, well thank you."

America gives her hand a firm shake and a look that is meant to say 'I am on your side'. Ukraine turns to Russia and takes both his hands, squeezing lightly. "Thank you for coming as well Vanya, it was so nice to see you!"

Russia looks down at Ukraine for a moment then pulls her into a tight embrace. He misses her so much and no matter what America says she is his sister. He doubts that America would be quite so different than him were it Canada in the mix. "I enjoyed seeing you very much Katyusha. Please take care."

Ukraine pats his back gently. "I will. And you too dear. Oh, and remember what I said about Natalya."

"Da. I will remember." After another moment—just a little longer, just a little—Russia finally let's go. "I hope to see you again soon. Goodbye."

"Goodbye Vanya, America."

"Alfred is fine," America says flippantly.

Russia stares at him. What is America trying to do at this point? Further distraction? Is he trying to get some sort of reaction out of Russia? He doesn't get it. It is so sudden and confusing.

"A-alright then, goodbye Alfred." She waves at them and America gives her a hearty wave back. Russia's is much more subdued. Ukraine turns to Lithuania. "Are you leaving after dropping them off as well?"

Lithuania nods. "Yes, but thank you so very much for everything Miss Ukraine. I hope to repay your hospitality someday."

She quickly waves her hands. "Oh no, don't you worry about that! I didn't mind at all, really!"

America puts an arm around Lithuania quickly before they can get into an 'I couldn't possibly' 'Oh no I insist' loop. They might be there forever. "I am sure he would be very happy if you took that offer. But that is for the future, eh? For now I am going to steal him away so we can get to the airport. My apologies."

Ukraine pauses then smiles softly. "Have a safe trip everyone!"

There are assurances and more brief waves and then everyone is out the door. Once they get to the car they all stare at it then each other, mentally calculating seating arrangements. After a pause America slips into the front passenger seat. Lithuania holds his breath and anxiously watches Russia. Frowning slightly, Russia resigns himself to the backseat without making a comment. Lithuania gets in nervously. Whatever happened must be worse between than he thought...

The mood in the car is tense as Lithuania drives them towards the airport. Multiple times he opens his mouth to say something to try and ease the tension but inevitably closes it before he has said a word. America stares out the window steadfastly and Russia watches him from the backseat. It is all quite uncomfortable.

By the time they have reached their destination not one of them has spoken a single word and Lithuania's nerves are on edge. "W-well we're here."

For the first time America's gaze wavers and he seems to really see what's outside for the first time. "Huh, so we are. Awesome."

He starts to get out of the car then pauses to shoot Lithuania a small smile. Lithuania returns it hesitantly. Behind him he hears Russia getting out and slamming the door. Lithuania scrambles to get out and join them. America puts an arm around his shoulder and pulls him into step beside him before letting go and Lithuania finds he is being used as a buffer between the two of them. His heartbeat accelerates nervously and he avoids looking at Russia at all costs.

Now that they are in the open America finds all sorts of unimportant things to chatter about. Perhaps to make them look normal, which admittedly is hard to do. Lithuania patiently listens and nods, all the while wondering what has gone wrong. A fight about the visit to Ukraine's house? Is he part of the problem? And all the while Russia is a wall of silence.

After checking their tickets they head towards security. Lithuania can go no further. "Goodbye Russia, it was nice to see you today. I hope you have a good flight back."

Russia nods, barely acknowledging him, and immediately begins to walk towards security. America gives Lithuania a hearty pat on the back. "Thanks for everything Toris, it was really great to see you. Let's hang out in the future, okay?"

Lithuania grabs his sleeve before he can get away, speaking in a hushed voice. "Is everything alright? And just so you know I can tell when you are lying."

America smiles, is on the verge of saying something then stops. The smile fades. "...I'll be alright. I... forgot something important, that's all. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. Really."

Lithuania doesn't quite believe him. "...I hope things work out for the best."

America smiles again, softer, sadder, but more honest. "That's all we can hope for, eh Toris? I'll be seeing you."

He flashes him a peace sign and begins to walk away. Lithuania watches him and wonders what he has forgotten. And silently he worries for Russia and America.

Once they are through security and have found their terminal all they can do is wait. They are quite early. Russia decides to try and talk to America so long as they have time. "Alfred, can we just talk about-"

America turns on him, not a trace of a smile on his face any longer. "Don't talk to me. Period. Just don't."

With that he stalks off to a far seat and curls up in it, looking away stubbornly. Russia sighs softly. "Dolboëb."

He sits and closes his eyes. This has turned into a disaster just as he feared. Not quite in the way he had expected it to though. And now all he can do is wait until America is willing to give him even a moment to apologize.

~.

The flight is a sparse one, quite empty really. The airline can't be happy about that. Russia himself is quite annoyed with the fact. Few people means many unoccupied seats. The second it is apparent the plane is as full as it is going to get, America leaves his seat and takes one in the very back row, quite far from where Russia sits.

This is getting ridiculous. America really can be a pouting child sometimes. As they crawl into their second hour on the plane Russia finds himself twice as annoyed as when they had began. He knows this is his fault, really he does. But if America will just talk to him...

Well one advantage of being on a plane, he finally determines, is that America can't escape him. Russia gets up and walks down the aisle, sliding into the row right in front of where America sits by the window. He sits kitty-corner to America, turned around in the seat so he can look down at him. A passing stewardess begins to reprimand him. One very well chosen expression from Russia makes her decide that as long as the seat belt light isn't flashing she will let him be.

America does not acknowledge Russia's presence, just stares blankly out the window. "...Alfred. I know you do not want to talk to me. But will you listen? What I said to you was out of line and I apologize. That was not a fair thing to say. Having gotten to know you better I do believe that you really are earnest in trying to help others. And you are right, I should not have had Lithuania spy on you. I still have my own problems to work through. I am not used to trusting people. When I have in the past it has often lead to disappointment so excuse me for putting so little trust in you. Also I...appreciate what you did for me with Katyusha. Thank you. And... I suppose that is all I will say to you for now."

"You used to be really nice to me," America says quietly.

Russia pauses. "What?"

America finally looks at him, frowning. "You used to be nice to me. When I was young."

He changes his position so he is kneeling on his seat and leans against the chair in front of him, turning his head to look at Russia so he is not looking down at him anymore. "We got along pretty well when I was younger. And during the Civil War when France and England had all but abandoned me you were there when I had no one else. I remember... It was so painful. I still remember that pain. Like being torn in half. And one time you held me and told me that...that the first civil war is always the hardest. That I just had to try and hold myself together until I got through it. And I was so grateful that you were there for me."

Russia is speechless for a moment. "...I did not think you remembered any of that. You certainly acted like you did not."

"Oh I didn't. I am terrible at history. I forget things until something brings them to mind again. And now I am remembering all these things about when we used to be on good terms. And I am in awe of how far we have fallen from then. And how cruel we are now to each other. Life is funny, isn't it?"

"...It does not have to be that way."

America laughs, a humorless sound. "But it is that way, that's the thing of it. We both became quite eager to hate each other despite everything. I wonder why? I can't remember when that started specifically. When the transition point was. I just remember the basic reasons."

Yes the basics. Communism was evil, the rush to outdo each other in weapons and technology, and because a hero needs a villain.

Russia stares at him thoughtfully. "So you are saying there is no way to go back to that then? It is all over and done with?"

America sighs. "I don't know what I'm saying. My stupid memory is in overdrive that's all. I know that we obviously have a lot of unresolved bitterness and that while I believe you when you apologize I don't think I believe that you didn't mean it."

There is a long pause. "That might be a correct assumption. I am not trying to make you think I like everything about you or that I ever will. And I certainly do not expect you to like everything about me. But... please believe me when I say that there are many things I have come to like about you. I may not be crazy about you as America, and there might be things about you that still irritate me, but I do like you as Alfred very much. When I arrived today and you made me a part of the group without even realizing it was a big deal... that meant more to me than you know."

That had been a big deal? "We were just picking cherries."

"Alfred, you turned what could have been a very uncomfortable reunion into just that: picking cherries. And it was so wonderful. I was really happy in that moment. I have wanted that for so long. There is something about you that just... I do not even think I can describe it. Perhaps you bother people a lot of the time, but there are times you are so obliviously earnest and accepting. And it is very hard to dislike that."

America looks at him hard, seeming to be thinking about something. "...I guess I didn't mean to be so defensive earlier. And bringing up the Cold War stuff was a slip too. But you need to calm down. It's when you get all in people's faces that you scare them off you know."

Russia feels a pang of hope. "...I understand. I will try my hardest."

America nods. "Good."

He fumbles until he is sitting properly again and resumes looking out the window. Russia tilts his head. Is the conversation over? They seem to have come to a tentative ceasefire on the silence treatment. "May I sit next to you?"

America pauses then nods once. "Yeah, whatever."

Russia struggles out of the seat and into the aisle, slipping into the seat beside America. They sit quietly for a while. Russia looks down and notices America's hand at his side. After debating it back and forth he slowly reaches down and laces their fingers together. He feels the muscles in America's hand tense then relax, and America himself does not protest though he does not look away from the window either. Still, Russia considers it a small victory.

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Many hours, two transfers, and a cab ride later, America is exhausted beyond words. All he can think of is how nice it will be to collapse into bed and sleep forever. Russia isn't in much better shape. Oh how beautiful his house looks when they reach it! America wants to embrace it. He digs around for his house keys, pulling them out just as they reach the door. He freezes as he looks down to unlock it. The handle has been ripped off.

"What the fuck? Who the hell would rob me? Damn it! Look alert, we have intruders and who knows if they're still inside."

Russia pauses at the door as America enters, quickly scanning his parameters. There is something about the doorknob that does not sit well with him. It seems eerily foreboding. "Alfred? I think maybe we should leave... Alfred?"

He takes a few timid steps into the house when he is quite suddenly assaulted from behind. Two arms wrap around his neck as two legs find their way around his waist. "Big brother, I have found you!"

A jolt of fear goes down Russia's spine as he recognizes his sister's voice. "N-nooooooo!"

Translations:

moja dorogaja sestra - my dear sister

Dolboëb – Moron, idiot, but with added stubbornness

AN: So do other countries have that thing about tying a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue meaning you're a good kisser? -laughs- Ah, and that fight between America and Russia was between their country sides -nods-