Continuing, we shall see the ultimate results of Pravdas evil deeds, and the chaos within our own heros ranks as they try and decide if it is worth it to save their fellow Tanker

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She was named 'Drifting Snow' by her comrades. Katyusha had always liked that name; it not only was bestowed upon her, but it sounded so mysterious and mature. And mature she was! At 17 years old, the great, beautiful Katyusha of Pravdas girls high was practically a woman already! Men from across the nation gazed with longing and lust at her enviable form, and she had suitors from around Japan wishing for her hand!

At least, she assumed so. Nonna wouldn't allow them to see her.

Or their love letters to reach her.

Or her to go onto certain online forums.

Or for her to flirt with any boys at the Sensha-Dō matches.

The point was, Katyusha was very happy her name was so mature and strong and beautiful. Like her!

However, she was... not exactly tall. That in itself wasn't a secret, but it still irked her. Fortunately, she had found Nonna in their first year together at Pravda. Since then, the two had been thick as thieves,

and she had even taken to riding around on her shoulders to be taller. Now Everyone would look up to Katyusha! And Klara had only added to the fact!

She dug her hands into the hair of her mount, giggling all the while at her schemes for defeating Oorai and claiming their American loader for herself permanently! With someone so tall on her team, she was certain to be the envy of all Japanese Sensha-Dō! And... well, it did help that the man was quite handsome. Katyusha may be short, but a little girl she WAS NOT, and any who denied it so would be sent to Siberia!

"Katyusha-san, please do not laugh in public."

Katyusha blew a raspberry at her, but complied; even when she wasn't riding her shoulders Nonna still nagged her! Bah, it mattered not. Soon she would be arriving at her planning session, and her fantasies would be a reality! And then she would get her first kiss, before even Nonna! Hah!

Turning the corner, she began kicking her legs in excitement as they approached the NKVD Headquarters.

Nonna approached the door, knocking on it as a small shutter window opened, revealing piercing blue eyes

"пароль?"

"Холодный ветер задувает свечи" was Nonna's response, and immediately the blue eyes smiled before shutting the slider and opening the door proper.

"Здравствуйте, Katyusha!"

"Klara! I told you, speak Japanese! I don't understand Russian!"

Klara giggled, stepping aside as the Commander entered the room, the gathered Sub-commanders coming to attention.

"At ease, comrades!"

The girls took their seats, Klara gracefully walking to the chair to the left of Katyusha's, as Nonna took the right

Katyusha addressed her ride,

"Hector, I must be down now!"

Hector Perkins, Bodyguard and assistant to the Commander of Pravdas Girls High, nodded, gently lowering the diminutive commander to the ground.

Turning, Katyusha nodded at Hector, who ruffled her hair, much to her embarrassment. Her gathered sub commanders giggled at the sight, and Katyusha swore she saw a camera flash from Nonna's direction! Damn that American, if he wasn't so handsome she would never approve of such action! And why did it make her heart race so!?

Fighting down her blush (which had NOTHING to do with how striking her newest assitant looked in his fitted Pravda men's uniform-she wasn't even sure they HAD men's uniforms) Katyusha strode to her chair, climbing up it and onto her booster seat as Hector stood behind her to her right, silently watching.

"Now, comrades, report!"


Joshua Whitman was always glad to see his girlfriend. In fact, he couldn't think of a time he wasn't. Ever since that movie night where he and Miho had... gotten distracted... he couldn't wait to see her again: Her light brown hair that looked reddish in the right light, her cute smile and the way she got embarrassed easily, the way she would cuddle up to him as the schoolship got further and further north, even her Boko obsession... no, no actually that was still creepy. But the rest? Perfection.

Still, the worried look on her face concerned him greatly as she knocked on his door at 11 at night, even as his heart fluttered a bit.

"C-can I come in?"

"Of course, sure... what's wrong Miho?"

"It's about Hector and Nina... They were supposed to report almost six hours ago... but they never did. Their last report came in that they had gotten on board Pravda's schoolship and were going to start searching, but..."

Joshua led his girlfriend to the couch; It was time to be a comforting boyfriend.

"Hey, baby, it's alright, ok? They got on the ship, so they're safe. I'm sure they just got delayed and are probably sleeping somewhere... Tell you what, if we don't hear from them by tomorrow, then we can bring this up higher than us, to the teachers."

Miho leaned her head against the American tanker, humming to herself

"I guess..."

Joshua kissed her cheek, causing Miho to giggle, before kissing him back on the lips. Soon, the teens were distracted by eachothers presence again, all thoughts of secret agents forgotten


Hector Perkins was, in his mammas opinion, one helluva cook. He could make the meanest country dinner you ever did see; Chicken fried steak, homemade gravy, fried catfish, mashed potatoes, and was his father's chosen protege when it came to cooking up a good bison or beef steak. And his homemade huckleberry-chokecherry jam? He'd gotten no less than three dates on that jam alone.

So could Hector Perkins cook?

Oh hell yeah he could cook.

But even Hector had to watch in awe as Klara and Nonna whirled around the kitchen, moving gracefully as they prepared borscht and traditional beef Stroganov for dinner. He had to admit, it smelled delicious, but his pride was still attached to his jam, which Katyusha had demanded he make a whole jar of so she could eat it with her tea. The small girl had already gone through a quarter of the jar, and half of it seemed to be on her face.

"Darlin, you've got a lil..."

Katyusha stopped

"W-what? Does Katyusha have something on her face? Nonna! Clean it at once!"

Before the tall girl could come, Hector stood and grabbed a napkin

"No, no, I've got it..."

Gently wiping Katyusha's face, he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten at the sight of the tiny girl and the dreamy smile she fixed him with; she was TOO DAMN ADORABLE. He just wanted to tuck her into bed and read her stories and take her out for ice cream. His reverie was soon broken, however, by the sound of a camera flashing, and as he turned around he was greeted with the sight of Klara flapping a picture fresh out of an old polaroid camera

Katyusha blushed, angrily shouting at her Russian friend

"Klara! Nonna! D-dont embarrass me in front of the handsome American!!"

Hector had to fight the urge to 'awww' at that, and settled for patting her head before returning to his seat. It really was too cute to take sometimes.

"Come help us with serving of dinner, Mister Perkins."

Hector nodded at Nonna's beckoning, grabbing several plates while Katyusha kicked her legs in excitement


"Aaahhh... Delicious, as expected of Nonna! Hector, did you know Nonna was such a wonderful cook?"

"I did not."

Katyusha grinned, "Well, now you know it is so! Nonna makes the best food in all of Pravda! And Klara is top notch as well! Should you stay with Katyusha, these foods shall be yours at all times!"

Hector was silent at that; stay there? At Pravda? He didn't know about that... He wasn't even sure why he was here in the first place, in fact Azusa must be getting worried, Joshua too-

Katyusha yawned, looking like a tired kitten, as Nonna gathered the dishes

"Hector, would you be kind enough as to see Katyusha off to bed?"

Katyusha's eyes widened in excitement

"Oh! oh! Katyusha will need a story read to her Hector! This you must do!" she shouted, pointing at him, "I have the book on my nightstand at this moment! come!"

... Well, maybe one more day wouldn't hurt.


"... And so, the evil little girls were purged, and never again laughed at the height of the Princess. And the Princess lived happily ever after with her two handmaidens. The end."

Katyusha snuggled in her blankets, contently humming and grabbing her stuffer KV-2 plushie.

"A-and... did she ever find a handsome prince who loved Katyu- I mean the princess! for all time?"

Hector smiled, "Yes, she did, and she loved him very much as well."

"And... and he did not care about her height?"

Hector leaned in and kissed the top of Katyusha's head, patting it as he stood back

"Nope, he cared not for any such things."

Katyusha smiled, yawning and pulling her tank closer

"Then it must be so..."

Seeing the girl was off to sleep, Hector turned around to see Klara and Nonna in the doorway, interestingly looking at a digital camera and nodding

He sighed at their antics, before Nonna beackoned him over to his own bedroom she had prepared for him and he retired for the night


Oh, Hector. What ever will we do with you.

Hope you liked this chapter, Katyusha and Nonna are some of my favorite characters in the series, so I hope I did them justice. It's harder to write them than I thought initially, but I think I'm getting the hang of it as time goes on. I'm deciding on whether I want Hector to try and escape, or maybe stay Pravda's 'prisoner' until the match itself, turning back when he sees his old teammates. After all, Pravda isn't the only one with lolis who need tucking in and bedtime stories read.

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