A/N: I'm still here no worries! Thanks for the fave(1). Now we can dive into the world of Natasha and her siblings. Sudden changes are not nice things, right? At least I wouldn't want to hear about news like this in such a short notice... What news? Read and find out. ;)

"JA chaču dadomu."

"Što(What)!?" A pair of little hands slammed against the surface of a wooden kitchen table. Six-year-old Natasha Yanovich stared in surprise and anger at her parents. Three-year-old Katerina looked up from her food at her sister and then turned to look at her parents. As she moved her head, the two pairs of bells tied on her braids made a tiny jingle. Their father watched the both of them.

"Natasha, sit down." He ordered his eldest while his wife was busy fuzzing over with one-year-old Nikolai who was learning to sit in a highchair. Natasha remained standing though.

"No, not before you explain this. Why in earth would we move to Russia? Russia of all places!" The hands left the table only to slam down again.

"The place I work for needs more people to the main office. The salary is better there and they have offered us already an apartment. And I've accepted." The man explained.

"But…Rasija(Russia)..." Natasha spat the name like it had brought a foul taste into her mouth.

"It won't be that bad, darling. I'm sure you'll make new friends there and the things won't be that different." The girl's mother tried to console her.

"Except new language, new places, new people, new weather." Natasha listed before shaking her head so her ashy-blonde ponytail whipped side to side. "I'm going to hate that place." She sneered before running back to the room she shared with Katerina.

A month later Natasha was standing in the middle of her room which was filled with boxes. It was another change too. She had her own room which she didn't need to share with Katerina. Back in Minsk she would've been thrilled but now… With a defeated sigh, Natasha started unpacking. At least she could try to make her room look as much like her old one. Without Katerina's stuff is was hard though.

"JA chaču dadomu.(I want to go home.)" That was the first sentence she spoke since setting her feet on the Russian soil. And ever since leaving Minsk and Belarus, a scowl had been present on her face. A scowl that wouldn't leave permanently for a long time.

"Siastra(sister)?" Came from the door. It was opened to a crack and a small amount of light poured into Natasha's darkened room. The girl rolled over under the covers and looked to the direction of the light.

"Kat? What is it?" She asked, the scowl leaving her face for the first time in the day and being replaced by worry.

"I couldn't sleep." Katerina whispered and fiddled with the hem of her light pink nightgown. "The room is too big."

"Come here." Natasha lifted her duvet and Katerina slid into the room and next to her big sister.

"I want to go home." The little girl sniffed and Natasha pulled her closer.

"Me too, Kat. Me too…" The elder sibling sighed and glanced out of her window that didn't have any curtains yet. The sky outside wasn't even properly dark, just murky and dull grey. She already hated the city. Actually she hated the whole country and would hate it even more during the years to come.

A/N: It was short, I know. These all are going to be kinda short since these are just snippets of their lives.

The next one... Daniel, tulips and the Netherlands himself! Stay tuned for tomorrow.

R/R plz and Happy New Years to everyone! To those who are already living the year 2014 and to those(like me) to whom it's still ahead for a couple of more hours. :D