Starting to wake up from his deep sleep Alfred slowly opened his eyes, the dark room now filled with the bright yellow glow of the sunrise. The room was warm and cozy, though when he breathed in the air still reeked of iron, sweat and other various fluids. It stunk of sex. Once he was a little more awake he became aware of the tingling in his arm, and upon looking down toward it he found Natalya still asleep in his arms, her face pressed against his chest.
Cautiously he lifted her up a little and slipped his arm out from under her, allowing the blood to flow back into it before it fell asleep. Setting her back down he propped himself up on the now free arm and observed her, using his other arm to touch her, playing with her mess of styled hair and gliding his hand down her back and all along her skin.
Her body was mostly hidden from the blankets, but he knew underneath that she wasn't wearing anything, something he was trying hard to ignore. It was too early for him to be in the mood again.
He must've been there for a good while, as eventually she began to stir, her eyes fluttering open and a long yawn bringing her into the waking world. Removing herself from his chest she came face to face with him, finding him smiling down at her. "Well hello there. Have a nice night?" He asked, taking two fingers and walking them down her shoulder toward her neck.
She hummed in response and placed her face back against his chest, closing her eyes once again. Alfred placed his hand on the back of her head and started brushing. "So, now that you have a super awesome boyfriend. What do you want to do now?"
"Now?" Natalya repeated, raising her head up. "Well, if we are going to be together I guess it is first important to make your feelings known." Alfred raised a brow, thinking they had already spent the whole day yesterday doing that. Unfortunately he hadn't picked up on the dark tone with which she said it until it was too late, as suddenly there was a fist in his gut.
"Agh! Nat, what the hell?!" He cried, clutching his stomach as she climbed out of bed. "That's for all the times you made me cry you bastard! Eugh! It's Disgusting! I swear you do that to me again I can't even begin to describe the things I'll do to you."
He rubbed his stomach and stared at her, his eyes very briefly drifting down her body then up to her face again with a smile. "Man it's this early in the morning and you're already angry. You'd think after what happened last night you'd be more relaxed. You certainly seemed more relaxed."
She glared at him darkly and turned away from him, crossing her arms. "I'm going to take a shower now. We smell like shit and I can still feel the mess you left behind." As she tried stomping away Alfred got up and grabbed her by the hand. Just as she turned her head to face him she was suddenly yanked to his chest, collapsing down onto the bed with him.
She tried to get off and reprimand him, only for his arms to wrap around her back and keep her against him. "Alfred! What are you... let go of me!" She struggled, pounding on his chest and continuing to try and get up, able to flip around before getting stuck. "Nope, not until you calm down. It's too early to be angry."
Flailing her arms and legs wildly she kept attempting to get free, but to no avail. "This isn't funny Alfred. Let me go!" He instead wrapped his arms tighter, pressing her back to his chest. "I'm not trying to be funny. You just gotta stop being so grumpy."
She turned her head best she could and looked up at him, her scowl strong. "I can be any emotion I want to be. Why don't you stop smiling at me so much?" He laughed and pulled her up so her head was near his. "Well because you're cute. How can I not smile?" He then placed a few kisses onto the side of her head.
That stunned her out of her flailing and she started blushing. "Look, I'm sorry for making you cry and all the crap that's happened between us. Ok? I promise I'll never make you cry again, hero's promise! Heroes don't cry and neither will their girl."
She grumbled about how immature he was and tried starting up another escape attempt, though her thrashing was noticeably slower and only slowing more the longer he kept her there, stopping after a few minutes and relaxing against him. "Feeling better yet?" He asked after a while. She bent her neck to look up at him, a subdued scowl on her face. "I was fine before but... da. Though I still need a shower, I need to get going."
"What?" Alfred asked in shock, letting go of her and sitting up. Now free again she stood up and began walking around the room to collect her clothes. "What do you mean leave? You just woke up," he continued, getting up and following her around the room.
"I have duties in my country. I'm not off the hook yet for being gone so long," she explained, crouching down to pick up her panties. Once everything was in her arms she walked to the bathroom, Alfred still behind her. "But I... surely you don't have that much to do right?"
She looked back at him, seeing the disappointment in his eyes. He looked like a hurt puppy. "My government is not like yours Alfred. My duties are not just working with my boss and government officials on business. I don't get to lounge around when things are slow. When I am not working I am farming, when I am not farming I am working with the military, when not doing that I am either with big brother or his government, all with very strict times in order to complete them. Even if my time with big brother is a little more freed up, since I have been gone so long I am on double time for now. I know you get heavy workloads too."
When he couldn't argue further she began entering the bathroom, but he followed her in. "If you're going to shower could I, maybe, join you then?" He wondered, looking away shyly. She nearly dropped her clothes, feeling her face burning all over again. Coughing awkwardly she quickly composed herself. "Nyet, Alfred. If we go in there together I doubt you will ever let me leave."
He chuckled and scratched at his hot cheek. "That kinda sounds like a win-win if I'm being honest."A small twitch tugged at her lips as she set her clothes down on the sink countertop. "Da I am sure it is. Now let me get ready." With an annoyed huff he put his hands up and turned around, exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
Crashing back on the bed he took some time to mope, seeing his fun time with her was truly over. Though remembering he was still naked he got up and gathered his own clothes and his glasses, putting them back on. Far too fast she exited the bathroom, dressed back up in the fancy clothes she wore on their date.
He hopped back out of bed and walked with her to the door, watching sadly as she opened it and entered the hallway. "You sure you can't stay?" He asked, stepping into the doorway. "I wish I could but nyet I have to leave," she stated, double checking she had everything.
Admitting defeat he smiled softly, raising an arm and leaning on the door frame. "So, when will we see each other again? It would suck having to wait a whole month for the next meeting." She stared blankly at him, unsure of it herself. "We will see. It depends on how fast I finish my work."
"Alright," he sighed, not particularly happy with that answer. "Well I guess in the meantime we can call and stuff. Or maybe do video calls if you want." She nodded in agreement. "Of course."
When neither had anything else to add she looked down the hall to make sure they were alone then looked to him again. "I think I should get going now. And you go take a shower." She directed, poking a finger to his chest.
He smirked wide and leaned down closer. "Oh trust me, I know." Raising his shirt up he pointed out the numerous red lip-shaped marks spotted all over his body. She didn't know whether to stare at the floor or grin in pride at her work.
"By the way, are you gonna go all the way back to Belarus wearing that thing?" He questioned, pointing out her fancy dress. She shook her head. "I still have to go back to my room, so I am just going to change there."
"Oh, alright. Sure," he said, chewing on the inside of his lip. "Soooo... I guess this is it, huh? For real I mean," he finished with a laugh, remembering what happened last time he thought the date was over. Inside he hoped it'd happen again. "Da, it is. I will see you soon, Alfred," she responded while taking a step forward.
He met her halfway and held her hand, looking down at her and grinning as wide as he could. "Right. I'll see you around then." Bending down to her the two shared a quick but affectionate kiss, saying their goodbyes and parting ways.
A country away France put a hand to his chest, a weird fluttering feeling spreading through it. "Hmn," he hummed with confusion, catching England's eye who sat across from him while dipping a teabag into his teacup. "You finally having that heart attack?" He inquired.
"Non."
"Dammit," England sighed out, raising the cup to his mouth and taking a sip of the hot tea, not seeing the dirty look France gave him. "Non, I just 'ad zhe strangest feeling. Somewhere in my country I felt zhe blossoming of zhis... raw, passionate, forbidden~ love," he finished with a purr, cupping the side of his face. "I sink I just felt zhe birth of two lovers."
"Congratulations, two of your citizens committed adultery," England declared sardonically, still not looking up from the liquid in his cup. France snapped out of his swooning state and glared. "Oh be quiet you loveless brute, you know it's not like zhat. Honestly, why do I even come here?"
That made England rip his eyes away from his drink. "Yes, why do you? I didn't invite you, I finally come home after struggling through a whole week with you as host, only to find you arse naked on my bloody couch!" France simply flicked his hair and winked. "I just thought we could have some fun Mon Cher. If you weren't so prudish you could learn to enjoy it."
"You and enjoyment are two things that do not belong in the same sentence," England muttered bitterly, focusing back on his tea. "Now why don't you go back to daydreaming about marriage scandals or whatever it is you're into." France frowned and scratched at his chest, still feeling the buzz linger in his heart, wondering what it could mean.
At the sound of her doorbell ringing Natalya moved away from the stack of papers on her desk. Her knees creaked under her as she walked, having barely moved from the spot since arriving home a week ago.
Swinging the door open she found her sister on her doorstep, a giddy smile on their face and already opening their arms for a hug. Quickly Natalya ducked under the arms and took a step back. "Sestra," she addressed coolly. "What do you want? I am working."
"Oh, you are?" Ukraine stated, blinking in surprise as she stuffed a hand in her pocket, pulling out two train tickets. "Tomorrow is annual girls' meeting, remember?" Shit, she completely forgot. "Why do you insist on dragging me off to those stupid meetings? All it does is waste time I could be spending with big brother."
"But... you are not spending the time with him," Ukraine pointed out, making Natalya grumble. "Da, because I'm busy and he's always off with China."
"That has not been stopping you before," her sister pressed on, annoying her even more. "Well until that geriatric drops dead I would rather avoid seeing those two together as much as possible. Unless I can remove that gross old man without big brother noticing I'm forced to play by his rules."
Ukraine wanted to point out the giant U.S. sized elephant in the room, but chose to keep that to herself for the moment. Though due to her not speaking Natalya took that as the conversation being over, grabbing for the door. "You are interrupting me, now leave."
"Sestra wait!" Ukraine cried, literally so as the door shut on her. "But... I am wanting to spend time with you, waahhh!" She wailed, Natalya rolling her eyes at the noise. Unfazed by her sister's sorry state she marched her way back to her desk, but by the time she sat down she could already hear the sobbing klutz making their way up the stairs to her room.
First the meeting and then forgetting to lock her door? All this work was leaving her brain fried, maybe a break would do her some good, as much as she hated to admit it. "Sestra..." Ukraine whimpered from behind, Natalya raising a hand to rub her thumping temple. "Where is the meeting taking place this time?" She eventually asked.
Ukraine stopped her crying and stared, quickly wiping her eyes. "Czechia. She finally convinced Hungary to let her host meeting. I thought it was sweet."
"The Czech Republic," Natalya repeated, disregarding their preferred name, followed by silence as she considered her options. Soon enough she straightened up a little bit, shifting her papers into a neat pile. "Very well, but I am bringing my work with me on the train." Ukraine had to restrain herself from running forward and hugging Natalya from behind, not wanting to spoil this. "Wonderful! We leave in hour."
"On one condition," Natalya said, turning around to give the other a stern look. "You do not say a word about Russia and China or my date, understand?" Ukraine nodded rapidly. Now she had to be really cautious not to screw things up. The girls' meetings tended to involve alcohol and when she got drunk she liked to talk.
"Now that you are mentioning of it, how had the date been going?" She wondered, sitting down on the edge of the nearby bed. Natalya's eyes flickered to the bed, the familiar sound of creaking springs dragging her thoughts back to that night. "It was... adequate," she answered, unapologetically straight-faced.
Ukraine rose a challenging brow, disbelieving that was the case. "Adequate? That is it? You are not the joyful or grateful? Simply... okay?" Natalya scoffed and turned back to her stack of papers. "I said what I said didn't I?" Ukraine frowned. Her sister was being too shifty. You don't stress over a date a whole day just to shrug it off like it meant nothing.
"Why must you be the cold? Is this not what you had been wanting?" She questioned. "This is how I always act," Natalya quickly snapped, wanting to drop the subject. "It is just that I have a clearer mind, now that I know where our relationship lies."
That didn't feel like the whole truth though. Ukraine is old enough to know how her siblings like to talk in circles. While they are saying the date was "adequate", if she really is back to her old self then that is the best compliment she could give. But if not then that means she doesn't want her feelings to be known, which would likely imply the date went well. "Wait the second, did you two do the kissing?" She eventually asked.
Natalya's breath paused for a second. "Nyet," she denied with an exhale, taking the papers and putting them in a folder. Determined to get a confession Ukraine stood up and snuck up behind her sister, leaning in close. "Are your ears turning the red?" She asked innocently. They weren't of course, but she was hoping Natalya would react and give herself away.
With a slow turn of her head Natalya gave her sister an irritated look. "Nyet. They are not." Though after a few seconds a hand came up and rubbed the ear facing away from her, feeling for any heat.
"You two were giving each other the kisses!" Ukraine screamed in delight, her whole body shaking in happiness. Natalya grumbled and went back to collecting her things, trying to ignore her raving sister and her incessant questions. Though when they continued all the way to when they were on the train she was tempted to say she slept with him just to get them to stop talking.
Finally she was saved as her phone went off, shutting Ukraine up as they both stared at it and Natalya picked it up. "Is that him?" Ukraine wondered, only for Natalya to swat at her angrily. "That is none of your business, now be quiet." She was glad Ukraine had stopped talking but why couldn't he have texted her like normal? Why was he calling her all of the sudden?
Luckily they had a train cabin to themselves, but with nowhere to go outside of it and not a lot of time to keep him on hold she was trapped on here with her sister, and knowing Alfred, he probably has some odd reason to call her that he can't do through text. So reluctantly, Natalya answered the call.
"Sup Natalya, how've you been?" Alfred's cheery voice boomed through the phone, forcing the phone from her ear before she burst an eardrum. She flashed a dangerous look to Ukraine, knowing they heard his voice. They smartly stayed quiet, so Natalya slowly put the phone back to her ear and faced away from her sister.
"What is it you want? Don't you ask me that almost every day?" She spoke quietly, hoping he'd get the hint to be quiet as well. He did not. "Well... yeah. But it's been like, a week now. I sorta wanted to hear your voice, I guess." She didn't know whether to find that sweet or be pissed that that was his reasoning for calling.
"Whatever. If you really must know, I am fine. Currently I am being dragged out to one of these ridiculous girls' meetings no thanks to my sister," she finished with a not so discreet scowl at her sister, who was staring intensely at her before snapping her head away and looking out the window to the passing scenery. "Da keep looking out that window you eavesdropping creep!"
Giving it a minute to ensure they wouldn't look at her, she went back to the phone, acting like she hadn't just been yelling. Alfred, being used to his own volume and how she acts, didn't really notice either. "So I suppose I should ask you how you are doing."
"Me? Yeah I'm doing alright. We're in a lame duck period right now so I barely have to do anything for my boss. And while I'd usually take the time to meet with my next boss, since I already had the dude for eight years I didn't really see a point. So I'm basically on break again for the rest of the month."
"Sounds fun," Natalya said flatly, trying to find a more comfortable position to get in expecting him to turn this into a long call. "It is fun. Maybe you could try it if you ever get a different boss."
"My boss does great! He earned his position fair and square! This time around he got over eighty percent of the vote, unlike your pitiful elections!" Natalya barked into the speaker, insulted that he'd even suggest her great leader be replaced. Like most of her angry remarks, he had the opposite of the desired reaction and laughed heartily. "Sure thing babe."
Seems even after all that protest she eventually went back to unconditionally supporting her boss. It's a shame to be honest, but he isn't really surprised. She does seem to really like her boss... for some inexplicable reason. Guess they grow on you more when you know them for twenty two years. He just hopes there's some underlying doubt within her. It'd be sad for those protests to go to waste.
"Hey so what are you doing for Christmas by the way?" He wondered, getting to the secondary reason he called her. "Hmm? Big brother should be back soon so I will be spending it with him and sister."
"Oh..." he mumbled, sounding slightly disappointed. He lied on his couch and looked over at his Christmas tree, a couple presents underneath it. "Do those assholes not show up to your Christmas parties either?" He heard her whisper into the phone.
"Huh? Nah nothing like that. We sorta circulate who hosts it. I think it might be England, but he won't tell me because last time I jumped through his window, so now I'm forced to ride with my bro so he can watch me on the way there."
"I uh, wanted to see you again," he muttered in an uncharacteristically quiet way, only to perk back up again. "You know, since we just got together I thought it'd be nice to spend Christmas together." That was actually kind of sweet, which made her feel a little bad.
Curling into a ball she turned away from where Ukraine was sitting and brought the phone close, whispering even quieter and covering the mic as she seemingly began an intimate conversation.
While keeping her eyes on the window Ukraine tried her best to hear what was being said. She knew she shouldn't listen in but she couldn't help herself, she's just been so curious about what happened but Natalya has so far refused to tell her anything.
The shy display being put on only intrigued her even more. It looked like an embarrassed teen hiding their boyfriend from a parent. She could hear the occasional laugh from Alfred followed by a grumble or an amused huff from Natalya. It was cute. Ukraine just wished she knew what they were saying so she could coo over the two lovebirds.
Unfortunately she must've let a smile slip because suddenly there was a spine-chilling glare burning into the side of her head. It was downright terrifying, and suddenly made the cabin seem so much more cramped. If she weren't so invested in the phone call she'd leave to get some fresh air, given Natalya didn't just decide to throw her out.
The conversation went on for half an hour more before Alfred suddenly spoke up, his voice leaking through the cracks in Natalya's hand and spilling out just loud enough for Ukraine to hear. "Ok, I should probably let you get back to it then, with all that dumb work you're stuck doing and all. Oh and have fun at that girls' meeting."
Natalya only scoffed in response. "Oh come on it can't be that bad," Alfred argued. "I wish the guys had something like that, being able to hang out and gossip about others. Anything to stop talking so much about work."
"It is not as fun as you think. Just a bunch of women drinking and talking about relationships or complaining about who or whatever they feel like. I cannot imagine the absolute sausage fest you'd be subjecting yourself to would be much better. Constantly at each other's necks and then adding alcohol on top of that."
Alfred chewed on the inside of his cheek thinking about how that meeting would look. "I don't know, a giant bar fight of all the nations sounds pretty awesome. But I guess so, it wouldn't really be that great having everyone gang up their gossip on the what, ten or so girls that exist?"
"There aren't that few," Natalya insisted. "Could've fooled me," Alfred shrugged. "Either way, I guess it's sweet I've got you all to myself then." Natalya frowned, not really sure whether to be offended. The words sounded rude, the undertones felt sexual, but his tone sounded wholly innocent. "I'm not some shiny new trophy for you to flaunt in front of others."
"You know that's not what I meant," he laughed softly. "Though, if you're gonna be talking about the relationships with the girls why not put in a good word for me. I have no problem being an awesome new trophy." She raised a brow. "Oh? Who are you trying to impress?" The question came out sounding amused, but deep down jealousy was creeping up.
Her thoughts immediately went to Vietnam, then to any other women who could pose a threat to her. He better not be trying anything weird, or he'd live to regret it.
"Um, all of them?" He answered in the most harmless way. "I could always stand to have more people think I'm cool, especially people like Hungary, who still think I'm some little kid too young for relationships. C'mon, surely it's not wrong if we brag a little, just a teeny bit."
Natalya's brooding thoughts shut down, his lighthearted reasoning stumping her. She would assume the worst from things he said just for him to give some overly wholesome or sometimes downright clueless-to-the-implications response. She should find it sweet, but instead it only made her temper rise. Maybe people like her just weren't meant to be able to understand people like him.
Letting the anger drain away through a breath from her nose she spoke. "Alfred, you know our relationship must strictly remain a secret. We CAN NOT TELL ANYONE," she emphasized that last part, making sure Ukraine was looking at her when she said it.
"I know, I was just messing around," Alfred reassured her. "Then again as much as I'd want to boast, it's probably not a good idea to let Hungary know a thing about us. Especially not the uh, heh, sexual parts."
Hearing that come out of the phone, Natalya's eyes nervously flickered over to Ukraine, noticing them straighten up a little bit. In a desperate move to stop them from hearing she clutched the bottom of the phone, instead accidentally cupping her hand around the speaker and amplifying the sound.
"God could you imagine the kind of questions she'd ask? Sure I'm not exactly a virgin anymore but I don't think I'll ever be ready to hear about the things she's into."
"Alfred," she whispered, trying again to hide from her sister, but he continued. "I mean sure you said I did good for our first time, but even I know there's a limit to what I should brag about."
"Alfred! Stop talking dammit!" She spoke a little louder, now able to see her sister fully focused on her.
"Hey, speaking of which what kind of lipstick did you use? Because I had to take a super long shower and scrub pretty dang hard to get it off. I didn't even realize how much of it was on my face, and I found this dark red ring like halfway down my dick, that was an absolute pain to get rid of."
"Oh my God stop!" She pleaded, her face starting to burn. She knew it was too late, she just didn't understand why it was leaving her so embarrassed. Normally she could just play something like this off by remaining stoic but for some reason he always turned her into a blushing mess with her face in her hands.
"Not to mention it was a constant reminder of what you did, so I couldn't even look at it without getting a boner, and then I was trying to rub it off and it— you know what? I think you get the picture. I— "Stooopp! Just stop Alfred!" Natalya finally yelled, a hand on her her forehead hiding what little of her face could be seen by her sister. "You stupid fucking idiot."
"What did I do?" He asked obliviously. "I thought I told you my sister was— just... dammit!" She grumbled, abruptly hanging up, leaving Alfred confused and worried about what he had done.
Slamming the phone on the seat she crossed her legs and arms and glared at the wall, trying to avoid her sister's gaze and act like nothing happened.
"You had sex," Ukraine stated, her voice taking on that motherly tone again. Natalya kept her chin high, refusing to let herself reveal her shame, especially now that her sister sounded so displeased. So she opted not to respond, wanting to act like she didn't hear anything.
Pretty quickly she heard the hum of notifications coming from her phone, in what she assumed was Alfred texting her with questions about what had happened. She tried to ignore them, but when they wouldn't stop she eventually reached for her phone out of habit, only to see a hand swipe it away.
Following the hand she watched Ukraine read over the notifications with what almost looked like a sneer, a very unnatural expression for her face, before she turned the phone off and tucked it in her pocket.
"What are you doing?! Give that back!" Natalya shouted, standing up to retrieve the phone. Ukraine didn't budge, crossing her arms and frowning. "I am thinking you two have done enough of the speaking for now."
"Excuse me?!" Natalya growled, her extended hand clenching into a tight fist. Ukraine was about to tell her off, only for Natalya to slam the fist close to their head, scaring them and making them cry. While they were curled up in a ball and cowering, Natalya took the opportunity to steal back her phone, retreating to her side of the room to respond to the texts.
To her surprise Ukraine was quick to recover, wiping her eyes and glaring, yes, glaring at her. "That is not the fair sestra!" Natalya looked over her face and hard look in shock. "I can't believe you, are you actually mad at me right now?"
"You had the sex!" Ukraine shot right back, only to shrink back at her own volume and cover her mouth, worried her voice may have traveled through the train. Natalya scoffed, her anger slipping out, her eyes narrowing with indignation. "He's mine! I can do whatever I please with him. This was all your idea anyway so there's no reason get pissy with me."
"Nyet! Not that! I had never been agreeing to that. This was first date, it is still early, what if things are not working out with him? What then? You take virginity back?" Ukraine actually sounded furious, Natalya would've been impressed if she weren't so angered at the moment.
"Do you think I am some fucking idiot?! It was my date, I knew what I doing. I initiated it, it was my choice. Besides, we secured a relationship. I got what I wanted, and trust me, I don't intend to let it go. And you heard him, losing virginity was mutual. So stop freaking out."
"Did you at least use the protection?" Ukraine whispered, terror in her voice. Much to her chagrin Natalya silently leaned back, her face worryingly calm as she stated a cold and simple "nyet."
Ukraine nearly shrieked, her hands on her head in stress. "You are too young! I should never have been letting you dirty yourself in such way. I am a horrible older sestra! Please be forgiving me!" She whined, now starting to cry again.
Natalya rolled her head and groaned, fed up with this conversation. "Nyet, I'm not. I'm over a thousand years old, which makes me older than him by a century or two. And physically I'm nineteen, so is he. Now stop overreacting."
Ukraine shook her head rapidly, her face screwed tight, teary-eyed and red, whether out of frustration or embarrassment. "Nyet! Too young, too impure!"
"Well too late for that, damage is already done," Natalya pointed out, crossing her arms again and leaning back. "We went on our date, had fun, and eventually kissed. We felt we were in love so naturally we made love, and I have no intention of stopping."
Ukraine's hands covered her ears, attempting to block out the filthy words. Once her sister had stopped talking she opened her eyes, a stressed look on her face. "That boy needs the stern talking to."
"Right. Last time you tried to have a "stern talking" with him you ended up talking about our vacation the whole time. Seemed like a pleasant conversation to me," Natalya pointed out while rolling her eyes.
Ukraine's face went dark red, trying her best to hold in a scream. "Walking through desert and sleeping with my little sestra are two very different things!" After her outburst the two sisters fell silent, Ukraine nervously chewing her fingernails, her mind in a panic thinking about the new information she has to keep quiet about.
If she accidentally lets it slip during the girls' meeting then in no time everyone will know, and if and when Russia finds out someone slept with his sister then the whole world is as good as gone. She was hoping there would be time before her sister got to that point in the relationship, but this was all going way too fast.
Natalya patiently waited for Ukraine to simmer down, looking out the window with a careless expression. Though when they wouldn't stop making that ugly, worried face, she decided to get out with it. "I will be leaving for America's house on the 26th to celebrate Christmas with him, I plan to stay there for a day or two."
Ukraine paused her thinking to look at her sister, her attitude immediately shifting. "Oh, you can be going on Christmas Day if you are wanting. I am sure big brother would be understanding if you told him you were the busy. Remember, our Christmas is technically not until January."
"You know big brother doesn't like having to celebrate Christmas during the meeting week," Natalya mentioned. "Besides, I would rather not be there to get caught with America by Finland." That made Ukraine chuckle, lightening the mood. "Well to be fair, given he is the Santa Claus he probably is already knowing of you two."
"Creep," Natalya grumbled, frowning at nothing. Ukraine watched her for a moment, only to then remember their previous conversation. "Hey, no intercourse, I am meaning it!" She ordered with a commanding point at Natalya.
Natalya's frown deepened, her eye slowly shifting over to stare back at Ukraine. "Do not tell me what to do. I will have sex whenever I want. I can fuck him everyday if I damn well please. Now get off my ass! I am done talking about this!"
Ukraine cringed at the vulgarity, unable to find the words to respond. She didn't want to give up on the argument, but knew Natalya would never capitulate, likely having many more gross and graphic explanations as to why she won't put her fiery new activities on pause. So she stopped trying to speak, sitting alone with nothing but her worsening anxiety to keep her company.