A/N - I've decided to take out the scene names of each, well, SCENE, because I'd rather the audience, you guys, be surprised of what you find in each scene. XD I'd rather not give it away. ;D Plus, they're kinda distracting. That's how I feel at least. Feel free to input on this.

~(CH1)~

For a long while, the family only stared at the house. When the wind died down, Feliks went to get the luggage. They were still dazed by the time he opened the truck, so he called out to them, "Hey, guys! I could, like, totally use your help right now!"

The family turned around, all of them rather quickly, and the three Baltic servants nodded their heads in agreement.

"Come on! Hustle!"

"Calm down, kay!" Raivis, Eduard, and Toris gathered around the Polish man and took each luggage carefully, knowing full well the consequences if anything was found out of place inside.

The nobility moved forward, crossing the craggy driveway adorned with grey flowers and a tall chimney. The color of a dead fading green, the house consisted of two connected blocks; the out-sticking large block that most likely made up the master bedroom, and the further block across the desert front where the living room and kitchen resided in.

Ivan, as evident leader, walked along the pavement to the front door, followed by the ever-eager Natalia, her older sister, Yekaterina, the three servants carrying the family luggage suppressing their grunts, and Feliks with his hands behind his head and lips puckered, waiting for something interesting to happen.

A gust of wind blew against them causing the trio servants to tremble and Ivan's grey scarf to lift up. Yekaterina bounded forward and caught it before the sacred item became pricked on a cactus on the windowsill. Ivan smiled, Yekaterina smiled, and Natalia humphed.

Ivan jumped the two steps and threw open the extremely creaky black screen door. Fishing through the contents of his pocket, he retrieved the silver key and opened the door. Wind tried desperately to enter, but was promptly ignored by the men and women rushing to get inside and away from the cold.

As Ivan approached the living room, the floor creaked beneath his weight and he paused, slightly fearing it would give in. The Russian frowned at his new home. To his left were glass vases filled to the brim with macadamia nuts along the pillared hallway. Looking ahead, one could spot the badly wired computers and scattered printed papers. The television set was rather large in the living room, not that it mattered anyhow; they didn't watch much in Moscow because the connection was such a hassle to fix. On each side of the TV were black bookshelves, the book titles covered in dust. And directly to his right was himself. Oh no wait, nevermind, it was a mirror at the end of the hallway.

Natalia moved to be closer to her big brother and stated, "It seems we have been tricked."

Eduard handed the luggage over to Feliks, despite his protesting, and moved towards his master as well. "It isn't as luxurious as the scam man said."

Ivan, disheartened, closed his eyes and tilted his head in mourning. "Ah, I'm afraid you are right…But we will just make do, yes?"

Eduard retreated back in shock, but recovered to merely appear as if he was adjusting his glasses. "O-Of course we will…"

"Okay!" Yekaterina began cheerfully. "Set those things down before looking for the rooms. It's first come, first serve!"

Toris felt an extreme increase of weight as Feliks dropped Eduard's handful of luggage onto him and ran through the hallway. "W-Wait a minute! You're not even staying!" The Pole just laughed in the distance.

~()~

Eduard turned back to the clattering of the front door. Raivis was still outside, his back to it, trembling. "Raivis." He didn't answer. The Estonian tapped on the door lightly and Raivis jolted to face him. "What's got you so worked up?"

Raivis shifted his eyes a bit. "I…I thought I saw something…"

"Something…?"

"Moving."

Eduard sighed and tried to open the door for him to come inside. Raivis hesitated to move back so that he could open it all the way.

"It was just a giant flying sugar glider," and the small boy laughed and relaxed enough to motion inside.

~()~

Ivan and his sisters were looking around the dining room and the adjacent kitchen. There were two long tables with many chairs and a television set was placed in the corner. The white-tiled kitchen had enough space so that multiple people could work on different projects at the same time. Despite the many windows adorning the walls, light did not pass into the rooms. That might have been due to the weather conditions that day, but it still gave the kind design a gloomy feel.

Natalia brushed a finger against the white table closest to the TV. "It's rather clean compared to the living room, isn't it, Brother?" Ivan muttered an agreement.

"Is the water working, Big Sister?" he asked Yekaterina. She smiled and sent him a thumbs up. "That's good."

The Russian man waltzed over to the stove and turned the knob, checking the gas. "This works too."

Natalia frowned in eventual realization. "Brother, why are we checking the functions of the house instead of claiming our rooms?" she said, disgusted at the idea of living in a dank, small room while the servants lapped in a larger luxury.

"Do not worry," Ivan replied, patting her ribbon flat on her head causing her to blush, "we will get the rooms that we want, even if it must be by force."

After that scary sentiment, Ivan wandered into the next room where he spotted two large machines that appeared to be a washer and dryer. There was also a brown door that would probably lead to the patio. Past that, Ivan found, peeking his head out, was the large mirror and in front, a blue-tiled washroom.

He went inside and turned on and off all the knobs to check the water pressure.

"It's all okay here!" Ivan slammed the door casually and was about to join his sisters in investigating the fridge, but paused as he heard it open again. He turned around carefully, sending the gap a questioning look before shutting it by the handle, making a hand gesture telling it to stay, and turning around quickly as his sisters left the kitchen to inspect the patio.

After he left outside, the door creaked open again.

~()~

A/N - Haha! Uploaded! Swear, this manner of writing is such a mother…Word limit, description limit, time limit, ROMANCE LIMIT?-!-? I'm at my wits end, but hopefully, you guys will start to get a feel for this story soon.

Crimson Knighte and Randomanime456, this one's for you. ;D

IMPORTANT!A/N - Update (2-7-11) Ugh. ON HIATUS. It's on hiatus until I can solve some major problems with the storyline. It's the kind of story that needs to be read one after the other, or at least the chapters within short intervals, so I really need to sort things through before I update any more. I've worked on it until Chapter 9 (WOW!) but I can't get this one part right (that means, you guys, Chappy9 is, like, MAJOR. XD). Soooo, yes. It'll be on hiatus until further notice. Sorry! ^_^

Till next time! But tell me what you think of it in the meantime!

~TMRomance