Chapter 5: Not Again…
Warsaw POV
"Hey Vilnius, would you get over here already?"
The blonde turned her head away from the book she had been reading and looked at the two girls staring expectantly at her. One, a black haired girl with dark brown eyes, was grinning and looking in between Vilnius and a brunette. Aforementioned female, who had been the one to speak up, had her hands on her hips and was slightly glaring at her friend. "Like, seriously," she added, "I haven't seen you in a while and all you're doing is sitting there reading something that probably isn't good anyways."
Vilnius giggled. "You're sounding like Poland."
She huffed angrily. "I do not! Why would I sound like a man who paints his fingernails and dresses in short skirts?"
Vilnius covered her mouth slightly with her hand. Like her friend thought that she couldn't tell that she was giggling again. "Well, you're the one who lives with him-"
"I don't live with him! I have my own apartment, thank you very much. I don't think I'd be able to stand him if I had to stay with him."
"Well, you are his capital-"
"That doesn't matter!"
"Yes it does-"
"No it doesn't!"
"It does!"
"It doesn't!"
"It does!"
"It does-"
"Quiet, or else I'll pull a Hungary on you!" The third member of their group finally spoke up, giving fierce glares to the two. "Sure, all your fighting has so many implications that please me a lot, but you're still getting on my nerves!" She pointed to the blonde. "Seriously, Vilnius, you're such a wonderful girl but you're secretly sadistic or something! Don't let us see it in public, 'kay? We put up with enough from Moscow and the like, we don't want to put up with you acting all provocative and weird." She left the Lithuanian stuttering as she moved her finger to the other, who was blowing at her brown bangs. "And you, Warsaw, don't think that just because you're so BA—at least in your opinion—that you are higher than most everyone else. And you're still a chick, not a dude, so don't be dissing your country too much for his behaviors when you're the one whose been acting like you have testosterone and not estrogen running through your body since the fifteen hundreds! Alright, so maybe that's an overstatement, but that doesn't matter. The point is that neither of you act like your gender."
"Bu-but I am manlier than he is! It's so pathetic!"
"So? He's girlier than you. You're both kind of messed up." The black haired capital grinned as Vilnius just rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at the ceiling.
"But Budapest-"
"No 'but'ting me. Magyarország did actually teach me how to use a frying pan as a weapon, and if you don't just accept what is fact and start acting normal then I'll find one and hit you over the head with it. Hard."
Warsaw thought about continuing on and ignoring what the Hungarian had said—until she saw the smirk on the other's face. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea… "Fine. But we're leaving here with Vilnius, even if she gets on our nerves. She's too cute and she'll get harassed by who knows if we leave her here."
"What? I won't-"
"Deal!" Budapest grinned. "Let's go then Warsaw, Vilnius!"
"I said—let go of me! Budapest!" Vilnius attempted to protest as she was dragged along behind the two, but she really didn't have a chance. When Budapest set her sights on something—or Warsaw, for that matter—there was no way to get out of it or away from either of the two. Warsaw would know this to be fact…
The three left the blonde's apartment, Warsaw stopping and locked the door behind them with the spare key she had received some number of years earlier. After that momentary pause she caught up to the other two and so they traveled together for a couple of minutes, Vilnius at some point finally giving in and walked herself instead of having to be dragged. Luckily the park they were bound for wasn't too far off and soon enough they had stopped and were standing in a loose semi-circle, either staring at the pond or at the trees. Not too interesting, but none of them felt like talking for that moment.
But onto more important matters than thinking about what they were—or weren't—doing at their current point in time. After all, they had the person they had come to get with them now, didn't they? Things would be able to stay perfect as long as they didn't run into anyone annoying, like-
She shouldn't have thought of that. Who else shows up to ruin her now brightened mood other than the spawn of the devil himself? And dragging… someone with him. Whatever, that part didn't matter.
"Привет, Варшава, Вильнюс, и в Будапеште!" The evil bas—Moscow said, smiling widely and being creepy as was expected of him and his evil creeper of a country, Russia. Admittedly he wasn't as creepy and nowhere close to as psychotic as his country, but Warsaw still disliked—well, hated—his guts.
Apparently Budapest held similar sentiments. "Get lost, pöcsfej. We don't want to talk to you." Vilnius had taken to hiding behind her, only peering out slightly at the Russian. The Baltic countries weren't the only ones who were scared of Russia and his associate.
Moscow's gray eyes dulled slightly, but he was still smiling. "Aww, you don't really mean that, Budapest! I know you, and you're really much nicer than that!"
"Oh really?" Warsaw deadpanned, setting one of her hands on her hip. "If you did, you would know that saying that was, like, a really dumb thing to say." This was confirmed with a quick glance to Budapest, whose right eye was twitching slightly. She was also holding a stick. Sure, not as effective as a facet pipe or a frying pan, but still a decent weapon in a pinch.
"Idiot, let go of me!" Warsaw finally took slight notice of the figure who Moscow had been dragging with him. Said figure, who for some reason looked slightly familiar, was glaring at the male with blue eyes that had hardened to something akin to ice. "I don't want to be pounded by a pissed Hungarian!"
"But Kaliningrad," he said, still smiling but appearing to be slightly pouting, "I'll keep you from getting hurt!"
She didn't let down her glare. "Let. Go. Of. Me." After a moment with no change she faced the other three. "Help me get away from this—away from Moscow, please? He hasn't left me alone all day and he's getting on my nerves!"
"And who are you?" Seriously, Warsaw didn't recognize this chick just from a name. She wasn't a genius or anything.
"I'm Kaliningrad! Moscow won't leave me alone. Now, can't you help me out a little?"
"No, we can't." Ah, now Warsaw recognized the name. They had no business with any of Russia's cities. Capital was one thing, cities quite another. Besides, they could handle their own business.
"Seriously? Help me out already!" The platinum blonde appeared to be cursing heavily under her breath, but it didn't last too long as Moscow, still smiling, tugged on her arm again.
"Now, дорогой, we must be going, нет?"
The other Russian's eyes widened at the statement. "What did you say to me? I'll-" She didn't get to finish her statement as the taller of the two started walking briskly away, skipping slightly as he drug the now irate ex-capital and present city behind him.
The three watched them leave for a couple of seconds as the shorter of the pair kept struggling, even when she had been slung over one of Moscow's shoulders. She also appeared to be giving them the finger. How lovely. But Warsaw didn't really give that much of a crap, and apparently neither did Budapest or Vilnius as the first suggested a round of I Spy and the other agreed. She eagerly joined in, despite the non-exciting nature of the game, and the Polish capital started questioning just why they had decided to go on a trip to the park with Vilnius in the first place when they had nothing planned to do. Then again, did it matter? No, it didn't, she finally concluded. Spending time with a friend that she hadn't seen in a while was worthy enough of their time.
A/N: Hmm. I actually put in a line this time, just in case the formatting was being a pain again while submitting this chapter.
...I have a feeling that this chapter wasn't all that good. I tried reviewing it over, but I wasn't sure at times what to edit and what not to edit. Writer's dilemma, eh? I'm still looking for a beta who can review my chapters, but no responses yet.
Also, no reviews last chapter? Sure, I submitted this chapter pretty quickly after the last one (less than a week! Woot!) but still, you make me cry. :'( Alright, so maybe I'm exaggerating just a little. Fine, I'm exaggerating a lot. But still, if you have time I would greatly appreciate any feedback you could give me.
As to translations, thanks are to Google ('cause I know only 'brother', 'sister', 'yes', and 'no' in Russian) and to a site called youswear. com, which has tons of curses in different languages. (You can find the cuss words in here on there under their respective language categories, in case you are curious.) But here you go:
Magyarország (Hungarian)- Hungary
"Привет, Варшава, Вильнюс, и в Будапеште!" (Russian)- "Hi, Warsaw, Vilnius, and Budapest!" (For some reason it added the 'B' letter thing along with the 'e' letter at the end when I put the exclamation mark on the end, so I'm not sure if that's correct or not...)
Pöcsfej (Hungarian)- D****bag
дорогой (Russian)- Darling
нет (Russian)- No (I figured that since some people say '...yes?' and others say '...no?' as an affirmative ending to statements and because Russia already uses the yes/da that Moscow would possibly use this, pronounced like 'nyet', instead. In other words, it's because I didn't want to have people thinking I was having Moscow be a mini-me of Russia as he is most certainly not, even if they are pretty similar. ;])