Chapter Six: The Joys of a Family
Moscow POV
"Brother… marrymemarrymemarrymemarryme—"
"GoawaygowaygoawayGOAWAY—"
Moscow sighed, leaning back against the wall by the front door. He would've helped Russia out of his situation—if it was anyone other than Belarus. He had been threatened more than once by her knives—how she kept them hidden on her person, he had no clue—and he did not desire to repeat the experience. Besides, no one besides Minsk could handle her, and he wasn't sure how the other capital managed to do so. He always succeeded at pulling her out of the Russian house, even when she came to 'visit' more than once or twice a week.
Moscow found Minsk to be an alright person. They weren't the closest, but considering current events weren't that far apart either. Then again, Minsk seemed to be disliking Russia and him more and more, and they weren't talking so much any longer. Maybe it had something to do with Minsk's current boss...? He didn't really know, but it was something to suspect, no? The blonde turned his head upon hearing the door next to him creak open. Помяни чёрта...
"Добры дзень, Масква," The gray-haired capital said, pale blue eyes betraying no emotion—as was usual—as he stepped through the doorway and in front of the Russian. Despite his greeting in Belarusian Minsk mostly spoke in Russian, so it was always rather easy for Moscow to understand him. "This is the… fifth time this week, correct?"
"Yes, it is." The Russian capital smiled slightly. "I really wonder why that is. Do you know?"
Minsk's eyebrow rose a little, but otherwise he made no other move. "Why would I know? Now, I should go and get her now before she goes and does something too much further." He turned away from the other in an almost mechanical action and started to ascend the staircase.
"Wait!" Moscow moved from the wall a couple of steps, expression lighting up. "You're going to the next meeting and the dance, no?"
The Belarusian paused, his lips appearing to twitch into something that might've been a smile momentarily before his face was cleared once again. "Of course I am. I'm assuming you're taking the opportunity to bring along some of your cities with you."
"Why wouldn't I?" Moscow's smile grew wider. "St. Petersburg and Kaliningrad are definitely going to come and some of the others might also, which makes me just so happy!" It was unspoken that by 'going to come' he meant 'going to be dragged there, willingly or not' but that was one of his traits which he happened to share with his nation. Unlike Russia, however, he almost always thought that they actually wanted to come but that they were 'too shy to say so'.
"Good. Now I'm going to get Belarus." The gray haired male continued up the stairs and Moscow realized that that moment was the opportunity to hide while the crazed country was leaving the household—she was still very able to use her knives or any handy weapon on him as 'practice'—and so hid himself in the kitchen. That way he could hide in the pantry or escape out the window if something went wrong—not that it did often, but still.
A few minutes later he could hear the obsessive sibling darkly muttering and then the sound of a door opening and then being slammed shut. He waited a little longer, heard nothing else, and was peeking his head into the hallway when he heard tapping behind him. Moscow stopped himself from panicking—badly, at least—and relaxed when he turned around and saw Kiev staring at him from the other side of the window rather than Belarus. Then again, the latter probably would've not bothered with alerting him and would have broken the window instead.
He unlocked and opened the window, curious about what the other was doing. "Привіт!" The Ukrainian said, grin barely noticeable under the scarf the sandy blonde capital always wore. "Ukraine bumped into Belarus while we were coming here to deliver treats to Russia again, so I came over here to give them to you so she wouldn't forget and run off with them again!" Kiev help up the basket at about face level so as to allow Moscow to grab the handle and bring them through the open window. He did so, noting that despite the warm—for Moscow, at least—weather he was once again bunked out in several thick layers of clothing. This compounded the issue that no one except for perhaps Ukraine knew whether the capital was female or male. The Russian thought he was a guy, but Minsk insisted that Kiev was the opposite and so they had set up a sort of 'bet' on the outcome—whenever they would be able to find that out.
Aforementioned capital remained grinning as he ran off towards an emotional nation. Moscow checked to see that Belarus and Minsk were indeed far away from the house before climbing up the start to check on Russia and both confirm that his younger sister had left the residence and inform him that Ukraine had brought food. Then he could go and find Kaliningrad! For some reason she always left the house when Belarus was nearby, despite never being noticed by the country. After that he could find a few other Russian cities to do stuff with or he could even visit the Baltic capitals again. He grinned as he reached the entrance to the house and pulled on one of his lighter jackets. It looked like the rest of the day was going to be so much fun!
A/N: Writing Moscow is actually pretty fun. He's like a more innocent Russia in this story. (I'd like to think that's because not only is he the largest city in the country but he also was unlikely to have snapped quite as much as Russia himself, as though he was of course involved in the Russian Revolution he was a city and therefore was less impacted. Or my thinking could be completely off. If so, I apologize in advance. XD)
Oh, and I'm now rewriting the first chapter! I've figured that it was so horridly written that I needed to drastically improve it. Expect to be notified of that soonish! :]
As a note, Moscow personally refers to Kiev as 'he'. That is by far no actual means to telling what Kiev's gender is. (If this had been from Minsk's POV, for example, Kiev would've been referred to as a 'she'.) Also, you all may or may not find out officially whether Kiev is a girl or boy, so feel free to guess. ;]
Translation time! (One of these was by Google Translate, so if any of you know better I'd appreciate being corrected. /knows no Cyrillic languages whatsoever)
Помяни чёрта (Russian)- Speak of the devil
Добры дзень, Масква (Belarusian)- Good afternoon, Moscow
Привіт (Ukrainian)- Hello
Oh, and as yet another note, if y'all haven't noticed (I'm not sure if I've told you yet), if a character is speaking in italics that means they are speaking in a language other than English. (Also, Minsk mostly speaks Russian as very few Belarusians can actually speak Belarusian and Kiev was speaking in Russian but usually uses Ukrainian.)