A/N:This is a quick relaxed story. this is all Steph and Lovi lol so, please enjoy. still part of the plot though lol
Steph: I still can't sleep.
Me: than read this fanfiction. it'll help you then.
Darkness, a sigh, and a little black box with 12:55 blinking in red, it was official, Steph just couldn't sleep. With a groan, she turned onto her side for the tenth time only to fall again to her back and rub at her eyes. "This never happened with Otets here," she muttered to herself before rolling again and looking at the clock.
12:57 screamed at her in the silence. Another sigh and she slipped out of bed and put a robe on over the flannel pajamas she was wearing. She walked out of the room and wandered around the halls hoping that she would get tired enough to sleep. Faintly she heard a noise coming from the kitchen and a hand slipped into her robe.
She walked slowly downstairs not making a single sound as she was taught and peeked into the only lit room. She saw a familiar curl and sighed softly. She withdrew her hand from her robe and stepped into the room. "You have not yet adjusted to the time difference, da?" she asked the Italian softly.
"CHIGII! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Lovino shouted jumping a foot off the ground and dropping the tomato that he found in the refrigerator.
"Moi izvineniya, Lovino."
Lovino looked at the Russian girl, her expression somber and exhausted."What's wrong with you? It's one in the morning here, isn't it?"
"Da, I can't sleep, and I have a meeting in Volgograd in six hours."
Lovino looked her over blankly. He remembered Antonio's words before he had died. He wanted him to get revenge and he was in the house of one of the murderers. The state Steph was in now, he could easily get rid of her, but she just looked so pathetic, and little. She looked like who she was before she gained Russia as her own, and whether she knew it or not, her eyes seemed to scream that she wanted out and she wanted Ivan back. She...
"I'm going back to bed. I'm sorry for bothering you, Lovino. Please do clean the mess on the floor before you retire," Steph said, interrupting Lovino's train of thought before leaving the room.
I shook my head and regarded the larger country's words picking up the poor smashed tomato. I cleaned the floor and then went back into the refrigerator. Steph seemed to have stocked the thing with tomatoes. I shook my head after pushing a thought that maybe she wasn't too bad. I sat down and ate the tomato I had pulled out vaguely aware of the time. A half an hour passed before I heard a a frustrated groan. I pushed it away. Why should I care about the Russian bitch who pulled me from my home to live with her? She forced me to come here after all. She called for me at two o'clock, and reluctantly, I went to see what she wanted from me.
I walked into her room and she was sitting up hugging her knees. She still looked so small... I mentally slapped myself for thinking anything good about her."What? It's late and I'm getting tired." I growled out at her.
She looked up blearily. "Help me sleep..." she muttered, "pozhaluĭsta?"
I flinched at her tone, thankful for the darkness keeping her from seeing that."And what makes you think I'll do that? How the fuck am I supposed to anyway?"She gave me the most pathetic look and I sighed."Fine, I'll count sheep or something..."
She settled back into bed and I sat on the edge of it. Slowly, I counted up to ten and then growled frustratedly."What the hell are you looking at? You wanted me to help you sleep and I'm doing that! Put your back into it and close your eyes!"
She closed her eyes and my expression softened slightly. A flash of my brother replaced her and I shook my head. 'Stupid little brother, I can't believe he taught me this.' "Good, I'll continue now." I continued up to 20 and she opened her eyes again to look up at me tiredly. I scowled at her. "GO TO SLEEP DAMN IT! I'm counting sheep for you! Speaking of which, why is it always sheep? Why not tomatoes, or pizza?"
"I don't know. It shouldn't matter," she mumbled sleepily.
"That's right. You know what? I'm counting tomatoes instead!"
"Why tomatoes? Count vodka instead."
"I'm counting and I'll count whatever the hell I want!"
"You're my underling!"
"What's with you? If you have a problem then I'm not going to count at all. Now shut up and listen!" I started counting again. I counted with tomatoes and there was another flash of my brother instead of the Russian. My expression softened again against my will and she seemed to be falling asleep finally.
"Hmph, finally you're getting tired? I knew tomatoes would be better than anything else, but it's making me hungry..."
"Then go eat. I have plenty for you."
"I can't eat now! Anyway, you're the one who asked me to do this. Now stop talking and sleep!" More counting and by the time I reached 50, she was out like a light. "Sound asleep. You were a hand full you know that you jerk?" I whispered, but the venom I thought to be in my voice wasn't there.
Steph faintly woke up and moved over trying to tug me into her bed. I was tired anyway, so I just let her. I laid on my side and she curled against me, her back to mine. It was reminiscent of when my brother and I slept together. I sighed. How could a bitch like her remind me of my stupid little brother? Oh well. I yawned and let myself sleep, the last thing I saw being a flash of my brother beside me, much like Steph was. Unknowingly, I turned and wrapped myself around her staying like that.
A/N: so... how was it? It's not like the rest of the story and all but i'm sure some of you who keep up with the story understand the deep meaning to this chapter. So steph, did you enjoy it?
Steph: zzzzz
Me: anyways... now for translations in order:
Otets - Father
Moi izvineniya - My apologies
pozhaluĭsta - please