Sorry to the like 2 people that have reviewed and said they liked this for the long waits on updates.
Now Chapter 4: Explanations
After our shared shower, Ivan dressed in his usual clothes. I had to wear some of his clothes - which were to big on me even with my body's changes - because my only set of clothes I had brought to Russia were much to small now.
I came out with 5 outfits similar to Ivan's that showed my curves - Ivan liked this a lot.
I took the Russian name Ekaterina. To prevent curiosity from the humans Ivan and I got married.
The World Meeting is about to start and everyone but Alfred is here. Just then the American slammed the door stomped over to where Ivan and I stood - now none of the other Nations knew that the former Arkansas was the mysterious woman Ivan had married.
"Russia! What did you do to her?!" Alfred demanded, "you sweep her off her feet, leave her dead somewhere then go marry this woman?!"
"Please sit down Mr. Jones, everything will be explained shortly," I spoke calmly and as clearly as I could with my Russian accent.
Alfred reluctantly went to his seat, still glaring at Ivan and I.
I stepped up to the podium.
"Privet, as many of you know I am Ekaterina Braginski. Along with Ivan I personify Russia. One thing none of you know is that I was once known as Grace Jones, I was once Arkansas," I finished and let this sink in. As expected Alfred leaped up and dove for me.
"G- Grace?" Alfred managed to stutter, "I- I thought you were dead."
"Nyet, my name is Ekaterina. I will not answer to any former names," I informed.
"Are you really who you say you were?" he pressed.
"Da," I answered. Alfred looked up at my a thousand questions flickering in his blue eyes.
I'm taller than him now…
"We will talk later," I said plainly and he backed away and returned to his seat.
When the meeting ended, I explained everything to Alfred - partially keeping my spouse from killing the blonde whole time.
"So what is the new Arkansas like?" I inquired.
"He's just like the old one: Strong, a little rebellious, and always changing," Alfred answered.
"What's his name?" I ventured.
"Hunter, Hunter Jones," the American replied.
"Take care of Hunter," I said over my shoulder as I turned and began to walk away, Ivan's arm around my waist.
Then I barely heard Alfred whisper to himself four little words I didn't expect to hear.
"I plan on it," He had said with the loving protective voice of an older brother.
Maybe you'll finally be someone's hero.
So so so sorry for the short chapter! And if you hadn't figured out words in italics are Ekaterina's (Grace's) thoughts. Again really short chappie sorry about that… please review.