_ had been living with the two countries for a month now. She still didn't know they were countries though. Most humans weren't allowed to know about them. Belarus didn't see why their 'daughter' couldn't know, but Russia insisted it was for the best. He still wasn't so sure about keeping the girl.
"Why can't we? I found her so the child is ours!" Belarus argued with her brother.
"She's not ours, сестра (sister); she must have parents somewhere." It took Russia awhile to gain the courage to break this to her. His sister gotten awfully attached to _ and he knew she wouldn't like this.
Belarus was pacing back and forth, not looking at her brother. _ was upstairs in her room, taking a nap. Russia reached out to his sister.
"Bela-" He drew back. His sister had that look on her face. He expected her to bring up marriage or becoming one.
"If she doesn't make you want to want to marry me," She turned, their matching violet eyes meeting. "Then fine. I'll try harder but you are not taking my дочка(daughter)from me."
"_ needs to go. She's not ours."
"Papa doesn't want me?" _ poked her head into the living room. She couldn't sleep and wanted to play Not anymore though.
"Sunflower, I-" His sister passed him and scooped _ up.
"You're staying, no matter what he says." Belarus promised.
"Mama, why doesn't Papa want me?" The girl sniffled and looked up at her. Belarus only hugged her closer and stared at her brother.
"I'm only worried about how your real parents are." He stroked _'s hair. "Where are they? Why are you away from them?"
The girl was quiet.
"You won't get into any trouble; I promise, sunflower." He cajoled. They really needed to know this.
"Mommy disappeared." She finally said, rubbing her wet eyes. "We came here because Mommy wanted to see someone. She left and never came back."
The Russian frowned as his sister spoke. "And your other папа (papa)?"
"I don't have one. It was just me and Mommy." The girl said quietly, sniffling.
"See?" The Belarusian looked to her brother. "No parents. That means she's mine."
"Bel-Natalya," He switched to her human name for _. "We should-."
She growled at her brother and he shrank back. She looked back down at _, wiping tears from her (s/t) cheeks. "It's still nap-time, дочка(daughter). We're going upstairs."
The little girl nodded and her new mama started their way to the stairs. _ watched her papa with wet eyes as they moved. Russia wanted to say something more to take the hurt from her eyes, but feared his sister's wrath.
He never meant to hurt his little sunflower or his sister for that matter. The Russian man still believed it was only right to search for the girl's real mother though. How could he explain that without upsetting them?