Russia and Belarus, after all their arguing, decided that the best thing to do was to ask _ what she wanted. Whether temporarily or permanently, they are her parents and parents put their kids first. Now was the time to make sure they did all they could to make her happy.
The Baltics were back at their homes and Ukraine was at the store. The two siblings sat little _ on the couch, her big (e/c) orbs looking at them curiously.
"Did I do something bad?" She asked softly, wondering why her parents made her come sit down.
"няма," Belarus patted her head. "You've been a good girl, дачка."
"Then why?"
The siblings gave each other a look and the Russian sighed.
"We need to have a talk, da?" He gave her his usual childish smile. "We want to know what you want."
_ grinned. "Hugs!"
The parents blinked as their daughter hugged them both.
"Now lets go play!" The little (h/c)-haired girl hopped off the couch and took their hands.
Her papa chuckled and the corners of her mama's mouth twitched. Russia pulled _ onto his lap.
"That's not what we mean, sunflower."
The girl tilted her head at them.
"Do you want to stay with us or...or would you like to go home with your mama?"
"I'm her mama!" Belarus huffed, causing Russia to shrink back.
"I-I mean her first one..." He mumbled.
A piece of (h/c) hair fell over _'s eyes so Bela pushed it behind her ear before staring off into space.
The girl's face fell and her eyes got wet.
"M-Mama don't want me anymore either?"
Belarus' head snapped back and she brought her daughter in a tight embrace. She looked to her brother, one that said 'Fix this. Now.'
The Russian kissed the girl's head.
"никогда (nikogda; never). We both love you so much. We just want to know what will make you happy, sunflower. No more, no less."
_ sniffled and her mama pulled back from the hug.
"Now, what would make you happy, дачка?" Belarus' soft gave met the girl's.
_ stared down at her lap. What did she want? She loved her Mama and Papa very much, but that didn't mean she didn't love her Mommy, wherever she may be.
"I...I miss Mommy..." She mumbled.
The Belarusian's eyes widened and her brother frowned.
"But..." She began again. "I would miss Mama and Papa more."
She hugged Bela and pressed her face into her torso as she grabbed Russia's hand.
"I wanna stay. Please don't make me go." _ begged.
Her papa kissed her head and Belarus actually smiled a little. The little family will never break up . Not if they have anything to say about it.