I haven't written in a while since last chapter, so I wanted to write more, and finished before I thought I would :D!

Junsa-Mito

Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia does not belong to me.

All around her was snow.

Snow, snow, snow.

The lawn was covered with white, the clouds were slowly clearing and the rays of the sun made the piles sparkle like diamonds.

Everything was as clear and happy as spring.

Spring...

"Natalya! I brought you something!" The little girl turned her head, watching with delight as his quick footsteps crunched through the snow.

"All the rest died, but for some reason this one lived! Look, it's very pretty, da!" She stared in astonishment at the flower. It was his favorite, and for that reason, hers as well.

A sunflower.

"It's beautiful, Vanya!" Squealing, her small form leaped onto his and sent him crashing into the soft mounds of white.

"I'm glad you like it, da." Ivan smiled softly, his right hand holding the flower and his left pressed against his baby sister's head.

"Is Vanya happy? I can say big words now! Bee-yuu-tee-full!" Natalya sounded each syllable out for him to hear.

"I'm very happy!" And it was the truth.

They laid in the snow for a while, laughing, joking, playing.

All the clouds cleared and revealed the sky of blue.

Perfection.

The Belorussian woman stirred, eyes fluttering open. Her lips were pressed into a solemn line as she came to from the dream.

Over her shoulder, Natalya saw Yao still snoring softly underneath the white covers of the twin bed that stood across from her own. The time on the digital clock read 5:30 A.M. One hour left before making preparations to leave for work.

On her knees, she slid quietly off the mattress, as not to wake her partner. After a quick shower, Natalya slipped on a navy blue sweater dress that reached to her knees, with white stockings and heeled slippers.
She only caught a glance of herself in the mirror as she rummaged through her handbag.

How childish; it was the same sort of clothing she wore as a little girl, during playtime at the large estate back in ...

No. Thoughts like that couldn't return again.

"So...do you like princesses? Fairies? Ponies? Unicorns?" Yong Soo pressed, watching the tyrant's daughter lick the chocolate ice cream. Lucky girl didn't have to go to school-the man called Sato had already taken care of whatever intelligence she needed in order to carry out her 'father's' bidding.
The idea of Sakura heading into a forced, corrupted life made him frown.

He wiped it away as soon as her attention fell on him.

"I don't know what any of those are."
"What? You're a little girl, and you don't know about fairy tales and that kind of stuff, da-ze?" Both of his hands slammed against the cafe table, attracting the surprised glances of the customers nearby.

"Please be quiet, Yong Soo-san. People around us are watching." Sakura lowered her head, a rather unsteady gaze focusing on the tiled pavement. This movement struck him odd. Did she look...embarrassed?

"Ahh, sorry about that. It's just really surprising, a kid not knowing about anything like that..." He grinned sheepishly, slumping back into the chair. When he looked across from him, she was staring at him wide-eyed, mouth open and shaking.

"I-is that something I need to know?" Even her voice was unstable. Her whole body was trembling, and she was waiting for an answer, ready to break. Yong Soo chewed on his lip, looking at his banana split with guilt. Really, what could he say? Sakura was a little girl-no, she could be, but Kiku made it so she couldn't be. He began to wonder how Kiku would treat her if she was just an ordinary girl, who just happened to be born to the Yakuza heir that spread horror and turmoil to his enemies. Would he abuse her? Then again, if he told her the truth and said that every child should act carefree and unrestrained-the very opposite of her-would she-

"I-it is, isn't it? Yong Soo-san, please tell me what I should do! If I'm not how Otou-Sama wants me, I'm-" The girl's breathing was shallow, and the ice cream cone fell from her hand, splattering on the pavement. He cringed. Well, he 'd have to buy her a new one later...

Sakura wasn't his only problem at the moment. Everyone else seemed to be whispering , taking glances at their table and frowning at him. Oh boy. What to do...

Yong Soo desperately craned his neck forward, backward, left, right-

There! He pleaded with his heart that by chance, this person wouldn't be busy and actually have the heart to aid a teenager with a terrified little girl, who was now going into a shock phase.

"E-excuse me!" The lady slowed her pace, turning her head towards him.

Wow.

Blue eyes like frozen pools of water, lips the shape and color of rose petals, hair that slicked down her elegant back like a waterfall of pale blond, skin practically the shade of snow.

This lady was gorgeous, through and straight.

And...if he played his cards right later...

"Uh, my friend asked me to babysit this little girl here...look, I'm, uh, not good with little kids, so..." English, English. Even though Miss Gorgeous looked Slavic, he used it just to make sure.

"I understand. I am not in a hurry." What a lovely accent! Slavic, she certainly was. Her English seemed fine enough, so he settled for using that.

"Thanks! I'll pay you something later..." The lady apparently paid him no heed, as she lowered her hourglass form to level herself with the horrified child.

"What is the matter?" Sakura gasped, not noticing her arrival.

"Who-no, there's nothing the matter..." Pleadingly, she shook her head, but it did no good.

"You are lying."
"I-I am not! Lying is wrong, lying is wrong!" Her small hands curled into fists, clenching the fabric of her dress.

The Slavic woman eyed him carefully. What could he have done to make her so worried...?
"Of course it is wrong. No one is perfect-"
"But, I'm supposed to be perfect..." The child's voice grew smaller and smaller. Dull brown eyes were leaking tears that left wet trails down her rosy cheeks. This child was lovely, but still...

"Perfection isn't human." Pulling up an empty chair, she pulled a handkerchief from her dress pocket and offered it to the girl. Sakura took it hesitantly, admiring the floral pattern of the fabric in her small hands.

"Flowers...they're lovely..."
"They are not perfect. Is that not what makes them lovely?" Without noticing, the coolness of her own voice had become softer the more time she had spent watching this crying girl.
"I-I don't know..." Sakura wiped away her tears quickly, and held out the handkerchief to its owner.

"Thank you." Although her eyes were still red, most of her composure had returned.

"Keep it." Yong Soo watched as Miss Gorgeous' elbows were rested on the table, hands up and fingers bent against one another. Her gaze, cool yet concentrated, was rested on Sakura, who was once again looking at the handkerchief.

"Er...thanks a lot, Ma'm! You really helped me there, da-ze!" He unfolded his wallet, until he heard her chair sliding backwards.

"I don't want any money, but I accept your gratitude." Miss Gorgeous raised an elegant hand and swept away a loose strand, and was ready to turn on her heel, when he decided on something he would gain from her.

"Then tell me your name, da-ze!" She tilted her head, eyes locked onto his.

"Natalya. Natalya Arlovskaya."

Yao and Natalya were separated once they received orders from a serious looking man name Homare, who was Kiku's older brother. Kiku himself was away on business, and his brothers made sure that everything in the building was operating smoothly.

Yao was sent to an office down the East hall, led by an energetic-looking man they called Junsa. Natalya followed Homare outisde, as he instructed her to do.

"Originally, it was planned that you would join her. But something came up this morning, that you were changed to another duty." He cleared his throat.

"My younger brother was irresponsible enough to have a daughter, not even that of his current relationship's. Orders are meant to be followed, and he has her on watch daily. This watch, proven by an incident this morning, appears to be inadequate. Because you are a professional-is what Zwingli insured-as well as proof from your records, none of your clients were scratched during bodyguard work, and neither were you." Natalya couldn't read his face, for his back was turned towards the busy street, yet by his words she could tell he was impressed, as much as he did very well to hide it.

"I understand, Mr. Honda."

Yong Soo received a call from earlier that he was to bring Sakura back to Honda International. Gah, he really shouldn't have answered the phone right next to the girl crying...

"You." He froze in his footsteps, a quick exhale of breath from Sakura, who stood beside him, made him look forward.

At least his ears weren't crazy, and that he could actually recall voices.

This time, the Korean couldn't help himself from grinning, despite the cold glare he received in return.

"Natalya, it's nice to see you again, da-ze!"

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