Alright so this is just a filler chapter but will end up having great significance later on. This is also really short.


"That has to be Russia." England said when the doorbell rang.

"Then let's go lapin." France said strutting towards the front door.

"Damn frog." England smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Petit Russie! I was afraid you weren't going to come!" France said dramatically.

"Oi frog! Let the man enter the house!" England yelled pulling France away from the large Russian. "Welcome Russia. You can go place Moscow on Victoria's bed. France will go get your bags."

"Spasibo, Angliya." Russia said strained as he carried a sleeping Moscow up the stairs. He barley caught Germany's smile and Berlin's disappointed head shake as he handed his father five Euros.

"No Deon you stay down here. Victoria you take Moscow's bags up to your room. Deon if you try to walk up those steps one more time I'll have you rooming with Berlin." England's yelling brought a smile to Russia's face. As did the yell of 'No!' that came from Paris and Berlin.

"Do not worry lapin, I will take the bags upstairs."

When Russia finally set Moscow down on London's bed he found that Moscow had tangled herself up in his scarf. "Chert." Russia swore.

"I didn't know you knew those words Russie." France said stepping into the room and placing down Moscow's bags. "Oh." France said when he saw Russia's predicament. "That's not good." He closed and locked the bedroom door. "Here let me help."

"Nyet. I do not need help." Russia said.

"Come on Russie. I already know." France said walking forward.

"I said nyet, Frantsiya." Russia growled pulling out his pipe.

"Ivan! Listen to me." France said grapping one end of the pipe. "If you don't let me help you Arthur is going to come up here and then he will get Alfred."

"Da, da." Russia said letting go of the pipe and watched as France placed his pipe under the bed. "Alright help me, pozhaluysta."

"Of course Vanya." France said slowly unraveling the scarf from around the Russian's neck, making deep ragged scars appear. France reached up and ran his hand across the scars. "I wish I could have helped before I did."

"I did not even know you at that time." Russia said as the two countries started unwrapping the scarf from around Moscow. "But you helped me when I needed it most. You taught me things, and basically raised me into who I was, b-before…" Russia's voice cracked with a soft sob.

"It is alright Russie." France said rewrapping Russia's neck. "It's all over now. You're doing better. Look at your government now."

"You never gave up on me." Russia said shaking his head. "You didn't give up on me, even when I gave up on myself."

"Never. I will never give up on bringing back that little country I knew. I will never stop helping you. Now let's go downstairs, before they begin to think things." France said handing Russia back his pipe. "You did remember to leave her guns at home oui?"

"Of course. If I hadn't England would be mad. Now let's just hope Amerika and Kanada have had as much luck as we did."

"Oui."


Alright I've always had this little headcanaon that France basically raised Russia. Going back and looking at Russian history most of the Russian culture for the higher-class came from French royalty. That and the fact that France was one of the first western European countries that began trading with Russia.