Okay so THANK YOU for the reviews. I am so happy that people think that this is cute! I have to say though....this chapter is a lot shorter. The last one was an accidental combination of two chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Kaliningrad. But Yelena is mine.
Russia was getting really impatient with the cab driver that was taking him from the airport to Lithuania's house. He wasn't driving near as fast as he wanted him to be going.
Who was this girl Toris had been talking about? Was it a prank? If it was Toris was going to be sorry. He had brought along his pipe just in case.
Russia just stays silent the whole way there, giving death glares to the driver, who was trembling. When they pulled into the driveway, Russia paid the driver and knocked on the door.
The door opened and Russia was greeted by Lithuania. He was ushered inside.
"Where is she?" He says.
"T-this w-way." Lithuania stutters. He goes into the living room. Russia follows. When he walks into the room he sees a young girl sitting on the couch and is instantly on edge. She had the same color hair as him except hers had some golden streaks in it. But that isn't what made him wary. It was her eyes. They were dark red-violet.
"Yelena, this is Russia. Russia, this is Yelena." Lithuania introduces them. Russia was surprised that Toris hadn't used his human name.
"Привет." She says with a slight Russian accent. He walks over to her.
"Привет." He says. He looked down at her and something in his gut told him that she wasn't completely human, like Lithuania and him. But she wasn't a country. He hoped.
"Toris told me that you and I have the same last name." She says. He sits down next to her.
"Да. We do. Toris told me that you are from Kaliningrad. Is that correct?" He asks. She nods.
"Well, actually that part of Russia right now is not very cooperative and they protest the government and teachings." Her eyes widen. "It seems that they chose a representative." He says.
"M-me?" She asks.
"Да."
"So am I a country too? Like you and Toris?" Russia cringes at the words. He didn't want Kaliningrad to separate from Russia. Maybe they already had. Wouldn't that make her his sister? Well, he could try to convince her to live with him.
"No, you are not a country. You are still part of Russia though. So I think it would be best if you lived with me." He says.
"So are you my father?" She asks. He hadn't thought about that. Him, a father.
"Well, in a way, probably." Was all he said. She smiles and embraces him in a hug.
"Папа, can we go home?" She asks. Russia was surprised with how energetic she was. He laughed, truly laughed.
"Of course, Yelena." He said as he smiled. He hadn't been around someone in such high spirits since the last world conference when America sat by him. He picks her up. She was so light weight. She must be no older than 13, he concluded. He took out his phone and called a cab to come and get him.
He looks at Lithuania, who was staring at him with him mouth wide open.
"Liet? Is something wrong?" Lithuania immediately changes his expression.
"N-no. N-nothing is wrong." He stuttered
"Toris, thanks for saving me." Yelena says.
"Yes, Toris thank you. You made my day better." Russia said.
"Y-your welcome." He says.
The cab came and took Russia and his new 'daughter' to the airport.
Yelena clung to Russia like Velcro. She fell asleep in his lap on the plane. On the way to his house she held onto his arm. And when they got there she fainted. Now she was in his arms as he carried her up to one of the guest rooms. It was smaller than his but the largest of the guest rooms. He lays her in the bed and tucks her into bed.
"Goodnight, Yelena." He turns around to leave.
"Wait. Папа." He stops and looks at her. "Sing me a lullaby, please." She asks.
"да." He says. When was the last time he had sung a lullaby?
"Баю-баюшки-баю,
Не ложися на краю.
Придёт серенький волчок,
Он ухватит за бочок
И утащит во лесок
Под ракитовый кусток." He sings softly. Yelena watches him and quickly falls asleep.
He turns around walks out. He goes to him room and gets in bed. Tomorrow was going to be….interesting.
Hopefully the next chapter will be longer. I will need to get into a grove before I can justify update times. I hope to have the next one up within a few days.
Translations:
Привет-Hello(Russian)
Да-Yes(Russian)
Папа-Dad(Russian)
The lullaby is a classical russian one. I looked it up. Correct me if I have it wrong! Please!