Okay, so here is the third chapter. THANK YOU to all the reveiws. If I could get my scanner to work i would have some art to go with it. I can draw Yelena very well. If any of you want to try, feel free to!
Also, this chapter is a bit longer than the last one. But I have chapter 4 already lined up. I just need to edit it. I'll probably have it done in a day or two.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Kaliningrad. But I do own the character Yelena.
"Папа, time to wake up!" Someone yells. Russia is jolted awake as a little girl jumps onto his bed.
"Good morning." He says as he opens his eyes to find a pair of red-violet ones staring back.
"Папа, I'm hungry!" Yelena whines.
"Okay, okay. I'm getting up." He says. He shoos her out of his room and puts on some pants, a cream shirt, and his scarf. He goes downstairs to find Yelena in the same clothes as yesterday, a dirty worn dark red dress.
"Yelena." He says. She looks up at him.
"Да"
"Do you want to go out and get you some new closes after breakfast?" He asks. She smiles.
"Oh Daddy. I would love too!" She runs up to him and hugs him. He walks into the kitchen and starts cooking.
When breakfast was finished they sat down at the kitchen table and ate in silence. When Russia was done eating he got up and put his dishes in the sink. Yelena followed his example.
They get into the car and Russia drives to a department store. When they get there, Yelena runs off in search of clothes.
He had already lost her on the first day. What kind of father was he? He sighs and starts searching for her.
He eventually finds in the girls department. She was looking at some dresses.
"Ah, I found you." He picks her up and hugs her. "Don't run away from me again, да?" He says.
"O-okay. But daddy, please let go of me!" She says. He lets her go and she runs back to the dresses she had been looking at.
"Can I have this one?" She asks. She was holding out a frilly dark red dress. Much like the one she was wearing.
"Да." He says. She smiles and grabs another red dress.
"And this one?" He nods. She grabs another one.
"This one too?" He nods. The more dresses or outfits she picked out, the wider her smile kept getting.
When they left the store he was carrying about twenty dresses. All of which were some shade of dark red. She was carrying the rest. He put them in the back of his car and he drove them home.
She took all her new clothes up to her room and tried them on one at a time. He was the audience for this fashion show.
He needed to get to work. He had been interrupted by Lithuania yesterday while he was in the middle of dealing with something his boss had sent him.
"Yelena. I have to get some work done." He says.
"What am I going to do then?" She asks. She was in an outfit that complimented her hair and eyes really well. She had a white undershirt on. Then she had a black shirt on. Over that she had a nice mahogany colored zip-up jacket. It had white fur around the neck, bottom, and her wrists. She had black pants on. It was perfect for her. But something wasn't right. Her hair. It looked like she needed to wash it.
"Well why don't you take a shower and wash your hair. I bet I'll be done by then." He says.
"Да, I will." She says. She takes off the jacket. Russia looks away as she starts to take off more of her clothes. He leaves her room and goes to his office down the hall. He goes inside and closes the door.
'What am I going to do with her? She's wearing me out so fast.' He thinks to himself.
He goes over to his desk and pulls out a bottle of vodka. He takes a swig. He then sits down and gets to work.
Ring, ring, ring. It was his phone. He lets it go to voicemail.
"Bonjour, Russia. This is France. I'm just calling to remind you that the next world meeting is in France! I wouldn't want you to not come like last time and miss out on all the fun. Au revoir!"
Russia actually had forgotten about the world meeting. What was he going to do with Yelena?
Russia makes note of the problem and gets to work. Some more hate mail from America. Some more creepy love letters from his sister. Ah, here it is a letter from his boss. Russia scans it to find where he had left off.
Ring, ring, ring. His phone was ringing. Again. He lets it go to voicemail again.
"Russia! Where were you yesterday? I called over five times. Give your boss some peace. I need an explanation right now!" His boss says. Russia picks up the phone.
"Привет." Russia says.
"It's about time! Now explain yourself, Russia."
"You remember the problem we are having from Kaliningrad."
"Yes. That was just last week. Did you fix it?"
"Well, no. They have a representative."
Silence.
"Lithuania found her."
"So is she a…a…"
"A country? Нет. She is my daughter."
"Why would she be your daughter!? What if she decides that she doesn't like you? She might separate from the rest of Russia!"
"Don't worry boss. I have it under control." Russia says.
"You better…Kaliningrad threatened to separate from Russia again today. Be on your guard."
"Да." Click.
Russia hears something and looks behind him. There was Yelena in the doorway.
She had washed her hair and put the outfit she had had on back on.
"Um. Папа. Are you done?" She asks.
"Да. Let's do something together." He says. She smiles and he gets up and leaves his office.
I WILL have another chapter up soon. Poor Russia...
Translations:
Папа-Dad
Да-Yes
Нет-No
Привет-Hello