Okay here it is! Chapter 4!
This chapter is very important but also very short. Sorry that I didn't do the french translations last chapter. Most people already know them. I'll do them here anyway though.
Bonjour-Hello
Au revior-Good bye.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Kaliningrad. But the character Yelena is mine.
"Папа, what is it like to be a country?" Yelena asks. This surprises Russia. He hadn't expected this question. They were in the hallway right outside his office.
"Well, you represent your people and your culture. When you get into wars sometimes you get scars. And sometimes when your economy gets down you can get sick." He says.
"So how do you meet other countries? How do you know who is your ally or enemy?" She was very curious right now.
"Yelena, let's go sit down somewhere. I'll answer the rest of your questions there." He says.
"Okay. Let's go to my room." She says. They walk down the hall to her room and sit down on her bed. She looked so cute in her outfit, but her hair still didn't seem right.
"So you want to know how countries socialize?" He says. She nods. He starts running his finger through her hair. It was so soft.
"Well, there are these meetings called World Conferences. All the countries meet in a predetermined country and talk about global affairs. They happen about once a month." He says. Her hair…there was too much of it billowing out. He didn't want to cut it…
"So you know all the other countries?" She asks.
"More or less. Some more than others." He got an idea. "Yelena. Excuse me for a second. I need to go get something." He says.
"Okay." She says. She looks up at him. Those red-violet eyes.
Russia gets up and walks to a room up the hall. He hated going in here but he knew it would be in this room.
He opens the door and cringes. Pictures of him plastered the walls. Belarus really was a fanatic. He averts his eyes away from the walls and walks up to her dresser. He opens the top drawer. Bingo. He grabs something and flees the room, closing the door behind him.
He gets back to Yelena's room.
"I'm back and I have a surprise." He says. Her eyes widen. "Here let me put it in your hair." He says. He knew how to do this since Belarus forced him to do hers. She turns around and he skillfully puts it into her hair. She runs up to the full length mirror and looks at it.
"Папа, I love it! It's perfect!" She says.
"Да." He had put a dark violet ribbon in her hair. He had skillfully tied it into a nice fluffy bow about halfway down her neck. It held back about a third of her hair and made a half ponytail. Now her outfit was perfect.
"So Daddy. Can I go to the next World Conference?" She says. Russia looks at her. Could he take her? Technically, no. She wasn't a country. But he didn't want to deny her something she wanted. Well, he could let her become a country. She'd still be his daughter right? Right.
"Ummm. Well, you have to be a country to go to a World Conference." He says.
"Well, then why don't I become a country?" She says.
"Нет. You are not becoming a country. You are part of Russia." He says. He felt horrible.
"But Папа! You'll still be my daddy!" She says. She looks up at him. Those eyes, she was too cute. But he couldn't give in. He was Russia, the largest country in the world. He shouldn't feel this guilty about a little girl.
"I said no, Kaliningrad. Being a country is a burden you do not want." He says. She flinches. She obviously wasn't use to her non-human name.
"Па-Russia. I can do it. I am strong. I have survived this long on my own. I think under your guidance I can handle the weight of being a country." She says. Russia didn't flinch. He was use to his country's name. Those eyes, those big, pleading, red-violet eyes. Russia just couldn't seem to break away from her eyes. He heard some words being said but he didn't know who said them. Suddenly he comes back to his senses when Yelena starts bouncing off the walls.
"Oh, Папа. Thank you! You won't regret this! What should I wear? When can we start? Thank you Папа!" She hugs him so hard she almost squeezed the breath out of him. She was strong.
"Um. You should wear that." He says as he points to her current outfit. Other than that he couldn't say anything. Had she just tricked him into agreeing?
"Папа. I love you!" She says. She was still hugging him.
"I…I love you too, Yelena." He says.
Russia.......WHAT ARE YOU DOING!
I promise the next chapter will be a lot longer. I'll have it up soon. Also, I'm going to start doing individual thanks for reviewing at the beginning of each chapter! Sorry if some names are repeated. They reviewed more than once.
Thanks to:
bow bow, TheFlyingPotato64, StarGazer453, bow bow(You'll find out eventually), TheFlyingPotato64, RusCSI(You live in Russia? Or you speak Russian? And about Prussia....you'll find out), Aka no Marduk, yingyang
Translations:
Папа- Daddy
Па- Da....(Yelena started to say Папа but then stopped herself)
Да- Yes
Привет- Hello
Нет- No