Okay here is chapter 5! Okay as for the individual thanks,
Thanks to:
bow bow, yinyang(Me too!), yangyin(yes, he is.), TheFlyingPotatos64(her reaction is probably by far the funniest!), RusCSI(I would LOVE it if you could help me with special Kaliningrad stuff!)
The next morning Russia gets another call from his boss.
"Привет." He answers the phone.
"Russia, how's the situation with Kaliningrad?" His boss says. Russia mentally flinches as he recalls the night before.
"Um. She's doing fine." He says.
"Well, the protests got really bad last night. They are calmer now but the mood has changed almost. What happened last night?"
"I don't know. I…I'll look into it." He says.
"Okay. Tell me if anything happens."
"Да." Click.
Russia mentally kicks himself for the hundredth time for the night before. Luckily, he had been able to avoid her the rest of that day. He turns back to the food he was cooking. Breakfast. He hears Yelena coming down the stairs.
"Good morning Yelena." He says.
"Good morning Папа." She says as she enters the kitchen. She yawns and looks at Russia with sleepy eyes. She was wearing a simple dark red shirt and some jeans. He hoped America wouldn't influence her too much.
Russia serves up breakfast. They start eating in silence. He looked at her periodically. Finally, he says something.
"So, about last night…" He starts. Yelena stops eating and looks up at him. There was determination in her eyes.
"I meant what I said." She says. She was serious.
"Oh. Well the next World Conference is in a week." He says. Her eyes widen. "So I guess that means we better get started." He says. He gets up and puts his dishes away. Yelena does the same.
"So am I a country now?" She asks. He looks at her.
"Нет. Not yet." He says.
"Well, what do I need to do?" She was very eager.
"Come. I will show you." He says. He knew what to do. She nods. He walks upstairs and into his office. He grabs some blank paper, some pens and pencils, and an extra-large political map of Europe. He then walks into a room he had rarely used. The conference room.
"Sit down here." He says. He points to a seat. Yelena does what he says. He sits down beside her. He lays out the map.
"This…this is a map of Europe." She says.
"Да. Now this is your land, am I correct?" He says. He points to a section of land to the west of Lithuania and north of Poland.
"Yes."
"Okay so do you have a city in mind that you would call your capital? Mine is Moscow." He asks. She looks at the map.
"Umm, how about here." She points to a city. It was Kaliningrad. How original…
"Okay. What kind of government will you have?" He asks.
"What kinds are there?" She asks.
"Well, there are four main kinds: Democracy, Monarchy, Dictatorship, and Communism."
"Which ones are bad?"
"Well dictators are good to start with but are bad in the long run. So I guess you don't want dictatorship. Communism is good for keeping a good eye on everything, but everything eventually falls down. I went through that. It was bad." He says.
"What about monarchy?" She asks. She was soaking up everything he said.
"Well, that is when you have a king or queen and a royal family. England has one of those but he also has a parliament."
"Oh. And democracy?"
"Well, in a democracy your people vote a representative into power and they run the country. It is like dictatorship except that it works for the long run." He says.
"I think I want to be a democracy." She says.
"Okay. Well I think that maybe you should talk to your people. Find a human representative and get it started. For now though I think you should let my boss run your country for a while." Russia says. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this.
"Okay. I agree." She says.
"So, let's say that you're a country. Your capital is Kaliningrad. You are a democracy. You need a flag now. I symbol if you will." He says. She nods. "Here use this paper and pencils and start drawing." He says. She takes the paper and starts sketching. A star, an arc, a circle, a bolt, a heart, a horseshoe, they were all on her sketches. She started dropping the circle and heart. A star in the middle. The horseshoe started morphing.
She was one with herself. She was communicating with her people. Finding what they wanted. She closed her eyes and kept drawing. She grabbed another sheet of paper.
The star was still in the middle of a rectangle. A horseshoe shape around it. The ends of the horseshoe became pointed. A bump started forming at the top of the horseshoe. It kept being refined and changed. Russia had to look away. It was giving him a headache. He looked at the map. That map had changed a lot over the centuries.
"Папа. I'm done." She says. Russia looks at her again. Her eyes were open. He looked down at the sheet.
A dark background with a darker star in the middle. Apparently, the horseshoe thing was white. It had spread out points on the end. At the top of the horseshoe was a triangle pointing up. It was…interesting.
"It looks really good Yelena." He says. She smiles.
"Really?"
"Да." He says.
"What do we do now?" She asks.
"Well, now you have a capital, government, and flag. There are a few little things you will eventually get but I think you're set." He says.
"So I'm a country now?" She says.
"As far as I can tell. Yes. You just need to alert your people." He says. She smiles as big as she could. She hugs him again.
"Thank you Russia." She says.
"Yelena. You are welcome." He says. She looks up at him. She was getting all teary with the excitement.
The rest of the day Russia and Yelena start getting together things for a trip to Kaliningrad. They went to bed that night half packed.
The next chapter might take me longer to write. These last couple ones have been very easy to write. Also, I DO NOT know how you become a country. This is just what I think would happen.
Translations:
Папа-Dad
Да-Yes
Привет-Hello
Нет-No