Hey everyone, just a quick A/N to say a couple of things.

Firstly - please, what does everyone think of the story? I gots to know XD (not because I'm desperate for an ego boost) but because I'd love advice on how to improve as a writer etc.

Secondly - how are we all? Been a while since I properly chatter with anyone on Fanfic :)

Finally - I'm thinking about writing an Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin) Fanfic about ErenxLevi (mindswaps and soul mates) with the assistance of my friends. DOES THAT SOUND LIKE SOMETHING ANYONE WOULD READ BEFORE I GO AWAY AND WRITE A BAZZILLION CHAPTERS? :)

That's everything for now, ta ta my loves.

C-F-F-A

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Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":

"OH MY GOD THAT MAKE UP CRACKS ME UP EVERY TIME!"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, nor the universe of Yuri! On Ice – they all belong to Kubo , nor do I own any of the famous skaters, jumps, music etc. I only own my OC's and this story.

Chapter 9

China's On! The Grand Prix Series Opening Event! The Cup of China Free Program

(Seventh Skate)

It was the day of the Cup of China Free Programme and Osha had been woken up in a foul mood…well she would have been fine had it not been for Victor kicking the door of their room in, throwing Yuri onto his bed and flopping on top of him, for a nap, forgetting his little sister was on the sofa-bed and immediately panicked thinking she was going to be exposed to unspeakable things that no sibling should ever experience. So, grumbling and pulling on one of Victor's grey hoodies and throwing on her boots, she left her boys an alarm, before heading down to the rink.

She was at the refreshment stand, waiting to buy a coffee, when she heard her name being called out.

"Oshi!"

Her eyes drifted and found Phichit, who was wearing his Free Skate costume with his tracksuit jumper over the top of it. His hair had, once again, been slicked back off his face and he smiled as he walked up to her.

Why is it he always seems to see me when I look like a grebanyy besporyadok?! It's embarrassing!

Still, she found herself smiling as the taller boy approached. Phichit beamed as some of her fringe fell over her glasses and at how the girl still managed to look pretty: even without make-up on…though she did look like an adorable Borrower in her brother's hoodie.

"Hey Peachy."

"Hi! Getting a coffee?"

"Yep, I'm in desperate need of a large cappuccino!"

"Haha, you do look a little tired, rough night or something?"

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shook her head. The line moved up.

"No, rough morning. Apparently, Yuri didn't sleep all that well last night, so Vitya practically dragged him back to our room this morning…forgetting I was there."

"Haha, oh god, I can't imagine that going down well."

The pair laughed and then it was Osha's turned to get served. Her eyes widened, however, when Phichit cut in front of her before she could even open her mouth.

"Bottle of water for me and a large cappuccino for the lady."

He politely smiled at the server and handed over the required amount of money. Osha walked up next to him and bumped his arm as they waited.

"Spasibo, but you didn't have to do that. I'm a big girl, height aside, I can pay for my own coffee."

"Yeah, but I wanted to do it."

His genuine honesty caused her stomach to squirm and she looked down a little as she picked up her coffee, and Phichit collected his water. They began walking back to the rink, talking to each other, and then they heard Phichit's name being called out, and Celestio beckoning him over. The Thai skater felt a little disappointed that his time with the Russian girl had been cut short, but he turned to her with a smile.

"Well, I better go before Ciao Ciao flips out."

"Haha, I'll let you get to it. Good luck today."

Under his tanned skin, Phichit felt his cheeks flush.

"Thanks, Oshi. See you later."

She could stop herself smiling as he walked off, and she went to talk to Chris. When it was, eventually, time for the skaters to warm up, Osha could still see dark circles under Yuri's eyes as he stopped onto the ice. She turned, to see her brother standing a little ways behind her, and spoke.

"He didn't sleep, did he?"

"Net."

"…krasivaya. Have you told him to avoid jumps for now? It might shake him up if he flops one in practice."

Victor nodded, stroking his chin and not really looking at her as they both saw Yuri attempt a jump. He groaned inwardly and shook his head, as Yuri slipped and ended up on the ice. Osha cupped her mouth and she saw Victor frown.

Yuri, I told you not to do any jumps. Listen to me, for once, I am your coach.

There was a panicked look on the Japanese skater's face as he stepped off the ice…he looked as if he were about to cry. Osha went up and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a tight hug…something she'd wanted to do after the last Grand Prix.

"It'll be alright, Yuri, I always flopped my jumps in the practice."

I don't think lying will help him now, but he needs the confidence today if he is going to do well.

"Thanks, Osha."

She let him go and Victor swooped in to give him a pep-talk as they went to the screens in the waiting area. Her brother was talking really quickly, but Osha could tell that Yuri wasn't really listening to him. His mind had drifted and he looked even more worried as he apologised to Victor.

"I'm sorry."

"We'll just keep warming up nice and easy."

Is he worried that if he fails, it'll reflect badly on Vitya?

The silver-haired girl was too distracted in her thoughts that she ended up tripping over her own two feet. Her knee jarred as she caught it and she let out a squeak of panic, expecting to hit the ground, but was caught on the arm by Chris. Both Phichit and Georgi had turned when they'd heard her and the Thai skater felt himself frown as the pair began talking, Chris' arm around Osha's shoulders.

"Seriously, Osha, watch yourself. You're Russia's delicate flower, remember?"

He winked and pinched her cheek. Osha managed to let out a laugh and shook her head as they kept walking.

"Hardly delicate, Chrissy, I can look after myself."

She flicked his nose and then went to sit down, rubbing her knee and hiding her creased brow.

…that is going to hurt later you clumsy idiot.

Shaking her head, she turned her gaze onto the screen to watch Guang Hong's skate. Crossing her legs, and leaning forward, her mind began analysing the performance. Victor turned his head to check on her and smiled, for she was deep in thought. Both of them blinked and looked round as the screens began to go silent and a very shaky Yuri sat next to her.

"…Yuri?"

She touched his knee, causing him to jump, stare at her and then get up again. Someone unmuted one of the televisions and the commentators voice began drifting into the room again. Osha's blue eyes followed Yuri for a moment, before she started staring at her brother. He frowned and mouthed over at her.

'What?'

'Help him!'

'I don't know how!'

The girl growled and rubbed her face under her glasses, before pushing her hair off her face. She beckoned Victor over. He whispered in her ear, concern thickening his voice.

"What?"

"Talk to him! He's going to have a panic attack if you're not careful!"

"I can see that!"

"Well do something then you idiot!"

Victor growled, raising his hands and miming throttling her. He was stressing out because Yuri was panicking, and her pointing it out wasn't helping at all. Osha glared and pointed at Yuri, then down the hall. He let out another low grumble, then grabbed Yuri by the arm and proceeded to drag him down the hallway.

"Let's go warm up someplace else, da?"

Someplace with fewer people…or none at all.

Osha saw him wrap a gentle arm around Yuri's shoulders, before they vanished around the corner.

Good luck, Vitya.

She then turned back to the screens and slowly allowed herself to be absorbed by Chris' free skate. Osha decided to go back to the rink-side and watch from there, as her Swiss friend neared the end of his programme. She smiled and tilted her head, watching as he performed one of his amazing spins.

He's unusually focused today. Maybe he's starting to take it seriousl-…and nope…he's done it again….typical Chris.

"He gets far too into his programmes. It's why he never scores as high as Vitya, in competitions…that and he's more about the interpretation of the music, rather than getting caught up with technicalities."

"That's good to know."

"Huh?"

She turned to see Celestino and Phichit standing next to her. They both smiled and her eyes widened. A small, embarrassed squeak came out of her, as her hand shot to her mouth and she turned bright red.

"Did I say that out loud?"

Ciao Ciao nodded and Osha instantly began, internally, scolding herself.

"You have an eye for details, Osha."

"No no no no, ignore me…yeah…I better go and congratulate Chris on his score. Good luck again Peachy."

Embarrassed, Osha quickly walked towards the kiss-and-cry. She would've ran, but her knee was sore from when she'd tripped. However, she didn't make it as her eyes followed the Thai skater as his programme begun.

His footwork is so expressive…if he could only tighten his overall performance. If it were me, I'd try and convey that expression into his jumps. His quad toe-loop was good, da, but it lacked the same finesse. He could also try using more quads…it would bolster up the score. But he is almost flawless.

Phichit flicked his head back and finished his programme. Grey eyes met blue and he smiled as he spotted Osha in the crowds, letting out exhausted, deep breaths. Osha grinned and clapped with the crowd, impressed with what she had just seen. The girl observed the judges writing their scores and let out a small "whoo" as Phichit's score beat Chris. Over the screen, she rolled her eyes at Phichit's confident outburst.

"I hope you'll all root for me at the Grand Prix Final!"

You don't even know if you've qualified yet!

"Take it easy, you don't know if you made it yet."

A blush crossed Phichit's face and he sat back down with a chuckle. Osha took this moment to pull out her phone and text her brother.

Vitya, where are you? Leo's up now. Is Yuri ok? Xx

She waited to see if he would reply, or at the very least open it. However, nothing came and she bit her lip, gnawing on her gums which she only did when she was nervous. A cycle of checking her messages and looking at the ice, as Leo finished with a poor result and Georgi began his performance.

He looks like Elsa from Frozen….let her go, Georgi.

Her eyes found Yakov, but her old coach was glaring out across the ice, ignoring her. At the sound of footsteps, she turned to see Victor and Yuri walking towards her. A relieved sigh escaped and her shoulders sagged as the tension went out of them.

"Finally…"

She shot up, and immediately regretted the decision as pain twinged through her leg. Giving it a shake, she walked over to the pair, who weren't making eye contact. Victor had his arms folded and Yuri's eyes were red as he stared at the ground. Osha touched his arm.

"Yuri, are you alright?"

"Hmm," He looked up at her, "Yeah, I'm fine…sorry for making you worry about me."

The tall man opened his arms a little and she gave him a small hug, just as Georgi finished his skate. He then went to the opening and stepped onto the ice. Osha took the moment his back was turned, to grab Victor by the ear and pull him down to her height – her blue eyes piercing with some kind of fury. Victor had only been on the receiving end of that look when he'd punched Jean in the face and when disturbed Osha's sleep…so he knew now that she was more than just mad at him…she was furious.

"What happened?!"

"Ow ow ow, I don't know…he started crying. You know I cannot deal with that!"

"Vitya, are you completely thick in the head?! Why did you make him cry?!"

"I didn't…well I mean I did, but…"

"Vi-"

They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Their eyes lifted and they saw Yuri, standing on the other side of the barrier, a small smirk hiding somewhere on his face. Osha let go of her brother's ear and folded her arms, glaring at him for a moment. Victor, on the other hand, looked at Yuri, rubbing his now red ear. He lifted up the poodle-covered tissues and allowed Yuri a moment to blow his nose. The black-haired boy then proceeded to pass him back the scrunched-up tissues, but then dropped them. Victor jumped to catch them, and Yuri poked his hairline, the patted his head. Osha, watching this, found her eyes widening, before she smiled gently, leaning her cheek on her hand as Yuri skated off and Victor clutched the top of his head…looking mightily confused by the happening.

He blinked a couple of times and looked at his sister, who was gazing out at the ice and smiling. Yuri's music began and the two Russians could see that Yuri had a small smile on his face. Victor looked back at Osha.

"Why is he smiling?"

"It's because he's relaxed…obviously, your stupid methods of making him cry worked." She gave him a light punch on the arm and chuckled. "Not bad for a sucky coach."

They both cheered as Yuri nailed his first set of jumps, but Victor more or less elbowed his sister in the face after Yuri's perfect quad salchow. His arms were raised as he punched the air, a proud blushing making his face glow.

"THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!"

Osha, yet again, felt herself tear up as the piano went into its solo and Yuri started his magical step sequence.

I can see your love, Yuri…I know you love him…I know you will look after him…

A hand clasped hers and she looked up to see Victor, tears in his own eyes – whose watery-blue matched hers.

I know he loves you too.

He gave it a squeeze and kissed it as they watched Yuri. They both let out a groan as he touched the ice, coming too fast out of his triple axel. His recovery was immaculate, until he over-rotated his combination. Victor shook his head quickly, barely allowing his eyes to look away from the man on the ice. The next combination was so beautiful that the two Russian champions both had dropped jaws, their hands still clasped as Victor's grip tightened.

Now the quad toe-loop…

The whole room gasped as the toe-loop was flipped, Yuri flopping the landing, but doing a quad flip nonetheless. Osha stood, jaw-dropped, tears rolling down her face with pride, as Yuri came to the end of his programme. Victor, she could see, was almost in the same state as she was. As Yuri's hand dropped to point at him, Victor let go of his sister's hand and clenched his fists over his eyes…tears rolling into his gloves.

"Vitya?!"

Victor took off at a sprint towards the gate, Yuri basically matching his pace across the ice, and Osha staring after him.

"Victor! See that? I did great, right?"

She let out a gasp as her older sibling then jumped into Yuri's outstretched arms. From her angle, she could see their lips connect as they tumbled backwards onto the ice. Squealing with happiness, and grabbing the closest person to her…which happened to be some poor, unsuspecting camera man, Osha watched with more tears as two of the people she cared most about in the world, whispered something to each other, on the ice, light blushes on their faces.

…

Russian Dictionary

Vitya – Victor

Oshi – Osha

Peachy (Osha only) – Phichit

Ciao Ciao (Phichit only) – Celestino

Chrissy (Osha only) – Chris

Da – Yes

Spasibo – Thank You

Grebanyy besporyadok – Fucking Mess

Krasivaya – Shit

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