Chapter 6! Never thought I would see it! Anyway, I don't own Hetalia, songs, and the usual stuff.
The Next Day
"Eek! He tickles!" Sasha squeals in laughter as the small bear wriggles under the handmade, blue-violet sweater Natalya gave her for Christmas. Dmitri turns to Stan, cheeks red and frowning.
"Is there truly no other option?" he asks nervously. Stan concentrates the road, not wanting to get lost on the way to the airport.
"Look D, it's making me uncomfortable too. But we gotta to do what we gotta do. At least Jason had an undershirt she could wear."
While Sasha's size isn't anywhere near her mother's, her 'tracks of land' are still larger than those of the other girls. Eva's shirt was about her size, but it was still uncomfortably tight on the top, so Jason had to come to the rescue with one of the plain white t-shirts he wears under his jerseys.
"Da, then." he sighs before looking at Pierre and Sasha in the back. "Okay, again, what is your story if people were to question you?"
"I am a twenty year old student studying American Literature abroad." Sasha answers.
"And I am a twenty-two year old Culinary Arts prodigy teaching classes at the same university, where we met, fell in love and are currently engaged." Pierre adds. Dmitri nods.
"And what are you naming your child if they ask you?"
"Viktoriya Adele Bonnefoy." They both reply cheerfully. A little too cheerfully for Yuri's comfort.
"I do like you as a friend Pierre, so I will warn to watch what you do around Sasha." he says, giving the Frenchman a sharp look. Pierre looks offended by the implication of the warning rather than fearful of the warning itself.
"I realize some of Papa's words and actions are extremely questionable, and it is very embarrassing for me. But I myself am simply a romantic and a gentleman." he assures. Mary rubs her aching temples.
"Bloody hell." she moans. "Stanley, are you sure that this is going to work? They barely look like they're eighteen!"
"Too late now. And they've got the story down, so we'll be fine." Stanley replies confidently. "We're here!" he announces as they pull into a parking space. The next one is then occupied by Eva, Akiko, Jason, Giovanni and Mai.
"Ah, allow me, mon chaton." Pierre says lovingly as he gets out and opens the door for her. Sasha blushes and smiles.
"Thank you, miy dorohyy." she says as he helps her out and even takes her bags. Their cousins simply gawk at them.
"Did he call her 'kitten'?!"
"Did she call him 'darling'?!" Shaking their heads, they get out and meet up with the rest of the group. They decide that the two are simply getting into character.
"How are you holding up Kumajiro?" Jason whispers.
"Okay." he replies.
"Remember, remain cool and calm." Stan says.
Easier said than done.
/
"What's taking them so long?" Jason asks nervously. Most of them have gotten through customs fine, even Yuri with his knife collection untouched. But they are still waiting for Pierre and Sasha at the gate.
"I hope they did not get caught." Dmitri groans, running a hand through his long, green locks.
"Look! There they are!" Mai exclaims as she points at the smiling Frenchman and Ukrainian who wave as they walk over to join them.
"What took you two so long!? We began to think something happened!" Eva scolds.
"Sorry, but everyone was being so nice!" Sasha says happily.
"Oui. They took quite a liking to us." Pierre says. "They went as far to say that we are meant for each other." Everyone groans.
"We're just going to ignore that." Stan mutters. Still, it's a relief that nothing bad happened. No one can really take it right now.
"Alright, I am going to see if they are selling any good books." Dmitri announces.
"I'll grab some Coke." The capitals split up to search the stands for their immediate needs.
/
Stan finally gets comfortable in his seat, sitting with Dmitri, Akiko and Giovanni as the plane travels to France.
"Do you think the pasta they serve is any good?" Giovanni asks as he looks over the menu.
"It should not that bad, Giovanni-kun." Akiko offers. "Dmitri-chan, did you not have some once?" The Russian looks up from his new novel.
"It is nothing compared with what you get in Italy, but it tastes fine." he answers with a smile before going back to his book. Stanley stare at the window, an intense yet dreamy look on his face.
"Stanley, are you okay?" Giovanni asks. Snapping out of his thoughts, he turns his head and smiles at his concerned friends.
"Sorry. Just thinking."
"They will be fine Stanley. If World War II did not end us, I doubt these people will." Dmitri says rather seriously. "It is okay to be upset by the situation though. I am very upset. We are all upset."
"Damn it." Stan takes off his glasses and rubs the sting of tears out of his eyes.
"Stan-kun…" Akiko reaches over and places her hand over his.
"I miss Papa very much already. Mi spezza il cuore." Giovanni whimpers.
"I wish we did not have to fight the day before. I wish that I had told Papa, Tetya Katyusha and Tetya Natalya how much I love them yesterday." Dmitri says softly. Stan smiles at them, even though he feels like bawling.
"Hey, we're gonna find them and bring them home. And there's going to be plenty of time to get emotional later." he says with a big smile. They smile back and nod.
A few rows up, Jason, Eva, Sasha and Pierre are snoozing. Sasha is woken up when Kumajiro starts to wriggle around.
"Food." he whispers.
"Oh!" She reaches over and shakes Jason to wake him up.
"Hmm? Are we in Paris yet?" he mutters groggily.
"Nie, Jason. I am sorry, but Kumajiro is hungry." she whispers. He becomes fully awake an instant.
"Alright, lets check out the menu. Dad's really picky about what he eats. Definitely nothing fried. He and Uncle Al got into a huge fight when Kumajiro snuck into the kitchen and ate a Big Mac." Scanning the options, Sasha finds something.
"They serve shrimp cocktail. Will that be okay?" she asks. Jason nods.
"Yeah, that should be fine. Just wipe off the sauce before you give it to him."
"Tak. Excuse me? May I have two order of the shrimp cocktails please?" she asks a passing stewardess. She smiles.
"Of course. Are you expecting, Miss?" she asks kindly.
"Oh yes, my fiance and I are going to Paris to spend time with his family before going to Kiev for my family."
"Is that him?" She asks gesturing to Pierre. Sasha nods. "A handsome one at that. Lucky girl. Your food will be here in twenty minutes."
"Thank you very much." As the stewardess goes to the back, Pierre and Eva wake up.
"Did we miss something?" Eva asks.
"Oh no, I was ordering Kumajiro something to eat. I am sorry if I woke you up. You can go back go back to sleep." she whispers worriedly. Pierre pats her hand.
"Do not worry about it, chaton." he says with a sweet smile. Sasha giggles while Eva and Jason roll their eyes.
"Okay!" Across the aisle, Yuri gestures to Pierre that he's keeping an eye on him, who waves in indication that he understands. Not seeing the previous communication, Sasha simply smiles and waves at Yuri, who sighs and waves back.
"Do they have to be so bloody mushy about it?" Mary mutters. Mai groans.
"It is so embarrassing! They need to tone it down!" she whispers.
"He had better not try to get into Sasha's pants." Yuri says in a low and menacing voice.
"Come now Yuri, Pierre has more tact than that. But if by chance he does try anything like that, I'll kick the wanker in the arse." Mary whispers back.
"That would be much appreciated."
Soon enough, the shrimp cocktails arrive and Sasha carefully feeds each one to Kumajiro, wiping the sauce away and taking the tails off before doing so. After eating his fill, the bear speaks again.
"Potty."
"Oh!" She stands up and Pierre and Yuri helps her get to the aisle without tripping. She thanks both of them and makes her way to the restroom. When she passes Dmitri, Stan, Giovanni and Akiko, she smiles and waves at them before going into the bathroom.
"I think they are being too convincing for my personal liking." Dmitri affirms sulkily.
"Dude, they're being so lovey-dovey, it's sickening." Stan mutters.
"Ve? I think it is very cute." Giovanni chirps. Akiko nods in agreement.
The two other boys groan.
In Paris
"Ah! Nous sommes enfin à la maison!" Pierre sighs as he unlocks the front door to his and his father's home. "Please, come in!" he announces with a grand gesture and a charming smile.
"Aw, man. Serious jet lag!" Stan moans as everyone goes inside the mansion. Sasha pulls Kumajiro out from her sweater and sets him down on the floor. The bear proceeds to stretch out his limbs and crawls onto the couch.
"We can't keep doing that to him." Jason says sitting next to him and scratching him behind the ear.
"Well, the hardest part is over. Hey, maybe we can pass him off as a dog!" Stanley suggests. Kumajiro shakes his head.
"Don't like collars and leashes." Dmitri goes over to him and kneels so he is at eye level with him.
"We must little one. We do not want to leave you behind and I am sure that you want see your owner safe and sound." he speaks to him kindly. Kumajiro droops a little as he is reminded of Matthew's abduction.
"What's-his-name." he says sadly. He then looks back up to Dmitri. "If I do, can I get on your head again?" The capital smiles brightly.
"Da, of course!"
"Okay then."
"I believe it is time for us to get some sleep." Akiko announces with a yawn.
"Oui. There are plenty of guest rooms, so please make yourselves at home."
/
Stan lays down in the bed he usually takes when visiting and stares at Texas. He takes off his glasses, places them on the nightstand and puts his father's on. He sighs.
They're not the same prescription as his.
They're Dad's.
"I'm worried about you Dad. I hope all of you are okay." He then smiles. "Of course you are. You guys are tough. And we're coming for ya. Don't worry." He takes Texas off and puts them back in in the case. Laying down, he falls into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
In Siberia
Alfred's limbs ached terribly as he woke up in a cool darkness, with a small amount of light streaming in from a tiny window.
"What the…?" He tries to move his arms and legs, only to discover that he has been hogtied with chains. "What the hell is this?!" he exclaims in horror.
"Privyet?" Alfred recognizes the voice immediately.
"Ivan? Dude, is that you?"
"Alfred?" Despite their history together, both countries are relieved to hear a familiar voice.
"Hang on man, I'm comin' over." He starts to wiggle on his belly, squinting so he can see the elder nation's ashen blonde hair. "Aw man." he says upon his arrival. "I never thought I'd be so glad to see you."
"That makes two of us, my friend."
"Are you two okay?" Arthur asks, lying conveniently near Ivan and making the other two yelp.
"Damn Iggy, why didn't you say something?" Alfred can feel the dirty look being shot at him.
"Maybe I woke up as you bloody gits began to prattle." He snaps.
"I believe Arthur is okay, da?"
"Yep. Still using using that 'bloody' word."
"Sod off, the both of you. More importantly, where are we?" Ivan lifts his head and studies the atmosphere and, as dark as it is, Alfred and Arthur can tell by the look on his face that he is none too pleased with what he picks up.
"I am afraid we are in Siberia." he answers darkly. Just as Alfred is about to ask another question, harsh fluorescent lights switch on, blinding the countries for a few moments.
"Bloody hell!"
"Chert poberi!"
"Christ!" After recovering, they look around at their prison. The ground is smooth concrete and the walls are made of a granite gray metal. The heavy door with the window opens and two people walk in. One is a tall man in his mid-thirties, with light brown hair, brown eyes and dressed sharply in a charcoal business suit. The other is a woman in her late twenties with platinum blonde in a neat bun, light blue eyes, and dressed a dark blue dress suit.
"Good to see you awake. I hope that you slept well." The man says politely. His accent is clearly American.
"And you are?" Arthur asks, struggling to keep his temper under control.
"Right. My name is Johnathan Smith. And this is Annette Dubois. We're happy that you could come by." Alfred snorts. Ivan remains silent, glaring coldly at their abductors.
"Cut the shit. What do you want from us? Where are the others?" Johnathan smiles at him.
"You'll see them soon enough. As well as those precious children of yours. We expect to see them at the Sheremetyevo Airport any minute now." A look of annoyance sweeps over his features. "It appears that all of you gave our team a more difficult time than expected. But they will certainly come running in search of their loving parents." Ivan scowls in disdain.
"And you believe our children to be so foolish? You are an idiot. Now kindly undo our bonds and release all of us!" Ivan demands. The woman, Annette, bends so she is looking the infuriated nation in the eyes.
"True." she answers smoothly in a French accent. "But we know much about you. Especially your son. His full name is Dmitri Ivanovich Braginski. He appeared before you as your son and capital when you made your name as a grown country. Like you, he adores sunflowers, particularly the dwarf kind. To his aunts and cousins, he is 'Dima', while you prefer calling him 'Malen'kiy Volk'. He enjoys Western rock music and dyes his hair a different color every month or so, though he has dyed it green for four months straight. His favorite food is your homemade blini and the one thing he desires the most is for his family to be happy. That is only some of what we know." Ivan's eyes widen. She smiles and looks over to Alfred and Arthur, who are as shocked as Ivan. "We have a generous amount of information on your capitals as well. All of them, in fact. But I am afraid there is no time that. For now, gather your strength. You will need it." With that, they leave, shutting the door firmly behind.
"God." Alfred breathes. "Ivan, don't let that bitch-"
"Prosti menya, Malen'kiy Volk. Pozhaluysta, prosti menya, Yuri i Sasha." he whispers. Alfred's stomach shrinks into a tiny, hard ball as it hits him.
"Stan, Jay, Mary, Pierre…"
Arthur remains silent, the terror of what is still unknown stealing any and all the words from his lips.
Three chapters in three to four days! I think… Anyway, hope these make up for the long wait. I'm gonna need a couple of days to relax and think before starting the next one! Hope you enjoyed it. :)
Translations:
French:
Mon chaton- My kitten (I'm not a sucker for French but that is a cute endearment.)
Nous sommes enfin à la maison- We are finally home
Italian:
Mi spezza il cuore- It breaks my heart (Corrected)
Ukrainian:
Tak- Yes
Miy dorohyy- My darling (It's not too special, but Sasha saying it raises the cuteness factor in my mind.)
Russian:
Chert poberi- Dammit
Prosti menya, Malen'kiy Volk. Pozhaluysta, prosti menya, Yuri i Sasha.- Forgive me, Little Wolf. Please, forgive me, Yuri and Sasha.