Not Over Yet

Part 3

The American duo were sitting quite contentedly at a picnic table before they saw Arthur, but Alfred and Jackson froze before proceeding to pale at the sight of the English nation. Said nation was paling himself in panic. He had certainly not meant to do that. Russia, however, was unaffected in the slightest.

"You two are silly. Hurry, da? Your ice cream will melt."

Alfred ripped his gaze away from Arthur and narrowed it on Russia, "Vanya—"

"Da? Do you see something?"

Now Jackson was glaring at the Russian as well and Arthur's hair was beginning to stand on end again.

"Ivan," Alfred began, unusually stern, "You f—screwed up."

"I do not see how."

"Witnesses." Jackson growled, "You were followed."

That demonic, purple aura began to gather around the Russian, "Silly, Sonya, I see no witnesses. My magic pipe takes care of all things like that."

Arthur shuddered.

Alfred quirked an eyebrow, "Well, you missed one playing whack-a-mole. You broke the treaty, dude. Today is off and I am sending you the bill."

Up until this point Russia had been his normal, ticked off self, creepy smile and miasma in place. However, at Alfred's words they both disappeared and he was blank once again. It scared Arthur more than the first time.

"That is not fair, Fredka."

"Then you should have been more careful." Jackson replied as-a-matter-of-factly.

"What is even going on?" Arthur practically whispered, just barely finding the courage to speak up.

He was crushed immediately under the three's stares. Jackson and Alfred's faces began to flash through varying levels of amusement while Russia's stayed as blank as a white sheet of paper. Was he really missing something that obvious? Assuming he must have his eyes began to dart over the area. Admittedly, he had been completely focused on Russia, Jackson, and Alfred, so it was very possible that he had missed something, but once he realized what it was he had to do a double take. There had been four ice creams, had they not? Sitting at the wooden picnic table, right next to Jackson, was a petite little girl. She did not look any older than six, but she had beautiful long, black hair, pale ivory skin, and luminescent—purple eyes. Forget double take, a triple, no, quadruple take was in order! The violent feeling of déjà vu was back.

"Alfred, who is this?"

He looked conflicted for a mere split second before he sighed, "No use in sugar coating it—My final secret, I swear, or at least in the global consequences category."

Arthur did not have a chance to respond, but he had nothing to say anyway.

"My little sister." Russia hissed.

Both Jackson and Alfred's looks of amusement returned.

"Last time I checked, her name is Nikkita D. Jones, Ivan." Alfred challenged.

Russia burst, "I was the first one in space! She is mine. You say you won the space race, but I was first."

"No way! I was the technically the first nation in space because I was on that rocket. You just sent up a satellite. First man on the moon goes a long way because I found Nikki, and by definition, that won the space race. Besides, you already have two sisters!"

"And you have Jackie, Fredka!"

"I am so glad she has headphones in." interjected Jackson, "I swear you two are like a divorced couple and the Cold War was the custody battle. On second thought, no, that comparison is too accurate for me to be comfortable with it. Our bosses seriously tried marriage counseling to solve both your issues."

Alfred pinked at the words, but Russia was once more impervious.

"Whatever, Jackson is right, we should not be doing this in front of her"—his gaze landed on Arthur—"or him."

Russia loosened from a tension Arthur had not even realized he had put himself under, "I suppose I will visit you later today then, to discuss the treaty."

"You broke it, there is nothing to talk about."

"Or its renewal."

Alfred paused at that, once more looking at Arthur, "But you will have to get him on board with that."

Russia's smile finally returned, "That, I can do."

Jackson spared a glance at Arthur's shrinking form, "Then we can leave all the explaining to you?"

"Da."

Alfred finally had the decency to look a little sheepish, "Sorry about this, Artie, but we have to get Nikki home. You can have our ice cream, it always makes things better, and Vanya will tell you everything."

Arthur did not even have a chance to protest as the American duo made off with the child, who he was not even sure saw him in the first place. Though he supposed it was fair since he had not noticed her at first. He wanted nothing more to go after the three of them, but he had far more pressing matters to attend to in the form of a giant reaching out all four different ice creams in various stages of melting for him to take.

"You have caused me all sorts of trouble today, you know, England? Now come along, you want to learn about Nikki, da?"

Arthur eyed the ice cream carefully.

"I am not getting in any kind of white van, just so you know. I have seen more of Alfred's movies than I would like to admit." he huffed, taking the chocolate cone.