A/N They got to Russia. AND MEET A NEW CHARACTER! :D (Only hardcore Hetalia fans are gonna' know who I based him off of. It's not Russia...)
Next day...
"Brandon..." He wouldn't wake up. "Brandon!" Still asleep. "BRANDON WAKE UP!" Alice yelled, kicking him in frustration.
"GODDAMMIT!" he yelled, instantly waking up, grabbing his side where she kicked him. "WHAT?" he yelled, waking up pissed off.
"It's 11:30, we've got a flight to catch in one hour." She replied, already packed and ready to go.
"Goddammit." he said, rubbing his eye and getting up. He grabbed his bag and was soon ready. "Let's go." he said, walking out of the door.
"Ah, I used to act like that." She smiled. "Then I turned five."
"What?" he called, still in a daze.
"Looks like I kicked you a bit too hard." Alice giggled.
"Yea, you did." he said, rubbing his side. "I'm not a soccer ball, you know."
"I know you're not a soccer ball! You're obviously a punching bag!"
He just glared at her. "I hate you." he said, continuing walking.
"Feeling's mutual, bastard." She replied. Brandon seemed to snap awake, sniffing the air.
"What are you, a dog 'er somethin'?" She asked.
"Bacon." he replied, and started sprinting towards the source.
"...Really?" She asked in a bored tone. "Are you serious?"
"Bacon is the most heavenly of meats, so yea, I'm serious." he called back, running backwards.
"What. The. Hell." He soon found the source, which was a small diner serving breakfast. He sat down and put in his order, which was 10 strips of bacon, to go. When his meal arrived, he left the money on the counter and ran out of the door, holding the doggie bag with his meal. He soon caught up with Alice, who was waiting where he originally ran off. "Really?"
"Yes, really." he said, opening the bag.
Alice looked at the bacon. "...Can I have some?"
"Here." he said, handing her a slice.
Alice chewed on it. "Cooked meat actually DOES taste good..."
"Well, this is one of THE best meats ever, so your opinion might change if you have a crappy hamburger." he said, eating a slice.
"Hamburger?" She asked. "What's that?"
"It's ham, which is pig meat, pressed together into a thick waffle, which is then served on a bun with lettuce, tomato, ketchup, and other optional toppings." he explained, finishing his first slice.
"That sounds appetizing." Alice said sarcastically. '..Why would anyone ruin perfectly good raw meat?' She thought.
"If made, properly, they are. Now, we should probably be getting to the airport." he said, starting to walk away. Alice followed. They soon arrived, walked through security, and boarded their plane. Brandon quickly checked his phone, realizing they still had 5 minutes before takeoff. "You seem to be pretty linguistically talented, so do you speak Russian by any chance?" he asked, stretching in his seat.
"No, sorry. Maybe there are some people there who speak English?" She replied.
"Lets hope." he said, lying back into his chair, falling asleep. Alice also fell asleep.
When the plane landed, Brandon woke up, and saw Alice was asleep too. He pulled up his phone, opened an app, and began quickly typing. "Dobro pozhalovat Rossiyu." he said, shaking her awake.
"...What...?" Alice replied.
"Welcome to Russia." he said, standing up to stretch.
"Yes! I love Russia! Even though I hate snow...Dang..." She replied.
"That sucks, cause you can't have Russia without snow." he said. "Now c'mon, we have to get off." Alice stood up and followed Brandon off the plane. They quickly grabbed their bags, put on their coats, and walked outside. The sight they met wasn't pleasing. Before them was 3ft of snow, with only a small shoveled path. "I never bought boots." he said to Alice, awestruck by the sight.
Alice face-palmed.
They walked quickly to a shoe store, where they picked out boots. Brandon bought a pair that had the same design as his coat, we're water tight, and reached halfway up his calf. Alice bought a pair like Brandon's. The only difference was they were white.
They both walked up to the cash register, and Brandon pulled out his phone, opening the translator app.
"We'll take these two, please." he said into the phone. The device quickly translated it.
"My voz'mem eti dva, pozhaluÏsta." the phone said, and the cashier checked the boots. Alice left one gold coin, and they walked out.
"Thank god for this thing." he said, waving his phone and putting on his new shoes.
Alice put on her boots and the two walked out of the store.
...Then they bumped into a boy.
He appeared to be around 16 years old, wearing a white coat, a lavendar scarf and boots. He had messy, platinum blond hair and kind blue eyes.
Alice looked at Brandon, but before she could say anything the boy spoke.
"I am very sorry," He said. "I should have watched were I was going." He had a thick Russian accent.
"...You speak English?" Alice asked.
"Da," He replied. "Where are my manners today? My name is Nickolai."
"Um, my name is Alice." Alice replied.
"Alice? That is beautiful name." Nickolai said.
"This is Brandon." Alice gestured to her meister, unneffected by the complement.
"It is nice to meet you, Brandon and Alice." He replied.
"It's nice to meet you too. You wouldn't happen to know about the DWMA, would you?" he asked, noticing him trying to flirt with Alice.
"Da," Nickolai replied. "In fact, I was expecting students to come help with small kishin problem. You are them, Da?"
"Yes. We hear he has a few kills, so we decided to take on the job." he said.
"Thank you, Comrades." He replied.
"You're welcome." Alice said plainly.
"So, do you have any ideas as to where he is?" Brandon asked.
"I was hoping one of you had Soul Perception." Nickolai said.
"I do," Alice replied.
"You are the Meister?"
"I'm the weapon."
"That's odd. Usually weapons cannot sense souls."
"She's special." he said, shrugging."We're both special, actually."
"Ah, I see, Comrades." Nickolai replied.
"I don't sense any Kishins nearby." Alice said, shivering a bit.
"Ah, you two must be cold. Come with me." He said, and led them to his home.
"This is a nice place you have here, Nickolai." Brandon said, walking into his home.
"Thank you, Comrade Brandon." He replied. His home was small, with a fireplace and a couch in the livingroom, a kitchen with a stove and oven, and a single bed in the bedroom.
"What was the kishin's description, Alice?" Brandon asked, dragging in his suitcase.
"Well, to put it simply it looked like a skinny, tall Matryoshka doll with arms and legs." Alice replied.
"Do we have any details a out what weapons it uses?" he asked, dragging in her suitcase from outside.
"Nope." Alice replied.
"Actually, I have heard it uses hammer." Nickolai told the duo.
"Oh boy, we got stuck with a hammer-crazy doll. Wonderful." Brandon said sarcastically.
Alice and Nickolai looked at him confused. "Why would that be wonderful?" They said in unison.
"And I'm stuck with two people who dont know what sarcasm is." he said, sitting down on the couch.
Alice continued to stare at Brandon with a confused look, but Nickolai sat on the couch next to Brandon. He patted the spot on the other side of him. "Come sit down, Comrade Alice." He said. Alice sat down next to him.
"Sarcasm. It's when you say something that is bad in a different tone of voice, which is usually fluctuating in a high tone of voice. Nikolai, you may know it as sarkazm." he explain, face-palming at their lack of knowledge in social matters.
"Oh," Alice said, as Nickolai stealthily snaked his arm around her. She noticed, but didn't care.
"Nikolai, where can I get a glass of water?" he asked, standing up.
"Ah, you are a guest. I should get it for you." Nickolai replied. He stood up, walked to the kitchen and poured Brandon a glass of water. He then walked back and gave Brandon the H2O-filled glass.
"Thank you." Brandon said, taking a sip. It had a taste of iron, as if it was transported through a rusty pipe, but he drank it anyway.
The two sat back down, and Alice yawned. "You two must be tired, Da?"
"Yea. It was a long trip." he said, yawning himself.
Alice looked in the bedroom. "Doesn't look like theres enough room for all of us in the bed..." She said.
"It's ok. I can crash on the floor so Nickolai can have the couch." Brandon said, lying down on the rug in front of the fire place.
Nickolai smiled. "You are a guest. I will sleep on the floor, you can sleep on the couch. After all, I am used to the cold weather. You two are not." Alice, who had no objections, walked into the bedroom and immediately fell asleep. "She is beautiful girl, da?"
"I guess so. She just isn't the type of girl you want to date though." he said, lying down on the couch. Nickolai was confused, but didn't object. He layed on the floor and quickly went to sleep. Brandon quickly followed into the comfort of sleep.