A/N: Don't have much to say this time. Chapter 12 was my personal favorite because of the ending. I'm sorry about changing to third person in the middle of the story. I liked it a bit better. Hope everyone is enjoying the story, have a GREAT day and I'll check in with you guys next time.

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Anya took a deep breath and did her best to try and hide her shaking. It was not working very well. Nicholai tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. His other hand was neatly placed under his chin, holding up his cheshire cat smile. His eyes glowed a light purplish-blue... The very same eyes Anya had. They took after their Mother.

"H-hello, little brother," she managed to stammer. Sadik wandered over to some alcohol and Govert stood off toward one side of the room. It seemed they were both just as unsettled by Nicholai as Anya was herself.

"You didn't expect to see me did you?" he asked.

"No, I truly didn't."

He laughed gleefully and stood, "Good! Then Sadik did his job right. For once. I won't have to punish him." He walked over to Anya and touched her face gently. Those cold eyes studied her longingly. Anya clenched her jaw. It took everything she had not to collapse and start crying. The one wish she had was to never have to see Nicholai again. She would rather be lonely for the rest of time if she didn't ever have to step in the same country as him ever again. But... here they were.

"Dear sister," he purred, "Did you miss me so?" Anya started shaking and crying as he embraced her. Afraid to anger him, she put her arms around him too. The hope in Anya's hert seemed to be sucked out by his presence. His almost white hair brushed her cheek as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I knew I could get you away from him. You're mine, sister. Do not forget that again."

It was said lovingly, but it was a very serious threat. It was one of many reasons the Soviet Union did not exist anymore. Anya knew exactly what he would do if she did not obey until he was satisfied. So... she nodded.

"Yes, brother. Anything you wish."

He pulled away and walked back to his chair. The room was quiet other than his footsteps. It was eerie. But it was because every soul in that house, living or dead, knew that if the Master of the house was not happy, no one would be. Anya would personally rather go through hell than see her brother truly angry.

"Sit," Nicholai commanded. Anya sat on a couch across from him.

'How ironic,' she thought, 'that this sadistic bastard was named for Nikolai Orelov.'

"I bet you're wondering why Templars brought you here, of all people."

"Yes, that question did come to my mind," she said honestly.

"It is because..." he paused for dramatic effect and waved his arms, "I am the Grand Master of all the Templars in the world!" He giggled and spun around before plopping down in his chair.

Anya jumped up from the couch and her face grew dark.

"Do you have any idea what these people did to my Brotherhood?! Do you realize that I am a Mentor for the Russian Assassins; people who you have hunted and KILLED?!" she said with a deadly calm. It was one thing to terrorize her, but not her people or those she protected. She would not stand for those under her care to be targeted by anyone, especially not Nicholai.

He jumped out of his chair, a vein bulging from his forehead.

"Do you think I care? I really don't, Anya. You left Katyusha and I for them. For that reason, I became a Templar. I need to destroy them! YOU WILL NOT CHOOSE THOSE PATHETIC PAWNS OVER ME!" His face was red from screaming.

"I did not leave you! Katyusha took you and ran. Bad things happpened, Nicky. The Assassins became my family. I raised some of the people you killed. I taught them as best as I could. And you...!" Anya shook her head and turned away from him. She wanted to hurt him. He had caused her so much pain without her knowing. And after she had him put away. He still managed to get out.

Nicholai clenched his fists and looked at Sadik, "Get out. Now!"

As Sadik moved to leave the room, Nicholai backhanded Anya across the face. She stumbled back, stunned. Govert took out his gun and shot Sadik in the legs, unabling him to get away. Anya regained her senses and tackled Nicholai as he pulled out his knives.

'Exact justice for our Brothers and Sisters, child.' the calm voice finaly spoke, and it was as angry as she was.

Anya headbutted her brother as hard as she could, but he kneed her in the stomach and gained the upper hand. His knived slashed at her face. She was quicker. The blade cut off a lock of her hair. She grabbed both of his wrists and bent them at a sickening angle, drawing a screech of pain from the Belarusian.

"I'M GOING TO KILL ROMANO! AND TINA! AND I'M GOING TO TORTURE KATYUSHA! YOU'RE GOING TO WATCH AND KNOW IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!" he screamed. He was flailing desperately. Anya had always been stronger than her siblings and much taller too. It was easy for her to overpower Ukraine, but Belarus was a tough little thing. He was always too stubborn to give up. Anya pulled out her knife and stabbed him in the chest.

"Shut up, Vy kusok musora. You are not worthy of my time," she spat at him as his eyes grew dull. He was not dead, nor would he die this time. If she had wanted to kill him, she would have put a bullet through his head; not a knife through his heart.

Govert limped over and fell down beside her and Nicholai. He had a few cuts and bruises.

"Tch. If I would have known you were going to kill him-"

"He's not dead, commrade," she pointed at his chest that was still rising and falling just so, "I need to interrogate him. I have a need to get rid of an infestation inside of my Brotherhood."

Govert just nodded and leaned his bloodied head back on the couch.

Outside, there were gunshots. Anya smiled.

"They're late."

~Romano~

Romano unloaded a clip into one of the guards and rand forward to cover. Lukas was subduing Kim at the moment, just in case they needed a hostage. Each of them knew that Anya was facing her brother at that very moment. Every second counted. Tina furiously sniped from the woods on one side of the house. Berwald threw in a granade or two and some smoke bombs for cover. The four companions had heat goggles on to detect their enemies since the area around them was so cold.

Templar after Templar came out of nowhere. It was almost like they had been expected. Tina said it was because Belarus was a paranoid freak. Romano was starting to agree with that.

Lukas had Kim tied up and knocked out cold, several minutes later. Berwald put a bullet in the head of the final Templar right as two figures came limping out of the smoke.

"Anya!" cried Tina. And the blond guy from the bar was helping her walk. What were they dragging behind them?

"Get away from the house!" the blond called, "He's got it rigged to blow! We found the bomb a few minutes ago!"

Romano ran to them and scooped up Anya, whos leg was drenched in blood. Only then did he see that they were dragging two bodies on a door behind them.

"Lukas, help... this guy with Sadik and Nicholai's bodies!" Lukas shot Romano a look, but did as he said. Tina scolded Anya and interrogated Govert simultaniously while Anya urged them all to keep going.

Romano started jogging towards the woods, everyone trailing behind. They had all just made it into the trees when the house blew.

Berwald, who was lugging Kim over his shoulder flinched and looked back.

"We're lucky we weren't in there. Another 5 minutes fighting and we would've gone down too."

Romano set Anya down and studied her leg. He didn't ask questions, he just opened his pack and started cleaning her wounds. To which, she smiled. Govert sat down beside them and watched Romano closely.

"Sorry, but... who are you?" Romano asked, without looking up.

"Th' name's Govert. I took down Sadik to try and help Anya escape."

"So, a friend then?" Romano handed Anya a rounded piece of wood, "Bite down on that, sweetheart. This is going to hurt." She did as he said and squeezed her eyes shut. He was stitching up the cut on her leg.

Govert grimaced and looked at the others who were discussing what to do. "Yes. I'm a friend. Anya talked some sense into me. I didn't want to be a stinking Templar anyway."

Romano smiled. That was his Anya; always inspiring others. It felt like weeks since they had seen each other at Antonio's place. It had only been days. Only four in fact.

~Anya~

The sun was shining brightly through her window when she woke up. She'd been in that same room for nearly a week. Tina wouldn't let her move until her leg healed. Nicholai had done a number on it. He'd made it nearly impossible to walk.

That whole time, her friends had stayed with her. They were back at Tina and Berwald's house. Sealand and the Baltics' voices filled the halls. It was a happy, warm place full of love. A place Anya hoped Tina was proud of. It might have been a modest and cozy place, but it was big enough for friends. Even Govert had stayed.

Anya scooted over to the edge of her bed and grabbed her crutches. She wasn't going to get dressed up that day. It was a sweatpants and t-shirt kind of day. Mostly due to the fact that it hurt too much to put different pants on. Her thoughts drifted as she hobbled to the kitchen.

She hadn't been able to question either man. Lukas did it in her place. He'd gotten results, however, Anya wanted to ask Nicholai if he had ordered the attack on Masyaf. despite everything that had happened, she hoped he hadn't.

She was greeted by many voices and many smiles. "Aunt Anya, you're up!" called little Sealand. The Baltics waved cheerfully. Lukas kissed her head as he passed by with a plate of food. Berwald gave her a one-armed hug and made room for her beside Romano. Tina smiled and put a plate down at her spot at the table. She sat down between Govert and Romano. Everyone was happy this morning.

Govert nodded awkwardly and kept eating his sausage and eggs. Romano leaned over and kissed her nose.

"Good morning, love. How did you sleep?" he asked as if he didn't know. He'd snuck into her room tto sleep beside her. And probably got scolded by Tina this morning for it too.

"Mmm... Pretty well. Maybe if I'd had more blankets it would've been nicer. And I swear it was like someone was in my room snoring!" she teased. Romano stuck his tongue out at her and laughed.

Lukas rolled his eyes.

"Hei, stop with that!"

"What, you jealous that you don't get a turn romancin' my syestra?" Tina said with a giggle.

And everyone was back to normal. Laughing, talking, and having a good time. Yet, Anya couldn't get into it. Not today. It was the day everyone was leaving to go back home. She would go back to that house and not have everyone around. Of course, she would have Latvia, Lithuania, and Estonia, but it wasn't the same. She had allowed them to have their own houses, so they would be leaving her too. She would be alone once more.

'It's not like I can't visit everyone,' she told herself, pushing her food around on her plate.

Govert noticed and whispered to her, "Hey, don't worry, ok? We're all commrades now. And, plus, you need to teach me how to be an Assassin. I'm not stealthy at all!"

She smiled a little, but the dark voice in her head was slithering around again. After a week without it, she felt a bit sick to feel it slowly coming back.