"Here, little one. Trying পাঠ করা some words from these books. I will be back." the Russian set three thin binds of colorful pages on the child's legs and walked away to the পরবর্তি room in his heavy boots, encasing her behind the strong wooden door, not quite shutting it all the way. The bright রঙ and characters enticed her voiceless mind. She brushed her finger tips over the hard cover to the corner of the book rested on her small thighs, opening it to reveal the first flimsy white square titled; "Моя семья." On the white, shiny page was a picture of a group of people. Some were younger, and some were older. She had never seen so many people at one time. Three pages over was a picture of a small girl with rosy cheeks and freckles. With her was a tall man with limp, white hair that held the child on his lap as they smiled with large, open mouths. She scanned her eyes over the paragraph of foreign words. When one caught her eye, she kicked her legs and screamed it to the পরবর্তি room.
"дед!"
Ivan quickly covered the receiver of the telephone he was speaking into and stuck his head through the crack in the door.
"You, child. Please be quiet." he ব্যক্ত calmly at first. When she did not respond to these words, he continued "...I will call আপনি back." he urged, abruptly hanging up the device, not waiting for an answer from the other line. Stalking back into the room with those loud boots, he knelt down দ্বারা the chair where the girl sat, still kicking her small feet.
"I am not your grandfather."
Her nostrils curled upward in the most interesting expression he'd ever seen; the combination of an excited grin and an imitation of a pig? She jammed her finger at the word again.
"дед!"
He took the book away from her, sliding it onto the floor with within her tiny palms, and, in a সত্বর সরানো removed her উপর চিলতা shoes that were caked with ice and ফ্রোজেন mud.
"Why don't আপনি take off your কোট and stay a while, little girl?" this expression he spoke was choppy, as he tried to make it as clear as possible under the heavy accent. She rubbed her dripping nose, and with the same germy hands fondled with the buttons on her childish trench-coat. As Ivan opened his mouth to speak another direction, a shorter man walked in, shuffling a pile of paper in his heads.
"Mr. Russia... sir, I-I..." in the midst of gently offering the papers in front of him, his eyes suddenly glanced over the girl. Her faint skin and deep brown hair in tangled, messy braids was unfamiliar in a bit of a refreshing sense. He immediately laughed and excused all awkward feelings that had been lingering within him upon entering and bent down to meet her eyes. "Hello."
When her drowsy gaze locked with Lithuania, she reached a chubby out to grope his nose and cheeks. পরাকাষ্ঠা had returned to his otherwise pale face and he spoke to Ivan without looking away from the child.
"Sir, who is she?"
"A girl I picked up after defeating Poland." he ব্যক্ত dryly, sifting through the stack of papers.
Ah, yes. And it replayed all too well.
The small smudge of gray hid within the grove, nestled to the ট্রাঙ্ক of a বৃক্ষ in the midst of a tenacious grip in her icy, gloveless fingers. The soles of her buckle shoes had been wore nearly away, and the sickening coughed that escaped her white lips told of nothing less of an ominous future. When the toweringly large man had stepped merely a foot away from her face, the increasingly slow blood circulation in her body didn't bother to flinch অথবা even allow her eyes to blink. The sky was sinking lower into an endless horizon the color of washed denim. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw her. A child with a head no bigger than the size of his hand. A figure that could be easily cradled in an everyday bakery basket. Not noticing her current condition (or not caring), Ivan's warm, sunflower smile greeted the stranger slowly being buried alive.
"Our winters are brutal, aren't they?"
Her lashes, weighed down from the lack of sleep and heavy snowflakes drifting down in sheets, showed no mercy. Her pupils steadily হারিয়ে গেছে control of what they were capturing. Her lids began to droop, though she fought desperately to keep them open, the eyeballs themselves nearly rolling into the back of her head.
"Oh, hey, now."
The feeling of a warm knit টুপি being slid smoothly over her ফ্রোজেন brunette locks was as unexpected as being hoisted from the hole in the ground and slung limply over the man's shoulder.
"Don't give up quite yet. You're still small, but I bet you'll grow up to be a strong country one day. You're in my territory. That means whether আপনি are an extension of myself অথবা not, I'm afraid আপনি have no choice but to comply. Come."
Her chapped, cracking lips, though as weak and aching as the rest of her down to the blistering twanging of the sting in her toes, turned it's corners into a soft, faint grin.
Warm, drooling bath water oozed down her small shoulders. The window parallel to the scene displayed another রামধনু of oranges as the sun yawned and slowly collapsed over the mountains. The brunette dripped her hands into the pool that instantly warmed them. Her shiny braids had been undone, revealing a thick, breast-length blanket of hair. Ivan, with his mind wandering to আরো important things, gently wrung the sponge of liquid and slid it gently over the frame of her back.
"I can't believe I'm bathing a strange child." he broke the silence other than the gentle splishes indicating water dripping from the base of the tub. Ivan was indeed dubious. The thought of a free-loading child (he called her this আরো so because he had no other way of identifying her) in his house wasn't beneficial, therefore he saw it as a useless action. But the image of her lying deep within the snow drifts, the most morose expression painted across her face, spiked an emotion that wasn't sadness অথবা pity, but maybe enjoyment. This child, innocent and not yet passing the height of his knee when standing, barely audible at times and perhaps even deaf অথবা dumb, granted him a god-like power he hadn't witnessed since he had banded together his trio of subordinates.
"Grandpa." a tiny, almost squeaky voice sounded through the bathroom. Ivan went wide-eyed, fixing his gaze on the girl and thinking silently enough a small draft rising though the floor vent could be heard. Humored, she laughed.
"Grandpa." she reached out to touch his cheek with a warm, supple palm. Oddly letting this action continue, Ivan's eyes stung and sent an irking sensation through his head.
Who are you.
The words had actually trembled on his lips for a moment, and his skin felt gray and cold.
"I believe he was in the bath room, sir..." a voice from below the staircase could be heard, and Ivan's head quickly swiveled to the door, which was nearly blow of it's hinges as his boss strode in. Looking winded after climbing the steps, his boss looked furiously yet lazily around, first at Ivan kneeling on the tile floor on the other side of the room, and then at the girl sitting quietly in the tub, who playfully smiled upon his arrival and blew a small storm of bubbles at him with her hands cradling the soap.
"Russia!" he wheezed. "You'll explain this later. For now, come with me."
"I can't leave her alone, sir."
"What?!" He coughed into the bend of his elbow.
"She might drown." Ivan ব্যক্ত matter-of-factly.
"This is nonsense, Russia! Come at once!"
Ivan sighed and reached his large hand into the tub. The girl shifted to the other side and out of the way as he removed the plug with a sucking sound, and the water level steadily descended. The girl stirred, sitting in a puddle of warm water in the chilly enclosed space. She reached her arms up at Ivan, who scooped the slippery child into one arm and stared blankly at his boss. In return, his superior detested the look of sarcasm spread across Russia's face and spat,
"You look like a sick pervert right now, আপনি know that?"
"Be that as it may," Ivan ব্যক্ত calmly, not noticing the girl rubbing her damp face on his soft scarf, "she'll have to come with me as we talk."
"Absurd! That child could be a spy in disguise."
Ivan held out the naked girl from under her armpits. She hung like a doll in his hands, bright eyes gleaming under her বাদামী hair.
"Sir, she is an honest to goodness little girl." he said, though he did not really know himself. His superior grunted, exiting the room but leaving the door wide open for Russia to follow suit.
--
Hey, again. Well, this obviously isn't my usual dose of fanfiction for আপনি guys, but I'm happy to say I got back into the spirit of writing, at least. Not to say I will not continue my other fanfiction, but it's going to take a bit of time to think of something else I can write while I progress. Catch my drift? Enjoy the first part of VENUS, and tell me what আপনি think, please c:
"дед!"
Ivan quickly covered the receiver of the telephone he was speaking into and stuck his head through the crack in the door.
"You, child. Please be quiet." he ব্যক্ত calmly at first. When she did not respond to these words, he continued "...I will call আপনি back." he urged, abruptly hanging up the device, not waiting for an answer from the other line. Stalking back into the room with those loud boots, he knelt down দ্বারা the chair where the girl sat, still kicking her small feet.
"I am not your grandfather."
Her nostrils curled upward in the most interesting expression he'd ever seen; the combination of an excited grin and an imitation of a pig? She jammed her finger at the word again.
"дед!"
He took the book away from her, sliding it onto the floor with within her tiny palms, and, in a সত্বর সরানো removed her উপর চিলতা shoes that were caked with ice and ফ্রোজেন mud.
"Why don't আপনি take off your কোট and stay a while, little girl?" this expression he spoke was choppy, as he tried to make it as clear as possible under the heavy accent. She rubbed her dripping nose, and with the same germy hands fondled with the buttons on her childish trench-coat. As Ivan opened his mouth to speak another direction, a shorter man walked in, shuffling a pile of paper in his heads.
"Mr. Russia... sir, I-I..." in the midst of gently offering the papers in front of him, his eyes suddenly glanced over the girl. Her faint skin and deep brown hair in tangled, messy braids was unfamiliar in a bit of a refreshing sense. He immediately laughed and excused all awkward feelings that had been lingering within him upon entering and bent down to meet her eyes. "Hello."
When her drowsy gaze locked with Lithuania, she reached a chubby out to grope his nose and cheeks. পরাকাষ্ঠা had returned to his otherwise pale face and he spoke to Ivan without looking away from the child.
"Sir, who is she?"
"A girl I picked up after defeating Poland." he ব্যক্ত dryly, sifting through the stack of papers.
Ah, yes. And it replayed all too well.
The small smudge of gray hid within the grove, nestled to the ট্রাঙ্ক of a বৃক্ষ in the midst of a tenacious grip in her icy, gloveless fingers. The soles of her buckle shoes had been wore nearly away, and the sickening coughed that escaped her white lips told of nothing less of an ominous future. When the toweringly large man had stepped merely a foot away from her face, the increasingly slow blood circulation in her body didn't bother to flinch অথবা even allow her eyes to blink. The sky was sinking lower into an endless horizon the color of washed denim. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw her. A child with a head no bigger than the size of his hand. A figure that could be easily cradled in an everyday bakery basket. Not noticing her current condition (or not caring), Ivan's warm, sunflower smile greeted the stranger slowly being buried alive.
"Our winters are brutal, aren't they?"
Her lashes, weighed down from the lack of sleep and heavy snowflakes drifting down in sheets, showed no mercy. Her pupils steadily হারিয়ে গেছে control of what they were capturing. Her lids began to droop, though she fought desperately to keep them open, the eyeballs themselves nearly rolling into the back of her head.
"Oh, hey, now."
The feeling of a warm knit টুপি being slid smoothly over her ফ্রোজেন brunette locks was as unexpected as being hoisted from the hole in the ground and slung limply over the man's shoulder.
"Don't give up quite yet. You're still small, but I bet you'll grow up to be a strong country one day. You're in my territory. That means whether আপনি are an extension of myself অথবা not, I'm afraid আপনি have no choice but to comply. Come."
Her chapped, cracking lips, though as weak and aching as the rest of her down to the blistering twanging of the sting in her toes, turned it's corners into a soft, faint grin.
Warm, drooling bath water oozed down her small shoulders. The window parallel to the scene displayed another রামধনু of oranges as the sun yawned and slowly collapsed over the mountains. The brunette dripped her hands into the pool that instantly warmed them. Her shiny braids had been undone, revealing a thick, breast-length blanket of hair. Ivan, with his mind wandering to আরো important things, gently wrung the sponge of liquid and slid it gently over the frame of her back.
"I can't believe I'm bathing a strange child." he broke the silence other than the gentle splishes indicating water dripping from the base of the tub. Ivan was indeed dubious. The thought of a free-loading child (he called her this আরো so because he had no other way of identifying her) in his house wasn't beneficial, therefore he saw it as a useless action. But the image of her lying deep within the snow drifts, the most morose expression painted across her face, spiked an emotion that wasn't sadness অথবা pity, but maybe enjoyment. This child, innocent and not yet passing the height of his knee when standing, barely audible at times and perhaps even deaf অথবা dumb, granted him a god-like power he hadn't witnessed since he had banded together his trio of subordinates.
"Grandpa." a tiny, almost squeaky voice sounded through the bathroom. Ivan went wide-eyed, fixing his gaze on the girl and thinking silently enough a small draft rising though the floor vent could be heard. Humored, she laughed.
"Grandpa." she reached out to touch his cheek with a warm, supple palm. Oddly letting this action continue, Ivan's eyes stung and sent an irking sensation through his head.
Who are you.
The words had actually trembled on his lips for a moment, and his skin felt gray and cold.
"I believe he was in the bath room, sir..." a voice from below the staircase could be heard, and Ivan's head quickly swiveled to the door, which was nearly blow of it's hinges as his boss strode in. Looking winded after climbing the steps, his boss looked furiously yet lazily around, first at Ivan kneeling on the tile floor on the other side of the room, and then at the girl sitting quietly in the tub, who playfully smiled upon his arrival and blew a small storm of bubbles at him with her hands cradling the soap.
"Russia!" he wheezed. "You'll explain this later. For now, come with me."
"I can't leave her alone, sir."
"What?!" He coughed into the bend of his elbow.
"She might drown." Ivan ব্যক্ত matter-of-factly.
"This is nonsense, Russia! Come at once!"
Ivan sighed and reached his large hand into the tub. The girl shifted to the other side and out of the way as he removed the plug with a sucking sound, and the water level steadily descended. The girl stirred, sitting in a puddle of warm water in the chilly enclosed space. She reached her arms up at Ivan, who scooped the slippery child into one arm and stared blankly at his boss. In return, his superior detested the look of sarcasm spread across Russia's face and spat,
"You look like a sick pervert right now, আপনি know that?"
"Be that as it may," Ivan ব্যক্ত calmly, not noticing the girl rubbing her damp face on his soft scarf, "she'll have to come with me as we talk."
"Absurd! That child could be a spy in disguise."
Ivan held out the naked girl from under her armpits. She hung like a doll in his hands, bright eyes gleaming under her বাদামী hair.
"Sir, she is an honest to goodness little girl." he said, though he did not really know himself. His superior grunted, exiting the room but leaving the door wide open for Russia to follow suit.
--
Hey, again. Well, this obviously isn't my usual dose of fanfiction for আপনি guys, but I'm happy to say I got back into the spirit of writing, at least. Not to say I will not continue my other fanfiction, but it's going to take a bit of time to think of something else I can write while I progress. Catch my drift? Enjoy the first part of VENUS, and tell me what আপনি think, please c:
