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❖ ❖ ❖ As soon as she caught sight of those cruel amethyst irises, a quiet growl escaped from Viorica's throat. Her ruby eyes were thinned in seething hatred, it would not be tamed so easily. She flickered her gaze from the pipe in the Russian's left hand, back to his eyes, watching his movements closely. When the door closed behind him, she tensed slightly, her wariness only increasing. And that smile... It was much too cheerful for her tastes. She could find no way to trust it. "Salut, Ivan..." The young Transylvanian hissed. "Oh Da~," The sarcasm in her voice was painfully obvious. "Didn't you notice? I'm quite enjoying being locked up in a Siberian wasteland, forbidden to see my family ever again! I never been so comfortable in my entire life~!" ❖ ❖ ❖

"Dat's good!" The Russian piped in a cheery tone...: He seemed utterly oblivious to the venomous sarcasm that dripped from the other's voice. In two steady strides, the Soviet stepped forward and placed a hand on the girl's head; a usual greeting for him.

"Ai am glad you are getting de gist of how tings work around here. Ai was worried Ivana and ai would have to waste our time and energy teaching you." Ivan's eyes slid shut like they did when he was in a good mood.

"Smart leetle girl..."He mused with a light giggle. Dark clouds began to form in the horizon, giving wind to a blizzard that was brewing around the borders of Siberia. The weather tended to have severe ups and downs in the Russian lands now a days, adding stress to both the Soviets, but also protecting them for most Nazi and Prussian ambushes. General Winter was begining to awaken....

The Russian's eyes slid open once more as he just gazed down at the female for a few moments. He had always seen Viorica as a strong, fiesty "little" girl, and that she was indeed, but it almost puzzled him to see her in such a state for such a little thing. It reminded him of his kids when they were younger... Ivan slowly began to really realize what she asked, and the cruel reality hit him once more. Did his smile just... falter?

Ivan's eyes adopted a solemn shadow in the depths of those violet irises as he shifted his amethyst gaze out at the window. He had grown used to the storms, but he was at the same time growing quite weary of them. The dark, blistering cold allowed no green... no life to spread in his lands anymore. For a man so cold, he secretly...silently.. yearned for warmth. But no one could find out... no.. that was his terrible weakness. Well... yearning for something he knew he could not have was a weakness in Russia's twisted mind.

The Soviet seemed to have forgotten he had his heavy hand still resting on the other's head. He gave a soft 'hmn' sound as his plastic smile touched his features once more. "Not always..." He said. Funny.. his tone still held the same. "But these days, tings dat should not have happened have been committed. Winter is supposed to be coming to an end, but deese are not natural storms. General Winter is appearing once again, after all deese years. Ef he gets angry... heh...you tink deese storms are bad...?" Ivan's amethyst orbs shifted their blank gaze and fixed themselves on the female before him. That smile was still there, despite the almost whispery tone his vocals took at his final phrase..

"You haven't seen anyting yet..."

"Many call him a myth. An excuse for failed attacks on Russian lands. He is sort of like Russia's greatest guardian and ally... and our more feared foe." Ivan said with that fake smile of his. Winds began to howl, sending icy shards crashing into the window. But not a whisp of cold air reached indoors.

"But he is real.... his wrath brings blizzards seen or heard of only in ledgends. Temperatures fall up to eighty below zero. If General is angry wit you... you are bound to die a very cold death."

The Russian's irises flicked back toward the girl as his bland expression shifted into one of light amusement..

"We....?" He asked with an amused chuckle. That childishly humerous smile returned... The Russian removed his hand from her head and placed it on the top of his pipe. "General only appears to Russia. Only de Soviets are de ones who can make him happy. Your job as of now es to stay here and be a good leetle girl, da?"

Ivan tilted his head a bit to the right and just stared at the Transylvanian with his usual cheery expression. A few strands of his silvery locks fell over his amethyst irises, yet he seemed to either not notice, or not care.

The corner of Ivan's lip twitched ever so slightly as crimson gaze met amethyst. One might take that as a nervous reaction, but instead of appearing uneasy, the Russian's eyes slid closed -- something that only happens when he is either content or truly cheery -- and giggled. Giggled!

"Dat's..." He piped in quite the cheery manner. "Dat's adorable! You might just become my favorite, Viorica. De Baltics seemed to have lost dere sense of humor quite a while ago. Ai'm glad to have anoder friend dat es willing to stay wit us from now until we say so. We get lonely up here..."

A sane person just could not miss the sheer wrath that bubbled in the Transylvanian's tone, nor the obvious death-wish just screeching in those crimson eyes. However, oblivious Russia is indeed... oblivious. That, and he just wasn't exactly one who could be safely classified as sane. He thought the young vampress' reaction was simply adorable... and he liked adorable things. That, and Ivan could never really take any threats seriously anymore. Actions speak louder than words to him, and so far, hardly any of the so-called "threats" he had been under had actually been carried out. Those that did proved to be nothing but irritating to him.

Child-like innocence shone from the Soviet's amethyst irises once they slid open and fixed on the girl, yet his smile did not appear fake, or even forced this time...

"Ai can leave ef you want to have woman-to-woman time wit her." Ivan directed this question to his identical. His happy-go-lucky tone was still there, making it questionable if it was still genuine or not...

"Ai don't mean to sound rude, but ai do remember myself directing that question to Ivana." The Russian spoke dryly through that plastic smile of his. It was quite hard to get him angry without him getting irritated first. But if one did somehow manage to pull it off... Lord help us all.

Those gems of glistening amethyst fixed themselves on the Transylvanian. Ivan's head tilted ever so slightly and gave a light, curious 'hmn' at her last statement. "Ai like watching people twitch after ai shove someting through dere chests..." He said softly. Damn... those eyes shone with child-like innocence, despite the rather gruesom comment. How can he manage to pull that off?