Life of a Baltic (USSR Only)

In your dreams, besh. Now... ef you don't mind, ai am going to respond to my family. >3>

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Shalunya rose her shaggy, bear-like head as the Russian woman called her. The massive Russian mountian shepherd felt lazy after her run in the woods, and clearly didn't feel like moving. But, an order was an order.... She didn't understand english, but familiarized the patting gesture.

With a huff, the dog rose on her heavy paws and lazily made her way over to Ivana before swaying that beautiful plumed tail of hers. The shaggy Russian dog touched her cold, wet nose to Ivana's palm. Shalunya was far from a gentle giant, yet like all Russian Caucasian Mountian Shepherds, everyone that lived under this roof was hers and her brother's only. They were their only family and the only ones that they won't bare a fang to.

"Well, Ravis... maybe someday ai might get into dem.... hopefully. Ai need to go out to de market place and pick up a few tings later on." Ivan scooped up the little Huskey and set him on his lap and began to scratch his ears.

"So how were your daily events?" He spoke to his twin in a string of perfect Russian, asking of her the results of her usual day out of the Soviet mansion.

The Russian stared soullessly at the woman standing a safe distance away from him. She was beautiful, if that was the term he should use, and she possessed lovely eyes. From here, he could see how the green shimmered against the light of the sun. Viktor wanted so much to approach her, compliment her, and then take the lovely emeralds for his own keeping. He still wasn't quite sure if it was wrong or right of him to want the eyes of people. Once or twice, he had seen his father compliment someone's eyes. Ever since then, Viktor has found them fascinating as well. He was a very disturbed child, but it was just his nature.

Thinking it was probably time to be returning home now, he turned away and headed home. Snow crunched beneath his winter boots. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his trench coat, eyes focused on the snow as he walked towards his father's home. No one dared speak to him, knowing his status - knowing who he was. It was no secret that Viktor was disturbed and had attacked people on more than one occasion for speaking out against his father. If anyone ever dared to threaten Ivan, go against his views, or comment negatively about him...well, let them just pray they got a head start on running or had a weapon to defend themselves from the steel baton that would be aimed at their face.

Yes, Viktor was very sensitive about his father or anyone else in his family for that matter.

Once he was home, he pulled open the door and stepped inside. He politely knocked the snow from his boots before removing them. As he did so, he glanced up at the coat hangers and found his father's coat there. He blinked, secretly becoming a bit...flustered? Was that the feeling? He'd do the calculations later, but for now, he allowed this feeling to overwhelm him knowing his father had arrived while he was out. He always seemed to spend too much time outside and no one ever liked knowing he, of all people, was outside with other beings. No good ever came of it. Nevertheless, he finished hanging his coat and scarf.

Viktor stepped into the main room, finding many of his family members and friends alike, in there. He said nothing, at first, just staring at all of them. Without meaning for them to be, his eyes seemed lifeless. No excitement at all, but deep inside, he was pleased to see everyone. Especially Ivan and Vladimir. Ivan, because he was his father. Vladimir, because he was interesting to Viktor. He always enjoyed visiting Vladimir in his workshop.

The Russian moved further into the room, coming closer to the couch Ivan sat on. "Privet, fat'er." He said quietly, avoiding eye contact. He still felt embarrassed for not being here to greet him upon his arrival home. "May Ai seet next to you?" He asked politely.

Hi, Siberia has come to join you all.

A tousled mop of light beige hair came into view as Siberia poked his head around the corner, his blue-black eyes glimmering shyly. "P-privet, brat Rossiya... Baltics..."

Being one of the most isolated Russian countries had its drawbacks. This was one of them: Vasily's family was always forgetful of the timid nation.

"H-hello? Honestly, a-am I that invisible?"

Shalunya was the first to greet Siberia. The massive mountain shepherd's ears rose at the sight of him before getting out several deep barks. The canine's hackles bristled as she rose to her paws with a snarl, but then.... she caught the sent of the man before her: Ah... he's another Russian. Shalunya lowered her ears and allowed her tail to sway before making her way over to Siberia. The Russian caucasian nudged his hand with her fuzzy, bear-like head in greeting.

Ivan gave a small "Hmn?" sound once Shalunya barked. The Russian glanced over his shoulder and, upon spotting his brother, a cheery smile crossed his pale features.

"Privet, Brat..." Russia greeted in his usual light tone. The Soviet stood and made his way toward Siberia, planting three kisses on his brother's cheeks as the traditional Russian greeting; one on the right, one on the left, and the last on the right. Siberia and Russia indeed look alike... save for the color of hair, eyes, and scarf. Ivan always wore the lighter colors to match his silvery platnum hair, and striking amethyst irises. Their personalities might contrast greatly... but Ivan loved his brother nonetheless. He was glad to have a "normal" brother... unlike Nikolai who was constantly harrassing him and Ivana.

The Russian stepped back and gazed back at Siberia with his usual child-like smile, passing a hand through the Soviet dog's thick, mane-like fur. "T'ings are well wit' you, da?"

A bright, carefree smile spread across Vasily's features as he ruffled Shalunya's fur. "D-da, I am well. Still trying to get m-myself and Canada noticed, but what else is new?"

He laughed quietly before moving to stand near his nephews, even though there was only half a chance they'd figure out he was there. Vasily didn't care, though; he loved them all too much.

"H-how are things here, Rossiya? N-Nikolai isn't being too overbearing, I hope?"

Lithuania slowly crept up to the front door of the mansion, looking around in hopes of not being spotted. If Mr.Russia finds him like this, the punishment could be fatal. He sneaks up to the door, unlocking it with his own key, and slowly creaks open the door, peeking around inside the house to see if anyone was present. He sighed with relief when he didn't see another country around, and walked in cautiously, gently closing the door. 'Well...' he thought. 'I might as well spend the last few moments to myself in my room before Mr.Russia gives me...punishment...' His eyes traveled to the stairs. In order to go up them without being noticed, he starts off at a sprint, taking off up the stairs. Toris could see his room coming closer in his sight, smiling abit to himself and not paying attention to anything else but his room. Unfortunately, being the clumsy Lithuanian he is, trips over his own feet and falls with a great loud 'THUD'. He lay there silent and unmoving. Half of it because he had the air knocked out of his lungs, the other half of it was of him realizing that he had just dug his own grave. He knows Mr.Russia heard him... most likely everyone in the entire mansion did as well. Looks like his punishment will come early. He sighs sadly to himself. "Oh good... more scars..." He mumbles softly.