Brother's Little Stalker (Belarussia)

[Belarus]

A small, blonde haired girl yawned. She was tired of traveling, although she traveled as lightly as possible. She looked like a normal teenager, with long blonde hair and a bored expression on her face as she stared towards the docks. One of the people in the city had told her that her brother was on a ship sailing around the world, and she had felt a shrug of envy. How dare her dear bratya, travel without her. But now she was going to find him, but how amid all these people?

She tried to steer away from the others, smiling softly at the occasionally passerby and searching the crowds for her older brother. She had left her sister at home, and from what she had known, her sister was still back home, waiting probably for her. For a moment, she felt only slightly guilty, but that moment passed quickly. Well, as soon as she convinces her brother to come back, she will come and help her older sister escape from that family.

It wasn't dangerous for her to be out at night, she mused, her hand reaching for the knife that she had always kept. It wasn't as efficient as a gun, but she had never liked the loud noises of guns, preferring a silent, swift finish. She knew that she was somewhere near a German port, and slept on a bench, preferring to keep mute, then to speak German. Unlike her sister, she had only learned one or two words. Pursing her lips distastefully, she continued to stare off into the horizon. "Blat" she muttered under her breath.

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"Blat"='Shit' in Russian.
"Bratya" = 'Brother' in Russian. (Maybe that's where the word for brat comes from! *runs from Belarus*)

(Am I doing it right? )

[Georgia]

He had stopped the ship for a little while for some fuel, and told Toris and his little buddy [who he now hated] and wandered around to look for some vodka. It was such a nice day out and he wanted to enjoy the warmth before it got too cold in the sky. He shivered. He was not one for cold climates, even though he had lived in one all his life, he hated it. But if it meant finding the greatest treasure in the world... then he would live through it.

Ivan whistled to himself, and passed a few people. After a short while, he found his treasured vodka, and started to head back to the ship. Unfortunately he hadn't noticed a blonde woman in the background. In the crowds. He swerved the wrong way, almost getting lost but noticed a sign he had passed earlier, and nodded to himself and trailed towards it.

[Belarus]

She paused for a moment, yawning again, as she flipped a lock of blonde hair behind her face. She had been searching for her brother for so long, for so impossibly long, that she was about to give u-no, she would never give up. But tonight, it was time to turn in, to sell the last piece of jewelry that she had stolen, the last watch, and then maybe start begging or even...no she would not think about it. Her thoughts went back to her brother, her dearest brother, and almost as if she had willed him here, she saw the back of a blond head.

Pausing for a moment, she tried to calm herself, to reassure herself that it was just a delusion from lack of sleep and food, but her legs didn't listen, as she started to run towards the figure that was disappearing from her view. Finally she got close enough, and nervously tapped at his jacket. "B-bratya?" she asked quietly, expecting a stranger's face, but hoping for the world.

[Georgia]

[[ daaaw! ]]

As soon as he hear that familliar, yet slightly creepy tone, the Russian turned around to greet the face that said that. He blinked in surprised at his younger sister, who looked awe full. his face fell and quickly picked up again. "Ah... sister!!" he was quite alarmed, he had not seen her for ages...
"sister sister!" he exlaimed, wrapping his arms around her. He couldnt bring himself to say anything else, he was just too surprised, even his eyes welled up.

[Belarus]

She looked completely dumbfounded, completely taken aback by the slight of her dear older brother, that her face quickly curled into a smile, using muscles that she hadn't used for so long. "Bratya!" she exclaimed in a loud voice, startling some of the passerby, but she didn't care at all. Let them think what they want, she thought, as she laughed, crying softly. She stepped back, just staring, completely overwhelmed. Her brother had grown taller, she thought dimly, and happily. Although his clothes looked so, so different from what she was used to.

There was a matter at hand, she thought to herself, but decided to postpone it. The surprise was too great, and she didn't want to seem flustered, nor confused like the other girls that she had seen before. So all she said simply was "How are you, bratya?" with a bright smile.

[Georgia]

The Russian straitend and tried to look like he wasnt that afraid of her. They had things happen in the past, and he wanted to forget it. "Sister...!" his eyes did of course tear up, seeing someone, he did love, for the fist time in the longest time.

"Ah, sister, I am very well! I... have new clothes and everything!" he nodded enthusiastically and noticed how lanky and dead she looked. He had not seen her like that before, and it made his heart sink. "What about you? please tell me you do well.../"