notices someone near her brother's house and narrows her eyes, deciding to stalk her.

stops to pick a camomile flower and twine it in her hair behind her ear, not noticing the stalker in the slightest. Her shovel was held

tightly in her free hand, however.

ducks behind a bush and stares at her. She looked familiar but she wasn't happy that she was around her braht.

stands up and starts walking around again, humming a tune to herself; it was surprisingly nice here.

follows slowly but still stares right at her.

fixes her hat, but has a sense of impending doom... much like the one she got when her Belarus was following her. She looked over her

shoulder quickly, disturbed by this thought.

stares straight at her.

jumps and squeaks quite audibly, staring straight back. "U-um... privyet?"

keeps staring. "Privyet."

blinks slowly, then takes a cautious step towards her. "Who are you..?"

narrows her eyes. "Who are you?"

stops, folds her arms, and pouts. "I asked first."

growls. "It doesn't matter! I won't tell someone I don't know who I am!"

just keeps pouting at her. "... Fine. I'm Anya."

"Natalya."

couldn't help but think this girl was a bit abrupt, and slightly rude, but she kept it to herself. "Nice to meet you."

nods slightly. "Now stay away from my braht."

blinks, then smiles. "Why?" She's beginning to catch on.

growls. "He's mine! We are to be married!"

suddenly looks amused. "You... are Belarus, then?" Some things remained the same through worlds.

nods. "Da! Now stay away from him!"

grins sheepishly at her. "I'm not after your braht. ... This would make you my sestrya."

pauses and stares at her chest. "You are not my siestra..."

... is confused by that, but lets it slide. "Nyet, um. I... I am the other Russia."

stares back up at her face. "Nyet. HYou are not my braht."

raises a finger in correction. "I'm his counter-part."

"Counter part?"

nods. "Da. ... The... female version of him. From...." She waves a hand in the air. "Another place."

stares. "I don't believe you."

frowns slightly. "... How can I make you believe me?"

"I won't ever."

frowns even more. "Why not?"

"Because my braht is male."

folds her arms again. "Da. I know that. I'm not saying I'm him. I'm saying I'm the other him. That's a girl."

frowns. "There is no other him."

just gives her a look. "There's another you, too."

shakes her head. "Nyet."

nods at her. "Da. There is."

growls, getting annoyed. "There isn't!"

just nods again. "There is. I should know. There's also another Ukraine."

shakes her head. "No! It is just braht and I!"

getting a bit amused, actually. "That's what you think."

"I know!"

shakes her head. "You don't."

nods. "I do!"

holds back a grin. "Nyet."

scowls and pulls out a knife. "I do! It is just braht and I!"

blinks, then raises her shovel. "It isn't."

"Just stay away from him!!"

tilts her head to the side. "What if my house isn't here?"

growls. "Then go to your house!"

just gives her a wide smile. "It isn't there! That's what I meant~"

doesn't see why she's smiling. "Then go away!"

incredibly amused! "I can't just live out here. It's cold."

"It will get warmer."

"Eventually. Right now it is cold and you aren't able to say where I'm allowed and not allowed to go."

steps closer to her. "Leave."

doesn't move an inch. "Nyet."

raises her knife. "Da. Go. I am not sharing braht with you."

just giggles and lifts her shovel a bit. "I'm not after him, silly girl."

"Then leave!"

"What if I don't?"

swings her knife to just miss her.

doesn't flinch, but does raise her shovel a good bit more.

"Go."

just shakes her head 'no'.

growls and takes another step towards her.

stays put! Somehow, she's still amused.

swings the knife at her this time.

holds her shovel up in front of her face and leans away from the knife, dodging it (though her sleeve gets lightly nicked).

wraps a hand around her shovel and glares at her.

...pouts a bit and tries hitting her with the shovel. She's not trying to do damage, just get it back.

grips it tightly. "LEAVE."

holds on just as tightly. "I could always come back."

"I won't let you!!"

laughs a little bit. "How would you do that?"

growls. "I will protect braht!!"

smiles at her. "I'm not putting him in danger."

tries to twist the shovel away from her. "So go away!!"

keeps her grip incredibly tight. "Nyet."

hasn't met anyone this strong except her brother. She glares at the other woman. "LEAVE BRAHT ALONE!"

a simple explanation for that, but isn't going to say it again. "I can't."

growls and gives up on the shovel, grabbing Anya instead.

yelps and tries hitting her with the shovel in defense.

gets hit but ignores the pain, digging her nails into Anya's shoulders.

bites her shoulder in return, trying to hit her again.

snarls at her and grabs a fist full of her hair.

twists her head and bites her hand, trying to draw blood.

yelps and grabs her jaw before trying to shake it.

pulls her jaw away and headbutts her in the throat; she is determined to win this.

stumbles back a little but uses the chance to pull out a knife.

still has her shovel, so she's not too threatened by it. Then again, this could just be underestimation on her part.

points the knife at her. "Leave now or I will make you leave in pieces!"

just laughs a bit. "You're bluffing. Ivan wouldn't be happy with you if you did that."

growls. "You are the one bluffing!"

smiles at her. "I'm not."

"He will be better off without you!!"

"Maybe it's you he would be better off without."

snarls and swings the knife at her. "NEVER!!"

leans back and dodges most of the blow, though the blade catches her coat again. "How do you know?"

growls and steps closer to her. "I KNOW!"

takes a half-step away from her. "You don't."

takes another swing. "I know better than you!!"

keeps moving away, she'd rather not get injured. "How is that?"

growls. "You are just trying to get between us!!"

giggles softly. "I am not."

snaps and dives at her.

tries to move out of the way, but falls on the ground anyhow.

pins her to the ground. "You will not get between Russia and I.... we will be married... married... MARRIED MARRIED"

might be a little bit more frightened if she didn't think this was absurd, but looks scared anyway to see if it will appease her.

grins, crazed. "MARRIEDMARRIEDMARRIED"

tries to shove her off, or at least hit her with the shovel. "Nyet, you will not be!"