???: "Miss Moscow? Why is the door bolted? Ah, but it doesn't matter~."

*BAM*

As if the door wasn't bolted at all, the man was easily able to burst it open with one hand. The other hand had a pipe. A pipe that Minsk didn't take his eyes off of.

Moscow: "...!!!"

Moscow: (Cold air...! Ah, my face is freezing off...!!!)

She squeezes her eyes shut, buries her face into her scarf and curl up into a tight ball, still cursing herself for being so vulnerable. Pressing her body up to the couch, she hears the man walk slowly toward Minsk in a taunting menacing way. 

Minsk: "How...how did you get here? What do you want? I'm kind of busy right now."

???: "I've already said, I'm here to pick up Moscow and Vilnius."

He responded happily with a smile, as if eager to answer the question. Minsk stood up, trying to look scary himself. But he couldn't keep the slight traces off fear out of his face. The mysterious man, towering over Minsk by a landslide, smiles down at him, his pipe slowly being raised above his head as his smile widens and pupils dilate. 

Minsk: "N-No-!!! Wait! What are you-?!"

*GONK*

The sound of metal hitting bone sounded into the entire drab, cramped living room of the desolated house. Moscow cringed as she heard Minsk fall to the floor with a thunk. Her eyes flew open and to her shock horror, there lied the capital of Belarus, Minsk Soviet, on the floor, out cold.

Moscow: "Mi-Minsk...? He...he...hey, are you...?"

???: "Miss Moscow? Might you direct me to Miss Vilnius?"

Her eyes slowly drew up to the man who knocked her biggest fear out of conscious. For some reason, she felt a mental pull towards him, but she stayed put where she was. 

Moscow: (His eyes are so...glassy. So lifeless. But they kind of feel sedimental in some way.)

The man was smiling as if the minimal blood on the pipe and lining the bottom of his coat wasn't there and he wasn't holding the weapon that had just whacked her little brother on the head. But she does mentally admit that if he didn't come along she'd probably be...not the same, that's for sure.

???: "You are Miss Moscow, right?"

He leans his head down over to her curled up position still smiling. It wasn't long before his violet eyes were right in front of hers. Being as vulnerable as she was in her mind, she personally thought that he was still the least bit scary. But nothing could deny that his eyes still looked sad to her. And his eyes were the only thing that was on her mind.

???: "...Or are you Miss Vilnius?"

Moscow: "Vilnius-!!!"

Her body shoots up like a springing trap and she practically embraces the cold air. Hissing through her teeth she retracts back in just as fast, vice-gripping the sleeves of her suit shirt. All that she wore were her black gloves, suit shirt and tucked in white slacks in her black combat boots. The fact that he brought up Vilnius' name also addressed that her shovel was still where she was.

???: "Oh, so you are Miss Vilnius. I had at first thought you were Miss Moscow, but you seemed a bit more fragile. So where is Miss Moscow?"

He stood back up looking around the room. After a few seconds, his eyebrows lifted a little and started walking toward a secluded corner of the small house. Moscow slowly rolled to her side to see where he was going and saw a large, modern safe-looking door which stuck out in comparison to the run down and isolated house in the middle of nowhere. Instead of trying to open the lock, he smashed it with his pipe and the door immediately shot open. Inside was Vilnius who stared up at him with her eyes wide, snuggled up in Moscow's coat and legs curled around her shovel.

Vilnius: "...God...?"

???: "Haha, sorry. I'm actually just here to save you and Miss Vilnius."

Vilnius: "Me and Miss-wait...*cough*"

???: "Oh, right you two must be really sick. I had called your friend, Rome, when I reached the house, so she should be coming right about-"

Rome: "MOSCOW! MOSCOW! I sent help like I promised! Where's Vilnius!? Are you alright!? Where's Mr. Russia!? Huh...???"

Rome looked around in the gaping hole in the door which was still left open, thankfully the blizzard had died down. She turned around the room with this very weird 'WTH' face seeing Russia carrying Vilnius whose legs are still curled up on Moscow's shovel and wearing her coat, realizing why Moscow was so cold during that one phone call. Oh, yeah, there's especially when she saw Minsk bloody on the floor, finally having it land on Moscow, who was giving her almost the exact same face.

Rome: "What in the name of pasta had happened in this drab place!?"

???: "Hm? Rome?"

Rome: "Ah! Mr. Russia! Look, we have to get going! I don't know what has happened but there is a rabid lady in a blue dress chasing me! I don't know what I said or what I did, but she's out to get me! And I don't want to die now! I am too young to die! I still have to have some pasta with my country and see the rest of the world! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!"

Moscow: "R-Rome! BEHIND YOU-!!!"

Forgetting the cold air billowing around the cramped space, Moscow bolted up from the couch, yanking her shovel from Vilnius' enclosed legs with newfound energy and adrenaline and with blinding speed, nails a direct disarm to the mysterious blur of blue that was about to land a hit on Rome's back. The weapon goes flying, which appears to be a short blade, and the attacker stumbles to the side. While Moscow was still pumping with hot blood, she quickly slams the door shut, but then realizes that there's still a big hole in the wood.

???: "ARGH! How did you do that!?"

Moscow's blood turns cold again, looking down with horror.

Rome: "AH!!! It's a male Minsk!!!"

Russia: "B-Bela...rus..."

The woman in blue, apparently named Belarus, bolted back up and made a lightning beeline for him. But then stopped short when she saw Vilnius who was staring at her and squirming to get out of range.

Russia: "Hm? What are you doing, Miss Moscow?"

Rome: "WHAT-!?"

Belarus: "BIG. BROTHER. WHO. IS. SHE!?"

Russia: "Well, my capital, apparently."

He responds rather hopefully and giddy. Like he had been waiting for this moment for awhile. Smiling his best at Vilnius, who was just as terrified of him as she was to Moscow. When Russia sees her frightened response as if she was communicating that he was no more dangerous than this crazy woman. After all, Belarus DID say that he was her big brother. Russia's smile vanished at the thought and after a few calculating seconds, he drops her to the floor with a single movement, looking away from her.

Belarus: "Well..."

Belarus seemed quite satisfied with how that situation turned out.

Belarus: "Some capital or yours. She's not exactly worthy of you, Big Brother! Come back to me, please!"

Moscow recognized that look of instant rejection on his face. It was something she wore many times before in secret. As much as she wishes that it wasn't the case, she knows that every capital except her insane younger brother, Minsk, her older kinder brother, Kiev, and the pasta-loving northern capital, Rome, was absolute, outright SCARED-TO-STRAIGHT-DEATH of her. And it would appear that Russia knew that too. It seems that meeting his capital, someone he was hoping to be someone else he could become friends with was his last resort. Also, it looked like he was placed high hopes in that dream.

Moscow: "You...hey."

Belarus: "What-? Wait, who are you all!? You can't have him!"

Moscow: "Listen. You say anything bad about my Baltic Capitals we're going to have a little...CHAT."

Rome: "Oh, no, I'm going to the corner now..."

Belarus: "What....? Who are you...!?"

Russia's eyes slowly turned toward Moscow. Vilnius perched herself up to get a glimpse at the scene. Belarus felt a cold rush run up her back. Moscow was back. Her composure was spot-one and stronger than ever. Her bangs shadowed her face once again and were grinding her gloved hands into the handle of the shovel menacingly with a twitching petite smile on her face.

Moscow: "I am Moscow, the capital of Russia. And it would appear that you've crushed someone's hopes and dreams. BELARUS."

But sadly...doesn't connect the dots that this man whose dreams she knows are ruined is her country's.