The Russian stared at the door for awhile, he then reached out for the handle and pushed the doors open.

The wind came rushing to his face, the flaps of his hat danced around. He was blinded by the bright light. Eventually the wind stopped and his vision cleared giving him full view of his surroundings.

Loud chatter floated around from each corner of the room, the room he was seeing was a dining hall no doubt. It seemed the dining hall was also used as a main hall, an opening out of all the chairs and tables on the side created a path leading to another area of the headquarters.

The wooden chairs and tables were all lined up in a straight manner. The roof was arched up and the room was lit with fancy lanterns and candles. There were a approximately four fireplaces in this large hall.

The roof was held up by large wooden pillars at the top of the roof.

This may not seem as fancy as the castle but it was a very good headquarters for servants and guards.

The Russian noticed a Christmas tree at the edge of the room which means that the royals give their servants and guards the freedom to celebrate on their own.

Russia swiftly shut the door behind him as he stepped inside, no one had noticed he had entered due to all the loud chatter. Not that he minded anyway.

He did need some help to find an empty room for him, he calmly scanned around the room for someone to ask but everyone seemed preoccupied except for one girl.

The Russian walked up to her, "I'd like directions to-"

"OH MY GOD HI! You must be new here, I've never seen you around before, are you a new guard? What's up with the outfit? That's not the usual guard outfit-" she was quite talkative and loud.

Eventually everyone was staring at the two of them because of this one sided conversation. "Well I'm Belarus, sorry for not mentioning my name before, you look very familiar, anyway what position do you work as?" She finally halted for a short while.

"A new royal guard and also America's personal guard," he said, his face unchanging. There was a sudden wave of chatter and murmurs from the crowd.

Out of nowhere Russia sensed a figure coming in close with fast speed. A guard popped out from the crowd and swung his sword at the Russian. He blocked it perfectly on time with the sword kept on his waist.

Eventually a circle of people formed around the two, "how ill mannered are you? You're his highness's personal guard yet you call him by his first name!"

They swung some more, Russia blocking all the attacks very easily. "America has given me permission to mention him without honorifics in fact it was more of an order," he replied.

"Are you lying or something? The prince has never allowed anyone here to do that and we've been working here for years, yet some newbie like you drops in unannounced and is suddenly favored by his highness? I don't believe it."

"I have no obligation to answer your questions,"

"Don't got cocky new kid!" He swung his sword a few times yet still failing to land a single hit or even sweep Russia off his feet.

Russia decided he had enough of this stupid argument, he slid his sword back onto his waist and turned his back away.

As he tried to walk off the guard decided to attack him again and swung his sword this time from quite above since the guard leaped beforehand.

The Russian had no time to take out his sword again, but he reacted quickly and grabbed the sword with his fabric gloves hand.

It gained a few gasps and murmurs from the crowd. Russia clenched the sword and sent it flying out of his hands with a simple tug. It landed on the floor with a loud clatter.

Russia looked down onto the now unarmed guard due to his abnormal height, "if you still think I am unworthy to guard the prince I'd like you to know I fought you with one arm behind my back the entire time."

He said menacingly yet his face still seemed the same as when they started, cold, emotionless, and calm.

Then the taller male walked out without a word, the crowd made way for him to exit. He walked up to the Belarus girl again, "May I have directions to an empty room?" He repeated.

"Of course! That was very impressive I must say but is your hand alright?" She said with a smidge of worry glazed on her eyes.

The crowd had mostly already dispersed, Russia was probably gonna be the new talk of everyone here but he simply didn't actually give a flying fuck.

"Yes it's fine, I'm used to it, please after you," he did a slight bow while gesturing her to walk first. "W-well okay," she leaped from her seat and skipped towards the path leading to another part of the headquarters.

The hallway was fairly nice, it seemed to be well taken care of apart from a few scratches and scrape marks in the wood which Russia assumed was the guards having duels with each other.

Eventually she led him into the room at the corner of the hallway, she twisted the doorknob of the wooden door as it creaked open slowly. "It's a little dirty since the last guard who used this place passed away around a decade ago, at least that's what I've been told."

The Russian walked around the room and scanned it silently. The furniture was all covered with a white cloth and everything was coated in a thick layer of dust.

"Should I clean up the room for you?" The young maid offered sincerely, "No it's okay."

"Well okay I'll come to check up on you later, be at the dining hall for dinner okay? Don't be late or I'll smack you, even though I'm a frail maid I can really pack a punch so just don't be late okay? Anyways I'm rambling again, I'll leave bye bye!" She gave an over ecstatic wave then shutting the door behind her.

Despite of the Russia's special abilities in fighting he has an odd interest in cooking and cleaning since he was little but he found it quite embarrassing.

He let out a deep sigh before taking the broom at the corner of the room and starting to sweep the dusty floor. The dust swirled around the floor as a patch of clean wooden floor appeared and expanded.

After that he cleared out all the white cloth, then taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping the windows.

More steps were taken to clean the room, eventually hours passed in a flash. The room was looking cozy and clean now. Although Russia kept a straight face the entire time he quite enjoyed it, it was like a stress reducing mechanism for him.

The large cut in his hand was hardy bothering him due to his high resistance to pain.

He was just about to finish up before a familiar young girl burst through the door announced. "Come on it's dinner time alread-, woah did you do all this?" She admired the now clean room.

Russia simply nodded in reply as he finished some last touches.

"I don't have a clock," he added, "jeez you slow brainer, here," she threw a pocket watch at him which he caught flawlessly. "But this is y-"

"Keep it, I'm giving it to you," she smiled at him, "why?" He asked in a monotone voice. "I don't know, I just feel like I should look out for you in a way, I can't really explain it either." Her voice changed from a little sorrowful immediately back to her bubbly tone.

"Thank you ma'am,"

"I told you my name is Belarus, no need to address me like that it's kinda creeping me out, besides I'm younger than you, I'm sure my sister would love to meet you. Anyway let's go to dinner now!" She huffed.

"Forgive me I have trouble memorizing names."

"It's fineeee, let's just go to dinner already I'm starving!" She skipped up to him and attempted to drag him by his arm with no avail.

They ended up just walking side by side, to the dining hall.

When entering, Russia gained a few stares and murmurs but it didn't bother him at all, nothing really bothered him anymore.

They sat across from each other near the corner, Belarus munched happily on her food while Russia just stared at it for awhile before starting to eat.

Suddenly a man walked up to the two, it was the same man that attacked Russia this afternoon. Russia partly expected him to attack again so he put his guard up. "I just wanna say sorry for this morning I was just er, kinda pissed that you took the role that Most of us wanted."

"It's fine,"

"Wait really? I expected you to be more pissed at me."

The Russian ignored him and continued to eat his food, the man smiled happily and plopped himself on the seat next to Russia.

"I'm Mexico what about you?"

...

America sat at a large extravagant dining table with his family. They all chatted away happily as he sat there extremely bored while playing around with his vegetables.

"How is the new royal guard son?" His father chimed, America was caught off guard, "oh uh, he's pretty interesting."

"Whaaatt Big brother has a royal guard? That's so cool!" The young girl exclaimed, she was 9 years old and short. "Yep big brother has a guard now, don't worry you'll get one when you grow older Kiwi!" The prince entertained his younger sister.

His mother smiled at his little sister before facing him, "how delightful, I do hope to meet the guard that has caught your interest, we all know how rare that is." His mother, France smiled warmly at her son in a reassuring way.

America Appreciated his mom's kindness but she also placed large expectations on him so that's another downside about her. "I'll excuse myself from the table to go review my studies."

The second oldest brother, Canada stood up from his seat and bid everyone at the table farewell. Canada was a diligent kid, America thought he would make the perfect king rather than him but everyone insisted he stayed the next in line for the throne.

"I wanna get a new cage for Mac, he's getting too big for his cage," the third oldest brother, Australia chimed in. America couldn't be bothered to listen to the rest of the conversations, he just silently thought to himself.

'I wonder if Russia has eaten yet...'

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(A/N) : A little bit of badass Russia and some new personality traits being discovered. Also some new characters.

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