Novosibirsk, Russia

Giovanni yawned softly as he rubbed his eyes. He had been taking a small cat nap to pass the time on the plane. He was excited but also quite tired. He looked out his widow and saw that the would land on the ground in about three to four minutes. He Decided to begin getting ready to get and look nice for his host that would be picking him up. he straightened his t-shirt (which had a chibi version of russia from Hetalia: axis powers) and black and purple hoodie. He made sure his hair wasn't looking crazy and then gathered up the few books he had brought and slipped them into his carry on bag which laid in the floor in front of him. He turned around to look at Leif and Analeigh with a large smile and then turn around as they touched the ground and came to a small halt to Gio's excitment. He stood up when they allowed them to. he grabbed his carry on and then exited off into the airport not waiting for his friends. He quickly asked his teacher where to go and when he got the answer he happily skipped all the way to the bagge claim. he grabbed his bags and then went back to his teacher and waited for his host's name to be called off the list. ''Alright, Boy's and Girl's, Im calling out your host/ hostess's names please listen!'' The teacher then began to laze off into a anthem of names.'' Leif Rainstein and Analeigh Willams you are with Ms. Alexa Nikitin. Giovanni Clarks, With Zaidrien, Zola, and Aleksey Mihailov! that's all find your Hosts and go with them! '' the teacher said leaving us to our own. Gio looked around for any of his host before he gave up and sat on a bench hoping one of them would find him.

Analeigh looked up from her sketch book which was placed on her curled knees during most of the flight. She had kept her head down, eyes on her sketch through the flight, only looking up to check out the windows every now and then. She smirked at her cousin when he stood and jumped off the plane as quickly possible. Analeigh was slower off the plane, packing her things neatly in her back pack before walking off the plane.
She was dressed in a black lace tank with a purple tank under it, showing through the lace. She had black jeans to match and her hair pinned up with a Skull pin. She followed off the plane, getting her bags in baggage, then went to hear who she was staying with. It seemed 2 out of three of the friends we remaining together, herself and Laif. Her cousin had a host family to himself.
Analeigh took a seat next to her cousin and leaned back smiling. "Well we're here finally." She grinned, her accent thick as always. She had been looking forward to the trip since it was announced they would be going. She checked her bags, making sure she had them all, and the small pet carrier that held her puppy. The animal was still sleeping off the tranquilizer Analeigh had given her to keep her calm during the flight.

Leif slept most of the flight, he honestly thought he might of been getting sick and didn't want to look stupid in front of everyone, so he just napped it away. When the plane landed, Leif jolted awake, wiping the small bead of drool threatening to roll down his face. Unsurprisingly he was the last one of the plane, and barely made it to the teacher in time to hear his name, 'Gosh, did that have to make this awkward for me. He had a secret crush on Analeigh and as much as he loved that he was hosted with her, it was gonna be a tough to keep his cool.

Leif dropped his bags, uncreasing his black V-neck T with a four multicolored panel of Gir looking all reggae and shit. He stuck his hand in the pocket of his dark blue/faded slim slouch cut jeans, his feet comfy in a pair of original Converse. He pulled out a pack of smokes, and lit one. "Gotta love Russia don'tcha. You can smoke wherever you bloody hell want ta!" His Irish accent came through strong.

He turned to his friends smiling because of the sneer he had seen on the teachers face. He knew the teacher wouldn't bother, he was known for far worse. "So, uh, you two excited about this trip or what? We be chillin' in Russia of all places."

Alek,

Be a good boy now and go pick up our American guest from the airport. Don't be late, and for the love of God, don't feel the poor thing up before you even get them back here!

Love Mom

P.S. Yes, you can take the Jag.

P.s.s Tell that crazy girl of yours to stop calling my office number to find you.

A scoff left the generous mouth of the young man that leaned casually back against the gleaming side of the sleek looking gunmetal silver luxury car watching the group of American teenagers gather about with a critical stare from behind a pair of dark shades. His tall form, easily over six foot thanks to his Russian genetics was clothed in a simple pair of dark jeans, some plain wide tennis shoes and a black collared shirt, the top three buttons open to expose a bit of his upper chest and collar bones. A black corded braid wound about his neck twice, the thick choker off setting the simple silver cross that dangled from the front of it. A long trench, dark gray in color covered his broad shoulders. Originally he had planned on riding his bike to pick up the new arrival so that the other would be forced to cling tight to him the whole way home. Then he reminded himself that these were Americans and that most likely, said person would be over weight and not all that attractive. That and a bike wasn't practical for luggage.

He had a name, but that was about all he knew about the kid. Someone named Giovanni. He could handle a guy, the tossled haired youth decided, a smirk gracing his lips at the thought. Literally. But if all else failed, it was at least someone new to hang out with for the next few months. The groups of American girls that hovered not far from him caused his smirk to grow into his trademark grin, white teeth flashing slightly as he looked at them from over his shades. They giggled, blushed and babbled to one another in excited tones, a couple getting out cameras. The approached him timidly, shy now that they were in front of him.

"Um, sorry to bother you but, could we trouble you for a picture?" She asked, motioning with the disposable. He pushed away from the vehicle and removed his glasses, his startling blue eyes alight with mischief.

"But of course, it would be my pleasure," He replied, voice deep and thick with his accent. Taking the camera, he motioned them together, snapping a few shots. He was not surprised when the wanted him to be in a few and being the benevolent and kind god of sex appeal that he was, he allowed them to take turns posing with him. Americans. Such silly people. After finishing with his impromptu photo op, the young man inquired about Giovanni, to which they pointed toward the dark haired youth seated not far away. Aleksey surveyed the young man carefully and a playful smile tugged at his features, fingers balling up the note his mother had left him. "Sorry, mom."

Tossing the note in the trash on his way over to the trio, he paused a few feet away.

" Giovanni Clarks?" He inquired ignoring the other two for the sake of running his eyes over the American. Yep, should have taken the bike. He held out his hand toward the other in greeting, smile dark, flirtation, and sinful, " Aleksey Mahailov."

Gio practiclly jumpped and hung all over Analeigh and Leif whinning about how lucky they were to be together in the same home and how he was all alone. He, of course, didn't want to be alone in a stranger's home in a forgien country. He was currently placed in Analeigh's lap (done so by himself) as he began to see a group of girls giggling and pointing in a certain direction. He turned his gaze to a tall (extra tall due to Gio's small strucure) dark haired male, who was also amazingly handsome so to speak. He watched as a few girls approched him and asked a question waving a small disposeable cramera around and then handing it towrds the man. He took it and then began taking snap shots of the girls and then he himself joine into the pictures. '' I feel bad for who ever has to stay with that guy over there!'' Gio said pointing at The male who now seemed to be asking questions of his own. Then the girls pointed to the trio's direction and Gio frowned.'' What if your lady sent him to come get you-'' His question to Analeigh and Leif was interruppted as the male walked to only a few feet away and annouced none other then....Giovanni's own name. He introduced himself as Aleksey Mihailov, the son of his hosts'.'' Damn.'' Gio muttered in his quietest voice and got up off of Analeigh's lap and walked over to Aleksey. He grabbed his hand and shook it cautiously and gave a weary smile.'' Giovanni Clarks, guess you know that.'' He blushed embarressed and scrached the back of his head.'' Uh, so...'' Gio had noticed how nervous he was until he felt his face grow even hotter and he quickly looked at his bags and began to grab them, being careful not the let the cat carrier be knocked to much. Once all bags were in hand with him Gio stumbled back to Aleksey.'' Shall we go?'' He asked waving sadly goodbye to his friends, making sure to give them a stern look.'' Dont forget to call me tonight and tell me what your home is like and how much you miss me!'' He gave a goofy smile and stuck his tounge out before turning back to Aleksey once more.

Analeigh laughed as her cousin sat in her lap. Analeigh wasn't much bigger then he was, and if anyone else tried to do so they would probably crush her legs. She had grown used to her cousin doing so however and merely shrugged it off. When Leif lit up Analeigh reached for the smoke hoping for a hit. She wasn't much of a smoker, rarely partaking in the act herself and when she did she never took more then one or two hits. It was pointless for her to light her own cigarettes.
She nodded in response to the question about being excited. She was over excited to tell the truth. Giovanni's complaints of being left alone made her smile. When it cam down to it Analeigh was actually a bit pleased to be alone with Leif. She knew he was a complete dick on the outside, but when they three of them were alone he could actually be a rather fun guy. She would never admit it, but she had been secretly crushing on him for over a year at least.
"Bye cuz!" She waved as Giovanni left her lap to gather his things and leave with his host. She then turned her gaze to her other friend and smiled. "How long do thing we will have to wait?" She wonder tilting her head to the side so her currently green bangs fell to cover her eyes.

Leif took a long drag off his cigarette, and inhaled deeply. Nothing in his mind beat the feeling of smoke in your lungs, relaxing, and sensational at the same time. He released the smoke cloud examining his two friends. They were like cute little kids compared to him. Both of them barely even reached his shoulders, and they were tiny little nothin's. He always felt like a big protective brother around them, always keeping them safe, taking care of people who bothered them(more often in secret than not), and always thinking about them. He honestly loved them, and seeing the two like that made him smile.

Noticing Analeigh's extended hand, Leif was going to hand over the cigarette, when Gio's expression faltered just a bit, and his focus changed direction. Following his line of sight Leif caught a glimpse of the young man who seemed the center of a lot of commotion. 'O boy, one of those playboy dream boat guys. Great!' To his disgust the pretty boy starting walking in their direction. Leif took another drag, and glared at the blonde as he approached. The conversation that followed was quick, and to the point, and no sooner had it started than Giovanni was already being swept out into Russia.

Leif only half heard what Analeigh had said, he was still focused on Giovanni's back, and the blonde boy who had taken him away. Maybe he was just being over protective. "Huh? Ohh, umm, could be one o' them's with the signs?" Leif took a quick drag off his smoke, and handed it too Analeigh. Once she had it in hand he grabbed his bags and Analeigh's, leaving just the pet carrier and backpack. "Hurry up slow poke!"

Analeigh Took the Cigarette and stuck it between her lips standing to grab her pet carrier and backpack. Once she had her bag on her back she took the cigarette back out from her lips watching the smoke as it curled around her. She jogged after Leif smirking. "Im coming im coming!" She laughed lightly taking another drag before holding it out to give it back. She had gotten her fill of nicotine already and no longer desired the little thing.

She spotted their names on a sign on and pointed to it. "There." She smiled up at the boy by her side before jogging towards the sign holder, a stern looking woman. Analeigh was suddenly far more happy to Leif by her side. The woman kind of scared her and she felt far safer with Leif. Few people challenged him, and last time she counted, those that did walked away less then happy. The ones that walked away anyway.

"Hello." She smiled at the woman, waiting for Leif to catch up. She had managed to run ahead of him when she spotted their names.

Aleksey studied the other male critically, his stare almost cold despite the blatant perverted smirk that tugged at his lips. He'd never been with an American before. The boy was, not much to look at as far as size went, thin, frail, looking more breakable than Mama's fine china. The clothing, cute and longish hair had the RUssian questioning the teen's age. The boy couldn't be more than fifteen or sixteen, which sadly, kept him out of reach from the slightly disappointed Aleksey. Or, so he assumed. One of the large male's many flaws. He took a good deal of things at face value and didn't bother looking deeper. What was the point after he'd had his fun? His grip on the other's hand was firm, and warm and the dark haired Russian couldn't help but compare how the other's palm fit to his own. Giovanni. Italian name. Strong, exotic. And yet, the boy before him looked anything but. A sigh left his lips as he practically pouted, but reminded himself quickly that doing so in public was not good for his self image.

"Yes, the car is waiting over here," Aleksey agreed, ready to drop the newcomer off at home and escape. Although the flush of red over the other's cheeks beneath thick strands of black bangs was quite endearing, much to Aleksey's amusement. So the boy was cute. That was all the credit Alek was willing to give him for now. The Russian didn't bother offering to help carry the American's things, merely pulled out the keys for the jag, and strode on ahead. Just because he had agreed to picking the guy up didn't mean that he was going to wait on him hand and foot or anything. As far as Aleksey was concerned, he had done his good deed for the day already. The car chirped, doors unlocking as the vehicle roared to life at the push of a button. He loved that car. "You can put your things in the trunk."

The Russian opened up the trunk expectantly, watching the American with an almost bored expression. That is, until his eyes fell upon the carrying case of an animal. And not just any animal. His large hand went up into a firm stop before himself, eyes narrowing sharply as his face twisted in what could only be called disdain.

"Whoa, hold yourself right there. What....is that?" Aleksey asked, pointing to the cat carrier. Cats and Aleksey did not get along. At all. Well, to put things properly, cats loved him and adored climbing on him, sinking their sharp little evil needle claws into his leg, putting their tuna smelling noses right in his face, even going so far as to lick the skin from his nose with their sandpaper like tongues. Why they loved him, he did not know. He did know that there was no way in hell that feline was getting in the car with him. "Is it unconcious? Do you have a lock for that cage? I don't want some rodent crawling around the family car."

Leif took the cigarette when offered and took another long drag, holding it in before he let it back out. Analeigh had found their host and run ahead before he could gather the bags, and catch up. Stopping next to Analeigh, getting his first look at their host, he felt a little less excited. She seemed like a rather grouchy weathered woman. "Hi."

"Hello. Analeigh and Leif I would presume." Once confirmation was made she went on. "I will be your host during your stay here in Russia. If you would bring your bags this way, we can go to the house." The woman turned and walked towards her car. Leif followed, looking back at Analeigh with a glum look.

Once they were at the car, an older model Cadillac, Leif placed the luggage in the trunk compartment. He leaned towards Analeigh ear and whispered, "You sure we should go along with this?"

Analeigh Gave a bright smile to their hostess, wanting to make a good impression on the woman they would be staying with. "We are Analeigh and Leif." She nodded to the woman, making sure to answer her question. Analeigh faced Leif and saw his look. She bit her lip and shoved his arm playfully. "Oh it will be alright. Don't worry so much." She whispered with a bright smile.

Once the bags were put away Analeigh took her seat in the car and rested her hands on her lap, looking out the window. She could feel the excitement bubbling within her once more. They had finally made it to Russia, and on top of that, She got to stay with Leif. One of her main fears had been being put somewhere alone. Instead she not only had a friend, but one of her closest friends.