With a bit of confusion the Russian looked at his phone.

Somehow in the middle of the whole 'China was declaring war on him but not really' incident he'd managed to acquire quite a few new messages - the small 'mail' icon displaying a number that seemed far too high to have actually occurred in such a small amount of time.

Russia quickly looked around. The meeting was uneventful now, no one would mind if he left to take care of this would they? Excusing himself silently, Russia left - only receiving a bit of a scowl from Britain before the man continued to give his presentation on the worlds hot button topic; the economy.

Outside, the young man looked nervously at his phone. Holding it in his hands it looked so harmless, so non-threatening. But such a little thing had almost gotten him in trouble with China - and he didn't want that, especially not if all were to become one with him someday...

With more caution than was really necessary (It was only a phone after all), Russia flipped open the cellular and called his voice-mail to listen to the first message.

That one definitely sounded weird. He could almost swear that was the same voice that had told him China wanted to declare war on him - but now it was telling him that his sister put a deadly bomb in his house?

Russia growled a bit as he thought - no, definitely heard an obnoxious voice in the background.

"Prussia...and how did he get my number I wonder. Perhaps I should have a talk with my information security team."

On the other side of the world the team felt a sudden cold chill pass over them.

Now he knew who to blame for the misunderstanding he'd just had. That had been thoroughly embarrassing and he'd have to make sure to return the favor to the arrogant albino.

Still, Russia paused to stare at his phone. I don't know who the other voice belongs to. Perhaps a more subtle method than the magical stick needs to be used just this once.

That and he still had several more messages...it looked like...42? How on earth did he get 42 messages? If all of these were from Prussia...

With an ominous, "Kolkolkolkol-" Russia listened to the next voice-mail.

In an office a tired man sat at his desk. It wasn't often he could actually sit down to do paperwork but he'd gotten just a little bit of a break today. So after settling into his chair and grabbing the first leaf from the stack of formidable officiality he started the day.

But his phone was ringing now. Just wonderful timing wasn't it?

With a soft sigh the man picked up the receiver and put it to his ear. "Yes? This is-"

"YOU TRAITOR!"

The man nearly dropped the phone onto his desk. Instead he jerked away from the screaming on the other end of the line. He was used to this particular voice screaming at him but this time it sounded like fear, not anger.

"M-mr Braginski? Is that you? What's wrong?"

"YOU'RE A HORRIBLE BOSS! That is what is wrong! HOW COULD YOU?"

Click

The man stared at the phone, a little red button blinking as it transferred the call. Slumping a bit in his chair he stared at his paperwork. Of course he knew he'd get an earful sooner or later. He just preferred it not to be an earful from Russia.

Brrrrrrrrr...Brrrrr...Brrrr-

"Hello. This is -"

"I HATE ALL OF YOU! I DO NOT WANT TO MARRY MY SISTER!"

The man on the other end of the phone stared in confusion, holding the receiver from his ear. It took a moment for the words to sink in - their absorption sped up by the sound of a full fledged nation bawling on the other end of the telephone and calling him nearly every name imaginable in anger.

"Russia..."

"I can't believe you would do this to me! It's not good!"

"Russia..."

"You can't make me, I won't do it!"

"I'm not making you do anything." The man finally broke in. There was a long pause, and then;

"I'm not doing it willingly."

The man sighed, tapping absently on his desk. "Calm down. Now, what is this all about?"

"Boss is trying to marry me off to Natalya! Don't let him!" Russia pleaded.

The official looked over at his own paperwork. He hadn't remembered reading anything about that - and it wasn't like it could be hidden from him. "What makes you think that?" He asked, using a free hand to pull over a pen and pad.

"Well...I got a call from my sister, Natalya. She said that her boss and my boss had talked and that we were supposed to...to...BUT I DON'T WANT TO MARRY HER!"

There was a lull as the man let Russia express his most fervent desire to stay as far away from his sister as possible. When the nation had finished he continued. "She called you?"

"Yes."

"She is not supposed to have your number, Russia."

"I did not give it to her! I would never-"

"I know. Someone gave Belarus your cell number. Hm. Russia, don't worry. Don't answer the phone when she calls and delete her messages. We'll give you a new number so that Belarus cannot call you anymore."
"Thank you! Thank you! So...I do not have to marry her, right?"

The man gave a small smirk. Russia sounded so hopeful.

"No. There has been no talk of that. She's trying to get to you so just ignore her and she'll have to leave you alone once the number is changed."

"Thank you! Goodbye!"

"Goodbye."

Immediately following the conversation the phone was in use again.

"Sergei? I have a bit of a problem. Mr. Braginski's number has been compromised. I need a new number. Also, could you track the numbers that have called him in the past day? Yes. Even secured ones - all of them. Yes. Yes, I want you to find the source of the leak. Keep me informed. Thank You. Goodbye."

The man sighed as he sat the phone down, blue eyes glancing over at his paperwork. Then he picked up the phone again. There was just one more thing...

"Hello? This is-"

"So you are in. And how is it that I am the one who answers a hysterical Russia's call?"

"Er...heh. I can explain that..."

Authors Note:

No eardrums were harmed in the making of this fic. ^.^

Thanks for reading!