*headdesk*

Yeah... Just, yeah. -.-' I'm doing a Hetalia Manual fic. I couldn't resist. The ideas wouldn't leave. I even had a dream about this. O.e Shuddup. Don't judge me.

Sasha's friend is based on a friend on here, Avrel the Teller. She gave me permission. Just cause I wanted Sasha's friend to be somewhat like her. XD ... And yes. She did say exactly what will be the first sentence of the story. DX

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING except for Sasha, Madge, Aunt, and Jasper... LolliDictator is the genius with the manuals. Go check them out.

Oh, and Sash is not a typo. It's Sasha's sometime nickname.

-/Hetalia/-

'Russia's a creep-master.' [1]

I sat with my mouth gaping open as I read those four words. What?

'I don't like him.'

No. Way. I rubbed my grey-green eyes in disbelief. I had just managed to convince my friend of ten years to watch Hetalia. I had been trying for like half a year, and finally last month she had called me with the words I needed to hear. "I hate you. I have enough to watch already." Okay, maybe not the best wording, but it still worked. I had gotten a victory. But this? Her hating my absolute FAVORITE character? Not so much.

'Sasha? Sash, you there?'

I let my hands hover over the keyboard, unsure of what to type. 'Yeah... I'm here. But... HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE IVAN!'

'*shrugs* He's a creep-master. I just don't.'

I facepalmed. Ugh, Madge could be so annoying sometimes. 'Well, what about America? England? The awesomeness that is Prussia?'

'America's annoying. England's cool, and Prussia? Just, no.'

Another message appeared.

'Germany's my favorite.'

Hold on. There was a pattern here... 'Wait. You only like the more serious ones?'

'Basically.'

My reply was one word: 'Why?'

It took a few minutes, but I finally got a reply. 'The others are way too annoying. I couldn't handle them in real life.'

I literally laughed out loud at my computer. If any people had been around they would have stared. But there weren't, so I was perfetly fine. 'That's the best part though, Madge. You don't have to.'

... Oh, the irony.

I looked at the clock, quickly typing another sentence. 'Video chat time with my gaurdian, sorry but I have to go.'

'Oh. Okay, see you. Have a good summer!'

'Same to you.' I exited out of the chat and pulled up my webcam program. I went to my contacts and selected my aunt. Her face soon popped up. [2]

"Oh, darling!" She said, leaning in. My aunt was named Aimee Roux. She was my mother's sister, but looked nothing like her or me. Not only that, but she embraced her French heritage (Ugh. That's right. I was part French. It gave me shivers every time I thought about it, because I always thought of Francis. Luckily, it was balanced out with a whole lot of Irish, German, and even some English and Russian sprinkled in) and was overly-extravagent. She was a good aunt, but she was slightly snooty. "How have you been?"

"Oh, fine," I said, smiling. "Especially considering my aunt left me, A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL, alone in this CREEPY, OLD house by myself. I can't even go past my bedroom on the second floor. I keep thinking some ax-murderer or ghost is going to jump out at me." Why yes, I was a scardy-cat. Why do you ask? I kept getting scared at night, hearing noises where there were none and what-not. And the nightmares totally did not help.

"I know, honey," Aimee soothed, looking worried. "I just left in such a hurry. I couldn't rebook all my tickets, you see."

"I know." My aunt was always flying around the world for her job. Some sort of saleswoman, I believe. I never really paid attention. She was traveling around the world at this moment, selling whatever. Right after we moved from our sizable three-bedroom apartment into this scary, giant house at the edge of town, she had to leave.

"I've been thinkng about getting someone to stay with you." My aunt smiled at me, believing I would like this decision.

I did not, as could be told by my face visibly paling. A twisted quirk of mine was that despite being slightly paranoid at night, I really did love my alone time. I could be as weird as I wanted to, watch anime whenever, wherever, and however loud I wanted to (My aunt disliked anime. Whenever she saw me watching it, she would tell me to go somewhere with my friends and get out of the house), and talk to inanimate objects, animals, and myself as much as I wanted to. What? I bet a lot of people do it.

"No!" I said loudly. My alone time would be ruined by some strange... stranger. "I'm almost seventeen. I'm fine by myself. Besides, I have Jasper here." Jasper was my big, lovable Newfoundland. He was extremely clingy and protective.

"Well, yes..." My aunt was still hesitant. "But you can't cook at all, Sasha."

Damn. Point one for Auntie. What could I say to that extremely true statement?

"Hahahaha!" Saying my laughter was awkward was an understatement. "That's what microwaves are for! I can cook eggs and pancakes as well. Maybe not the best, but they're edible. Please let me stay alone? At least until the summer's over?" If I was going to end up having someone else in this house other than Jasper and my aunt in her year long abscence, I wanted to at least have the rest of summer to myself.

"I'll give you my decision in two days." Aimee was looking at her watch. "Now I have to go. Be good, and don't eat too much junk food."

"Aye."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Goodbye, Sash."

"Farewell." She blinked off my screen, and I groaned, hitting my head against the computer desk. I could see Jasper from his position laying next to my feet. "You heard me, Jasper. Say farewell to your alone time. Go be alone while you can." The stupid dog just looked at me before laying his head on my foot. "Or, you know, stay by my side constantly." I looked back to my computer. I needed cheering up, so I made my way to my favorite Hetalia-watching site.

I had gotten a whole season down before my computer began pitching a fit. Which consisted of it being slow and letting tons of pop-ups appear. "Don't be a bitch," I whined at it [3], beginning to clear them off of my monitor.

One just would not go down. It had 'CONGRATULATIONS' written in such a bright, flashing, large font it was a miracle I even noticed the prize. A free set of Hetalia units? I started as a woman's voice came from my speakers. "Congratulations! You have won a free set of Hetalia units! They will be delivered to your house in one to two days time."

"Shut up," I growled, just turning off my computer. It had to just be a scam, since I hadn't entered my address or anything. I looked at the clock and noticed it was midnight. Time to get some sleep. I looked up at the stairs and down at Jasper. He wouldn't go up those stairs at all, and there were no bedrooms on the bottom floor. Which caused me to miss my big fluffy pillow at night. So I decided to sleep on the couch that night. Pshht. It totally wasn't because there had just been a creeking noise from upstairs and I was afraid of sleeping up there alone. I quickly ran upstairs and got ready for bed, and ran back down to plop on the large couch with a blanket. I soon fell asleep, Jasper curled on the floor next to the couch.

-/Hetalia/-

Loud knocking woke me up the next morning. "The hell..." I hissed, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. "Why is someone here at- oh, it's one o'clock in the afternoon..." I stood up and answered the door to see a tanned boy with blond hair. He wore a shirt with Flying Mint Bunny on it, and a cap with a pair of small green wings. I just stared.

Of course, I probably was a sight myself. I was wearing a giant purple t-shirt that fell off one shoulder and reached mid-theigh. I also had a pair of white gym shorts on, and my curly dark brown hair was pulled back into SOMETHING resembling a ponytail. So I can not blame him when he just stared back.

"Whaddya want," I mumbled, rubbing sleep out of my right eye.

He cleared his throat. "Ah, are you... Sasha Collins?"

"Yeah. That's me."

"I have a package for you. If you'll just sign here, I'll bring it in. It's heavy." He held out an electric signer.

"I didn't order anything," I protested, crossing my arms.

"We get that a lot, Miss Collins. I won't be leaving until you sign." He shoved the signer towards me.

"Geez, pushy much?" I caved. I did not want this dude standing here all day. I signed in messy cursive.

"Where do you want it?" He took off his hat and scratched his head.

"The living room is fine. I'm going to go upstairs and change." He nodded and I went upstairs, it being less creepy in the sunshine. I changed into a pair of jean shorts and a hooded t-shirt. I also brushed my teeth and hair. My hair was still curly though, reaching just below my shoulders. When I came back downstairs the deliveryman was gone, and there was a large box in the middle of the living room. A smaller box was sitting next to it, and my dog was glaring at said large box.

But nothing of that really fazed me. What did faze me was what was on the large box.

Chains.

THERE WERE CHAINS WRAPPED ALL AROUND THE BOX.

Why the fuck were three chains on this thing!

I padded over to it and took off the manila envelope attached to it saying 'WARNING: READ FIRST'. I opened it up and almost choked at what it said.

'Ivan Braginski: User Guide and Manual

CONGRATULATIONS! You have just purchased your very own IVAN BRAGINSKI unit. This manual was written in order to allow you, the owner, to unlock your unit's full potentials, and it is advised that you read this before trying anything. Mistreatment of the IVAN BRAGINSKI unit can (and, in most cases, will) prove extremely lethal.'

Okay. First of all, how did they get my address? And second (not to mention more important) I could die? This Russia unit thing could kill me!

"SQUEEEE! YESSS-SSS-SS!"

Oh, no way in hell. That was NOT just a fangirl squeal coming out of my mouth. I was excited at the prospect of being killed. I was disgusted with myself as I bounced on the balls of my feet, reading more. Apparently whatever was in there was sounding like it was alive. Weird. I looked down at methods of removal.

'This may prove to be an extremely difficult task if your IVAN BRAGINSKI unit is moved incorrectly, or awakened in the wrong manner. For your safety, we have provided a list of safe ways in which to wake your unit:

1. Stand next to the box and yell, "Brother!" at the top of your lungs. You will hear sobbing from the box, and you can now unlock and unchain it and open it to let a frightened IVAN BRAGINSKI out. He will react warmly once he realizes that you are not a NATALIYA ARLOVSKAYA unit.

2. Undo the chains on the box and stand very far away, preferable at a distance from which you have to use a microphone in order to shout, "The American Armstrong walked on the moon!" You can also yell, "I'm AWESOME!" Both actions will make your IVAN BRAGINSKI unit hostile, though the second phrase might make your unit a bit horny; consequently, he may go off in search of a GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT unit before you can reprogram him.

3. Cook Chinese food, preferably a food with a strong odor, and leave a plate of it next to the box before standing far away. Be warned, the lid may fly off and hit you if you are too close. This will make your IVAN BRAGINSKI unit leave in search of a YAO WANG unit unless you reprogram him quickly enough.

4. Play the Lithuanian, Estonian, or Latvian national anthems and stand far away, preferably behind a barrier of some sort. This will make your unit violent and he will go to find a TORIS LORINAITIS unit unless you reprogram him quickly enough.

5. If you think you can manage, then just open the lid of the box and reprogram him directly. Be warned, because the IVAN BRAGINSKI unit is notorious for waking up in the middle of reprogramming, and if he does he will immediately turn hostile.'

Well then. Two was out of the question, as I quite possibly could die. And a very awkward death it would be, with me fangirl-ing all over him. It would contain squealing, happiness, and quite possibly glomping. No thanks. And for the same reason, three and five were out as well.

Three I couldn't do since, as pointed out earlier, I could not cook.

Looks like it would be one. I cleared my throat and summuoned all the Belarus-ness I could. I probably had one creepy-ass look on my face. "Brother..." I said at normal volume. Nothing. Well, I could be louder. "BROTHER! MARRY ME! BROTHER!"

I jumped at the reaction. I was expecting it, but it still surprised me. Sobbing immediantly came from the box. There was even shaking. "Nyet[4]! Go away, Natalya!" It sounded just like Russia from the anime.

I quickly unchained the thing and opened the top. In it, Ivan was in a fetal position, tears gathering at the sides of his eyes.

He looked up at me. "You are not Natalya, da[5]?"

I shook my head. "N-n-no. Do I-I look l-l-like h-her?" Damn, I was so nervous I was stuttering. He stared at me longer and I started to blush.

"Nyet," he said. He reached up and tugged on one of my curls. Ouch. I managed to pull it out of his hand. "Is Natalya here?"

"Um, n-no."

"That is good." He stood up suddenly.

I fell backwards onto my butt in surprise. "Ah, geez," I said wincing. I rubbed my backside and got up.

"You are a klutz, da?" He chuckled at me. His smile began to spread across his face, making me shiver. It really was creepy.

"Da. I mean, yeah." The bastard was probably enjoying my pain. An epic bastard, but a bastard none-the-less. There was an awkward silence. At least it was awkward for me. I couldn't imagine anything being awkward for the 6'2" Russian in front of me. At least it seemed my stuttering had stopped.

" ... Become one with Mother Russia?" Ivan smiled happily, looking childish.

It was too much. I burst into laughter. And not just any laughter, no. Gut busting, I'm-going-to-die-because-I-can't-breathe, rolling on the floor laughter. I had just been waiting for him to say that. He stared at me, his smile unintentionally getting less creepy. "I can't breathe," I choked out. I had manage to keep the laughter down to holding my stomach and leaning against the couch. "C-can I get back to you on that question?"

"... Da."

I wiped a tear from the side of my eye. "Er.. it's nice to meet you, Ivan."

"Da. Your name?" He kept smiling down at me, getting creepy again.

Right. Forgot that. "Sasha Collins." I stuck out my hand, unsure whether or not I should shake hands with him.

Turrns out it didn't matter.

"Sasha?" His smile began to falter.

"Uhh... yeah. It's the name my parents gave me." I stared at him. What was wrong?

"But.." He looked down to my chest. I blushed and crossed my arms over it, and he looked back at my face. "You are a girl, da?"

"Considering where you were looking, obviously," I muttered, my face red. Seriously, what was up? Russia was many things, but a pervert was not one of them. That was left up to France, Korea, and Prussia.

"Sasha is a Russian boy name."

"What? Sasha's a girl's name!" Surely my parents didn't give me a guy's name?

"Nyet. It is a boy's name meaning 'defender of men'. A good name, but a boy's." He chuckled at me again.

"No way!" I ran over to my computer, quickly doing a search. Ivan was telling the truth. "Well, it seems my parents- HOLY MOTHER OF FRENCH TOAST[6]!" My heart almost stopped beating and I almost fell over again. Ivan was standing right behind me, creepy smile aimed right at me. "Don't be a creep-master," I said, using Madge's insult. I regretted it as soon as I saw his smile widen.

He stuck out his hand and I stared at it. "You wanted to shake my hand, da?"

Oh yeah. I did. I put my hand in his gloved one and shook it. My hand really was small compared to his. Wow, Ivan had a tight grip. Was he squeezing my hand? It felt- OH FLYING FRENCHMEN THAT HURT[7]!

I cried out in pain, my hand being smushed in his. A purple aura surrounded him. "LEMME GO! OW, OW! LEMME GO YOU SADISTIC GIANT RUSSIAN!" I was almost to my knees. "OH PLEASE, JUST LEMME GO! I'M SOOORRYYYYYY!" His hand loosened slightly, but it still felt like my hand might brake. Luckily I got an idea before that happened. "VODKA! THERE'S VODKA IN THE SMALL BOX! NOW PLEASE LET ME GOOOO!" My hand was suddenly released.

"Thank you, comrade," Ivan said, the aura dying down. He opened the box and took his stuff, tucking the faucet pipe and two bottles of vodka who knows where in his coat. He immediantly opened up another bottle and started drinking from it.

"You might want to make that last until I figure out a way to get you more. I'm underage and you don't have an ID." I rubbed my hand, trying to rid it of it's throbbing.
He stared at me a second before nodding.
"Um... do you want to see where you put your stuff. You know, your room?" I looked back at him as I started near the stairs.
"Da, defender of men. Show me the way." Ivan followed right behind me.
I snorted in annoyance at the nickname. My name was not my fault. I walked up the stairs and into a long hall of doors. "The first one on the right is mine. You can choose any one you want other than that, Ivan."
"Spasibo{8]," he said, pointing to the one right next to mine. "I would like that one."
Of course he had to choose that one. I opened the door and started to grin at the coincidence. "Hey, Russia?"
"Da?" He moved up next to me. He started to stare at the room in delight. It was painted bright yellow, and a dusty framed picture of sunflowers leaned against the closet.
"You like the room?"
"Da. Spasibo bolshoe[9], Sasha." He turned and hugged me. Oh God, he was crushing my ribs! He let go and walked into the room, smiling at everything.

"I'm going to go back downstairs. It's time for breakf- er, lunch. Come down when you put everything away." I saw him nod, so I turned and walked back down the stairs. I first cleaned up the living room. I made sure to put the manual next to the computer just in case of emergencies. With Ivan you never know.

"You were talking about food earlier, da?" I turned around quickly to see a smiling Ivan.

"Uh, yeah. The kitchen's this way." I once again lead the way, this time into the kitchen. I went on my tip-toes to take two bowls and a box of cereal from the cabinet. I pulled the milk out of the fridge and poured it in after the cereal. I could feel Ivan's eyes burning into my back, making me spill the milk on the counter. A rag quickly fixed that though, and I placed a bowl in front of him.

We ate in slowly, in silence. I kept sneaking peeks at Ivan to see if he liked the cereal at all (I couldn't tell. Damn creepy smile), but that stopped after his eyes met mine. I quickly looked back down to my bowl and slammed my spoon back in. My grip wasn't too good, however, and the thing flipped across the table, hitting Ivan in the forehead. Seriously! This was the kind of luck I had!

He threw the spoon back at me, and I was pretty sure I'd wake up the next morning to find a spoon-shaped bruise on my shoulder. Finally I looked back up at him to find him staring again. He really had to quit that. One day I might snap and laugh like a mad-man. Oh, wait! I had already done that!

"Is the cereal okay?" I asked after gathering all my courage. I really didn't want to die.

Russia stopped his full spoon mid-way to his mouth. "It is... alright. Will you be cooking anything later?"

"Uh, no." I snickered into my hand. "I can't cook anything except for eggs and pancakes."

"So you cook like England?"

"I'm worse," I deadpanned.

What? Was Ivan looking.. scared?

"This is all we're going to eat, da?" He looked normal now, if slightly angrier.

"Well, there are microwave dinners. And takeout. And processed food. There's McDonalds near he.."

Did I hear kolkolkoling? And hold on. Why was he reaching into his jacket? Was that his faucet pipe? It was. And why was he grinning even more than usual and raising his pipe? Wait, was he going to-

"NOOOO, DON'T HIT MEEE!" I almost fell over getting out of my chair trying to hightail it out of there.

-/Hetalia/-

That night I changed into my pajamas as usual and did my normal routine. But when I was in pajamas, my hair up and I was all comfy, I padded downstairs to say goodnight to my new 'roommate'. He was watching TV.

"Um, Ivan?" I stopped next to the couch he was sitting at.

"Da?" Ivan turned his smiling face up to me.

I shifted between my two feet, thinking of what to say. "I'm going to bed, okay? Please don't destroy anything or mess with Jasper."

"Da," he said, standing up. "Good night, defender of men." He set his hand on my head and I could almost feel myself stop growing. "I will not do anything."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." I yawned. "Lemme go so I can get some sleep, okay, St- Ivan?" I almost called him Stalin's bitch, but I figured that might ruin my chances of sleeping safely.

"Da, alright." He let me go and sat back down.

I walked back up stairs and to my bedroom. In a matter of minutes I was asleep, a new arrival to dream world.

-/Hetalia/-

I woke up frightened, hearing screaming. I was so scared I was trembling, but where was the screaming coming from? Surely Ivan wasn't screaming. And this house was pretty far away from every other house. So unless someone was standing outside screaming, th-

Oh.

It was me.

I let out another scream into the silence. It must have been some terrible nightmare. I had them often, but not usually this bad. The scream was inturrupted when Ivan opened up my door. "Are you alright, Sasha?" He looked slightly worried.

Well, that just caused another scream, this times with words. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" I couldn't stop, and I put my hands to my ears to try to stop hearing it.

Ivan walked over to my bed swiftly and sat down next to me. He gathered me into his arms. "Shh, Sasha. It will be fine, da?"

"NO IT WILL NOT," I screamed into his coat, my voice cracking at the 'not'. Great, I was sobbing into his coat now. After another scream and a few minutes, I spoke. "Your coat's getting wet and snotty," I muttered, my screams stopping. I shook in Ivan's hold, still freaked out at something mysterious in my dreams.

"It is fine. It will wash out, da?" He rubbed my back, trying to stop my shaking.

"I thought you didn't like me. Why are you doing this?" I shifted my head so my cheek laid against his chest.

"Nyet. I like you, Sasha. You are fun. Even if you can not cook." Ivan paused for a second. "And I do not like you like this. Nightmares are not good, da?"

"... Thanks."

We sat in the darkness, silent, my shaking slowly subsiding. My tears had stopped not long before Ivan pulled me away so he could look at me.

"You are alright now, da?" His voice was soft, and his smile was not his usual creepy one.

I wiped my wet eyes and sniffed. "Better," I croaked. I must've been screaming pretty loudly. My throat was raw.

"I will let you sleep now." Ivan got up and took a step away before I grabbed his coat.

"Don't leave me," I begged in my hoarse voice. "I'm scared... Please don't leave me, Ivan."

The Russian stopped and stared down at me. I must have looked absolutely pitiful, because he sat back down on the side of my bed. He pushed me back onto my bed. "Go to sleep, defender of men. I will watch over you tonight, da?"

I nodded, bringing the blanket back up. I closed my eyes, listening to Ivan's breathing. I fell back asleep, hearing the creak of the bed and feeling his weight spreading out evenly.

-/Hetalia/-

The first thing I thought when I woke up was something smelled nice. There was a hint of strong alcohol, but it still smelled nice. When I opened my eyes I first saw tan. My eyes slowly traveled upwards. I saw skin and then a smiling mouth. Finally, I registered purple eyes watching me. I froze. Ivan was holding me tightly, and it looked like he had been awake long enough to actually, well, appear awake.

"Ah. You are finally awake, comrade. How did you sleep?" He grinned down at me.

I had slept fine after Ivan put me back to sleep last night. But was that what I said? No, of course not.

"AHH! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME, IVAAAAN!" I threw myself backwards and managed to break out of his hold, tumbling of the bed and dragging my comforter with me. Damn, that hurt. Both the screaming and falling out of bed. Seemed like my throat was still a bit raw.

A head of messy silver hair, purple eyes, and a large nose appeared over the edge of my bed. Chuckling could be heard. "Sasha, I am not going to eat you. You are now awake, da?"

"Wha-? Y-yeah. I'm awake." I really needed some water. I stood up and Ivan stood up with me. "I'm going to change."

"Da."

"Get out." I pointed to the door. "Please," I added. I shouldn't be mean to him after he actually acted kind.

Russia nodded. "You will be alright now?"

I looked down. "Mm-hm. Thank you, Ivan."

He left, closing my door behind him. I quickly changed out of my pajamas and got ready for the day. I soon got downstairs to find Ivan eating canned fruit. He pointed to a bowl for me as he walked into the living room. I just shrugged and grabbed it, looking at the clock. I had five minutes to eat before my aunt was going to video message me. I practically inhaled my breakfast and rushed to the computer. "Stay quiet and out of view, please, Russia," I begged at the country before sitting at my computer. I turned it on and accepted my aunt's video chat request.

"Sasha!" My aunt was all dressed up, and it looked like she had somewhere to go. "Having a good summer so far?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Not just because so far my summer's been crazy, no. Because I really wanted to know what my aunt's decision was. Aimee must've saw my impatience because she sighed.

"Sash..." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm going to call someone to watch over you."

Well there goes my perfect summer. And what was I supposed to do about the Hetalia units? "But, Auntie-!"

"No buts," she scolded. "Now I've been worried, so you have a few more days to yourself while I find some..." Aimee dropped off midsentence, staring at me in surprise. What? Did I make a weird face or something?

I figured out it wasn't me when I felt a strong grip on my shoulder. Ivan.. I told him to stay away!

"There will be no need for that, da?" Russia smiled at the screen, creepiness greatly toned down. "Sasha here has decided to get a few roommates to help around the house and watch over her."

Hey, wait. That was actually plausible. I nodded frantically. "Yeah. That's what I was trying to tell you."

"I just happened to be the first one who arrived. I am Ivan Braginski, ma'am. If you allow me, I will take extra good care of your neice." He squeezed my shoulder, and I didin't really like that emphasis on extra. "But everyone else will help as well, of course."

My aunt looked like she was thinking about it. "It's nice to meet you Ivan. Are you Russian?"

"Oh, da."

"Wow. You moved in with my niece after moving to America?" She was interrogating him. Greeeaaat.

"Nyet. I have lived in the U.S. for a few years now, but when I moved to this town I did not want to live alone. Sasha had put up a ad online for interviews, and so I met her, da? She has allowed me to move in."

"I'm impressed, Sash." Auntie smiled approvingly at me. "You're really growing up."

"Um, yeah. Thank you. Will you please allow me to live with my roommates without having to have you call someone?" Please let this work. Please let this work! And I really hoped Ivan would let me go soon. My shoulder was going numb.

"Yes." An evil smile spread across my relative's face. Oh, no... "But, I will cut off your cash-flow at the end of the month. Time for you to get a job."

Okay, I could deal with that. I thought she was going to tease me about having a 'cute man' in the house.

"Can I speak to my niece alone now, Mr. Braginski?" For all that is good and decent, WHYYYYY? Here it comes.

"Da. Of course." He let go of my shoulder and walked back to the living room.

"Ivan's cute," my aunt said, smirking at me.

"Really? I didn't notice." I sank down into my chair. My face was red already.

"Of course you did, darling! Now don't be naughty. You are all alone with him after all." She giggled.

"AUNTIE!" I covered my face with my hands. God, she was worse than France!

"He seems nice. Don't tell me you like older men?" She was having the time of her life, I could tell.

I glared at her through my fingers. "No, shut up!"

Aimee just laughed. "Alright, alright. I'll stop for this time. I have to go anyways. Au revoir, Sash." She blew me a kiss and closed down her chat. I just stared at the computer screen, still blushing and angry at her. At least, until I heard the TV.

"When Armstrong first landed on the moon for America..."

"Kolkolkolkolkol..."

That was all I needed to hear. I flew out of the chair, screaming, "DON'T BREAK THE TV, IVAN!"

-/Hetalia/-

[1] - Avrel the Teller actually said that. DX And she called Prussia a mini creep-master.

[2] - I don't know if that's how webcam chatting goes. It sounded plausible, so I just went with that.

[3] - I actually do this. A lot. You would too if you had this annoying thing.

[4] - Nyet means no in Russian. I'm not going to put it in Russian characters because I'll be using it a lot and you will actually be able to read it.

[5] - Da means yes in Russian. Same with four.

[6] - Random thing that popped into my head. I've actually used it once or twice. XDD

[7] - Another random thing. But unlike six, I've never yelled this one out in real life before. O.o

[8] - Thank you in Russian. Don't trust me on this. I used Google.

[9] - Thank you very much in Russian. Once again, do not trust meeeee. Google was used.

That ended up longer than I thought it'd be. O.o I almost put it into two parts, but then I was like... Nah, dun wanna. XP

Okay, how was this? Is Russia in character?

*facepalm* And that kind Ivan moment just kept getting on my nerves. I wanted to put in a nice Ivan part, and I wanted to put in Sasha's nightmares. It ended up like it is now. I tried a bunch of different outcomes to him coming to console her, but it all seemed so stiff and annoying. Ivan just kept not wanting to do what I wanted him to, and Sasha would do that on the few he would do. So it ended up like this, the only way I could get the scene to finish. Oh well. I find it rather sweet. ^^

And the whole name thing was actually not planned. I had chosen the name before researching it(because I almost always research the names for my fics to find the origin and meaning), and when I did I was like, "I can use this! :D "

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I'll try to update as soon as I can. Which will probably be pretty soon, since I keep getting ideas. *laughs*