She frowned at his sleeping body. Her brother was a liar. This bundle of disgusting flesh was far from being angelic looking.

"How are you the favorite?" she questioned the slumbering mass of disgusting flesh.

The slumbering mass of disgusting flesh turned over and mumbled something about his Polish friend having a shoe-hoarding problem.

"Yeah, yeah, you shut up," she spat at him. "It's ruining my concentration."

He mumbled something else about his Polish friend then turned over again. This time it was something about a chess game.

"Stop moving." She placed her left hand on his face to hold it still. Then very carefully she took out her sharpie.

Unable to hear her instruction in his unconscious state, the bundle of disgusting flesh twitched his head to the right. Now his disgusting face was smashing her delicate hand.

"Shit," she cursed moving her hand out from under his face.

Once her hand was safely away from being smashed by his face, she placed her on top of his face again. Horrified to find her face feel as if she was blushing, she hesitated and moved it away. She'll have to hold his face down in another way. Something that didn't make her feel uncomfortable from embarrassment.

"I... didn't... know... that," he mumbled in his sleep.

"Of course you didn't," she remarked to his sleep talk. "You're never aware of anything."

He snored loudly. She smiled pleased to find his snore slightly adorable...

No. She would never think that, she smiled because his snore was as equally disgusting as the rest of him. Nothing about him is adorable. So, why does that thought feel cozy in her head?

"Goodness," she mumbled to herself. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

He rolled over again. Was he always this restless in his sleep? Or was just that her presence was making him uneasy?

Whatever, the reason didn't matter. The atmosphere around a sleeper doesn't alter their snoozing behavior. People can sleep through storms, fires, robberies, and what she came here for.

She sighed. He was just asleep. Nothing more. Her presence wasn't doing anything to him.

"Natalia," he mumbled in his slumber.

Goodness, maybe her presence was causing this uneasiness.

"Natalia," he repeated.

She sighed. So, he says her name in his sleep. Not her country title, or human name. Interesting. What sort of dreams does he have about her? Are they beautiful?

"Ugh," she grumbled to herself. "I need to get this done already, and get out of here."

She pulled the covers off his sleeping body. Despite being exposed to the cold air traveling through the window, her way of entering the room, he didn't move. She was thankful for this. She had work to do, and this work didn't involve her hand being smashed again.

If she was too embarrassed to leave the message on his face, then why not leave it somewhere else? Her brother wasn't real specific on where to leave the message.

"Oh..." he said. "I... oh."

She frowned. Now came the not fun part. She placed her hands on his shirt and began unbuttoning. Maybe she should have done her original plan of writing the message on his face.

He turned his head towards the wall, away from her, but the rest of his body didn't move. "Don't."

She moved her hand away feeling afraid that he was going to wake up. If that would happen how would she respond? How would he respond to her being in his bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt, while he's sleeping?

"Shit," she mumbled feeling anger that she let herself believe that he was going to wake up.

She sighed and returned to her task. He didn't say anything for the whole process, he just breathed lightly, like a very relaxed person. Once his shirt was unbuttoned she pulled it open.

"Impressive," she found herself mumbling out loud before she could stop herself.

She placed her Sharpie on his flat stomach and began writing the message. In English to make it harder to place where the message came from.

Three boys will search for three hidden chests

You are one of the three on my request

There will be several tests

And only one will be victorious on my quest

After the message was written, she took a second to admire her penmanship. For somebody who isn't native to this language, she sure can write in beautifully. Satisfied with her work she stuck an orange sticky note on his stomach, and pulled the covers back over his sleeping body.

Now time to leave this room. She grumbled and turned to the window. She didn't exactly want to leave the way she came. It just wasn't as interesting.

"Goodbye," she said exciting the room through the door rather than the window.

"Bye," he repeated dreamily.

Success, she made it in, left a message, and got out before he awoke. She felt exhilarated, and confident. She had left the message just like her big brother wanted.

Now her big brother will trust her with more things. Maybe even the things people promise each other in the vows of marriage.

"Belarus?" the voice of an obnoxious American asked in the hallway. He was probably walking the bathroom to relieve his bladder. Or the kitchen to eat a late night snack. He's probably has mini fridge in his bedroom, so it was more likely the bathroom option.

She froze. Maybe she shouldn't be counting her chickens before they hatch. She had forgotten that the receiver of the message was staying at the American's house rather then his own house.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Yes, you're dreaming," she said quickly.

He smiled. "Thought so. Why else would you be standing in my hallway in a Catwoman suit?"

She frowned regretting her decision to where black leggings. So, the fat American dreams about her too? That's some information she was better off not having.

"So, are you going to join me in my room?"

Goodness, that's what he dreams about her? She really was better off not knowing this.

"We can build a pillow fort, and watch Silver Linings Playbook together." He laughed. "Yeah, I know that movie is still in theaters, but this a dream ain't it? Since I'm aware that I'm dreaming I can control my dream. So, now I say that I have Silver Linings Playbook on blue ray, and we're going to watch it together in my room!"

Oh, he just wants to watch a movie, and build a pillow fort. She thought his imagination was going to make him suggest something else.

"This is going to be so awesome! I already seen the movie like four times in theaters. Now I get to watch it with you when you're looking extremely hot!"

She shook her head. Something was really wrong with that boy. Nobody dreams of just watching a movie with a girl.

"Should I invite Toris to join us?" he laughed. "He's visiting me for the hell of it. Wait, why am I asking you this? This is my dream. You're going to be down with anything I decide to do. Dude, this is just awesome!"

"Alfred..." She felt uncomfortable using his human name. "You should go wait in your room."

"Why?"

"Catwoman has a little errand she needs to do."

"Can I come?"

"No."

"Can I at least help? I am a hero after all."

She grinned. "You can turn the alarms off."

"Okie dokie," he said happy to help. "Are you going to come back when you're done with this errand?"

She followed him to the front door. "It's a possibility."

He punched in the super secret number code (his birthday) and opened the front door for her. "Is there anything else the hero can do for you?" he asked before she walked outside.

She thought for a second. "Promise me that you wouldn't tell anybody about me being here-"

"I promise," he said before she could finish.

"Especially Lithuania," she finished. "That swine doesn't need to know who the messenger is."

"Messenger?"

"All will be revealed in the morning," she stated walking out the door. "Now go continue this lovely dream in your bedroom, Alfred."

He closed the door behind her, and did as he was told. This little exchange he had with her will soon be forgotten in the morning. Hopefully.

She smiled. This was way too easy. She just waltzed out the front door to get out of there.

"America literally escorted you to the door?" her brother asked when she made it back to the van. "Sister you're either the worse messenger or the best messenger in the world."

She laughed.

"I take it you didn't tell America anything."

"Not a word of the quest was spoken, big brother," she confirmed. "The fast-food smelling swine believes this is all a dream."

He raised an eyebrow, and looked at her leggings. "You might want to pick a better wardrobe next time."

"Don't worry America's imagination doesn't exist in that department."

"Oh?"

"The swine just wanted to watch some movie and build a pillow fort."

"Are you sure that 'build a pillow fort' isn't some sort of euphemism?"

"Do you think America is clever enough for a euphemism?"

He chuckled. "Nope. Oh wow, I almost made our round friend appear smarter than he really is."

She joined in on the laugh. It was nice to have a regular conversation with her brother for once.

"So, what's are next stop?" he asked once the laugher died out.

"Sealand," she answered. "If our bouncy-boobs of a sister did her job as messenger correctly then she should be leaving Finland now and Estonia should have his message."

Her brother sighed. "Is there a reason why you hate Ukraine so much?"

She frowned. Of course there was a reason. He wore the scarf she gave him everyday. That scarf symbolized their friendship. She had no place in any of it.

"No," she lied.

He didn't appear like believed it, but he let the topic drop. "Are you positive that Latvia is visiting Sealand?"

"Yes." She laughed. "In a way its sort of funny. Lithuania is visiting his stupid friend America. Estonia is visiting his friend Finland. And Latvia is visiting his friend Sealand."

Her brother frowned. "I don't get the joke."

She lost her smile and frowned too. "I guess I don't either. How are we going to get to Sealand?"

"England has accidently misplaced one of his ships. Since it somehow conveniently ended up at my house we're going to borrow it."

"You stole it. Didn't you?"

"That's open for debate, but its not like England going to notice his ship missing."

She yawned. "So do I still need a wardrobe change before this message is delivered?"

"Are you going to run into Sealand when you're supposed to leave unnoticed?"

Oh, so he's unhappy that she tricked America into escorting her to the door. Shit. That means he sees her as a failure.

"No big brother," she answered. "And in the case of America, the swine promised me that he wouldn't tell anybody that he saw me."

He sighed. Then looked at his watch. "I guess I'll be the messenger for this one."

"What?"

"We don't have enough time for you to get a new outfit."

He really does she her as a failure. That does nothing for future marriage proposal.

"I won't mess up this one!" She blushed realizing that she said that a little too loud. "I'll get in and out of Sealand's home before he or Latvia know that I was there."

"No, its okay. Its not that I don't trust your ability Belarus, I just want to be a messenger too."

He's just saying this too make her feel better. If he wanted to be a messenger he would have gave Latvia his message when she was giving Lithuania's his.

He smiled. "I actually think it'll be real fun. You can drive the ship."

Well at least he trusts her with a stolen English boat.

"Sure."

A/N

This is an old unposted story I found on my computer. I decided that I should actually finish this bad boy.

Tell whatcha think. Whatcha want. Whatcha really really want.

Oh, and feel free to point out any of those mistakes in the grammer department.