A/N: Hi! I know I should be working on my other fic, There's Life in Death, but I just couldn't help myself! The idea just came to me yesterday. And when you have an idea, you need to write it down before it's forgotten. I just needed to write something with Russia in it because he's too great not to write about.

Yes, this is a RussiaxOC story, and I think that it could go well.

Just a warning, part of this, I wrote on my phone, and my phone has this glitch sometimes when I'm typing, so if there's any major mistakes in here, it's my phone's fault. I checked it over, and I don't think I've missed anything.

Do I need a Disclaimer? I don't really like using them because if I did own the things I wrote about, I wouldn't be writing about them. It would all be canon. But, I'll do it anyway:

I do not own Hetalia or anything related to Hetalia. I do not own the store mentioned in this chapter (Forever 21). All that I own are my OCs (Lizbet, Helena, Alexander, Marshall, Mr. & Mrs. Patel)

I will be adding more OCs later on... so... with that out of the way, enjoy!

"What colour looks the best?"

I stare at my younger sister, who just asked me a question.

"Shut up," I reply, not wanting to miss my favourite line in the song.

"What did I do now?" I swear, she's such a crybaby. I hold up my hand, signalling her to be quiet. I notice tears start to form in her eyes, and I instantly feel guilty. I take my ear buds out, and give my sister a hug.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry," I whisper in her ear. I notice a few people around us giving us strange looks, so I immediately shove my sister off in favour of telling everyone off. "WHAT, A GIRL CAN'T APOLOGISE TO HER SISTER? THAT'S HOW BAD THIS WORLD HAS GOTTEN, THAT PEOPLE CAN'T EVEN APOLOGISE TO OTHERS WITHOUT BEING JUDGED! ALRIGHT! FINE! YOU'RE ALL BEING IMPOLITE IDIOTS ANYWAY, WHY NOT MAKE EVERYONE ELSE THE SAME!"

No, I do not have problems with people.

I shove my ear buds back in, and I hear the end of my song. "Thanks Lena, I missed the best part, now I have to start the song over," I huff.

"I'm sorry!" This time, it was her turn to hug me. I've had enough hugs for today. I allowed the hug for half a second before I snapped.

I wrapped my ankle around hers and pulled up. She began to fall backwards, but I caught both her writs before she could actually hit the ground. I'm a nice sister.

"Thanks," she muttered as I pulled her back upright.

You can always count on Helena Patel to thank you stop her from getting hurt when the pain would have been caused by you. No one is sure if she's just being polite, or she's being clueless. I'd count on the latter if I were you.

I was sick of shopping, and I needed to get home for dinner, because there was no way in hell that I was going to miss out on food.

"Can we go home now?" I sound like a very whiny child right now, it's not even funny. OK, maybe it is a little funny, I don't usually act like this, I'm just hungry. And I'm not me when I'm hungry. Haha, Snickers.

"No, this is only the first store we've been to, and you promised to spend the afternoon with me."

"I don't care, I want to go eat food," and the whining continues.

"Oh! Yeah, maybe we should get going now," Lena says as she checks her phone for the time. "How long have we been in this store?"

"Too long," I reply with a laugh.

Earlier today, I was working on a painting, when I heard a knock at my door. Of course, it was none other than my only sister. I couldn't just ignore her, so I made us some lunch, and I took us out to do whatever she wanted. What can I say, I haven't seen her in a couple of months, and I kind of have a soft spot for the fifteen year old.

We've been in this god damned store for five hours.

I don't know about you, but that's a bit too long to be shopping for. She hasn't even tried anything on yet. All she did was look at things, decide if she liked them or not, and put them back. If I didn't know any better, I would say that's she's pretending to want to spend time with me, just so that she can subtly tell me what she wants for her birthday.

...

That's exactly what she's doing.

How could I have been so blind! The agony is simply unbearable!

I'm so getting her a coupon for McDonald's for her birthday. Don't think that that's payback, it's not. I already decided that I was getting her that months ago; she loves her Micky D's. I'll get her something else for revenge as well.

"Liz...?" I could vaguely hear my sister talking to me as I began plotting revenge. "Lizzy...? Lizbet...? BETH!"

I immediately snapped out of my trance at that nickname. It doesn't even make any sense. To me, anyway.

My name is Lizbet, NOT Lizbeth. There is no 'Beth' in my name. I have no problem with the name, it's just that I hate having to correct everyone I meet when I get introduced.

All of my teachers in the past, on the first day of class would call for "Lizbeth" or "Lizbette" which I never answered for. I knew they were talking about me, but I liked waiting until they finished calling attendance, and asked me who I was. "Lizbet" I would tell them, and they would get pissed. "Why didn't you raise your hand when I called you?" they would ask, and I would reply with "You didn't call me".

That's how I got sent down to the principal's office four times each semester in high school.

That's also how I got a reputation throughout those four years. I was known as 'that bitch who sasses teachers'. Not that I'm complaining, but, the teachers gave me that label. My peers simply called me 'that badass chick'. I will, however, complain to that. I am no chick as you would say. I am a dignified, off topic girl who needs to get back on track.

Currently, I am dragging my sister out of Forever 21, and back to my car.

"I'm taking you back home, so I can go and eat dinner in peace," I told her as I climbed in the driver's side.

"OK!" she seemed satisfied with herself for successfully tricking me for five hours. It's a new record.

We spent the rest of the car ride in silence, not even the radio was on. I was only a five minute drive back to my parents' house, so it didn't really matter anyway.

When we finally got there, I got out with Helena, and walked her to the door. I was hoping my parents were home. I want money.

Lena opened the door and almost closed it in my face, but I stopped it with my foot. walked inside and my sister shouted, "MOM! DAD! I'M HOME!"

No reply. Like ususal.

So I tried.

"YO! I'M HERE TO GRACE YOU WITH MY PRESENCE!"

I heard running from upstairs and saw a little blond head pop up through the banister by the stairs.

"Mom, Dad, Lizbet's here!"

That was my younger brother, Alexander. Well, actually, he's my youngest brother, I still have Marshall, my twin. I'm older by ten minutes, no matter what he tells people. And then there's my older brother, Liam, but we don't like to talk about him.

Alex came running down the stairs at top speed, but slowed down enough to not crash into me (hard).

"Hey there, sport!" honestly, the kid brings out my embarrassing side. I lift him up and place him on my shoulders. "How've ya been?"

I heard a giggle from above me, and I felt my brother grab onto my hair. "Awesome! I got a new bike!"

"Really? I would love to see it!" this is how it always is with me and Alex. He's more like a son to me than a brother, and if anyone even tries to lay a finger on him, they're going to lose that digit.

I felt him gently tug on my hair, steering me toward the garage. I opened the door and ducked in, making sure he didn't hit his head. I set him down, and he ran over to the far wall.

I followed him, and saw him sitting on a shiny, neon green bike, that was the perfect size for the five year old.

"I don't even need training wheels any more!"

"Congratulations, little man!" I lifted him off the bike and gave him a big hug, spinning around as I did so.

"I wanna show you!" he laughed before I put him down, and he ran over to his bike to put on his helmet - lime green again.

"Woah, did you get a new helmet too?" I asked, genuinely happy for the boy.

"Yeah!" he looked so happy, I wanted to take a picture, but I left my phone in the car.

He sat on his bike, and I opened the garage for him. He rode outside, and down the side walk for a few houses, then turned around and came back.

I was astonished. How could my five year old younger brother master turning around on the side walk, while I still struggle to keep my balance?

"That was amazing! How did you do that?" I exclaimed when he came back with a very proud look on his face.

"Magic," he waved his hands in front of his face to imitate fairy dust when he stopped.

We went back inside to find my parents waiting for us in the dining room.

"Did you have fun?" my mother asked the both of us.

"Yeah!" Alex was jumping up and down.

I sat at the table across from my mother, and Alex sat on my lap, giving me a mouthful of his messy, blond hair. I leaned to the side so I could see my parents.

I noticed a tea sitting in front of me. Finally my family remembered that I don't drink coffee.

"What kind is it?" I ask, eyeing the mug.

"Pomegranate raspberry," my father replied. Eh, it's not my favourite, but I can cope with this. "How's life been treating you?"

"Pretty good," I reply. It isn't a lie, I just got a promotion at work, and that money was greatly appreciated. And spent. "I got promoted a couple of weeks ago."

"Good for you," my mother said. There was an awkward silence, with the only sound being Alex slurping on his juice box. My parents looked at each other before looking at me. "You know, we were going to have a nice family dinner tomorrow. Marshall's bringing his boyfriend, and I would like you to be here, maybe bring someone too."

Oh. That's where this conversation led to? It's not like I'm surprised, every time I come visit my parents, we always manage to get to this topic, I just didn't think it would be suggested so suddenly.

"I told you, I'm not dating anyone," I calmly said, sipping at my tea.

"Well, honey," my Dad said, "we just want you to be happy."

"I am happy. I'm just not looking for a relationship right now." That's only a half lie. I would love to be in a relationship, but I can't find anyone who I connect with, so I just don't bother any more.

"Alright, but you're still welcome to bring a guest tomorrow."

We sat there in a comfortable silence listening to the background music of the game Lena was playing on her phone. How should I go about this subtly? Should I just ask, or should I ease into the subject. Not like my parents ever did...

"Can I ask a question?" no subtly then? Alright.

"Sure sweetie," my Mom replied.

"It's kind of embarrassing," I warned them. It isn't embarrassing at all.

"If you aren't comfortable, we can talk in private."

"No, no. It's just, how am I going to say this... Can I have some money?"

I am met with dead silence. My parents are looking at me with a deadpanned expression, and Lena actually looked up from her phone to stare at me. Alex was just being Alex, continuing to drink his apple juice.

Then the laughter erupted. I don't remember who started it, but everyone joined in. It was nice to spend some time with my family again like this.

"Why didn't you just ask?" my Dad asked once he calmed down.

"I don't know, I wanted a nice delivery!" I told them.

"Mission complete," my Mom chimed in as she pulled out her wallet. "That just earned you more than last time you asked."

Sweet! Last time they gave me two hundred dollars! What can I say, I like money.

I was handed five of those gorgeous brown bills* and I was actually kind of surprised at the amount offered to me.

"Oh, no, I any accept this much," I told them.

"No, it's fine, take it," my mother assured me.

"I can't."

"It's fine, Liz," my Dad joined.

"I ca-"

"Take it."

"Fine, alright, I'll take the money! Sheesh!" I reluctantly took the offered money and shoved it messily in my wallet.

"Why don't you ever give me money?" Lena complained.

"Because you don't live on your own, Helena," my mother said.

"I should get going," I said as soon as I finished my tea.

"Alright, don't forget dinner tomorrow. It's at 6, don't be late!"

I forced Alex of my lap so I could stand up. He tried to stop me from leaving the house, but to no avail. I made it to the door no problem.

"No! Don't go big sis!" he looked like he was about to cry.

"Alex," I said, kneeling down to his height, "I'm going to be back tomorrow, don't worry."

"But I want to play..."

"We can play tomorrow before dinner, I'll come early."

His eyes brightened up at that. "Really?"

"Of course, darling," I gently kissed him on the forehead before I left my old house.

I walked back to my car, and drive across town to get to my apartment. It was a nice place with too much space for just me, it gets kind of lonely sometimes. My parents bought it for me, a sheer sign they wanted me out of the house, but it seems like they regret it now.

Unfortunately, when Marshall moved out, he accidentally bought an apartment down the hall from mine. At least, I think it was accidental. We've always been close, being twins and all, so it was no surprise he felt the urge to live near me again.

But he's just so annoying!

In my point of view, anyway.

I walked through the front lobby and greeted the doorman before taking the stairs to the third floor. I didn't bother stopping at my brother's place because only God knows what he does in there.

I walked straight to my door, and unlocked it slowly like always. When I opened my door, I saw a young man sitting at my table.

He had light blond (platinum blond, maybe?) hair, and dazzling violet eyes. His round, childish face was adorned with a polite, cheerful smile.

I want sure how to respond, so I did in the only way I knew how.

"What would you like to eat?"

A/N: I would also like you to know that updates will most likely (almost certainly) be irregular due to the fact that I am taking online courses this summer, and I should have been working when I typed this. Any awful plot holes in this whole story is due to the stress caused by my stupidity.

I also typed the majority of this at 4:30-ish in the morning, because I had nothing better to do at the time. My eyes hurt.

*Brown Bills: Canadian currency, we have amazing colour-coated money that Americans lack. I don't like money to be all the same colour, it's not as interesting. The brown ones are worth $100. And they smell like maple.