**A/N: Hi there! It's Jenna! This is my second fanfiction, and the last one isn't getting finished because, well, it sucked. I would have posted it last night, but I got a new cat recently, and it keeps me up. All night. But, well, it's rated T because of mild language and my personal paranoyia. Enjoy. Don't forget to review!

Au Revoir!
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Your POV:

You woke up clutching a bed sheet and a comforter over your shoulder. You were laying on your left side, and your face was buried in a pillow. You began to realize you weren't in your room. When you were more awake, you realized you weren't in your room. Your face was buried in a person, and you were clutching a tank-top. You jumped back and screamed realizing it was someone you didn't know.

"Belarus!" He yelled fearfully. He was half asleep. He then realized you were the only one in the room, and you were looking at him, frightened. He sat up and you stumbled backwards, falling off of the bed. "I will not hurt you." He said calmly.

"Why am I here? Who are you?" You sat up on the floor. Oh my god! Your stomach felt like it was being ripped apart. You lifted up your shirt, and you saw a large slash; it was the length of your stomach. Above it, there were two stab wounds. "D-Did you do this to me?" you screamed. Your eyes got wider and you jumped back to a corner.

"I did not", he said calmly. "I am Ivan Braginski. Others know me as Russia. You were hurt last night, and it snowed a lot. You almost died. Lay down, I'll explain more after you eat."

You were reluctant to go back in bed, but you did anyway. He left the room and went to prepare food. Minutes later he came back with a tray of food. "I was not sure what you like." He said, placing it on your lap. He turned around and sat on a cushioned chair next to the bed.

"I'm eating. Please tell me." You were curious to hear. For all you know, this guy could be a sadistic murderer or psychopath, yet you wanted to know what he had to say.

"Last night, I was walking. I heard screaming. I followed the noise to where you were. It was in an alley. You were being attacked by a man. He stabbed you twice and sliced you with a blade. It was snowing, so I took you home so you would not die." He got up and opened the window, revealing a blanket of snow covering the ground.

"Did you see the man? What happened to him?" You asked curiously.

"The ублюдок will never hurt anyone ever again", he said without emotion. Is this guy a serial killer or something? He probably killed him! What if he kills me? "Hello? What is your name?"

"(first name) (last name)". Why didn't I just tell him a fake name? And if what he says is true, he leaves only one question. "Why were you in the bed with me? Do you snuggle with all strangers?"

He chuckled softly. "You told me to."

I what? "I did? How so?" You were beginning to feel awkward with the whole situation.

"Like I said, it was cold. You were somewhat conscious and told me you were cold. I gave you the only blanket already, so I was going to give you my coat. You said, 'No, you'll get cold. Lay here with me so you stay warm too', so I did what you told me to. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

You decided to believe him, because you didn't feel violated in any way. "That is all you want to know, da?"

"Yes. Thank you." He sighed as he looked at the tray, which was still full of food.

"Did you not like what I brought you?" he asked. You nodded and picked up your spoon, and scooped up what looked like porridge and swallowed it.

"This is really good, Mr. Russia. Thank you." You said, really meaning it. "What is it?"

"Kasha." He answered, happy you liked his recipe. "Would you like anything else?"

"No, but thanks anyway."

"One more thing. My sisters may come here."

"So, what's wrong with that?" you asked. Realizing it sounded kind of rude, you added, "if you don't mind me asking".

"My sisters are...odd." He said, sighing. "But, you do not need to worry. You are tired, da?"

"A bit."

"Good.", he said, "Sleep will help you get better." He gave a slight smile and said, "Good night, (First Name)". He headed for the door.

"Mr. Russia?"

He turned around and faced you. "Da?"

"How long can I stay?" You hoped he wouldn't find this question creepy or overstay your welcome.

He gave a small laugh and replied, "As long as you want." He turned off the light and closed the door behind him as he left the room.