Author's Note

Yeah. That is three first chapters to three different fics in one day. I am terrible at updating and finishing what I sart, but if I save thises up in my laptop, I'll just never get anything done with them! So Anya is Nyo!Russia. Nikolai is Nyo!Belarus. Dmitri is Nyo!Ukriane and Mitya is just a fun little nickname for him. I do not own Hetalia.

Nikolai watched carefully ever move his sister made while she moved about the kitchen with a bright smil on her lovely face. He was picking at some bread himself and clenching his jaw between chewing. He had asked about fifteen questions since he had come into the room. She was baking a pie, for that little American cunt and she was doing it so happily. His sister wasn't even going to put anything nasty into it or anything that would make Amelia sick. What the fuck was wrong with her?

"I just want to make friends." She said, sitting a pie pan on the counter and pressing out the dough for a pie crust.
"You only need me for friends." Nikolai pouted. His voice was like icy sandpaper. Anya shuddered and turned back to her pie, choosing her words carefully since it seemed any little thing was capable of setting off poor Nikolai. She feared him, but she cared for him at the same time. Something was just very wrong with her little brother and that was a thing to be pitied. No one really ever talked to him unless it was the plain Lithuanian girl or flashy Polish friend. They both seemed to worry about Nikolai too, but he didn't really appreciate it. He would turn his perfectly shaped little nose up at them.

Come to think of it, Nikolai was quite good looking. He had decievingly delicate features, pale, clear skin, naturally light colored hair and deep navy colored eyes that had a mysterious quality to them. He might have more admirers if only he could just behave. Best of all, if he could keep himself from saying anything blunt or rude. Maybe Anya could pawn him off on those two girls just long enough to go and visit Amelia. If not, Nikolai would follow along and ruin it.

Nikolai remained quiet while Anya baked the pie and cleaned up the mess of flour and sugar while she waited for it to finish. It was a nice cherry pie, though apple had been considered.

"Will you make a pie for me?" Nikolai asked, his cold stare on Anya while she was taking off her apron.

"Maybe I will. If you are good." she answered. What was the harm in it? Her brother just wanted to feel as important to her as Amelia was. He probably needed the extra attention. Dmitri might have needed the company and he would be happy to give Nikolai plenty of his time. Her big brother and little brother could be closer that way. She nodded after some thought and smiled at Nikolai. She would save the girls as a back up plan.

"Go and visit Mitya for a while and I promise to make a pie just for you." Nikolai looked as if he had just been slapped. "No." He didn't want to go see Dmitri today. Thier oldest brother was such a crybaby and so touchy feely and Nikolai could swear that Anya liked him better which just made Nikolai mad. So mad at him that he wanted to hurt him, only he probably woouldn't because Dmitri was his brother too and he didn't really hate him. It was all so very confusing that Nikolai resolved not to think about it too hard.

"Please?" Anya tried again and her youngest brother finally relented, standing up, pullin on his gloves and leaving the house.