A/N Dont own Hetalia.

My first Hetalia fanfic rated M from chapter 3 on:D And yes the other chapters will be longer.

So this is a RusAme +OC Serbia Milos Nemanic. So...The first chapter is for setting the story. You can jump over it. It gets better later. The really interesting story will be from chapter 2 second half :) There will be smut very soon :D Yaoi dont like it dont read it^^. And there will be a very interesting child soon too:D

So a word two about Milos he is brown haired whit brow eyes around 173cm. And he loves his alcohol Rakija. And for the rest you will see, thought the story. If you have any question ask them I will be more then happily to answer them^^.

Text is there thoughts and the Text the text of the mailed.

The nation Moon

Moon colony. Russia smiled. That would be funny, he just needed now a few volunteers and a nation to send up. Afterwards he can tell the stupid capitalist pig that he colonized the Moon first. The face that America would be making then would be priceless. He began to kol at the thought of the blond always going on about his NASA and how much it does. Ivan shacked his head, now wasn't the time for that. He adverse the project very carefully to make sure the younger would not get wind about it before it was too late to catch up on him. Now which nation should he send to the Moon?

A man was sitting in front of his computer drinking heavily and playing manically. It was just 11 in the morning and he already had 4 arguments and a headache in the size of the EU caused by the EU. What would he give to get away from his siblings, just for a while. Yes he knew he wasn't perfect but they didnt have to poke in his wounds. They always did and he did it too, just to make them angry and to get them back. The man signed. Which such a family, you don't need enemies, the only problem here he did have enemies too. Considering all the back stabbing where he was on the receiving end, they call him the paranoid one! Vacation. That word sounded magical. That was the thing he needed. Some place, far away whit no countries around. Impossible. There was no place on earth far away from nation for his taste. At least in games he could be a super power once again, he winced. Not good comes from thinking about the past. Even his doctor said that thinking about it would be bad for his health, so he took a good gulp from his best friend alcohol whit the name Rakija.

It was 11.07 a.m. when he got a message from Estonia. Better said it was a panic message from Estonia to everybody online on that game forum. He read it over 10 times slapping and pinching himself in between reads to make sure it wasn't a dream or hallucinations.

In 11.19a.m. He answered it. "Maybe god didn't forgot me." Mussed he aloud.

Hey Estonia, Tell me more about it. Maybe I can help you. Wouldn't mind taking your place either if you really don't want to go.

11.31a.m Whit hard heart he canceled the planed prank on his brother and neighbor, in favor to let the hackers know of his plan and to assist him, so everything could work out.

11.55 a.m. His parliament began. Or how he referred to it the best tragedy/humor series/reality show produced in his place. And whit the worst over pay actors in the world. This time he betted that in the first 2h at least 5 shoes will fly across the room.

12.05 p.m. He was on every TV and radio channel in his country , his Facebook was updated too.

12.15p.m. He finished his monologue to his people. Now he had to wait. A nation could do things whit out the political man and his boss knowledge ,only if a great part of his people were for it, sharing the same idea. And there was no rule against introducing the wished idea to his people.

12.17 p.m. The first mail and text messages arrived. He smirked. The fire in his blood was still there, and it will spread like on a hot summer day.

01.11 p.m. His inbox crashed, due to the overload of incoming mail. His two phones didn't stop ringing and vibrating. He was working fast, he needed to so he wouldn't be stopped.

02.37 p. m. He was packed and waiting for a taxi, he was so nice to leave a hand written letter for his boss, too.

04.15 p.m. He was in the air and absolute nothing could drop his great mood. He didn't felt so well in years.

08.25 p.m. He was patting the Canadian monchi, happy he finished the needed paperwork. Estonia was a great help.

"Are you really sure, "Asked Estonia probably for the thousands time. " I mean you will be there alone, whit no nations around and what do you think to do about the world meetings? Sure you can take of your place from there too, but still Russia is sending you up there. You will have barely any contact to your family and you have a big one too."

"Stop right there, if you say anything else I would end up begging to be send me up this moment."

"But….I do understand this is great chance I would use it myself if it wasn't for him being in charge."

"That is not it. Look if you had family like me, neighbors like me, you would do the same. You are a happy man, having the Baltic's as your friend…And not having politicians which are a comedian reality show. I am Serbia and I am going to the Moon. "

09.16 p.m. Ivan was happy. His secretary just brought him a fax mailed from Estonia. It was the applications form he send him this morning. The first page was a blank page whit only the address from where it was faxed. It was already time for him to go home, so not to waste anymore time he stamped it and signed whit out looking through it. He was happy, now the most important step for his plan done he could go and celebrate it whit some good Vodka~.