Authors Note: Oh my gosh… I'm pretty sure it's been a couple years since I've actually uploaded a story on here. This is my first fanfic for the hetalia fandom (a bit sad, I know). This is for a friend- which I recently found out she's doing the same thing but writing a USUK one :D can't wait to see how it'll turn out. In the mean time these will be short ;o; and it's an A-Z drabble? Is that what they're called? I'm not sure what the correct terminology is anymore. This is AU so they will be OOC. Don't leave! I'll shut up now. Derp. Anyways, enjoy A, B and C.

Artistic

Crossing my arms I tried to suppress a chuckle as I looked at Ivans painting. Somewhere in it was supposed to be the fall of the Berlin Wall, my most favorite part of German history, "You're not very artistic are you Ivan?"

The broad shouldered Russians smile never faltered. Instead he insisted towards the… 'painting', "Do you like it?"

"What's there to like? It's blank" I pointed out and ran a hand through my hair

"Exactly Gil! I would have drawn you if you hadn't have came back to me alive that day!"

Bruder

"I don't understand how you deal with it Ivan, doesn't Nat get it? You don't want to marry her! She's crazy! Nuts! Did your sister drop her on her head or something when she was younger?"

"Gilbert!" the Russian chuckled, "Didn't you act the same towards your sibling?"

"Kesese~! West is an exception! He grew up in West Germany, so when grandpa finally had us meet-"

"I know, you couldn't let go of him…" Ivan sighed and with a shake of his head he held onto the Prussian, "Can I not let you go Lublu?"

I stared at him dumb struck, "…w-whatever"

Cake

It just sat there, on our table looking all pretty but murderfully dangerous at the same time. I swallowed the lump in my throat, "W-what should we do with it?"

I van only seemed to move closer to me, like the cake itself was the very person who gave it to us.

"Well Ivan?" I asked and wrapped an arm around his shoulder

"Throw it out! Throw it out! Just get rid of it!" Ivan shouted and I swear on Father Fritz he whimpered from behind me. So I stood, grabbed the horribly colored pink frosting cake with fancy gold lettering on it and threw it in the garbage. I shuddered. You could practically hear it chanting, 'Marry Me. Marry Me. Marry Me'