Author's note: Sup y'all welcome to this story. This is like a fun little thing I just started writing and it actually turned out pretty decent so I decided to post it! There will be sexual themes and cursing in the story so beware. Also, I'm really liking the way Russia turned out in this chapter; really good, much comic relief... Anyway tell me how you like it! I'm thinking I'll make this kind of like a dramatic/comedy/romance thing. It'll be nice. Anyway, please Enjoy! And review!

"Hey. Anya… Are you even listening to me?" The sound of Yao's voice pulls me out of my daydream.

"Yea, sorry," I start, " I'm quite tired this evening." tired is an absolute understatement. I feel dead.

"I understand you may be really stressed right now Anya, but I need your full attention on this." I sigh

"Of course Yao, you have my full attention." I smile at him and he returns the gesture.

"Okay, so, this problem with North Korea is really worrying me. All these sanctions.." He sighs and pulls his ponytail over his shoulder "America giving me looks every time I hesitate to stop trading food and energy with North. I mean the audacity of that kid. He will not intimidate me into doing what he wants me to do. I have my reasons for things I don't have to explain them to him for approval." Yao picks up the teacup in front of him and brings it to his lips. It's a very beautiful cup, well beautiful set for that matter, painted with delicate pink roses and dark green vines. Yao has the prettiest tea sets, the real reason we call them china. I laugh lightly to myself.

"Anya? Do you think this is funny?" He looks right into my eyes, pleading for me to pay attention.

"No I… I'm sorry but I just can not pay attention today. I didn't sleep." I rub my eyes and look at him with the most tired looking expression I can muster. He looks up and sighs.

"Alright, since this conversation has mostly been you drifting and me sighing we can just discuss this later." He stands and takes the teacups off the table, walking to the kitchen and turning the faucet on. Leaning farther back into the chair I am in, I stare at a simple picture of a Chinese landscape on the wall.

The faucet turns off and his footsteps come closer. I turn to see him leaning on the doorway, looking at me.

"It has been a really long time since I've had you over. I miss having you around." I look at him, eyebrows raised. He misses me? That's a first. The last time I was here I… Well lets just say it wasn't pretty... I stand and stretch my back out.

"You miss me? I never thought you'd want me back here." I don't know why but I smirked as I said those words. He looks down, bites his lip then looks up at me as I approach him. I can feel my being this close to him makes him start to cower slightly. I don't blame him. My presence can be very frightening. Even as a woman I strike fear into the hearts of many men.. Not to mention I do stand at six and half feet tall.

I run my left hand through the ponytail that rests on his shoulder, I wish my hair was this silky. I smile at him

"I should be leaving. I'm sure Ukraine is wondering where I have run off to." I lie. He nods and says, "When will I see you again?" I'm opening the front door when I look back and say,

"Whenever you want to." Walking out of his house I close the door behind me and make my way to my car.

Well. That meeting was productive. What is wrong with me? Someone finally wants me to come to their house and I practically doze off the entire time? I know that Yao said he wanted to talk to me about the North Korea situation but everything he was trying to tell me I already know. He knows I know. It was just an excuse to get me over here I see that now. And I left. I'm currently walking away from his house to my car. In my car now. Driving away now. I frown to myself. I think more could have happened between us if I had stayed… but would that have been a good thing?

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"The conference will be in Munich, Germany; I have booked you the soonest flight over. I am sorry this message is coming so late, but we tried getting a hold of you multiple times."

"It is alright", I say to one of the many young assistants my government office has, "I will start packing now." She says something but I've already pulled my cellular device away from my face and ended the call.

A conference, huh? With me? In Munich nonetheless… They must be either mad at me, or want something from me… Or both. I smile to myself slightly when I think about my little white-haired toy that lives in Germany; maybe going to Munich could be fun after all. I carefully fold some clothes and lay them in a small black suitcase, along with some other necessities.

Once the bag is full and zipped, I head for the front door but then stop… Should I bring them?... I walk into the kitchen and unlock a padlocked cabinet, revealing many bottles of assorted vodkas and pills. I take a pill bottle that reads 'for sleep' and stuff that into my suitcase.

I hate flying. It is unnatural. But I suppose necessary.

The whole process is stressful enough to make me want to swallow twenty ounces of vodka; with the crowdedness and the stares. Uh! The stares! It is like these people have never seen a tall person in their lives! Everyone just thinks it okay to talk to me, ask me who tall I am, or if I am a model. And if I travel in America? They ask how the weather is up here… The first thing I think about is murder, but obviously this is not socially acceptable so I answer sweetly and move on.

The sound to put on our seatbelts brings me out of my thoughts. The plane jerks a bit and I tense.

"First time flying?" asks a man sitting to my left by the window.

"No. I just hate flying." I reply, a tad coldly, I really don't like talking to strange people.

"Oh I get you there. You know, the very first time I flew I was about your age, twenty or something. And I just heard about one of those terrible plane crashes and I was just absolutely scared! But, you see, my girlfriend at the time was right there with me and that made everything better. I was okay. And then I realized, hey, flying ain't so bad. So now here I am, enjoying this wonderful flight… So Munich huh? You German?" I sigh, I guess talking with this extremely friendly man will take my mind off the turbulence.

"No, I am Russian. Just visiting a few friends."

"Ohh Russian, yes that makes sense!" The man laughs and I roll my eyes slightly.

"So, how did you meet these German friends."

"Oh, you know school… I uh, did a study abroad program in Munich…"

"Oh that is absolutely wonderful! You know, when I was a young lad, I used to…" He ended up talking about himself the whole way to Germany, an amazing feat I must say. But I couldn't have been happier to finally get off that plane and into a car taking me to the hotel that all the countries attending the conference will be staying.

I hate to even admit this but it's hard for me to lie to myself- Germany is beautiful. I'm talking about the landscape, it's gorgeous, bright and warm. Even in cold, cloudy days the land still holds itself with such beauty and grace. If only the personification of this amazing landscape was as beautiful and bright as the damn scenery. Oh well, what is one to do? I laugh lightly to myself.

The hotel is simple, makes up for its lack of height with width…. Much like the personification of this country. I laugh a tad louder to myself. Honestly, the only thing I feel bad about is that I don't have an audience to hurl these insults at. I am what the kids call a troll, and I have no shame in this.

I check in at the front desk and take the stairs up to the third floor. Elevators make me nervous.

The room isn't half bad. Nice bed, a large window, plenty of sunlight… I like this… it's warm… something I'm not.

My cellular device beeps and vibrates. It only scares me a little.

I pull it out of my pocket and see that Yao has messaged me.

'I heard that you are in Germany going to discuss with the EU and North America. Good luck ?￢ﾀﾙ

I smile at the message and type back thank you.

I will admit that I am a bit confused by Yao's recent affection, not that it's unwelcome, rather, I really don't know why he would want me of all people. Especially considering how our last attempted relationship turned out… He wasn't completely innocent in its failure but I was the main reason it couldn't work.

A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I squint cautiously at the door. Who would be here? I decide to open the door anyway, I highly doubt this person, who ever it is, can really hurt me.

My eyes are greeted with my favorite color once I do open the door. It is one of the hotel staff holding a bouquet of sunflowers. She hands it to me calling it a delivery or something, I can't speak German well, and leaves.

At this point I give up on trying to stone-face my reaction to these. They are so gorgeous and inviting. I put them down on the dresser and smile… Yeesh, if I keep smiling like this my cheeks are gonna get sore. I lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It is night now and I can probably just go to bed. I really do not feel like getting up to get some food; and anyway my thoughts are much more preoccupied with who gave me those flowers. Could it have been Yao? He seems like the likely candidate, I mean, he did know I was in Munich and all.

I start to rub my cheeks so I stop smiling. Ugh, I feel like a teenage girl who just got flowers from her crush. This is incredibly unlike me… But I don't mind it.

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Sleep doesn't really like to come to me. I've tried chasing her down, trapping her, tricking her… Even waiting patiently for her to trust me and come to me. Yet, it never happens, and I usually end up just laying in a bed for a couple of hours getting nowhere. Last night was no exception really; and to add icing to this already disgusting cake, I didn't bring any makeup with me. So, these dark purple bags I'm sporting under my eyes will be seen and most likely commented on by others… And by others I mean America.

It's still dark outside… I look at the time on my cellular device - 3 am… ughh… I get up, there is no way I'm sleeping now. I brought my special pills but if I took those I'd be out for a while. Much too long. I know I brought cigarettes with me… Where are they? Ah! Found them. I have the decency to walk outside to smoke this… That or I just want to be outside.

About halfway through my second cigarette, I start wondering around the hotel. I'm getting a little bored.

"Yeah no, it's okay really. It doesn't bother me, I was up anyway…" I abruptly stop walking and lean up against the building… That's America's voice… He must be around this corner. I slowly peak around the corner and confirm that America is indeed right around this corner. I return to just leaning against the wall… Listening to his conversation. "Sure, I would be down for that… Though where I'm livin' now has about a high of 45 (113) degrees, so if you want I could meet you somewhere else… Arizona, yeah… Oh, pleasant… Only a five hour drive… Ha, well to me that's a short drive… It's okay really, I was up anyway… Well, alright. Have a good morning…" The talking stops and I assume he has hung up. His steps are coming closer to me… He'll be able to see me soon, and it's much too late to run away… He turns the corner and I step out in front of him quite fast in a motion to scare him. Which works quite well, he's easy to spook like a horse. He lets out a startled noise and looks at me with wide-eyes.

"What the hell, Red, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I laugh.

"You make it too easy. You scare like a horse." I play up on my accent, he says he doesn't like it but I know he does. He puts his hand on his chest and leans on the wall.

"What are you doing out here? Creepin' around?" He asks. I light another cigarette.

"For this."

"Smoking at 3 in the morning?"

"I can ask you the same, little one. Why are you still up at this time of the night? Don't you have a bedtime?" He laughs.

"Little one? I'm sure I am no longer an acceptable height nor appearance to be called that."

"Well, when compared to me, you are the little one. In age, experience, land, and height." He just sighs. The counter for this game has begun. Russia: 1, America: 0. I laugh to myself which causes him to give me a strange look.

"You're always doing that."

"Doing what?" I ask.

"Laughing to yourself. It's creepy. Like you're plotting everyone's demise." I look him in the eyes then start walking away. I'll let him think that's what goes on in my mind… When in reality I'm much sillier than that. "Okay, well that doesn't help my theory." I walk back into the building and he's following me. He presses the up button for the elevator and I walk towards the stairs. "Too good for the elevator?" He asks. I only shrug and start ascending the stairs. I sigh once I notice we are on the same floor… I can't get away from him can I?

"The stairs are good for you anyway… I suggest you start taking them; you are looking a bit… Well, fat." I know this is not true, the man is quite far from being fat, but it bothers him nonetheless. He smiles and looks down.

"Well Anya at least I don't look like a recovering meth addict." I can't let him win this one.

"At least I'm in recovery, you still haven't admitted your problem." He narrows his eyes at me. Ha! Another win. Russia: 2, America: 0.

"Good night, Red." I smile.

"Good night, comrade." He rolls his eyes and enters his room. I take note that his room number is 320. And that I never found out why he was outside at 3 in the morning.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Why do I even bother setting an alarm if I'm always already awake to hear it? I groan as I leave the bed to start getting dressed… I look at the tracksuit I brought and honestly consider just wearing that because it would be comfortable and would just tickle America pink, but… It is not quite appropriate. I settle on a grey skirt that hugs my waist and flows out down to my knees, and a soft, yellow sweater shirt that is tucked in. I never wear heels, I'm much too tall for that, so grey flats it is. And of course, I would never go out in public without my nice, old, pretty much pink now scarf.

The meeting starts at ten, but I'm always incredibly early. I'm already sitting in the room and it's only nine. Good thing I brought a book with me.

The door to the room opens and closes and I don't look up from my book. I hear a sigh then a voice that makes me smirk.

"I always forget that you show up to these things so damn early." I lazily look up from my book; making eye contact with his strange and exotic eyes. "What?" He laughs.

"Nothing. Just wondering why you and not your brother is here." I ask him.

"Germany has left this to me. He's busy with other things, but he will be here for tomorrow's meeting."

"Is Italy coming to this meeting?"

"No, she ha-"

"Yeah, he's busy with other things." Prussia j-... Well, I mean he isn't actually Prussia anymore… What should I call him? Germany? Gilbert?... Kaliningrad? Well, whoever, he just rolls his eyes and starts setting papers on the large table.

"You're funny you know that? I wish you'd be as nice to others as you are to me." He smiles at me.

"You think I'm nice to you?"

"Well, I know what you're like at your worst so yes; the way your treating me now is very nice and polite." I just laugh. He seems to be confident today, must be the fact that he won't be alone with me for much longer. I can always get him stuttering and nervous. Not to mention, he also has this cute reaction to being scared shitless in which he just passes out… It's quite the accomplishment to do that to him.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what is this about? I was told quite little about this meeting… Am I in trouble?"

"What do you think?" I think yes I am in trouble, but that would incriminate me now would it…

"I think that this will be like a UN meeting except its not and I wasn't told much about it because you don't seem to like me very much."

"You got that right."

"What? That you don't like me?"

"No, that this is just like a UN meeting except its not."

"Aww, so Prussia does like me?" His facial expression is interesting. He seems to like to be called Prussia.

"No, Prussia doesn't like you… But, Gilbert can stand you when you are acting reasonable." I laugh. The door opens again and reveals Canada.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting people here already." She says softly. Has everyone just forgotten my arrival habits? Or, is this her form of small talk? Telling us something that isn't true… She walks over to me and sits next to me. Out of all the other European and American countries she is my favorite. Well, I mean, I guess I like America but I like him in a bad way not a friend way… Yea… Not a friend way.

"Aww, you're not going to sit by me?" Prussia says playfully.

"You can always come over here if you want, Gilbert." I smirk at him, I've noticed that he's been standing at the opposite side of the table, maybe he isn't as confident as I thought he was… Germany isn't here, so maybe he feels a little unsafe. I could laugh to myself but I don't… I'm suddenly a little conscious about it, thanks America.

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I close the door behind me quite harshly but I don't storm away, no, I walk leisurely toward the stairs.

"Very professional Russia to just walk out of a meeting like that." I smirk and keep walking. I knew he was going to come after me. I start making my way up the stairs until about on the second floor a hand grabs my wrist. I look at America with a glare.

"I'm sorry America that I don't like to be in places where I am so obviously not welcomed. I do not appreciate being ganged up on by the 'morality' police of the world." I pull my wrist away from him and ascend the last set of stairs quickly. He follows me.

"Maybe if you wouldn't meddle in the affairs of others we would try and have better relations with you."

"I don't meddle in your affairs."

"You're lying." I stop walking down the hall and turn to face him.

"You are the worst. You slander my name, my people, my government and country so effortlessly and without remorse. You are causing others to start handling relations with me with more caution, and, you have the audacity to follow me out here and tell me I'm the one who meddles in affairs."

"It's not slander if it's true." My jaw tightens and it takes just about every ounce of modern day 'civil-ness' to make my hand stay by my side and not meet his face.

"You have absolutely no proof."

"Oh? I don't? Are you sure about that?" I bite the inside of my cheek and turn around, I need to get away from him or this won't end well… And he knows that… That's why he's still following me. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him to. I get to my room and try and open it quickly but he puts his hand on the door effectively shutting it.

"Alfred are you sure you want to go down this road right now?" My voice is low and stern.

"Hell yea I'm going there. It's my job to make sure y-"

"You have no such job that makes sure of anything. You are like a child, you are no one's hero but your ow-" I'm silenced by his lips… Oh how this happens… Oh how fighting always turns into this…. Oh how I love it… The kiss is far from gentle or soft; it is bruising and rough as both of us are trying to establish ourselves as the dominant one. The elevator door opens and we both pull apart from each other so fast. . . . It's only some humans… We both look at each and he smiles a bit.

"Hope you liked the flowers." He says and starts walking away.

He sent them?. . .

What is up with his and China's recent affection towards me?