Warnings:: Fem!Russia, France being France more later than now really, and...I'll post more as it continues...never know when plot bunnies will come.

Okay, first story up. I have written before, but this is my first post. No flamers, especially if it's just a flame with no way to help me improve. This was not Beta'd or revised with anything more that spell check... as for that Spanish and other languages that pop up, I'm in Spanish I but that is it, so don't be afraid to correct me, kay.

"Que!" Antonio, or the personification of Spain screamed. Spain then decided to glare at his so called friends. Francis, France, and Prussia, Gilbert, Looked at him expenctantly.

"La Russe has yet to feel the joy of the Latin based languages." Francis explained, "So I am giving the job of letting her experience that joy to you."

"Por que?" Spain asked

"Spain," Prussia said, "I can't and the frenchie is determined, so that leaves you"

"Cher Espagne," France chimed in after that "I still have to give Angleterre that joy." Francis sighed, "He can be so stubborn..."

Spain glared at his friends as he walked off. No he couldn't deny it, because it was given out in challenge format the first time. France had said 'I bet you can't teach Russia Spanish.' meaning he was being challenged, so it was accept the challenge or have to pay for their drinks next time they went out. Spain still started to wonder if there was any way he could get out of this...

Before he knew it he was in front of the large and intimidating house. Spain stared at it a while before knocking. When Russia didn't answer immediately Spain considered making a run for it, but Antonio was soon confronted with the tall Russian woman.

"Privet, comrade Spain." Russia said as she saw Spain standing on her door step. Anya was very interested in why Spain was here, for no one visited her without reason.

"H-hola Russia." Spain stuttered at Russia.

"Is Spain here to be one with Mother Russia?" Anya asked, smiling and tilting her head to the side.

"N-no." It was the typical reply to her question, so it didn't faze Anya.

"Do not worry, all will be one with Russia one day~." Anya sang, "but why is Spain here?"

"A-ah..." how was he supposed to tell Russia that he was supposed to teach her Spanish...

"Da~" Russia urged

"I wanted to...ah...teach you my language as...as...as..." Spain was trying to figure out a reason, "as a sign of friendship."

"If that is the case then I shall teach you Russian as well, da?" Russia smiled in her usual way. "I shall take you to my 'education' room." She said as she pulled Spain into her home and dragged him into a room that was by her kitchen. Spain was then shoved unceremoniously into the dark, windowless room. Anya was about to enter when, rather randomly, a Russian song played.

"Letit moya dusha

Na krasnyi svet, na chernyi den',

Solnca belyi shar -

Zakryl na mne ot kryl'ev ten'.

ey, nu kak ty mog, moy AngelOK?"

"Hm..." Russia hummed and pulled out her phone. She looked at the text and smiled. "Matvey wishes me to join him for a Hockey game." Anya murmured. "We can attend to this matter later, Spain" She told him before shutting the door behind her as she left.

"Por que yo?" Spain asked no one as he sat down, not able to see much of anything.

Nakita~First Hetalia Fic people. Please don't flame, I'm good with criticism if you want to help, but if you don't like it, stop reading...There will be more and I know it's short.