Hey, everyone, It's me again! ;) I looked back on to the last article and noticed the link might not have shown up, so, instead just type this into google!

Shout wiki, hetalia, Monaco

It should be the first link

Enhoy the chapter!


I stopped next to my boss's closed door, straitening myself out before knocking on the door, waiting until I heard I quiet "Come in." I waited a few seconds, then slowly opened the door, waiting until I heard Sebastian turn the corner, almost colliding right into me, then stopping, putting his hands on his knees and panting a few seconds before sputtering "Man, your fast," I smiled, putting my arm out in a gesture for him to walk into the room. He almost had to drag himself inside, and I look down the empty hallway, hearing pounding steps just about to turn the corner, smiling to myself before shutting the door and "accidently" hitting France in the face the second before he raced into the room. Sitting at a desk like throne, sat the Prince of Monaco, his head buried in the papers, writing things down on a separate pad next to him. We both sat in the arm chairs across from his desk, waiting for him to notice us. Francis burst into the room, fuming, silently cursing me under his breath. The prince finally looked up from his papers to the three of us, Francis standing in the corner, his face redder then one of Spain's tomatoes, Sebastian sitting there nervously, and I irritated that he interupted Sebastian and me. Finally after addressing each other with our formal greetings, the prince sat back down in his chair, and suddenly his face got real serious, with a flash of guilt mixed in. He looked up, straighten himself out and looked into my eyes, then muttered in a completely flat voice "In order to gain better relations, along with another source of income, since unfortunately, France's is not enough.." he stopped for a second looking at Francis's astonished face, mouthing out a quick 'I'm so sorry" before continuing what he was saying "I have decided...To let Russia become an ally with Monaco, therefore, I want you to spend time with Russia himself, so that we may be in his good reverences when time comes to break off our relations with him."

I could feel the walls of my mind collapsing onto each other, and everything seemed to get fuzzy as I tried to grasp the handle of the situation. I have seen Russia at the world meeting before, usually sitting by himself, with his sisters, or even sometimes on top of Canada, whom he never even seemed to notice was there in the first place. I heard that he tortured any country staying at his house, and that his family was nuts, having a bipolar older sister, and a younger sister that actual wanted to marry him! I knew that behind his cute exterior, he was a cruel and evil ...wait a minute, I stopped myself 'Did I actual just call him cute?' the thought made me shiver to the bone.

Suddenly I was aware of a soft sniffling coming from the chair next to me, tears falling down the boy's chin. I couldn't help as a small smile edged onto my lips, as I stood up, walked over to the boy and wrapped my arms around him whispering "Sebby" my special little nickname for him. He then burst into tears, leaning his head into my shoulder, with me trying to calm him down, finding it only made him cry harder. I loved how big of a crybaby he was, usually bursting out into tears whenever someone was mad at him, especially me, or if he heard something even remotely sad. Francis, finally recovering from the shock of the prince's words, walked up to him, and spat out every dirty word that came out of his mind. His anger surprised me a little since he rarely got mad, which really got me realizing how critical the situation was. Tears had begun to spring from my eyes as I tried looking into my future, but only seeing a black abyss, the only thing registering is that whatever the outcome may be, it was probably going to be painful. France, after finally calming down for a second, looking over and seeing my tears, caused him to go into an even blinder rage. He ran to the Prince, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled the prince up to his face, almost screamed the words "WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING? WHY RUSSIA? OUT OF ALL OF THE COUNTRY'S TO FORCE HER ON TO, WHAT IN BLOODY'S NAME MADE YOU THINK OF RUSSIA?"

"Well, Russia had already put up an offer in the past, so I figured that it would be rude not to accept it now that we need help and anyway, your county has not been doing as well as...," and before any of us could respond, France pulled his arm back and punched the Prince straight in the face, letting go of his collar so that he could collapse on the floor.

"Francis!" both me and Sebastian yelped.


Who knew that Francis could be so passoniate and caring about his little sister?

Francis *raises hand very slowly*

Me: *Scowl* No one cares about you Francis!

JK! Lovez Francis ;)

Ready for the next chapter, da?

P.S Also, I would like to state for a fact, All will one day become apart of Mother RUssia XD

So there's no use fighting it!

(Actual author walks in)

"What are you doing here Russia...?"

"Uh...Nothing, da..."

*Runs out of room*

Uhhh... that was...strange... Have the next chapter ready in a minute.