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America was having a good day. It was made better by leaving her phone off. If her boss needed her, he'd send her an e-mail. She hadn't bothered to check her phone messages after she got off the plane. Some of the texts she'd received before take off had been... well... a little disturbing. Some were perverted, some were tactical (those she vaguely paid attention to), and some were people calling her a 'colossal ass'. That one must have been from England. She'd dropped the big announcement only two days ago, and now her home phone was constantly ringing. Some nations had viewed her words as 'utterly deplorable' so there were some threats mingled in with a vague reproach of why she wouldn't consider 'them'. Well, if you had to threaten a gal to get her to notice you, it was already a problem now, wasn't it?

Besides, after boss had taken her to the side and explained to her that 'marrying' the nations would be like a very strong alliance. America had been even more certain this was the correct thing to do. Though France's text about 'getting into bed' with someone had been really stupid. Nations got into bed with each other all the time. Everyone slept on their side, sure some drooled, but that happened. And, usually they had a great time so America didn't understand why he kept stressing the point. France just kept sending more texts before she left on her way back home about beds and being bound.

Eh.

Anyway, she'd been forced to give China a list of people she'd 'Slept with'. It wasn't really that long. Sure, she'd slept over at China's place before, and Japan's. Oh, and England of course. Australia as well. There were a few others. She'd visited many countries. However, she hadn't slept in bed with most of them so her list was a little on the small side.

It had appeared to have surprised China. America couldn't figure out why. She liked her place and was more than happy to have people come to her, or vice versa. Her land was beautiful, why would she want to leave often?

Some countries were so darn confusing.

Ring. Ring.

There went another call she wasn't going to answer.

Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring.

"Hello, you've reached the answering machine of AMERICA! Please leave a message after the beep."

Beep.

"A-America? This is... well, Lithuania. Could you call me back at your earliest convenience? Okay... goodbye."

Her sky blue eyes glance over at the answering machine which was bordering on full. Hm, she'd have to listen to them all soon enough. She could do that... or... she could take a moment.

So, she set about drinking her coffee leisurely. She was partial to French vanilla creamer in the cup these days. Perhaps, she was changing after all. She recalled her days on the front lines, when she'd slammed it back black and hot, praying the trenches to make it just another day. She smiled sadly, glad it had turned out for the best, and idly clicked on her laptop. It was time to check her mail, and get back to work.

Her blue eyes widened, and she adjusted her glasses.

1,498 e-mails. She blanched, looking incredulously at her inbox with wide eyes. She gulped, and stumbled back toward the coffee pot, she hadn't made nearly enough. Not. At. All. Her hands trembled as she scooped more grounds into the filter, and hurriedly filled the pot with some water. She poured the water in, her thoughts spinning around her head.

Oh crap.

She slammed the empty pot back into coffee maker and jammed the button. Soon it was percolating, and America ran a hand through her disheveled hair. She was working from home today, and hadn't seen the need to change out of her night clothes. She favored her red and white striped pajama bottoms with their stars. It was made to look like the American flag, and she did enjoy dressing up in her 'hero' colors. A plain white top completed the set, and she sat down with a heavy sigh. She didn't want to answer so many e-mails.

Ugh. There was not getting by it.

She skimmed the message titles. 'In regard to your proposal'. 'For your Consideration.' 'Clarify Terms?' 'Budget proposal for new fiscal year.' 'Prepare yourself for the Mighty Prussia!' 'Tensions on rise after announcement.' 'Need male enhancement?"

She blinked and laughed at the last one.

A fair amount were concerns that centered around America, and those she read and answered first. Several times she made the short trek from her kitchen table to the coffee pot. The phone continued to ring, thoroughly ignored. She should unplug it... but that was like ten whole steps away from the kitchen. She'd do it later. Hours dragged by, and she took a brief break to make something to eat. Contrary to popular belief, she did not always eat out. Besides, she was attempting to be more fiscally responsible and there simply wasn't money in the budget for McDonalds. Though she would have loved the quick bite, she sighed and dug around the refrigerator for some eggs, cheese, and the bread was on the counter.

Oh, salsa. Score!

She set them on the counter, and looked for her frying pan. She'd make a quick breakfast sandwich. She put the pan on the stove with a little bit of oil, and turned on the burned, humming softly as she gather a bowl from the cupboard for cracking and mixing the eggs.

Ding. Dong.

Hm? America looked up, slightly surprised, she hadn't been expecting visitors today. She set the bowl down and exited the kitchen, heading toward the door. Who could this be? She peered out through the peephole in the door. She'd learned never to just open the door anymore. Not since that rather strange incident with Belgium. She wasn't going into it.

Oh no... it was...

Ding. Dong.

Okay, if she pretended not to be home, he'd just leave right? Right. Okay. Okay. She had this. She had this dude!

Ding. Dong.

Ding. Dong.

Any minute now, he'd give up and walk away.

Ding. Dong. DIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG. DOOOOOONNNNNNG.

She felt her eye twitch, he was going to wear out her doorbell. 'Asshat' she thought unkindly.

Ring. Ring. And there went the phone again. For fuck's sake. She needed to get work done, and then she could goof off. The other nations simply had to understand that. Right?

Ding dong. DIIIIINNNNNG. DOOOOOONNNNG.

Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring.

"Hello, you've reached the answering machine of AMERICA! Please leave a message after the beep."

"Why aren't you answering your phone, you bloody fool?! Do you know, I have half a mind to-"

America had just about had it. She tipe-toped quietly toward the phone and unplugged it. There, some peace and quiet.

Knock. Knock. Ding. Dong. Knock. Knock. Bang! Bang! Bang!

She mentally whimpered, at this rate he was going to break her door down. America sighed heavily. She was not going to avoid him, and he wasn't going to give up, was he? God Damnit. Okay. Fine. She'd only gotten through 400 emails. She still had a ton of work to do. Well, if he was here, it called for bullets. Lots and lots of pretty, shiny, very accurate bullets.

Bang! Bang!

"Amerika!" The familiar tones of Russia boomed through her door. She glared heatedly at the menacing aura she could practically see radiating from the cracks around the door.

"Go away!" She hollered, heading toward the nearest book shelf where she moved a wooden panel that revealed a shot gun. A girl could never be too prepared. She grabbed the nearest box of 100 round 12 gauge ammo. Fuckin' commie bastard had the nerve to come to her front door and-

"Amerika, you come out now, or I will be coming in," he replied in a completely serious voice.

She snorted in an unladylike fashion. "Oh I would love to see you try," she spat through gritted teeth. She cocked the shot gun, training it on the front door.

"We will become one now. Lithuania told me after much... persuasion, what you are up to. You will be my wife. Russia has decided."

She paled and then flushed with rage. Oh. Hell. No. She'd kill him.

"Fuck off!" America shouted gripping the shotgun tighter. "Leave now or I tell Belarus!"

There was a sudden silence. Followed by a vicious string of curses, what exactly he was saying she couldn't tell. Okay, so it wasn't technically true. There had been a time when she and Belarus had been close. But then the Great Depression happened and she couldn't maintain the ties with her. And, Belarus was more inclined to attack America if she brought up her rather concerning obsession with her 'love' Russia.

Oh no. No. No. No. She just had a mental image of the too of them together. Sick! Oh gross. It was stuck. In. Her. Brain. IN HER BRAIN!

She waited. Praying to God it would just go away. Breathe. Breathe. This too shall pass.

It wasn't passing!

"Amerika! You come out now." He sounded impatient, and when Russia lost his temper, bad things happened. Ask anybody.

She could feel her blood boiling. Okay, he wanted her to come out. Fine. She'd do it with about a hundred rounds for the fucker. With one hand she held fast to her weapon, holding it off her hip. If she had to, she'd just aim center of mass. She would not miss at this range. Her other hand unlocked and threw open the door.

The silver-haired bastard had the nerve to still be smiling as she leveled the gun in his face.

"You have three seconds to get the hell of my property before I fill you full of good 'ol America bullets."

Russia didn't even bother to open his eyes. However, America was ready to take this to the next level if he tried something. She would fuck something up.

"Amerika. Impulsive as always I see." He commented in a nearly sing-song tone. As if what he said was absolute fact. Asshole.

She was itching to pull the trigger. He made a move and she braced herself, ready to fend off the giant wall of Russian insanity. All that she saw was an official looking document with her Boss's signature.

You had to be fucking kidding. She grabbed the paper and looked it over. Her eyes always returning to the Russian with an angry growl.

"It only says I have to consider you," she bit out frostily. I do not have to choose you."

"You will." He smiled that creepy way that made her want to go back in her house and dive under the covers of her bed.

She snarled under her breath, noticing that he was staring she braced the shotgun further on her hip as she waited impatiently. His eyes were practically boring through her.

"You should change." He said looking her up and down appraisingly. "We will go on a date now." Russia gestured for her to follow, and she could tell that he actually expected her to do that.

America blinked at him owlishly before breaking out into a laugh that was nearly musical.

"Oh... you can kiss my star-spangled ass!" She said seriously before backing slowly back into her home.

"We will go tomorrow, da? All day. You will be ready." He replied nearly sinisterly.

America scowled at him, and retreated inside. She slammed the door with an angry huff. Commie fucker actually had the nerve to come demand a date. And, he'd managed to make her boss agree to it! She couldn't stand Russia!

Ugh. He'd looked at her so...weird. She needed more coffee for this. She trudged back into the kitchen, shaking in repressed rage as she unloaded her shotgun before slamming it on the counter top. She threw out the old filter, and started shoveling more grounds into a new filter.

"Fuckin commie bastard," she growled lowly. "Who does that bastard think he is?"

She had to stop herself form emptying the whole canister of coffee into the damn machine. She just get some water and-

Did she smell smoke?

America sniffed delicately. Huh. It really smell like smoke... what in the world?

Her blue eyes widened comically as she yelped.

Damnit! She'd left the stove on! The smoke was all but billowing off of the over-heated pan. The oil had actually caught on fire. She hastily ran down the hallway to her closet. She tossed a ton of junk out of her way, swearing a blue streak until she found her fire extinguisher. She valiantly, in true hero fashion, charged back and began to spray the contents of the extinguisher all over her stove.

It went out without much fuss, but she was pissed. Russia had ruined her kitchen! She'd need to get a new stove and she was still hungry!

Throwing the extinguisher to the side, she threw her hands up in frustration. For crying out loud! The burnt mess reminded her of England. She should call him. She'd been avoiding him, concerned that she might have gone a tad overboard at the meeting.

Ah well, Iggy would forgive her.

She wandered back to her bedroom and grabbed her phone. She flopped onto the bed as she turning it on. The phone chimed at her, powering on and establishing a connection. America waited, her golden hair fanning behind her as she calmed the fury that threatened to overwhelm her at Russia's cockiness.

It buzzed, alerting her to missed calls. 242. She blushed. Did no one have anything else to do than call her? Then again, it wasn't exactly their fault, she supposed, she did come out there and state she was looking for someone to marry her. More or less. Her phone practically buzzed out of her hands as the texts flooded her poor, already abused phone.

The last, and final one was from-

Her phone started ringing. That was it. She gave up. She answered.

"Hey, what's up Dude? This is America." She tried to sound cheerful, but it fell a little flat.

"America?! Finally! I have been calling ALL day." An annoyed voice responded.

"Austria?" The woman asked in true surprise. "What are ya calling me for?"

"I am trying to warn you," he snapped in a prissy manner.

"Warn me?" She asked growing concerned.

"Yes, you must leave quickly. He's crazy and he is coming to get you." Austria said with a near wail in his words.

"Ugh," she frowned gently... he must be talking about Russia. "You don't need to worry dude, he was just here."

"He was?!"

She pulled away from the loud shouting.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she huffed with irritation. "He just demanded we go on a date." Fucking commie bastard.

"... that was all?" Austria asked very surprised.

America looked at the phone, making a face. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure that was all."

"I was so worried. Normally Prussia is-"

"Prussia?" She parroted in confusion. "Don't you mean Russia?"

"Russia was there? Wow. I had not expected that. Where was I-?"

"Prussia?"

"Oh yes. Run. Run now!"

America felt a shiver run up her spine. She rolled onto her stomach. Her eyes glanced out the window out of reflex.

There was Prussia looking at her through the window, as if he were about to eat her.

"Oh..." she said, nearly shrieking.

America gave a nervous smile, and waved awkwardly.

"America?! America?!" Austria's voice floated to her ears.

She put the phone to her ear. She swallowed quickly. "Hey Austria. You know what you were warning me about?"

She could only stare as a red rose was held by Prussia, he was knocking on the window pane.

"Let the Great Prussia inside!"

America pushed herself up to her knees, and sat back on her heels. She stared at the other nation in confusion, her head tilted to the side. What was he doing here?

Something had Prussia flushing as he stared back at her.

"Yes," Austria replied as if America were a small child.

"Yeah," she said slowly, "he's here." She hung up the phone to the distressed cries of Austria.

She crawled a little closer to the window, watching Prussia as he grinned in delight. What the hell was wrong with countries ending in 'Ussia?' She cautiously moved off the bed, taking small steps closer, her eyes landing on the rose. Well, it was rather pretty. She hadn't expected gifts. He had come all this way, and she'd opened the door to Russia. She could be nice to Prussia.

Unsurely, she unlatched the window, and lifted it just a few inches.

"The Great Prussia has arrived!" He declared cockily as his eyes looked predatorily upon her.

"Yeah, dude, I can see you." She replied confused.

Prussia appeared to flounder for words. His eyes narrowed on her.

"Do I smell smoke?" He asked, looking over her.

America laughed, her previous anger forgotten. "Prussia?"

"Great Prussia," he corrected with a leer.

She grinned. "Whatever. Look, I'm hungry. You wanna go out and eat?" she asked cordially, her large blue eyes watched him with amusement sparkling in the depths.

Prussia returned the smile with a wolfish twist. "I can agree to that."

"Great, let me change and we will go."

His red eyes widened. "I'll wait here," there was a fiendish look on his face.

America laughed again. "Whatever floats your boat, darlin'." Her Texas twang coming out.

Prussia looked very happy with the turn of events. Right until America shut the window, locked it, and drew the curtain.