Anime/manga: Axis Powers Hetalia, APH

Genre: Adventure, family

Characters: Russia, America (no pairings)

*Italics are meant to signify that the language spoken is Russian*

~I don't own Hetalia but the idea for this story was mine so… enjoy

A One Way Ticket to Papaville

Chapter 3

"Hey Mr. President! What's up? Did ya miss me?" America spoke into his cell phone loudly cringing as he noticed his voice quiver a bit.

"Hello Alfred. I thought I told you to call me right after you landed in Moscow. Wait… Are you alright? You don't sound quite… as cheerful as you normally are." A hint of suspicion leaked into the President's voice. Knowing America as well as he did he assumed the American had stopped for burgers, built snow men and made snow angels before it even occurred to him to go to the meeting and call his boss.

"Psssh… y-yeah I'm totally okay. So is T-Tony he's at a museum so d-don't worry"

'Damn it; stop stuttering you're not Mattie!'

"Of course I'm fine but uh… there'sawomangivingbirthinIvan'slivingroom" America quickly laughed into the phone while pacing the small lavish guest room.

"Sorry what was that you said Alfred?" The President's stern voice told Alfred he was not going to stop questioning until he was told of the situation.

"Okay fine, fine. Just don't freak out when I tell you." He sighed before he continued. "So there's a woman giving birth in the commies- I mean Ivan's living room… hehe you know the usual"

Silence filled the room as America waited for the President to respond.

"What? Alfred is that really going on there? Tell me now and I'll get you a flight out of there but more importantly did she find out about your kind or is she just a citizen?" the President frantically questioned.

"It's FINE just chill. I'll call when all this all cools down now can tell the girls not to give mochi America any caffeine after eight and no scary movies." America warned sitting down on his temporary bed. The view was absolutely beautiful but it's not like he'd ever tell the monster that plus the guy was enough of a creep.

"Be safe Al. Just don't do anything stupid. Goodbye." With that the President hung up on the upset nation still worrying about his well being.

"Bye bye" he muttered as he plopped completely on the bed. Man how do people deal with this every day? The screams of Varvara still echoed in the halls as America lifted himself off the bed and peeked out the door.

He'd never had to witness the birth of any of his states since they sort of just popped up randomly and then his government would give them over to him. This however was just too surreal for him so he began to sort after Russia for some comfort (not that he'd ever admit it).

"Alfred we need you down here, you too Vanya" the voice of the once soft spoken Ukraine boomed from down the stairs gaining the male nations attention.

"Coming down in a sec" he quickly pushed up Texas again and sped for the stairs.

"-Дa I understand what you're saying boss. She is doing fine from what I'm told from Katyusha. Yes I will sign the treaty papers once this ordeal is dealt with and then I will personally meet with the spy. Дa. Goodbye then." Russia hung up the phone in his office and calmly walked over to the door. He was surprised to see America on the floor before him.

"It's not polite to eavesdrop on people's private conversations little Fredka" he pulled the American up by his signature bomber jacket and continued down the hallway to the stairs.

"I wasn't! Heroes don't eavesdrop and anyway it's not like I speak gibberish so yeah" America retorted as he yanked his arm away and followed the Russian down the stairs.

"Vanya I need you to get some more water, make sure it's warm not burning. Alfred I need you to help by going to the cabinet on your right and getting out the emergency kit." Ukraine ordered as she concentrated on her hands as she held onto the infants protruding head. Belarus still held onto Varvara's hand while mopping up the sweat she was emitting. Poor Varvara was obviously in so much pain and by the looks of the amount of blood that was on the floor and couch she was also very weak.

"Wow is it, that's a head… whoa cool" America commented in a hyper tone as he turned towards the cabinet that Ukraine had mentioned only to see a huge crate. He easily picked it up noticing it weighed more than it looked and placed it next to Ukraine.

"Good Mrs. Nikolayevich I'll need you to push as hard as you can now" Belarus handed the panting blonde a small towel and placed it in her mouth.

A loud muffled scream rose from the woman followed by absolute silence. By this time Russia had returned with the warm bucket of water and some more towels he found in some cabinets.

He watched in amazement as the child fell into the waiting arms of his elder sister. A long string still connected him or her (Russia wasn't sure yet of the gender) to the mother.

"Miss, hey, miss you finally popped your baby out… hey are you okay?" America began to shake Varvara slowly trying to rouse any sort of response. After a few minutes of trying without any fruit, panic set in and he began to violently shake the unconscious blonde woman.

He jumped at Belarus who stood a few meters away asking hysterically if Varvara would be fine. His only response was a blank stare as Belarus gently placed her index and middle fingers on the jugular of the new mother's neck. Seconds passed as the ash blonde nation checked her other veins only to shake her head notifying the American that no pulse could be found, she was dead.

"Here hold her for now. I'll cut the cord and then we can see what he can do for the mother." She held out a bundle wrapped in a thick warm blanket towards the ever childish looking nation.

She quickly opened the case and shifted through the wooden crate until she came upon a pair of very sharp scissors. She carefully cut through the rubbery string of the umbilical cord unable to stop the tears from falling anymore. Sobbing she cut the cord after two tries and heard the baby begin to wail uncontrollably spitting up gunk.

"Ah Katyusha what exactly should I do with her?" Russia held the baby closer without any knowledge as to what his elder sister expected him to do with the child while she saved the

Varvara. He slowly began to rock the baby in his arms hushing the cries of the baby. It didn't matter anyway since he wasn't answered since Ukraine was too busy fishing around the crate for paddles since America's earlier attempts at CPR was unsuccessful.

"Clear" bolts of electricity hit the woman as she jolted on the couch. No response was made so she waited ten seconds before she sent another bolt into Varvara. Still by the fifth try nothing changed there was no pulse and no breath. Putting down the warm paddles she began to scream and sob uncontrollably in disappointment that the woman she'd tried so hard to save had just died.

America turned away from his spot behind Ukraine letting a single tear fall from his ocean blue eyes. He began to walk towards Russia who was still pace with the whining, squirming child lying comfortable in his arms. Shaking his head the American approached the large Russia then looked down sadly. Understanding what the gesture meant Russia stopped pacing and released a sigh he hadn't known he was holding.

"Do you mind holding the child? I will go consol Katyusha and Natalia" He walked away leaving the two there both tearing up. Soon after Russia left the child began to screech and cry all over again flailing her arms about.

America looked down at the little child in his arms and began to rock the child slowly and quietly just as Russia had done earlier. He too was upset that after all their efforts the woman had passed but he felt even worse for the baby who will grow up without a mother. He knew what it felt like since he'd never had one either only England who was almost never there. He didn't want her to feel the sadness and loneliness he'd endured as a child.

"It's okay little one no one's gonna hurt ya so just calm down. I'm the hero so I'll protect you" he croaked unable to stop his own tears from falling. Interestingly as soon as America began to speak the child stopped her racket and instead took to sniffling and whimpering.

"I-I-I… K-KILLED her. It's m-m-my fault she died!" Ukraine sobbed out as Russia held her in a tight bear hug. He had no real experience on comforting others but he'd seen things like this occur plenty of times on the television so he had to try something.

"It wasn't your fault big sister. I was there the whole time and I saw how you did everything in your power, everything you could have possibly done for the woman" Belarus surprisingly answered walking into the kitchen. She stayed behind to cover up Varvara with some blankets to cover her until the paramedics arrive. "Don't cry! We need to be strong for the little one.

Now come on, a child should not be able to care for another one" she spat out as she pulled Ukraine away from Russia.

"Does s-she have any f-family we can return her b-body and child to? She shouldn't have her child grow up a-alone" Ukraine said sadly as she wiped away her tears.

"No she does not. From what she has told me she only had her husband and brother but they are both recently deceased" Russia answered bowing his head in sympathy as he led his sisters back into the living room.

"So what will we do with the baby girl? We can't entrust her to an orphanage. I-I wouldn't forgive myself if we do" Ukraine quickly replied hugging her brother's arm tightly. Russia understood how she felt knowing that the child would probably be placed in a foster home or one of the poor orphanages where she'd be neglected.

"Big sister what would you suggest then?" Belarus turned to her unsure of what she could have wanted for the child. There wasn't much of a choice at the moment.

"-sleep little one 'cuz when you open your eyes everything'll be alright" America was on the floor by the buckets of water Russia brought in cleaning off the child. His eyes shone in sadness and something else unknown to Russia. The child didn't fuss when the wet rag passed across her skin instead she giggled tiredly trying to grab his hand.

"Um… Katyusha, Natalya am I truly seeing this or is the vodka finally getting the best of me?" The three blinked and cautiously walked over to the young nation and newborn.

"Alfred are you-" Ukraine was interrupted by loud sirens approaching the mansion. The sound started off as nothing but a weak echo turning into a booming alarm making the newborn cry out in panic.

"Ah! Um, it's okay, it's okay. Ivan can you hold her for a sec?" America held out the now clean bundle to the nation closest to him and began to take off his tee shirt. He took the shirt and wrapped it around the child to keep her warm. Everyone kept quiet as America bought the child closer. Suddenly the door was being harassed by the knocking of frantic paramedics and policemen. With a nod it was decided that Belarus was to go and open the door.

"You're late" she deadpanned as she opened the door allowing entrance into the house. The men stared at her wide eyed noticing the blood on her flowing blue dress and white apron. Upon noticing their stunned expressions Ukraine walked over to lead them in. The men were even more worried as they took in the amount f blood covering the teary eyed nation.

"She died giving birth but her b-baby survived. F-follow me…" she turned walking over to the living room in time to see Russia take off his jacket and placing it over America's slumped shoulders. The paramedics rushed into the room and automatically bee lined to the deceased Varvara feeling for a pulse but sadly not finding one.

"How long has she been dead? Did you try to revive her?" two paramedics kneeled besides Varvara checking her skin noticing the burns from the paddles.

"She died about half an hour ago and yes we tried CPR but when that didn't work we used the paddles without any luck" Ukraine answered holding back her tears and successfully spoke without a stutter.

"You did well Miss-" the brunette paramedic started raising an eyebrow

"My name is Yekaterina but you may call me Katyusha if you want" Ukraine blushed looking away.

"Are you a doctor Miss Katyusha" the blonde paramedic questioned skeptically looking Ukraine up and down.

"No but I received training in my younger days and I've helped a couple of friends during their births" she then remembered the child and frowned. "Um… w-what will become of the baby girl? The mother has no family and the father is dead."

"We will take her to the hospital and run some tests to see if she is healthy then put her in an orphanage." the blonde replied emotionlessly as he helped lift the lifeless body in the black bag brought in with a stretcher.

Ukraine stood staring at Varvara's face until Belarus led her away. The brunette zipped up the bag slowly and nodded for the blonde paramedic to take her away.

"NO! Don't touch her. Yo Ivan tell this lady to give her back, she doesn't wanna go away. IVAN!" screamed America as a young woman with bright gray eyes and dirty blonde hair came up to him moving in to grab the baby. This angered the American causing him to hold the baby closer and scaring her into a hysterical bawl.

"Calm down Alfred you are making a scene and frightening the child. Do not "freak out" now you claim to be a "hero" Дa? Then save the child and allow her to be checked on." Russia replied tiredly placing a comforting hand on America's shoulder.

In a moment of amazing silence America held the baby out carefully towards the woman turning and throwing himself at Russia. Understanding the emotion the large blonde nation wrapped an arm around the crying nation in an attempt to pacify the annoying child of a nation. From the sobbing he could only make out a few words which he interpreted as America feeling so useless and horrible for the orphaned child.

"Fredka please seize your crying. The child will be fine and if worse comes to play and she is placed under the care of the government I can arrange for reports of her growth to be sent to you" Russia reasoned as he gently rubbed circles on the sniffling nation's back.

He thought it was too usual that the normally obnoxious and proud America would be reduced to an open, emotional child at the moment. He noticed absently that the blue eyed nation blushed at the old nickname from the years before the cold war and how he seemed to calm down after that.

"~sniff~ Fine but I wanna follow her to the hospital and stay there until they find someone for her to live with 'kay? ~sniff~" America's blue eyes looked up at the Russia still watering from the tears. Those eyes would probably be the only thing that could rival the blueness of Varvara and the child's eyes. It shone with the determination and hope his country was so famous for.

Russia merely nodded opting not to speak as he followed the paramedics into the van outside. Ukraine and Belarus declined the offer to join them opting to stay behind and answer the police's questions. Well at least Ukraine did so willingly but Belarus stayed after some persuading and threatening. The trip to come was not one Belarus would appreciate.

AN: I'm so glad people have been responding and I hope this is okay. Anyway I'm just glad since today's my birthday and everyone is at my beckoning call… YAY! Oh the fun I'll have today .