I actually couldn't think up much for a party at Russia's without getting Italy severely injured... Sorry but I don't want to hurt Italy. He's too cute 3 And Doitsu would be angry with me. So be content with thoughts of Russia nursing Iceland back to health! ... I wonder how that's working out.

I don't own Hetalia. Unless I'm a Japanese man in disguise. With a lot of historical knowledge. I did surprisingly horrible in history for a hetalia fan.

A small, shivering Baltic nation approached the large man in the scarf. "Umm… R-Russia." he stuttered. "You… Y-you have some vi-visi-sitor. Th-they want t-to throw you a p-party…" Latvia wasn't very sure why some one would want to throw Ivan a party but the loud guests downstairs had said something about Prussia and … what's-his-name being busy at the moment.

Ivan's child-like face brightened. "A party for me?" he asked, "Has the world decided to become one?"

Latvia was scared to reply. He could already hear the 'kol kol kol's. "I-I umm… yo-you sh-should go s-s-s-see…?"

"Da, good idea Latvia." Russia smiled and proceeded to skip(?) downstairs to the family room in which Antonio, Feliciano and Lovino awaited him.

An eruption of cheers were emitted when Russia entered the room. "Party for Russia!! Party for Russia!!" Spain and North Italy shouted. Romano joined in half-heartedly and from a distance away from the grinning Russia,

"You wish to become one, da?" Russia asked, excitedly. Oh, this would be so fun! Now where was his pipe?

"Ve… Sorry Russia but Belarus made us promise not to become one with you when we came within 15 kilometers of your land… Unless she marries you first. Belarus says that would make her very happy~"

Russia shuddered. His little sister had ruined all his fun! But he might still be able to use the pipe. The more Ivan thought about it the wider his smile grew. "Kol kol kol kol!"

"Lovi, I'm scared!" whined Spain. Now the three knew why no one threw Russia parties.

Just as Russia had managed to locate his pipe, a scratching noise came from behind his front door, which was obviously stronger than Prussia and Canada's door. "Brotheeer!!" came an ominous murmuring. "We're here for the party! It must be our pre-marriage party."

Another voice came threw the door along with a strange 'boing' sound. "Yes brother, we're very excited for the party!" A 'boing' was heard as Ukraine moved. "Oh, a text from Hungary…"

Lithuania opened the door to allow the sisters inside. "Hello brother!" Belarus immediately drew closer to Russia with a knife in hand in case anyone dared move towards her precious brother.

"Katyusha ((that's her human name, right?))" Estonia enquired politely, "Your face is very red. Is something wrong?"

"Oh… umm… I…" the bodacious woman looked for the right words to speak. It wasn't everyday the Hungary sent her such explicit pictures through text. "Umm… Hungary sent me a text message. It… it would seem Canada and Prussia are… becoming one?"

"Kol kol kol kol kol kol kol kol kol kol…"

"Does this make you unhappy brother? I will go fix the problem as a wedding present." Belarus looked quite deranged, holding the knife with the point upright, ready to slash anyone and anything that displeased her brother.

Russia would have answered until he realized that with all this partying he had forgotten about Iceland. He had been nursing the sick nation back to health. Or at least his version of nursing some one back to health. "I must check on Icealnd. Carry on with the party. We will become one later, da?"

Latvia felt sympathy for the unfortunate Nordic nation, although whenever he talked to the Icelandic man he assured Latvia that Russia was enjoyable. That just made the small nation shiver more.

Belarus looked ready to go kill Iceland but Ukraine distracted her. "Sister, why don't we go congratulate Canada on his relationship with Prussia?" The blonde asked. "That means another two nations that won't marry brother." Katyusha smiled, knowing her sister's weakness.

Natalia's face broke into a some-what-smile. Not really a smile, but not a blank look. It translated as Belarus being happy. "Yes. We must assume that they have a very, very long relationship… They must never part from each other. Otherwise I might be tempted to cut them both…"

-x-

Canada and Prussia were cuddled on their couch, watching some video about Japan's newest up and coming manga. For some reason the characters looked oddly like them when they had been walked in on for the first time…

'Probably Hong Kong,' Matthew thought darkly, 'He's always been sneaky. And he lives close enough to Japan. It's probably that camera he got for his birthday…'

This time, the door didn't even burst open. Instead, it fell to the ground when Belarus and Ukraine came within a meter of it. It was as if the poor door was saying "Please! Not again!! I don't want to be punched/hit with a frying pan/pelted with tomatoes again!!"

"Comrade-Matvey…?" Ukraine called, her chest making their customary 'boing, boing' sounds. "Your door… it fell."

Matthew and Prussia turned their head tiredly. "Yes, it's been doing that a lot lately."

Ukraine started to speak. "Well we just came to say that we're glad you've got together and we hope that you-"

"Get married!! Married, married, married… Far away from my brother…" Natalia interrupted. Her knife scraped against the wall, peeling away the cream coloured paint.

"Hey Belarus!!" snapped Prussia, "You're ruining Matt's awesome paint job! … Shouldn't you be stalking Russia or something anyways?"

Natalia pouted and she ripped the knife from the wall with ease. Matthew 'eeped'. He was very scared of the long-haired woman coming towards them. Said woman replied sadly, "Brother is focusing his attention the party and on Iceland right now… Not to worry. When he is done healing him I shall-"

"Ah! Sister! Why don't we go now?" Ukraine almost shouted.

"I was getting to the good part…" Images of the Nordic's intestines draped around her room and his lungs on the self above her desk filled her mind. The Belarussian woman smiled gleefully. "Perhaps we should go… I have much to do…" His nervous system would make a nice scarf.

The two women left, although the front entrance still remained open.

"We're getting a new door tomorrow." Prussia decided aloud.

-x-

"Ve, we should smash the piñata now!" Italy smiled and cheered. All the nations were now wearing pointed party hats and decorations were sprawled every where. "Latvia! You should do it! Latvian spirit!!" Spain cheered as well while cuddling Romano on Russia's couch. "Go Latvia!! Use your inner strength!!"

The shaky, now blond-folded, nation stepped towards the piñata with the baseball bat in hand. "O-okay…" Latvia swung the bat up and smashed it down upon the bright, sunflower shaped piñata. Candy flew in all directions over the Baltics, Italians and Spain.

"Yay! Yay! Yay!!" shouted Spain and Italy, both jumping up with joy. "Parties are so much fun!! Good job Latvia! So strong, ve~" cried Italy. "Let's collect candy!!"

The nations all dove to the floor, collecting their favourite candies. "Starbursts!!" "Skittles!!" "KitKats!" where all shouts that could be heard for the next few minutes.

"We're home!" called Ukraine. "Matvey and Prussia are doing well. Though their house has probably seen better days…"

"I must now find Iceland…"