Features Russian 'Brothers' Meaning MaleUkraine! and MaleBlearus! But still MaleRussia!

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It hadn't been the best day.

However, it hadn't been her worse by far. Dear Lord there had been days where she'd barely held herself together. This was not such a day.

She should have been grateful.

And, yet, other nations were looking at her. America didn't understand why. The whispers had started last meeting, and England had been strangely nice to her. Even Spain and Canada had been attempting to coax her into a friendly poker game with Morocco. She'd politely refused, because she was busy.

Contrary to popular belief she did not just goof off all day. Geez.

Still, America felt that something was off.

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"I'm so sorry America," Slovakia said to her one morning as she was getting ready to wow the world meeting with her newest ideas.

Her blue eyes glanced up in confusion, her coffee halfway to her mouth.

"Ummm... what?"

Slovakia dipped his head closer toward her, looking concerned. "We heard. I am sorry about what happened."

She shut her mouth and put her cup on the conference table. Her face blank as her mind whirled in confusion.

Sorry? What were they sorry for? What had they heard?

Oh lord, please let this not be about the Christmas party mishap.

She blinked at Slovakia. No, he didn't look angry enough. Hm...Maybe this was another thing that didn't translate well into English? That happened frequently. The first time she and Russia had held a civil conversation, it had taken four different translators to figure out what was actually being said between them.

Then, somehow, one of her words was equated to 'betrayer' and things between them had never been the same since. No amount of trying to bridge the gap had been welcomed. They were fated to be strangely attracted to trying to get after each other. She glanced over at Russia, a handsome nation -she'd never admit it out loud-, who was staring out the window passively.

Maybe she should ask the Czech republic? He'd tell her... If he was speaking to her this week. Damn. Was he speaking to her this week? She couldn't remember. She knew that Ukraine was more than a little mad at her, and that meant Russia was furious with her. America winced, trying not to frown. Great.

Angry Russia. That was never a good thing. Well, the rest of the world would keep them from each other's throats at the very least. She continued to keep her eyes on Russia, wondering why they kept attacking each other when there was really never any need.

His violet eyes glanced at her. America felt herself blush.

Awesome. She got caught staring. With a heroic effort, she kept herself from twitching. She flicked her gaze to Romania, who was glaring at Russia and then spared her an annoyed look. America jiggled her leg under the table.

Hm, not there.

Her blue eyes wandered to Belarus, who was... staring at Russia. Right okay. That still creeped America out. If Russia had been a girl, that look and behavior would be called aggressive in nearly every freaking country, the way he was overly protective of his 'Big Brother'. America could still recall when Belarus had lived with her.

And that confusing but memorable day in her living room.

The blonde female nation shuddered. Maybe it was more terrifying than memorable...America still could not look at knives the same way. It was like walking in on-

Shit! He was looking at her. Fuck. Okay. Calm down. Calm down.

Alright. Look somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Her eyes landed on Ukraine. The normally sweet male nation was looking at Belarus and Russia. Belarus and Russia were unfortunately, looking at America. Which meant...

Damn it...

Ukraine looked at her and narrowed his eyes for a moment. Before his expression softened and he glanced at Slovakia, who was patiently waiting for America to say something.

Right. She was talking with someone, wasn't she?

America suppressed a nervous chuckle.

Still, Slovakia was watching her. What he thought about her behavior, America likely did not want to know. She cracked a small smile. Crap. Okay. Okay. She had no idea what he was saying or what this was about. What was the correct response?

Wait, that didn't matter. What was the diplomatic response?

"Thank you," America said with a small nod of her head.

Damn. Was that right? She peeked at him, noticing that Slovakia gave her a larger if not encouraging smile in return. That left her with little time to panic over some sort of miscommunication.

It must have been right then. Smiling was good. Smiling was a lot better than someone screaming 'Yankee go home' at her again.

Good. Good.

America reached for her coffee and went back to sipping it.

"If you need to talk," Slovakia offered cordially, "I am here."

Seriously, what the hell was he talking about? Sure, Slovakia was a very warm hearted nation with a lot of good morals and pride... but what the hell was he talking about?! Was this a prank? Did he have those?

That bastard.

But, then again, he might be sincere and think she was in trouble, in which case he was offering her a helpful ear. He was part of the European Union, though she had only established relations with him in 1993. And, his country also participated in the United Nations, North Atlantic Treaty Organization, Euro-Atlantic Partnership Council, Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe. Not to be confused with the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development.

There were times that America wondered who the hell named these things.

If she recalled correctly, Slovakia was also in the International Monetary Fund, World Bank, and World Trade Organization.

Wait... wasn't Slovakia an observer to the Organization of American States?

Yes, yes he was. Though they had not know each other as long, he might actually want to be friendly with her.

America inwardly made an 'awww' noise in her mind. What a sweetheart! Her blue eyes twinkled behind Texas.

"Thank you Slovakia," She said sincerely. "If anything comes up, I'll give you a call."

The male nation nodded with a gentle smile on his attractive features. She beamed at him widely, and gave a soft chuckle.

"Would you... like to sit with me?" Slovakia offered politely. "So you are not alone?"

Oh, how kind of him. She nodded readily, and gathered up her papers. The female nation was careful not to disturb her coffee, she did not want to clean it up off the floor again. England had a fit over it. Well, him and Lithuania.

Speaking of which, where was Lithuania?

America followed Slovakia over to his area.

"Hello Hungary," she said when she saw the other female nation.

"Hello America," the brown-haired nation replied with a slight grin. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," the boisterous nation answered calmly.

Something flashed across Hungary's face briefly. "I am so sorry about what happened America. Are you really alright?"

This again? She must be missing something. America nodded, while she panicked inside. Was there something really important that happened? Or was this some weird interpretation?

"Hm. Thank you. I'm okay, really."

Hungary gave her a sympathetic look.

"Of course you are. You are such a brave little thing."

Okay... was that a pat on her hand? America twitched. She was fine. Did they think she was sick? Maybe that was it. She hadn't been sick in a while, and there was no new declaration that she knew about.

"Hi Poland," America said, trying to turn her attention to the country on the other side of Lithuania.

"Hello America."

Oh God. Poland was being nice to her. He was being nice to her, in front of other nations. Something was disastrously wrong.

Dear Lord above... the zombie apocalypse had happened. Hadn't it? That explained why they were wanting to be friendly. They wanted her to go in with guns a blazin'.

Yeah, everyone made fun of the Americans until guns were needed. She would have to contact her boss and order emergency reinforcements to the borders. With any luck, she could stop the undead from crossing her borders. The WHO had been preemptive with their 'Zombie Preparedness' pamphlet.

She have to try and gather all the national treasures into a vault and-

Her phone buzzed. America politely excused herself and flipped open her phone.

'Stop. It is not a zombie apocalypse- Canada'

Oh. Good. But...

How did he always know when she was thinking about zombies? America froze in place. Tony had warned her about this. Dear Lord, he must have a chip in her brain and-

'I do not have a chip in your brain.-Canada'

HOW was he doing that?! America blinked up and looked at him.

'I'm your sibling. Shut up and sit back down.-Canada

'Go to hell. I do what I want. And stop signing your messages. I can tell who you are by contacts.

But if I stop signing them, you'll know it is an imposter.

Oh! Good point.-The Better Northern Nation. :)

You are such a hosier-Canada

I can't hear you over your constant bitching-The BNN

America!-Canada

Oh Canada!-The BNN

That is not funny.-Canada

And, yet, I find it hilarious.-The BNN

I hate you. -Canada

I love you too bro- The BNN

Still coming over next week? -Canada

Of Course. You want me to bring anything?-The BNN

Germany called for everyone's attention, talking with her brother would have to wait.

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She was pulling all her notes together just after the meeting. Somehow she'd been wrangled into dinner and drinks with Slovakia, Slovenia, Hungary, Poland, Lithuania, and Croatia. She was mulling over exactly what all this meant for her when a shadow fell across the table.

This was getting even weirder.

"You are being so brave America," Bosnia said to her with Herzegovina by his side. The two nations looked at her with sympathetic gazes.

"Uh... thanks?" She replied, pushing Texas upward a little on the bridge of her nose.

"We were surprised you were here today," Herzegovina told her in a kind tone. "I would have thought you would have stayed home."

America shifted, pushing back her chair and moving to stand. Her trade-mark smile was firmly in place.

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Well, what with... you know..." Bosnia interjected looking around and lowering his voice conspiratorially.

She tilted her head to the side and contemplated what made them all seem so strange toward her. No, she had no idea what the hell they were talking about. Sometimes, that was not a new concept. Other times, it was a legitimate 'what the hell' moment.

Like it was...

Right now.

"I'm sorry," America started again, trying not to make a fool out of herself. "But I really have no idea what you are talking about."

Herzegovina exchanged a look with Bosnia, before looking back at her.

"Of course..." Bosnia said, with an expression that clearly stated he thought America was lying.

Oh for crying out loud. What the hell was all this?

"I know that we have not always been overly friendly with you," Bosnia said slowly, "However you do not need to pretend to be fine all of the time."

Okay, now she was even more confused. Did they think she was dying or something? America nearly groaned. Oh God. She hoped they hadn't all been watching her trash shows again. Honey Boo Boo was not an accurate representation of her people!

"Look," America said congenially, "I really-

There was a sudden loud sound to her right as the door to the conference room slammed open quickly. A silver haired male, with a sneer on his lips stared at her.

Oh hell.

"He's trying to kindly inform you that he knows about the fact Ukraine dumped you." Belarus said snidely and with a touch of smugness.

The female nation blinked. Then she blinked again.

What. The. Hell?

America furrowed her brows. Where had she and Ukraine even been dating? Was this about that whole conflict between her and Russia over Ukraine? Because that wasn't fair. Some of the people were pro-Russia and some were Pro-intervention.

And, that had never equated to her dating a nation she was attempting to assist. So where had all this come from?

"Belarus," Herzegovina chided with a hiss.

"What?" Said nation questioned back forcefully. "America is a big nation. She can take the truth."

What truth? This was ridiculous. Whoever thought she'd been dating Ukraine was horrendously misinformed.

America started laughing.

Belarus narrowed his eyes on her. "What is so funny? Finally admitting you're fat?"

She kept laughing.

"Is that what all this is about?" America asked, clutching her sides as another fit of laughed racked her body.

The three male nations exchanged confused glances.

"America... are you alright?" Bosnia asked politely.

"Yeah, dude." The blue-eyed nation said trying to calm herself so she did not burst into more giggles. "But I was never dating Ukraine."

Belarus froze, as did Bosnia. Herzegovina just stared at her.

"Pardon?"

"We were never dating," America said again, dissolving into more laughter. Her cowlick swayed as she shook a little bit. "So as for him dumping me, yeah... that didn't happen."

"You lie." Belarus said with a menacing aura about him.

"Only when I have to," She admitted with ease, "bit right now I am telling the truth."

"You weren't dating?" Bosnia said. "Are you certain?"

America's expression suggested that he was asking a very frivolous question.

"Pretty sure dude."

There was silence between them.

"She's obviously trying to save face," The silver-haired Belarus said definitively. "That is rather pathetic to deny the whole relationship just because he wisely decided to leave you."

America was three steps away from banging her head against the nearby wall. However, then she would have to pay for a new wall, so she ignored the temptation.

Bosnia started arguing with Belarus, and Herzegovina was patting her on the shoulder reassuringly.

"It's alright America," Herzegovina told her with a gentle smile. "You will get over this. It is Ukraine's loss."

She buried her face in her hands to keep from strangling them all. How could they not understand that she wasn't dumped?!

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Forty minutes. It had taken forty minutes, Russia, and Ukraine to convince them all that America hadn't been dumped. A plant had lost its life in the process, and she was going to have to ask England to help her find a suitable air fern to replace it.

Then, the kicker was that Russia accused America of making up the rumor to gain sympathy.

What was wrong with these men?

She had barely even managed to make it down the hallway when someone called her name.

"America!"

She turned as she internally groaned. However, it was not as bad as she feared. A familiar former nation was approaching her quickly.

Ah. Prussia.

She waved, and waited patiently as he caught up to her.

"Hello." America greeted with a little reservation. Heaven help her if he started giving her sympathy too.

She really hadn't been dumped!

"Hallo. So...why exactly is everyone tip-toeing around you?" Prussia asked with a hidden smirk.

The boisterous nation shrugged, wanting to avoid further discussion if he did not already know. America would give it ten minutes and by then Prussia would be blowing up her phone with jokes, innuendo, or telling her she was 'un-awesome'.

"I mean. You know. Today." The albino nation said, followed by a light snicker of amusement. "I know why they do normally."

"Yeah. Ha ha. It is soooo funny," America said with a slight snarl to her words. She pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment to ward off a headache.

Prussia was watching her with mute interest, slightly surprised by her outburst. He shifted more toward her, taking in her frazzled appearance.

"Sorry, it's not you. It has just been a rough day." America said in tired manner.

"What's the matter? Tell the awesomeness that is Me."

The blonde nation cracked a smile at the serious tone Prussia always had when informing others of his sheer awesomeness. However, he always knew what to say to make the suckage of the day drain away. America grinned at him.

"It's nothing really." She said in a better mood now, thanks to her former mentor. "Apparently, for some reason only known to the insane, monkeys, and Jumanjii... everyone is talking about how Ukraine dumped me."

His red eyes narrowed on her face.

"Ukraine dumped you?"

America laughed quietly. Finally, someone that understood the rumor mill had gone out of control.

"According to the world," the female nation said easily.

"You and Ukraine were dating?" Prussia asked, to clarify most likely.

"Not really." She said, trying not to laugh.

"Well that just stupid," Prussia said with an amused look.

"Yes," America agreed readily.

"Because if we were together, I never would have left you."

"Yea-wait... what?" America asked with wide eyes. Her thoughts caught up with what he had actually said.

Prussia's smile was mischievous. His red eyes gleamed with a look of stark hunger that nearly had her hypnotized. America struggled for coherent thought.

"You're not seeing anyone now, right?" The silver-haired nation asked with a low timber to his words.

Her brain froze, as she could only gape at him. It was an astounding imitation of a fish. America swallowed quickly, as she blinked. Her mind couldn't help but prod her by analyzing his question.

"Um..." She said eloquently. "I don't think I'm seeing anyone."

Prussia grinned at her widely.

"You don't think you are? Are you or aren't you?"

Well, she didn't know. Today had been crazy and strange.

"I'm not," she said a bit more surely.

"Good." Prussia replied with a smooth tone. "I'll pick you up at seven."

America could only stare after him mutely as he winked at her before walking down the hall.

...Okay...

Well, things were certainly looking up. America laughed to herself at the absurdity of the day. However she was smiling. She had to go find Slovakia and cancel going out with the others.

She had a date.

America vaguely wondered how this was going to be gossiped about at the next meeting. Shaking her head, she made her way toward the elevators.