A/N Yeah dont own Hetalia.

I got a review! *jump around looks at it* Hmmm weird good or weird bad? What do you think? Hmmm, at least its not like everybody else:P

Greece army: Meow.

Na anyway the next part is up:) Enjoy.

Russia was waking up. He was cold, so he nuzzled his face into the warm pillow he was hugging whit both arms. Only for the pillow to began to cruses him in a annoying and way too load American voice. He will have to punish the pillow later… From when did his pillow have the ability to talk? He crack opened an eye, the light hurt and his head felt like it was spinning. He groaned, closing his eye he tried to nuzzle back into the bad pillow. That still insisted on talking, practical screaming at him and making his head hurt. He opened his both eyes raising his head a bit, trying to focus. The first thing he noticed was the handcuffs. That had the same effect as bucket of ice cold water.

Why were the cuffs he made for the worst case scenario against his younger sister, out of his coat? Of course the first logical answer would be he took them out… which would mean … Russia was looking around concentrating on his feeling for danger. It took him two three seconds to be sure, his sister wasn't around. He relaxed. The annoying American voice was still there so he looked to it source. And there was an annoying naked America… Naked?

"…ommie fucking red bastard, how long do you plan to be a sicko!"

"Eh…" why was the blond wearing the special handcuffs? He groaned again his head still felt like it was spinning.

"Don't eh me, red! Unbind the hero, so I can kick your ass!"

"If you want to kick my ass, why should I unbind you?" He needed Vodka, now.

"If you don't I will all heroically scream at you till you do! Ever wondered how many decibels I could go?"

Ivans head begun to feel worse, if it would shut the nation up, he should free him. "Da, da." He moved up and reached for one of many inner pocket of his coat. Only there was no coat he could reach in. And then he looked down at himself.

The face Russia made was epic cartoon like; Alfred would have laughed if he wasn't so angry. Partly his anger was from when he wake up Serbia wasn't anywhere in sight. Leaving the hero chained up. Totally not what a side kick should do! Then he saw Russia jumping off him and staring. America thought maybe he needed to remind him. "Hey, the cuffs." Alfred watched as Russia looked around for his coat, more being on autopilot than anything else, and then took a key out of it, unlocking him. America jumped of the bed only to collapse on his knees a second later. His butt and hips hurt. That was the worst possible thing to do… Ok maybe the worst possible thing was to give the red a experimental drug that wasn't yet tested out properly, but jumping out of bed on his feet was totally the second worst thing to do.

"Amerika…"

"Shut up I am using the bathroom first." And so Alfred limped to the bathroom closing it after himself, leaving a confused Russia alone.

Ivan would have stand there longer, but the cold snapped him out enough to search for his cloths. First the scarf, thought he. When he saw it neatly bent on the night stand. He wondered if he did it or maybe America. At this he looked to the bath door from where running water could be heard now. Once he was dressed up completely. He decides to look at the problem at hand. Time, place and action. Looking at the watch it was 11.23 in the morning. Looking around he was sure it wasn't either his or the blonds room. After inspecting the room and finding some documents and Rakija bottles he was sure they were in Milos room.

Then something caught his eyes, it was his reflection in one photo ram. Hikes and bites were all over his neck. The image that somebody would give them to him, made him blush the faintest bit. He adjusted his scar to cover them as best as possible. Now the third thing. What by General Winter happened yesterday! I couldn't have whit Amerika… The last thing I remembered is… Ah da, dinner was it I was trying to make him understand that I had better methods in the time of the cold war. He was insisting that… he could make something 10 times better… what was it again… brainwashing…?

He stopped his head spinning harder again. Not having the nerve to handle anybody at the moment he just left the room. Making a side note to see why they were in Serbia's room and where was he. He needed Vodka. A lot of it.

Alfred left the bath some time after Ivan left the room. He had to scramble himself EVERYWHERE to get the feeling of Russia out of himself and off his skin. He still didn't have his coffee and that was getting to him, not to mention that he was super hungry. He signed. Collecting his things and borrowing a shirt from Serbia's dresser. His own had the buttons bitten off. Now that he didn't look like he was fucked by the biggest country, he made his way to the cafeteria.

Deciding to ignore the world until his 4th cup of coffee he sat on a table beside a bigger group of people. Not noticing that it was unusually to have such a big group around the table and not to mention the time. He was on his fifth burger and second cup of coffee when somebody tugged on his arm.

Some time earlier.

It was Milica's duty to do the cloths washing chores. She founded them extremely boring. She put the first wash in and saw a movement in the edge of her eyes. A boy was in the washing room, searching something to put on, in one of the baskets whit dirty cloths. She stared and the sweep the boy up cuddling him and screaming how cute he was. It took her 2 minutes to remember a very important thing. There was no one younger than 20 years up here. No children and no 4 years old boys, like the one she was hugging.

"Who are you?" asked she in Serbian, the boy tilted his head. Not making a sound. Then she tried in Russian she weren't that good at it, yet. She was still taking classes. Then she tried in English, the boy blinked at her. She blinked back. "Let find you something to put on."

So Milica went to her friend a Russian women whit gold hands for the sewing. After the first shook and repeating of how cute the boy looked whit his sky blue big eyes and ash-blond colored hair the boy was dressed in a white dress.

"So what are you going do now Milica?"

"Um, not sure…Can I keep him?"

"And what will his parents do? They must be ill from worry."

"Yeh like the boy run away from home, and ended up here on the moon."

"Reason more to search for the one who brought him up here."

At the word parents the little nation looked at them, trying to say something but still missing the words for it. And then his stomach grumbled. The both women stopped talking and end up into a aww moment. Deciding to show the child around the cafeteria in hopes that somebody else knows from where the boy comes. Needless to say that the people were all stunned on the sudden child appearance. The Serbs didn't mind it much they were giving him they specialties and were teaching him how each it was called. After some time the boy began to repeat the food names. A Russian advisor wanted to inform his nation about it, but kind of didn't dare seeing that the country wasn't in the best of moods.

The moment Alfred came in the child looked at him. He was thinking, the words were slowly coming to him and he was absorbing the languages the peoples were speaking at his place. Now he was searching for a specific word, once he found he tugged on the blonds arm.

"Daddy!"

Alfred stared at the boy who tugged on his arm. He recognized him as a nation, but the problem was, he didn't know him. The people all around him were baffled, to say at least. The child just called America daddy. Some were offering that maybe the boy parents were from America other was guessing on who was the mommy. America ignored the talking for now.

"You are?"

The child looked at him carefully, after a moment it answered.

"Moon!~"

"Like in Moon the satellite we are one?"

"Da, daddy!"

Alfred stared at the child, the word daddy coming into his brain. He liked children. And now he had a colony Moon. He was grinning while daydreaming about all the fun the two would have and all the things he is going to teach him.

"Hey kiddo, do you have a human name?"

The child shook his head.

"That cool! I gonna give you the most heroic name there is!" America thought for a bit testing few names but not liking any at all. Then it hit him, the most heroic one.

"Steve, like in captain America! You know the super-hero."

The boy stared blankly at the other.

"Don't say that you don't know who Captain America is!"

The boy slowly shook his head.

"We have to change that ASAP!" Alfred grabbed the child up in his arm and took of to his room.

A/N So, what you think? What is America going to teach his child.:)

Suggestion would be live saver:D

And where is Serbia next time. Oh and R&R, army at my command!..Now!

Greece army: *does kitten eyes*