I threw a tomato at the closet pervert, that tomato was the fifth thing he tried to put in front of me this morning. First it was a potato, then a melon, then a bowl of rice, then an apple, and now this; and in-between all of these, he leaves and I hear some muffled talking on a phone. I don't know what he was trying to do, but it was getting on my nerves.

Eventually, it seemed he resigned himself, but it didn't put a damper on his mood. "Come on little Gaardynia, we're going on a trip!" I stared at him.

"I swear, if it's going to be a pear tree…" I say as I follow him out of the door. I didn't get far before he picked me up and held me under his arm. I didn't even bother fighting this as he took me somewhere.

My gaze turned skeptical as it got colder and the path became more familiar. Wait, I know where we are. Eventually, he made it to a door and knocked. When it opened… "By the spirits, it's the dangerous bitch again." I said quietly as I hung my head down. It was then I heard the sound of sniffling, followed by full-blown bawling.

"Nice going Gaardynia, you made her cry."

"Well if you told me we were going here, I would have said everything before we got here." The crying intensified.

"Do you just love making people cry, or something?" Deciding that this wasn't worth the breath, I settled for glaring harshly at anyone who dared to look at me. "Aaaanyway Ukraine, I need you to help me feed this kid, he's not eating." This popped her out of her reign of tears and had her staring at me.

"Oh my, that's not good for his health, let me fix something for him to eat." She went back inside and Romania followed before sitting me on the couch. There were some people inside the room, all of which I glared at until the lady came back in. "Here, it's not much, but it's all I have."

I looked down at what she put in front of me, it was some kind of large stew with a white sauce and some bread on the side. If this was not much, then I wonder what too much looks like. I turned to thank her, and then I saw it.

'Mister, can you spare a few t'lics?' I turned my head and saw a small beggar girl standing there, she was heavily-starved, and clothed in rags. I looked back towards the rations I was given, and back to her.

'Here, you need this more than I do.' I said as I passed the scraps to her, and her eyes lit up.

'Wow, thanks mister!' The scraps barely counted as a snack, and yet there she went as if I threw her a feast. Truly, the Homefront suffers the most in this war.

When I came to, I noticed I was being held again. I shook my head to lessen my migraine, before turning to the half-starved lady in front of me. "Thank you Ms. Ukraine, but I think you need this more than I do." She was taken aback by it.

"Oh no, don't worry about it, I've been through worse." I was 'avin none of that.

"No Ms. Ukraine, you're in a war. Someone here needs this more than I do. I've just been a brat. Take the food, I won't fight Romania's attempts at cooking again." If the look on their face was anything to go off of, I surprised both of them.

"Well, maybe we should all share it?" I opened my mouth to argue, but then thought more about it. I have no issues with that. After the food, we bid goodbye to Ukraine and headed back.

"Now you should be grateful that I'm trying to feed you."

"Shut it, closet pervert. We are not having a moment."

"Awww, are you sure?" I responded, by throwing a rock at him.