Russia hummed quite content with his day, he had got Lithuania to cry and he didn't have to see that idiot America. He tried to think what could possibly make this day any better. Then his mind wander to Serbia. So cute and innocent...he wish he could take that innocence away. He shuddered at the thought in pleasure. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't really care. He liked the fact that he could be with a girl that wasn't scared of him-or a girl that HE wasn't scared of- and he knew he could basically control her, and he loved it. She had this thing about her that he loved, actually he loved everything about her; her laugh, her clumsiness, her spirit, everything. Now if he could just get her to join him. It would be difficult with that idiot Germany hanging around..

He sighed, then looked at his phone, wondering if he should call her or not. It had been a couple days since he had seen her and he wonder what she had done since then. Biting his lip he picked up the phone and dialed her number. It rang for a minute before it was picked up,

"Hello?" A angelic voice asked. Containing his pure joy but still sounding cheerful Russia asked,

"Hello Serbia, how are you doing?" Recognizing his accent Serbia's voice perked up a little,

"Russia! I've missed you!" Then she stuttered, "I-I mean..." She fell silent and Russia was sure he could feel the heat from her blush through the phone.

"I missed you to da. What are you doing?" She sighed and grumbled,

"Well, I was trying to find a party dress, but it seems I have out grown all mine.." Seeing an opportunity Russia said,

"Let me buy you one da,"

"I couldn't let you do that Ivan!" Russia smiled at her politeness, she was so adorable!

"I insist, consider it a present to make up the whole Belarus." Russia could tell she was thinking, she went silent a few moments, then she answered,

"Well if you insist..." He felt his heart beat with joy,

"Good, then I'll pick you up tomorrow da." They talked for a few before Serbia excused herself to make dinner. A little disappointed Russia said goodbye and hung up. He felt excited, he had all day tomorrow with her. maybe he could convince her to join him. And it really didn't matter if she didn't want too, he always got his way.

Serbia looked out her balcony window, judging the distance. She knew for a fact she couldn't jump, it was high, she'd have to climb. She wasn't the type to sneak out, she'd only done it once but she had Prussia to help her out. Prussia probably wouldn't help her in a situation like this. As cool as he was even he didn't like Russia. The jump to ground was really high up, and she wasn't sure if she should do it or not. It would be easier just to walk out the door but Germany would ask where she was going and she hated to lie.

Looking at the time if she didn't decide soon she would be late meeting Russia. They had agreed to meet at a little shop in town, a cute party dress shop to be exact. Serbia really couldn't describe how happy she was that he was doing for her, it was so kind! However she wouldn't be able to thank him if she couldn't even get there...Cursing herself she finally jumped, and landed harshly on the ground.

It hurt, but she was pretty sure nothing was broken. Standing up she confirmed that she could walk, then started down the road. It only took her fifth teen minutes to get to town and she was relived to see Russia standing outside the shop, she had made it. Russia saw her approaching and smiled,

"I'm glad you made it da." Serbia felt her heart flutter but returned the smile and said,

"I am too, I almost didn't make it." Russia opened the door for her and tilted his head,

"Did something come up?" As Serbia began browsing through dresses on a rack she explained what happen. Russia frowned slightly,

"You should be more careful da. I don't like it when you get hurt." Serbia grinned, "I'll try but no promises, I'm kinda clumsy." They chatted and eventually Serbia founded a dress. She came out of the dressing room wearing a dark red velvet dress that tied around her neck and went down to her knees. Russia looked stunned and for a moment Serbia was scared that she looked bad. But he finally said,

"You look beautiful!" Serbia blinked, "R-really?" He nodded and she was filled joy. Russia payed for the dress and they left. As they walked down the street in idle conversation Russia asked casually,

"Why did you need a dress anyway?" Serbia giggled a little before answering,

"I have a date, with England." Russia felt cold, was she serious? He felt the need to rip something in half, but instead calmly asked,

"Interesting. Where's he taking you?"

"This really nice ball, the queen invited him. I feel so lucky to have been asked to go with him!" Serbia chirped happily. Russia, however, was far from happy. England was taking her, his little sunflower, on a date. He was dead... This could not be allowed to happen.