Sorry that it took longer to update. For some reason the vision in my left eye is going all cloudy, so I guess I have to go to an eye doctor sooner rather than later .
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House hobbled down to Cuddy's office with a determined look on his face. This was the face that made the nurses stay far away from the crippled diagnostician, even farther than they usually were. This face meant that the shit was about to hit the fan. Needless to say, House wore this expression at least once a month.

House used his cane to bang the office door open and he smirked when he realized he had caught Cuddy on the phone. She gave him a glare as she reassured the person on the other line that the loud bang that they had heard was nothing to worry about. House walked up to her desk and began staring her down.

"Yes...yes, Mrs. Robins, I'll call you later...yes, bye," Cuddy said quickly as she hung up the phone and gave her attention to House.

"What is it this time, House?" Cuddy sighed as she leaned back in her chair.

"I want to sign my patient up for exploratory brain surgery," House said. He smirked when her mouth dropped open.

"What!" Cuddy said, her tone belying her incredulity.

"You heard me," House said. "Is Krevner free this evening? Unless he's banging one of his nurses again-"

"I'm sure Dr. Krevner is doing no such thing since he's taking his wife out this evening. For their anniversary. Therefore, no, he won't be free to drill into your patient's perfectly healthy brain," Cuddy said as she crossed her arms this time. House admired the view.

'Not as great as the breast goddess, but still not bad,' House thought as he admired the twins.

"Whether or not his brain is perfectly healthy is up for debate and since you're not a real doctor, you don't get to contribute," House sneered at her. Cuddy sneered back and started to shuffle through some of the papers on her desk.

"The answer is still 'no', House. Get me an MRI first," Cuddy said.

"Can't get an MRI and even if we could, we don't need it. Everything else came back negative so we have to go to the root of the problem," House told her as he finally sat down on one of the chairs by her desk.

"What do you mean 'you can't get it'? And root of the problem? You think he has a brain tumor?"

House smirked as he realized that he had her hooked.

"What I mean is that I can't get it. And I don't know, that's why I need to sign him up for the surgery."

"Well, haven't you done any tests? If it's a tumor or cancer, then there should be signs."

"We think that along with faulty temperature regulation, there might be other bodily malfunctions. Can't trust the tests."

"Just do an MRI then."

House gave her an exasperated look.

"Are you deaf, woman? We can't get one," he snapped at her.

Cuddy glared at him and picked up her phone.

"Well, you're going to do one. I'll have them *make* the time for you. Be there at 6:00pm. Get your patient there and, for once House, try not to put your patient's life in danger needlessly."

House rolled his eyes mockingly and got up.

"Fine," House 'conceded'. "But I still want that surgery!"

"Get the MRI first!"

House turned and walked out the door. He smirked and pulled out his cellphone to tell his team to get their patient down to radiology at six.

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Russia looked up when he realized that the three doctors that he had talked to before at walked into the room. He noticed that they looked a little nervous and he narrowed his eyes a little.

"Hello," Russia greeted them.

"Hi, Ivan," Chase began as he pulled a stool up to the Russian's bedside again. "How are you feeling?"

"The same," he answered. Chase gave him a smile and glanced over at his co-workers briefly.

"Good. Now, Ivan, we had wanted to get you in for an MRI, but it looks like the schedule is a little packed and it might take a while. Until then, we just wanted to ask you some more questions."

Russia nodded, but asked, "Did you talk to my sister?"

At this, Russia noted that the two male doctors immediately flushed and their mouths started to open and close rapidly. Dr. Cameron simply rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Ivan," she said in a soothing voice. "Your sister, Katyusha, is already here. She just went down to the cafeteria to get you something to eat. You're probably getting hungry, right?" Russia shrugged and nodded.

"Da, I guess so. What did you want to ask me?"

"Well," Chase began. "We just wanted to know what you remembered about what you were thinking or what you felt before you collapsed."

"What I was thinking?" Russia asked them, wondering what they were getting at exactly.

"Yes," Chase said. "We think that maybe your state of mind or your emotional state might have contributed to your attack."

Russia contemplated the three doctors silently for a few moments.

"And you want me to think of these things again?" Russia asked.

"Well, yes," Chase told him.

"So, you want me to have an 'attack' again," Russia surmised. He gave a slight smirk when the young, blonde doctor began to trip over his words. Dr. Foreman rolled his eyes and answered for his colleague.

"Truthfully, Ivan, yes. We weren't there to witness what happened to you and right now we don't have a lot of information to go on. We want to get you in for an MRI, but until Dr. House can get us a time, we're out of options."

"You want me to collapse again and you want my heart to fall out," Russia said narrowing his eyes at the three.

"You'll be perfectly safe," Cameron assured him. "If anything happens we'll be right here."

"We can't help you if we can't do this," Chase added. "Unless we get an MRI, this is our only option."

Russia buried his face deeper into his scarf and looked at the three.

'They certainly make convincing arguments,' the Russian nation thought. 'But that doesn't mean that I'll do anything for them.'

"Where is this Dr. House? He is my main doctor, da?" Russia asked them.

Again, the three doctors glanced at each other. Russia thought it looked like they were a cross between irritated and exasperated. Who was this Dr. House?

"Dr. House doesn't really see patients unless he needs to," Dr. Chase began carefully.

"He can treat patients without seeing them?" Russia asked.

"More often than not, yes," Cameron told him. "He's a brilliant doctor, but..."

"He's not really a people person," Foreman finished for her.

"You're in safe hands, Ivan," Cameron told him. "I wouldn't worry."

'I'm not worried...' Russia thought sulkily as he ran his fingers along the fringe of his scarf.

"You're very attached to your scarf. Did someone make it for you?" Cameron asked him suddenly. Foreman and Chase gave her questioning looks. She ignored them.

"Da, Katyusha made it for me. To protect me from the cold."

Chase realized what Cameron wanted to get at and asked Ivan a question of his own.

"Have you always been cold, Ivan?"

Russia looked at them thoughtfully.

"Da, I've never not been cold," he said sadly.

"Why do you stay in Russia then?" Foreman asked. "Why don't you move somewhere warmer?"

"It's not that easy," Russia said. "I'd like to be in a warm place one day..." with lots of sunflowers, he added in his own mind. He didn't really feel like sharing that with random strangers.

"If you don't like the winter, why stay in Russia?" Cameron pushed.

"I hate winter," Russia said, he gave them an annoyed glare. "But like I said, it's not that easy."

Russia turned his head to look out the window. He wished they'd stop bugging him about things he couldn't change. It wasn't like he could tell them exactly why he couldn't 'leave' Russia either. How could you leave the country when you *were* the country?

Chase, Cameron, and Foreman sighed at their loss of progress. If he wouldn't volunteer the information of what he was thinking about before his attack, then they could only try to find other emotionally distressing topics to discuss. But if their patient wasn't cooperating...

"About your other sister," Chase began.

Russia quickly turned his head and gave the Australian a startled look.

"What about Natalia?" Russia asked cautiously.

"Well, while we were talking to you, our boss decided to call your workplace to tell them that you were in the hospital." Russia nodded, he had been wondering about that.

"While he was at it he asked about any family members you had and they gave him the numbers of both your sisters," Chase said.

Russia fumed. Who had done such a thing?

"With whom did Dr. House speak?"

"What was his name..." Foreman said under his breath, he looked thoughtful. Cameron and Chase just shrugged.

"Jones!" Foreman said finally with a smile. "I think his name was Jones"

Russia's eyes narrowed. 'Goddamn pig...' He would remember this.

"Did Dr. House call her?" Russia asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

"Ah, well-" Cameron began, but she was cut off by the bang of the sliding glass door being opened forcefully. Russia's eyes widened with horror when he saw the figure that was in the threshold.

"Brother"

"N-n-n-natasha."

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Mwahahahaha! Enter Belarus...sorta. The next chapter should be fun, ne? If you like Belarus, you should see the new APH hetalia video from SkadiPirate on youtube. She takes songs in a nation's language, gets a bunch of pictures, and makes a kick-ass AMV. She's already done a bunch of countries, but Belarus' is especially kick-ass. Definitely made me a bigger fan. Here's the link, if you're interested (remove spaces): http: /www. youtube. com/watch?v= 5o6bSvcbElk