Disclaimer: Ahem! I do not own Hetalia. Great, now that we have that established, lets got on with things.

Dedications: Anesan, also known as totalnarutofangirl85, Allykat001, thank you for reviewing so much, Miss Macabre Grey, don't worry, this is a dedication for you, sakerat, I'm glad you like it, nekoneko, don't worry, Annie comes back in this chapter, MyEternalSilence8, I agree, it would be awesome, Xx-Smile-its-Yaoi-xX, that's probably wise, Amerikan Pi, it's hard for anyone to be at Gilbert's level of awesome, but you are pretty close up there for reviewing, and finally, Soot, I wish I was too. I'm sorry if you reviewed and didn't get in there, it's because I started writing this before you reviewed for this chapter.

IMPORTANT!:My sister and I were talking. Who was Russia going to end up with. His relationship with Toris is purely sexual, she said that if there is no Franada, then there had to at least be LietPol. We were discussing it when she said "Why don't you let your readers decide for you." Granted I wasn't really paying attention and I misheard her and said "What! You decided for me!" She grabbed my shoulders and looked at me and said. "Yes Jessica, I have decided for you. Ivan will end up with... Sasuke!" Sorry, but I don't think that will happen, but that does bring me to the topic of I am completely clueless on who Russia will end up with. So you guys get to decide. Review me what you think on what pairings. Please! Now back to the story.

"Oh my god!" Matthew snapped back to reality from his shock induced trance the second Gilbert's fist made impact with Francis's face. Alfred and Arthur just stood in shock.

"What is all this commotion!" Ivan stepped out from around the corner, he'd taken the elevator. Great, as if things couldn't get any worse. Everyone turned to look at him, what a scene that was. Arthur was still clasped onto Alfred's jacket, if he was wearing pants, he would be scared out of them, and Alfred wasn't much better. Tears were filling up in Matthew's eyes, although he wasn't sure if they were ones of joy or of fear or both. Gilbert gave that deer-in-headlights stare and Francis had a tiny trickle of blood running out of his nose. He wasn't hurt to terribly much, but he could play this to his advantage.

"Dad, this..." Alfred started, then thought for second "is totally what it looks like. But don't get mad at Gilbert, Francis provoked him! It was all his fault." Alfred pointed his finger in accusation to Francis. Ivan remained silent, one of the worst punishments a father could give, letting the children sweat it out before he went in for the kill.

-Anna Sophia-

Anna had had quite a time since she had last spoken to her husband 3 weeks ago. She could sleep with anyone she wanted and not have to be worried about anyone walking in on her. Life was bliss. Now, if she only could get Alfred here with her, then it would be perfect. There was a knocking at the door. She sighed and got up from the couch. What a shock when she answered it when there, standing in the doorway, was a young child no older than twelve.

"Excuse me miss, but I'm here to see my brother. I'm supposed to start living with him. This is the address I was sent to. My name is Peter. Peter Kirkland." The young boy stared at her with innocent eyes. Unfortunately for him, those didn't work on Anna. She frowned at the boy. Arthur didn't mention a little brother, or if he did, she hadn't been listening. "I'll be living here from now on." Now that was unacceptable. Without another word, she walked over to the phone and grabbed the number that Arthur had given her of where he would be staying.

-Toris-

Toris sat in the kitchen giggling, having just received a text from his good friend Feliks.

"You like totally have to come the party with me! It won't be any fun without you, and I, like, need a date." Amazing how Feliks still managed to text "like" without even noticing it. Toris stared into space. He wanted to go, be with Feliks, have fun for once in a while, but he had recently lost a lot of money, and worked for Ivan as a "personal assistant" which was a job that required him to service the man in many ways. But what else could he do? There was no way that he would be able to get off work for this, a party with a friend. He slid up his cell to begin texting when he heard the phone ring. Instinctively, he put down his personal phone to go answer the other one.

"Hello?" He pressed the green talk button and spoke.

"Is this the, um, Jones residence? Is there an Arthur Kirkland there. But if he's not available, then may I speak to a Mr. Alfred F. Jones." The voice of a young British woman echoed through the phone line.

"Um, I'll see if he's available. To whom am I speaking too." Toris replied.

"Anna Sophia, tell him I have some rather... pressing issues to discuss with him." She answered. Well, maybe if the issue was big enough, Toris could escape for the night and go to party with Feliks. He took a deep breath and got ready to step into the commotion.

-Main story-

"Father. Please just say something." Matthew pleaded. Ivan opened his mouth to speak, but Toris interrupted.

"Excuse me, but Arthur, you have a phone call from a miss Anna Sophia. It seemed rather urgent." He politely stepped into the room. Arthur looked and Alfred and Alfred stared back. Most sane men wouldn't be very willing to talk about something "urgent" with their ex-wives, though they were technically still married, but an apparent angry Ivan seemed slightly more frightening. Slightly. Without a word, he and Alfred both hastily ran to the kitchen to grab the phone, though it was cordless.

"Hello?" Arthur gently pressed the phone to his ear. Anna recognized that voice.

"You bastard! You have some explaining to do god dammit!" It crossed Arthur's mind that maybe he would have been better suited staying back with Ivan.

Sorry, it's short again. Musical practice you know. Two musicals opening in the same week. Busy Busy Busy. Anyway, I still would appreciate your reviews, especially if you have any ideas about who Russia should end up with. Like, seriously. Heh, I sounded like Poland just then. I'll update as soon as I can.

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