Hey! Sorry it's late. I had crap to do. :(

Belarus sat and watched the scene in front of her. America was playing with her food, making pictures with it. Belarus shook her head. How could any man want America? She was so childish. Belarus shook her head once again as America breathed on her spoon and stuck it on her nose.

Russia walked into the room. Belarus sat up straight in her chair and smiled at her brother and America rolled her eyes. Russia's only response was a firm nod. He walked over to America and looked at her. He chuckled and removed the spoon from her nose.

"This is for eating, not wearing." He said and placed the spoon in her hand again.

He then kissed her nose. America scowled and so did Belarus. America begins to mimic Russia.

"This is for eating, not wearing."

Russia chuckles and takes a seat next to America.

Belarus pouts and looks at the empty seat next to her.

"What's wrong?" Russia asks America. "Do you not like this food?"

America crosses her arms and looks at her plate.

"It's alright, but it's not what I want." America's stomach growls and she looks at it. "I mean it's not what she wants."

Russia tilts his head. "She?"

"Yeah," America says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "it is a girl."

"You do not know that."

"Yes I do, it's my motherly instinct."

Russia shakes his head. "You do not have that."

America looks offended. "And how do you know that?"

Russia shrugs his shoulders. "You do not seem like you would."

America rolls her eyes. "Whatever."

"I think it would be somewhat dangerous to follow your natural instinct."

"What?"

"What would you rather eat?" Russia asks changing the subject.

"She would rather have McDonalds . Hey where did Belarus go?"

"She left while we were talking about our child." Russia said dismissively. "I will try and find you the food you want, but I can not guarantee anything."

"Okay." America says, not really paying attention.

She looks at Belarus's empty chair.

"Do not worry about her." Russia reassures America. "She will live."

America can feel the irritation in Russia's voice. She touches Russia's shoulder to get his attention.

"You know," she says. "you really shouldn't stay mad at her."

Russia looks at her, shocked look on his face before turning to anger.

"She tried to kill you then she-"

He stops himself , anger rising.

"She what?" America pressed.

Russia does not look at her. "I heard what she said to you."

America tilts her head. "She says a lot of shit, you got to be more specific."

"When she called you a 'bitch for breeding'."

"Oh." America says. "I remember that."

Russia shakes his head. "Of course you do."

He hold America's chin and strokes her cheek with his thumb. "You know that's not true, right?"

America takes his hand and gently removes it.

"I know. You're an asshole, but I know you wouldn't say something like that."

Russia smiles. "I guess you aren't as dumb as everyone says you are"

America punches him in the chest. "I feel bad though."

Russia raises an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Belarus is so obsessed with you. I cant imagine how awful she feels."

Russia shrugs his shoulders. "She will live." He says again. "Do not feel bad"

"Easy for you to say. You're an asshole."

"And you are not?"

"Of course not! I'm a hero!"

Japan knocks upon England's door. It is late in the day and is raining. Japan feels nervous coming to England's home, but he must speak with him. He was upset with England's decision to not get America immediately. He had been so upset he didn't even show up to any of the meetings. England answers and looks at Japan.

"England." Japan says.

England nods. "Japan."

"May I come in?"

England steps aside and let's Japan walk inside.

"Why are you here?" England asks.

"I needed to talk to you and I would like to apologize for not being at the last meeting."

"Why apologize to me? In the end the only person you hurt is America."

Japan cringes at England's words. "That is true."

England sighs and takes a seat. "What do you really want Japan?"

"I-I would like to be apart of your plan to help America."

"Do you even know what it is?"

"Yes you're using Belarus. That is a great plan, but I would really like to know what do you plan afterwards?"

England is confused. "Afterwards?"

Japan nods and takes a seat across from England. "What do you plan to do about Russia?"

"Well, it is not really up to me. I learned my lesson. America will do what she wants and there's nothing I can do about it."

Japan nods as if he understands. He stands up and so does England.

"So I guess we'll be seeing you at our next meeting then?" England asks.

Japan nods and shakes England hand. It is like a silent agreement has taken place. As Japan leaves England's house he sighs to himself. He did not like England's decision before and he does not like it now. If he wanted something done he would have to do it himself.

Belarus lies on her bed, upset. Her brother had recently went to bed and took America with him. The thing that use to give her hope was America was always resistant to her brother. She hoped one day her brother would give up on America. But now America was barley resisting him. It was like she was giving in. All in one day she had witnessed her brother feed and pamper her. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow. She felt dreadful. She didn't know if she could take living here for long.

Her phone began to rang. It was a text message. From an unknown number. She opened the message.

"This is Japan. Call me

tomorrow. We need to

talk."

America lies in her- 'Russia's bed' and listens to him snore softly. She reflects on the past few days. The last couple of days have been severely awkward. She was sure all the attention Russia was giving her was upsetting Belarus and the bad part was Russia didn't seem to care. She considered herself very lucky. She had the worlds most amazing brother, Mattie. She felt upset now. She missed him. She missed her home, the summer days and nights, England and (if he was willing to not touch her in anyway) France. She missed her family and watching Russia mistreat his just made her want to run to Canada and give Mattie a big hug. She sighed. She could wait. She would have to.