A/N: Hola people! I'm back! *cricket chirp* Oh, come on! At least one person missed me. Right? Anyone? You all just hate me because I took too long to update. Well, you're not the only one. *pout* Well, onto the suspense that took place last chapter!

I stared into my once-clean kitchen, now covered in tomato sauce stains, dusted in a heavy white powder: flour. I the midst of all the carnage were two figures covered from head to toe in flour. Only their eyes were visible, and both portrayed fear: Feliciano and Julia.

"Oohhhhhhhh shoot." Julia muttered.

"Yeah, shoot is right. What the Hades happened?" (Yeah, I like Greek Mythology.) I asked, my scarlet aura appearing. It's been doing that a lot lately. The two adults looked absolutely frightened, and Feli pushed Julia forward, nudging her to go first.

"W-we w-wanted t-to m-make p-pasta." She started.

"A-and then f-food was thrown." Feli continued.

"A-and then the f-flour ex-exploded on t-the floor." Julia finished, pointing to the floor between them, where the remnants of the flour bag was.

I growled, and my aura became more prominent.

"We should run, right?" Julia asked uncertainly.

"Da, you should." I said with false sweetness, and a cobra smile on my face. I grabbed a crowbar from one of the kitchen drawers. I recognized it as Viviera the epic crowbar of doom, which I had used to beat the living daylights out of one of the school bullies when he threatened to eat my goldfish. I may have gotten detention for the rest of my first grade year, but hey, revenge had been sweet. "I'll give you a five second head start, starting now." They ran for it. I patiently counted to five, then ran after them.

"I like her." Ivan confirmed happily after about thirty seconds of running.

"Should we, um, help?" Arthur asked Lizzie uncertainly, staring at her. Lizzie was on the couch, enjoying the whole running scene over a bowl of popcorn.

"Hm? Nah. Just watch. This is gon' be good!" She cheered, and nommed on a handful of popcorn.

"Dude! Where'd you get the popcorn?" Alfred asked, and grabbed some, immediately stuffing his face.

"I have it, just incase." Lizzie munched on more as Julia and Feli whizzed past, followed closely by moi, your seemingly possessed narrator, who was wielding Viviera over my head, and laughing maniacally/sadistically.

I chased them to the upstairs hallway, which had doors on either side, an unusually myriad (pronounced MEE-ree-id) amount of doorways. Insert a Scooby-Doo chase scene here, and you have a pretty basic idea what happened in the hallway. I eventually chased them back downstairs, and into a corner.

Julia and Feli were each waving white flags helplessly, and wailing for their mothers. (Or in Feli's case, Grandpa Rome.) Then, just as I was about to hit them, a Ghost that I recognized appeared. I internally gasped. It was Grandpa Rome! Anyway, his unusually handsome ghost appeared in front of me, separating me from my prey. That's when he started to sing. And yes, it's the song from the episode/movie in Hetalia when Grandpa Rome's ghost appeared and saved Feli in the anime.

When he finished his song, and disappeared, I lowered my weapon. "Well that was weird. " I put down Viviera and walked over to Lizzie who was cracking up so hard at my Russia moment, I thought she would pee herself. Fortunately, she didn't. "You saw that too?" I asked my remaining unit.

"Yeah." Mattie said. "Al, Arthur, and Ivan ran away when the ghost left." I face palmed.

"Of course…" I muttered. I walked back over to Julia and Feli, who were sighing in relief.

"Grandpa Rome!" Feli breathed happily.

"Yeah, I know." I muttered. "Now, I'm really sorry about going phsyco on you."

"It's ok, I'm used to it." Julia smiled. Always the optimist.

"Ve~ it's ok!" Feli smiled. I was about to say something else, when the doorbell rang for the second time today.

"WHO THE HECK IS IT?" I shouted, my voice glistening with hostility. Unfortunately, it sent Feli and Julia back into the closet, sobbing, and the rest of my units returning from wherever they were at the sound of my yelling.

"Tis I! The great and powerful KAT!" My cousin's dramatic voice called from the other side of the front door. Feli's head poked out of the closet door.

"Kitty?" He asked hopefully.

"I am not a kitty!I am Kat! Now let me in or suffer the consequences, peasant!" She yelled.

"Nyah, I'm coming." I opened the door, and saw my cousin, Kat, at the door, grinning like a lunatic.

Kat is 5' 4", 17, and has stringy brown hair down to her shoulders. She has brownish green eyes that not hazel. Say that, and she'll feed you to her cats. One more thing, she's 100% Russian.

"Wasabi!" She told me happily.

"Vaca baka calcetines dummkopf!" I replied, sending, Kat, Lizzie, and I into fits of laughter.

"Wait, what?" Julia came out of the closet, dragging Feli out by the back of his shirt. "Cow idiot socks dumb-head? What the heck does that mean?" She asked. "And who's this?"

"Hola people! I'm Kat Bravino! I'm Jason and Shelby's favorite cousin!" She emphasized the 'favorite' part, and smiled like she won the title 'Miss Universe'.

"Does Kat stand for something?" Mattie asked.

Kat nodded up and down like a first grader. Not me first grader, because then she would be snapping people's limb's like twigs. "Uh-huh! It stands for Katerina, but just call me Kat, or I'll kill you." She flashed a huge grin that rivaled Alfred's.

"You are Russian, da?" Ivan asked.

"Da!" She smiled, and Alfred sobbed something like 'commies, commies everywhere'.

"Nyah! What brings you to my big house that we all call a somewhat home?" I asked.

"My cats." She stated. "They need a place to stay for a while, and there's too many for me to take to a kennel, 'cause I have to visit Ducky."

"Oh, how is she?" Jason asked.

"Uh, Ducky? Is that a cat name?" Alfred asked.

"No, stupid! Ducky's my kid sister! We just call her Ducky because she has such a hard name." She shrugged like 'what can you do'. "And Ducky's fine. Just…" Kat rubbed her arm uncertainly. "She, uh, she's, it's kinda hard to explain. But I have to go see her." She was definitely hiding something, but I shrugged it off.

"So you need me to take care of your cats, right?" Kat nodded. "How many do you have?" I asked suspiciously.

"Um, something like, I dunno, 28 cats." She said.

"Oh Kat." I face palmed. "I'll take care of them." I said.

"Yayz!~ Thank you Shelly!" She hugged me.

"Do NOT call me that." I growled.

"You know you love it." She cooed.

"You are a crazy cat lady, Kat." Lizzie smirked at her joke.

"Yeah, whatever."

I shook my head. "Now get outta here, before I feed your phone to your cats." I smiled.

"But I have coffee! Don't you want some?" She held up a cup of caffeinated Dunkin' Doughnuts coffee, and had a glint in her non-hazel eye that practically screamed 'I'm going to do something fun'. I shuddered.

"Um, no. Lizzie doesn't want any either. Right?" You know that movie Hoodwinked? The one with the hyper squirrel who goes nuts when he has coffee? That's what it's like for me and Liz.

"Nah, I want some." She grabbed the cup, and took a big sip. Next thing we knew, she was a human bouncy ball. She literally was bouncing off the walls, ceiling, and floor, cheering and laughing the whole way through. She then bounced out the door, and came back a few seconds later with takeout boxes of Chinese food.

"WhowantsChinese! IgotsomeonmywayhomefromRussia! Ialsogotvodka!" She held up three bottles of Russian vodka along with the Chinese food.

I glared at Kat. "I hate you." I stared at Lizzie who was still vibrating from the pure hyper energy. "You went to Russia, and got takeout from the Chinese place a few blocks away?" I asked my friend.

"Nopenopnope! IgotitfromChina!"

"In three seconds?"

"Yupyupyup!"

I face palmed. Then turned to my (strangely silent) units. "And this is why I don't drink coffee."

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