Author's Note: Yay! It's Friday again. I'm going to tell you something though: This whole story was a roleplay I did with four other friends. So, there are going to be extremely random parts. And so the randomness starts now.
Thank you Linnas for helping me with Russian grammar. I knew Google Translate sucks, and I'm glad you let me know what I got wrong.
I hope you all enjoy this week's chapter. I know, my chapters are short, but my story is slowly coming to an end soon, and I want this to last. (and I can guarantee you a REALLY long last chapter)

Happy reading! ^^
~Multilingualtraveler

Chapter 25

Everything went better than I thought it would, but a new problem showed up. The problem's name was: America. He was quite obnoxious, and annoying.

Well, America wanted to pay my husband a visit, for no good reason. He wanted to prove how he was "the hero" (what?) and how much better he was than Russia.

"Yo Russia! How about we have some bro time?" He said.

Russia was quite confused. He didn't like America, and America didn't like him; so why was he asking to spend time with him?

At the same time my husband became quite angry, "What do you want America?"

America did one of his stupid obnoxious "hero" laughs, "Well, my friend. I thought we could just spend some time together. Y' know, like best buds! No fighting."

I became suspicious of America. He was Russia's enemy for a reason that was not allowed to be discussed about in the household.

"Go away Amerika." I threatened.

"Um... no. Why do you care anyways?"

"I am married to Russia."

"Why would you marry this creepy dude?" America asked. I just gave him a death glare.

"What do you want to do?" Russia interrupted.

"Just wanted to you know, hit the bar and get some manly drinks." America smiled.

My husband thought for a moment and then said, "Hm... under one condition."
America frowned, "Which is?"

Russia's face darkened, his smile turned evil. "You become one with Russia да?"

"No! No, no, NO!" America cried.

"Да, да, ДА!"

I could feel the temperature drop ten degrees. Russia's purple aura began to cover his face. Something had to be done before this got a little more out of hand. "Amerika please leave."

"Nopes. I ain't going nowhere till I get what I want."

I turned to Russia, "Schatz, can we please get rid of him?"

"But I want him to become one with us."

"Just imagine having him in our household. He'd be nothing but trouble." Then an idea sparked in my head, "Amerika, why don't you stay for dinner?"

America's face lit up, "Oh boy! Are you serving hamburgers?"

"No," I smiled, "Something even better, we're going to have Schnitzel."

He looked at me as if I were some sort of alien. "What's a 'Schnitzel'?'"

"Well, tonight it's going to be special. Tonight will be 50 breaded filets of you."

He gulped, "W-what?"

"Everyone hates you Amerika. So, they won't mind if you become one with Russia - as his main course." I had no idea where I was getting this from. I sounded so... evil. What was I doing?

"Dude, what do you have a against me?"

"You're responsible of my first divorce with Austria."

"Well, I'm sorry about that. Now, please stop scaring me, I want to get out of this place!" He pleaded.

"Aw, is little Америка frightened?" Russia asked.

"No! I'm a man! I do not get frightened!" America said.

"A very wimpy man," I mumbled to myself. "So, let's go to dinner shall we?"

"Mmmmm Amerika you would make a very tasty Schnitzel." Russia smiled.

"No, no, no! I'm out of here folks!" America ran.

America ran out of the house and never looked back. I didn't blame him. I wouldn't have wanted to be in the same position he was in. I didn't know why I acted as creepy as I did. I didn't really mean to scare him. I just wanted him gone, but a huge heat wave hit my head. I just hoped I scared him enough to make him never come back.