The Ukrainian male known as Havryil was visiting the States.

Currently, he was in a Starbucks in the state of Indiana.

He'd heard of the coffee place many times, but had never actually been in one until now.

Currently, he was sitting at one of the tables with a featured dark roast clasped in both hands.

If anything, he didn't like how cold it had gotten outside and needed something to warm him up.

Apparently he didn't notice a figure approach until someone asked, "Can I sit here?"

Blue eyes looked up to see an auburn-haired female with brown eyes.

Her hair was drawn into two pigtails that were tied in the middle with what looked like ribbon.

Red spread across his cheeks and he reverted to Ukrainian instead of English.

"Tak."

She tilted her head at that.

"I'm sorry, what?"

At that, Havryil mentally swore at himself.

Instead of saying anything else, the Ukrainian simply nodded.

A smile crossed the female's face.

"Alright cool."

And with that, she sat down on the seat across from him.

"You're not from around here, are you?" She asked.

Havryil shook his head no.

"Where are you from?"

"Kyiv, Ukrayina," Havryil said.

She blinked, figuring out what he was saying.

"Oh, Kiev, in the Ukraine," she said.

A smile crossed his face and he nodded.

"Tak!"

"I'm from here," she said.

"Oh yeah! What's your name?"

"Havryil Chernenko," the Ukrainian said with a chuckle.

"Aisha Jones," the American said with a smile.

The two seemed to hit it off and soon enough, Havryil was back to speaking English.

He stood up after a while.

"Well, I best be going," he said.

"Will I see you around Havryil?" Aisha asked.

A smile crossed the Ukrainian's face.

"Of course you will," he said win his oh so obvious Ukrainian accent.

"I'll be in town for a while, so we'll see if we meet up again."

And with that, Havryil took his leave, his trench coat fluttering behind him.

Castiel much?

Aisha watched him leave.

All of a sudden, a male head poked up from behind her.

"You should go after him," he said.

Aisha jumped at that.

"Jack, what have I told you about doing that?" She asked and looked at the dark golden haired male with a brown and blue eye.

"I know, I know. But I think he likes you," the Delawarean male said.

"Sometimes, when someone from a foreign country falls for someone from the country they've either moved to or are visiting, they revert back to their mother tongue."

When he said that, Aisha thought for a moment.

"He seemed to do that," Jack pointed out.

A sigh escaped the Indianan female.

"I just don't know Jack," she said.

"Until you find out, I'm not giving up on you two," Jack said.

Aisha rolled her eyes as Jack left.


Ever since they first met, Havryil and Aisha have been randomly seeing each other in the city and have been hanging out.

Today was one of those days where they weren't exactly doing much, so the two were sitting on a park bench and watching the kids play in the leaves that had fallen from the trees.

Nothing was said between the two.

Brown eyes of Aisha looked over the Ukrainian sitting next to her.

Slowly but surely, she reached and got a hold of his hand.

Blue eyes of Havryil blink and look to see her hand in his.

A slight smile crossed his face as he entwined their fingers before he pressed the back of her hand to his lips in a kiss.

His action made Aisha blush.

She hadn't been expecting that.

When he smiled innocently at her, she found her face heating up.

He's a cinnamon roll, to pure for this world.

Aisha soon found she couldn't control herself for she kissed Havryil out of nowhere.

Havryil's eyes widened at that and a blush spread across his face.


The blond Scotsman known as Blair Burns sighed as he walked through his city of Edinburgh.

At some point, his friend from the American state of New Mexico was to be visiting.

It's been a couple years since he came out as pansexual at the meeting and no one that he was friends with had a good enough personality for him to be attracted to them.

Except for one.

And that person was visiting him.

A sigh escaped the Scotsman with schizoid personality disorder.

He didn't know when the other would show up, but he knew they would.

All of a sudden, he heard someone call his name.

"Blair!"

The voice sounded like a mix between masculine and feminine.

Blair stopped in his tracks and turned to see a smiling face outlined by strands of scraggly black hair, most of which was pulled into twin pigtails.

From the back, they looked like a female.

On the front side, they were definitely male.

A very gay looking male with the color of the clothing they're wearing for the shirt is pink, the vest is purple, and the pants are a light shade of blue.

A slight smile crossed the Scotsman's face.

"Ah, Marissa. Yer here," he greeted his transgender friend.

"Well hello to you too," Marissa said.

Marissa's real name is Bradley, but she doesn't really like that name.

Or the fact they were born in the wrong body.

"Come. Let's walk," Blair said and offered a hand, something he wouldn't normally do.

Brown eyes of Marissa's widened at that for it's the first-time Blair's ever done that.

Soon, Marissa was smiling and holding Blair's hand like a love-struck school girl dating her senpai because for the most part, Marissa is pretty much love struck.

Where the two were walking exactly they had no idea.

They just wanted to walk.

Internally, Blair is freaking out.

Externally, his expression remained neutral.

Part of that is because of his schizoid personality disorder.

The rest is because it's only natural to be this way around the one person you're in love with.


Blair and Marissa ended up going to the Royal Botanic Garden in the city.

What Marissa didn't know was that there would be a surprise when they were done.

A smile crossed Blair's face as he watched Marissa and got pictures of her with his camera.

"Ooo, everything here was just beautiful," Marissa said when they were at the end.

Jade green eyes of Blair look at the American.

"There's one thing ye forgot to mention though," he said.

She blinked and looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

Blair put his camera in his pocket after turning it off.

He then took hold of both of Marissa's hands in his own.

"Yer personality."

Marissa tilted her head at that.

"What about my personality?"

And cue the mental swear.

"It's whit made me fall fer ye," Blair said.

At that, Marissa's eyes widened.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Sure enough, it also made her smile.

"To be honest, I've been in love with you for quite some time now," she told.

"So, eh, will ye..." Blair trailed off.

A chuckle escaped Marissa.

"Yes, of course I will."

Blair soon found himself blushing as he leaned forward and kissed the American, who in turn kissed back.

There was some cheers as well as clapping.


Howell Bowen sat on the couch reading a book.

The Welsh male wasn't much of a party person.

It was a costume party and he was dressed as the tenth Doctor from Doctor Who.

A sigh escaped a female and she sat on the other side of the couch.

Green eyes glanced at her to find its Chiara Vargas, Lovino's sister and female counterpart.

She was dressed as Pikachu.

A slight blush crossed his face and he went back to reading.

"I'm bored," Chiara said.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Howell asked.

Chiara blinked and looked at the blond.

"You're one of Arthur's brothers, aren't you?" She asked.

"That I am," he said.

"And you're Lovino's sister?" He asked and looked at her.

The brunette couldn't help but stare into his piercing leaf green eyes when she said her answer.

"Yeah."

Howell put a bookmark in his book before closing it and setting it down.

"Would you be up for a drinking contest?" He asked with a smile.

At that, Chiara couldn't help but smile smugly.

"You're on Doctor," she said.

She may or may not have seen a couple episodes of Doctor Who.

"Come on then," Howell said and got up.

Chiara got up as well and followed the Welsh male to the kitchen, where he got several bottles of alcohol and set them on the island.

Both male and female took one of the bottles and popped the top off.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"You bet your ass I am," Chiara said.

Smiling, they started drinking on the count of three.

Their drinking continued until Chiara was drunk and Howell's head was buzzing.

The Italian female was giggling and hugging his arm.

Multiple times she kissed his cheek.

"How do you *hic* feel about me kissing your cheek?" Chiara asked.

"I don't mind," Howell said.

"How about this then?"

Out of nowhere, she kissed him on the lips.

His eyes widened at that and a blush spread across his face.

Leaf green eyes looked at her face to see her eyes closed.

Seeing as there was no other option, he kissed back and closed his eyes.

After a couple minutes, it was broken and both opened their eyes.

"You kissed back," she said.

"Heh, yeah. Suppose I did," he said.

"Maybe you like me," she said with a flirty smile.

"Maybe I do," he said.

"Ask me out then."

A smile crossed his face.

"Alright then. Would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" He asked.

Chiara's smile grew.

"Yeah. Now let's take it to your room."

"Horny now, are we?" He asked before taking her hand and leading her to his room.

Of course, she was still drunk, so that could be why.

They had passed by Howell's little sister Aaliyah on the way to his room. The door was shut and the clothes were thrown on the floor.


The following morning, Howell was the first one to wake up.

He looked around, a bit confused, until he came across his clothes and someone else's clothes on the floor.

Realization dawned on him and he looked to see Chiara's head resting on his chest and her arms around his waist.

Hell, he even had an arm around her.

"Oh for fuck's sake," he muttered.

Seeing as how he couldn't move with her arms around him and her head on him, he waited for her to wake.

After what seemed like forever, Chiara's eyes opened and she made a soft sound.

"Morning sleepyhead," Howell said.

Almost immediately, Chiara's eyes widened when she heard his voice.

Raising her head and looking down, she saw the bare chest of the blond Welshman she had been talking to the night before.

She then looked at his face to see him smiling slightly.

"That was some night, huh?" He asked.

"Did we..." She trailed off.

"I'm afraid so," Howell said.

"Oh my god," she said and sat up, covering her chest with his sheets.

"I'm going to get dressed, then go to the store and get a couple pregnancy tests," Howell said before rolling out of bed and getting dressed in what he was wearing the night before.

"Alright," Chiara said.

She currently didn't want to get out of bed but she knew she had to.

After Howell left, she got out of bed and dressed in her Pikachu outfit, seeing as how she didn't have any other change of clothes with her.

The Italian female went downstairs and to the kitchen, where she saw Howell's little sister.

"Ciao," she said.

Aaliyah looked at her and smiled.

"Hello," she said.

"What were you and big brother doing last night?"

When Aaliyah said that, Chiara looked at her.

"Howell's your brother?"

The Welsh female nodded.

"Yeah. I'm also his capital, Cardiff."

At that, Chiara's face turned the color of a tomato.

"I think I banged your brother," Chiara said.

When she said that, Aaliyah's eyes widened.

"And I didn't see any form of protection."

"Dang," was all Aaliyah said.

"Must've been pretty drunk last night."

Both females sat in silence while they waited for Howell to come back and when he did, Chiara went to him and snatched the two pregnancy tests from him and went to the bathroom to take them.

Howell looked to see Aaliyah standing in the kitchen doorway peering out.

"She told me you two did it last night," Aaliyah said.

A sigh from the blond.

"Yep. When I got up, our clothes were on the floor and her head was on my chest," Howell said.

After a couple minutes, Chiara walked to Howell and handed him one of the tests.

She only took the one and she didn't want to read it.

"Tell me the result," she said. Howell took the test from her and looked at it.

Light pink dusted his cheeks when he saw the result and his eyes widened slightly.

"Well, came out positive."

Chiara looked at him with wide eyes.

"Positive?" She asked.

"Yeah," Howell said.

"You know what that means."

"Pregnant," she said.


Annebeth and Blair's 2P, Duncan, had been dating ever since that incident the year before.

Currently, the Danish female was resting on the Scotsman's chest, her arms wrapped around him.

Both were sitting on the couch in Annebeth's living room.

There was a smile on Duncan's face and he has an arm wrapped around her.

"It's been a year since we started dating," Duncan said.

The Danish female smiled at that.

"Ja, and it's been a great year."

In Duncan's free hand, he was holding a small black box, though Annebeth was unaware of it.

"There's something A want tae ken Annebeth," Duncan said.

Blue eyes looked up at him.

"What is it Duncan?" She asked.

It was then that he held up the box and she looked at it, eyes wide.

He opened with his thumb it to reveal a ring.

Upon seeing it, Annebeth's eyes widened and she gasped.

She hugged him tighter than before.

"Will ye marry me?" Duncan asked with a smile.

A smile crossed Annebeth's face.

"Yes, of course I will," she said.

Duncan smiled more at that before kissing her head.

The Danish female took the ring from its box and placed it on her ring finger.

"I can't wait to tell the others," Annebeth said, looking over the ring on her finger.


Emma and Aleksander's 2P, Aleksey, have been seeing each other for a couple months now.

He hadn't had the chance to ask her out yet, but that was soon to change.

When he showed up at her door, he was dressed nice, though he was still wearing his scarf, and behind his back was a bouquet of flowers.

He was just about to knock on the door when it opened to reveal the blue-eyed brunette.

"Oh, hej Aleksey," she said with a smile.

"Hi Emma," he said.

He wasn't one for showing emotion much.

The only times he really did was around Emma.

The Russian 2P looked her over to see she was wearing her doctor outfit.

When she saw that, she looked at her clothes.

"I got off work ten minutes ago," she clarified and looked at him.

"Ahh, I see," Aleksey said.

"So, what brings you here?" Emma asked.

Aleksey then held out the flowers to her.

"I got these for you, though they're not as pretty as you are," he said.

Emma's eyes widened at that and she blushed.

"Oh, Aleksey," she said, smiling.

She took the flowers.

"You didn't have to do this."

The male shrugged.

"But I wanted to because, well, I love you," he admitted, looking out the corners of his eyes.

When he said that, Emma's eyes widened more and she looked at him to see faint color in his cheeks.

She then leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

Yellow eyes looked at the Swede in surprise.

"If this is your way of asking me on a date, then the answer is yes."


The Irish male named Dillon Collins was to meet up with the Ukrainian female Iryna Chernenko as his daughter was to meet up with Iryna's son Havryil.

Of course, that didn't necessarily mean that they had to date or anything.

Just talk about stuff.

It also didn't mean Dillon doesn't love Iryna, because he does.

What he really wanted to know was if she felt the same about him, even though he has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.

The first disorder was because of the Easter Rising of 1916; the second was anyone's guess.

Dillon and Iryna had agreed to meet up in her capital of Kiev, so Trina and Dillon had taken a plane to Ukraine to meet up with the two Ukrainian personifications.

He tugged on the hem of his green shirt.

What if she turned him down?

SQUIRREL!

Trina got a hold of his arm and tugged, bringing him back.

"We have ta meet up wit' Havryil and Iryna, remember?"

"Oh yeah," he said.

And with that, the two Irish personifications made their way to Iryna's place.

Once there, Dillon knocked on the door.

Who answered the door was none other than Havryil, Iryna's black-haired son.

A smile crossed his face when he saw who it was.

"Hello there. Come on inside."

After Dillon and Trina were in, Havryil shut the door behind them.

"Mama's in the bathroom, she should be out any minute," he informed.

Dillon looked through what was in the room as Havryil took Trina to his room to talk.

He hadn't wanted to possibly disturb the nations when they were talking.

When Iryna joined Dillon in the room he was in, she wasn't wearing her usual farmer clothing.

As soon as Dillon saw her, his eyes widened and he blushed.

She was wearing a floor length dress in the color of the blue on her flag and the short-sleeved jacket she was wearing was the yellow of her flag, as was her headband.

"Wow," he breathed.

"How do I look?" She asked a bit shyly.

"Beautiful," was all he said.

"You think so?" Iryna asked.

All Dillon could do was nod.

She smiled at that.

"I did this for you, you know."

"You did?" He asked.

Now it's her turn to nod.

"The reason I had you come here was so I could tell you I love you."

Dillon's eyes widened more when she said that.

"I wanted ta tell you t'e same t'ing," he said.

He then went and hugged her.

She smiled and hugged back, burying her face in him.

Neither noticed two heads peeking out at them.

"I knew they could do it," Havryil said.

"Aye," Trina agreed.