A/N: Okay, so here we are! Sorry for this being so late, but what with finals and all, I've been a tad preoccupied. But enough with excuses, here's the next chapter. Sorry for any spelling/grammatical mistakes there may be; I finished this at a late time.

Even after Russia stopped the car, America didn't move to get out of it. His blue eyes were still fixated on the windshield, and he was replaying their short, terrifying trip to the GUM in his mind. Not only had Russia two-wheeled it across the square and nearly killed a number of people, but he had almost crashed head-on into the GUM department store itself, skidding to a halt just before they were smushed into the stone.

"We're here," Russia pointed out when no one got out. In the backseat, Estonia and Lithuania shared America's wide-eyed expression. Never let Russia drive ever again...Never let Russia drive ever again, Estonia repeated to himself. The sound of fingernails popping out of seat fabric could be heard as the three men released their death grips on their seats. Russia smiled in satisfaction as they slipped out of the car. What he didn't notice was that America needed to steady himself by holding onto the hood of the car for a moment before regaining his equilibrium.

"Er, Russia?" Estonia asked tentatively, making sure to be on the other side of the car for safety, and looking at the man he was addressing over the roof.

"Da, Eduard?" Russia asked, slamming the driver's side door shut. The loud noise made Estonia flinch, but he kept going.

"What say I drive again for the rest of today? I mean, you should be more focused on our guest than on the roads," he added hurriedly. Russia looked thoughtful, then nodded.

"If you wish to, Eduard. Oh, but Toris, you take over if he needs you to," Russia said. Lithuania nodded quickly, and nearly had an embolism when he noticed that the front of the car was only a foot away from the GUM building. And there were long, black skid-marks starting from where Russia had stepped on the brakes. America shot a furtive glance at the Baltic nations; he had obviously noticed the proximity to the car and building, which Russia was now pointing at with his Pipe. The Russian was chatting animatedly about the history of the GUM department store, unaware that the three other men were now just sitting on the hood of the car, trying to stop the images of a hundred flattened people lying all bloody on the Square.

Luckily, America had a brief distraction when his cell phone rang. He grinned at Russia and told him to hang on a minute before answering.

"Sorry, but only my boss has this number. Hello?" he said, flipping open the phone. "Uh huh...yeah...we're in Moscow right now...no, I dunno...okay!" America trailed a finger over the phone, searching for something. He smiled when he found the speakerphone button. "He wants to talk to you," he said to Russia, holding the phone between them.

"Zdrastvuitye, sir," Russia said politely.

"Greetings, Mr. Braginski," America's boss said. "How're things over there?"

"We're doing fine," America said. "Ivan's been showing me around Moscow."

"Are we still on for the START I renewal, Mr. Braginski?"

"Yes sir, President Medvedev still plans on meeting you in April in Prague," Russia confirmed. America smiled absently, swinging his legs back and forth in slight boredom. he had sort of forgotten why he had come to Russia's in the first place. Something about nuclear weapons or renewal of something... something along those lines, perhaps?

"Mr. Jones?" America's name made him look back to the phone. "Anything to add that doesn't include robots?"

"Hm...nope, I think I'm good," America decided. "Bye!"

"Goodbye Mr. Jones, Mr. Braginski." America snapped the phone shut, smiling apologetically at Russia.

"Sorry about that," he said. "But you know, it's the Boss and all."

"I understand; my boss frequently-" Russia was interrupted by his own cell phone. Lithuania laughed.

"Speak of the Devil and he may appear," he said as Russia answered.

"Yonda?" Russia said into the phone. America could hear muffled Russian coming from the other end, and he recognized the voice as that of Russia's boss. "Da...nyet...pochemu? Oh, pravil“no. Da, ja budu tam v odno mgnovenie. Da svidania*," Russia said, pocketing the phone

"What's up with Mr. Boss-Man?" America asked curiously.

"My boss wants me to come finish up some work," Russia explained. "Luckily, the Kremlin is just across the square. Estonia and Lithuania can show you around for a few hours."

"Aw, why? What's the paperwork?" America whined, once again reminding Russia of how childish America could act. It made him smile.

"Oh, I don't know. Probably something to do with that disarmament later, I'd guess," Russia said.

"So it is the disarmament!" America exclaimed. "That was it!" Russia looked incredulously at him, eyebrow raised.

"You forgot what the whole reason your boss was coming here was for?" he asked disbelievingly. America smiled sheepishly, glancing down at his feet.

"Not completely," he defended himself. "I knew there was going to be something to do with bombs in the very near future." He stopped there, for when he tried to think of lucid arguments, pictures of robots were the only things that came to mind. Dammit.

"Well, you truly haven't changed," Lithuania said, grinning. America swatted him playfully and smiled.

"Guess not," he admitted. America yawned and rubbed his eyes for a moment.

"Tired?" Russia asked, amused. America grinned.

"Hey, for me, it's five in the morning," he said. "Stupid jet lag."

"We can get coffee in the store," Lithuania promised with a helpful smile. "Or soda; whatever you want."

"Great!" America said, turning back to Russia. "All right Ivan, we won't keep you; you can go the Kremlin while these guys tow me around." Russia clapped him on the shoulder, taking care not to land him in the snow again like last time, and promised he would be back in two hours tops.

"Okay! Call me when you get out," America instructed, scribbling down his number on a scrap of paper Lithuania gave him. Russia nodded and split off from the group, heading into the Kremlin, where his boss met him after Security.

"Good morning, sir," he said to him.

"Greetings Mr. Braginski," President Medvedev said briskly. "You forgot to finish those papers from last week."

"Ah, right," Russia said, trying to remember. He actually couldn't recollect any time last week when he had worked on any papers; perhaps that was his boss' point. Medvedev walked with Russia into his office. Russia wondered what he could still want, but tried to ignore it. Sitting behind his desk, Russia began to read over the papers. He had been right; they were mainly forms about the START 1 in April. Reduction of nuclear warheads, a bunch of percentages, sign at the bottom, random acronyms, numbers, and more signatures; everything Russia already knew.

"So where's Mr. Jones?" Medvedev asked. He had sat silently in a chair at the side of Russia's office and idly watched him begin scribbling out a hasty signature.

"Oh, I left him with Lithuania and Estonia. They'll show him around the Square," Russia said, not looking up from his work.

"How does he like it here?" Russia chuckled as he was scanning over a wordy paragraph that basically stated by how much missiles would be diminished.

"He hasn't closed his eyes since he got here," Russia told him. "Wants to see everything at once, be everywhere at once, all in one day. Loves it, except for the snow part. He forgets to keep his head down at times."

"That's good to hear." Medvedev looked hesitantly at Russia, who was holding the pen up at eye level, watching with captivated purple eyes. The tip had become unscrewed a little bit and black ink was beginning to drip out, splattering onto the glass desk top in a pattern that reminded Russia fondly of blood...

"Mr. Braginski?" Russia blinked and looked up at Medvedev. He had a sort of frightened expression on, and was seemingly retreating as far back into his chair as possible. Glancing back down, Russia saw the ink droplets on the desk. He reached over to wipe them off, idly wondering why Medvedev was shrinking back into his seat.

"Da?" Russia asked curiously, going back to his papers. Medvedev shook his head.

"Nothing, nothing," he said hastily, returning to his normal position, though he still looked a little disturbed. Russia shrugged a shoulder and returned to his paperwork.

An hour later, Russia bid Medvedev a hasty goodbye - Medvedev was still looking at him with an odd expression, for some reason - and was trying to call America.

"Hello?" America answered inquisitively.

"Alfred, where are you three?" Russia asked, giving his surroundings a cursory glance.

"We're all the way across the Square," America said. He sounded like he was yelling a bit. "Here, can you see us?"

"No..." Russia said, squinting around at the Square. "Hang on, are you the one jumping around and waving your arms in the air?"

"Yep, that's me!" America said. "I'll see you in two minutes."

Russia snapped the phone closed and stowed it in one of the immense pockets of his long coat. He met America most of the way across the Square, followed by Lithuania and Estonia.

"Hello America," Russia said. "How was the GUM?"

"It was awesome! There's cool stores and stuff everywhere, and-" America began rambling, but it was quickly cut off by another yawn. "And it's about six in the morning for me," he finished.

"I think we should get him home," Lithuania said, laughing slightly. "I remember that America can get rather interesting when sleep-deprived."

"I'll drive," Estonia added quickly. Russia shrugged agreeably and helped America stumble to the car.

"You seem rather intoxicated," Russia commented, watching as America could barely walk in a straight line.

"Nah, I just get that way when I'm tired," America explained once they were in the car. "Plus, I got really hyper off way too much coffee, and I guess it's kinda winding down."

"I knew there was some amount of caffeine he's not allowed to have, some kind of limit," Lithuania commented, "but I guess I forgot."

"Wasn't your fault; I forget all the time," America said brightly. He really did sound sort of like a person who was very happy as the result of way too many drinks.

"America, why don't you just get some rest," Lithuania suggested, hearing the slight slurred quality to America's voice. "We'll get home in about an hour, and you'll probably fall asleep before then, anyway."

Less than three minutes later, America was asleep, leaning against the car door. Lithuania and Estonia were chatting quietly in the front seats, and Russia was looking aimlessly out the window. After a while, they passed something that made Russia's head turn, eying it in consideration until it was out of sight. Smirking, he realized he had the beginnings of their next escapade.

Translations:

Da...Yes
nyet...no
pochemu?: Why?
Oh, pravil“no: Oh, that's it.
Da, ja budu tam v odno mgnovenie: Yes, I'll be there in a minute
Da svidania: Goodbye

Sorry for any inaccuracies; I got this off the internet. Feel free to correct me if this is wrong!

A/N: There you are, back on track and ready to move forward! Once again, sorry about the lateness, and I tried to make this chapter semi-longer than my previous ones in compensation. The next chapter may be a tad late as well, I'm still in the middle of finals and I've got to study my ass off. Until next time!