After a couple of minutes of breezing through the manual and swatting Ivan's hand away from her sunflower hair clip, Monika decided to just open the box and reprogram directly. Besides, she didn't have a unit of his sister, or Prussia, not to mention that she couldn't play the piano nearly as good enough as Austria. Though, she thought, it would be hard to resist poking him. Strangely enough, Monika had the habit of voicing her thoughts outloud as well, so Ivan suggested,

"Why don't you just take out a gun and shoot at something?"

Monika turned around to look at the crate, "Nah, I've never shot a gun before...and the manual says that it doesn't have any bullets with him."

Ivan shrugged before wandering into the kitchen, "Suit yourself."

Monika stuck her tongue out at Ivan before carefully removing the crate top with the greatest of ease and looking down at the unit inside. He was asleep, as expected, and was cradling one of the firearms as if it were a teddy bear. Monika decided to take a picture with her phone camera before waking him up to use later; probably for blackmail and the like. She then gently shook him awake by his shoulders, making sure not to seem like she was attacking him. She noticed that he had woken up, but had kept his eyes shut, just to make sure that there wasn't any danger. Monika made a mental note to ask him to teach her how to do that later. Then, after a few more seconds of pretending to be asleep, Vash (better known as Switzerland) decided to open his eyes and peer suspiciously at Monika, who was resting her head on the edge of the crate much like a small child would.

"Hello," she began, deciding to get on his good side as fast as possible, "Would you like something to eat? We have cheese."

x

A painfully awkward silence hanged over the kitchen table.

Ivan was smiling cheerfully, happily eating the cheese omelet that he had forced- I mean ASKED NICELY for Monika to make. Monika herself was still chewing on her second bite, too busy pretending to be doing her homework to try and break the ice once more. Vash was glaring with suspicion at Ivan while keeping an eye on Monika. After a few more minutes, he cleared his throat,

"Erm, thank you for the food."

Monika, who was just so gosh darn happy that the pressure of the awkward silence was gone, nodded to Vash in appreciation. Sure, Ivan had thanked her many times, but he was so creepy and just overall intimidating that Monika couldn't really pay attention to anything, "No problem. Would you like some more?"

Vash nodded a bit more eagerly than he intended to, and Monika refrained from smiling. It had probably been a long time since he had eaten so much. Thankfully, Ivan wasn't feeling as peckish as Vash was today so there would be plenty of leftovers. Speaking of which, Monika really needed to continue playing her pokemon game...But that's not important. Once Monika set the plate down in front of Vash again, she sat down and actually started to do her homework. Well she would have had the door bell not suddenly rang.

It was another delivery man.

And another crate.

"WAIT NO WHAT?" Monika shouted, flailing into where Ivan was sitting and successfully falling out of her chair. Ivan, who was happy that Monika's anxiety came back, laughed at Vash's 'what the hell is she doing?' expression. Since she was busy hiding under the table with Chirifu (who was busy investigating whether Vash was a threat or not), Ivan took the liberty of getting up to answer the door. Vash was staring at Monika, who was murmuring about going into the 'Twilight Zone' or something of the like. It was actually a rather funny picture; a creepy Russian scaring the delivery man, a trigger-happy Swiss trying not to lose his temper, an obtuse teenager hiding under the table, and a one-eyed dog growling at the deliveryman. It reminded Monika of a ninety's sitcom that she had long forgotten, something about eating twenty-three really bad subs...

"It's Gilbert!" Ivan cheerfully shouted.

"WHAT." Monika and Vash both yelled simultaneously.

Monika immediately scurried out from under the table to keep Ivan from doing something stupid, while Vash's hunger quickly vanished at the thought of Prussia prancing around anywhere near him. Ivan just kept on smiling and patting Monika on the head as if she were a dog while she sped through the manual. Vash peered over her shoulder (she was almost as tall as him, dammit), to see if this unit was capable of dieing or pain. Monika, meanwhile, was wondering if the company made a mistake and shipped two at once. Not that that mattered anymore, what she needed was a way for Prussia to behave yet be a distraction to Ivan so he could stop bullying her...

"Ivan," she began, throwing the book into Vash's face (she was lucky he didn't shoot women or children), "Go downstairs please."

Ivan stared at her for a bit before complying and heading downstairs with that terrible 'kolkolkolkolkol' laugh following him.

She thanked whatever god was watching over her, "Okay okay, Swissy!" Vash twitched, ignoring the nick-name and trying to control his temper, "I think I'm going to go with option three. That way, he can listen to us, but still cause Ivan a hard time."

Vash thought about this, and slowly nodded. He didn't need that damn Prussian bothering him with his shenanigans.

"Okay okay okay," she said, once more talking to herself, "Now all I need to do is remember some random Russian words..."

After a while, Monika finally remembered the weird Russian song she had found whilst browsing for BelarusxRussia fanart (though she had yet to tell Ivan that she liked that pairing), and began to speak as well as she could (which was not that well), "моей огpомной любви хватит нам двоим с головою . "

Déjà vu suddenly stroke Monika as the box began to tremble much like Ivan's box had when he thought she was his sister. She turned to Vash, who was secretly enjoying the poor Prussian's pain, and nodded to him like she had seen so many people in Japanese cartoons do. And they proceeded to carefully open the trembling box

"Oh." said Monika, who was not quite sure whether to be happy or not, "We got Girl-Version Gilbert."

Vash suddenly took back what he thought about not shooting women.

AH DAMN I'M ONE DAY LATTTEEE.