Gilbert(a), once seeing that there was no Ivan around, immediately hugged both Vash and Monika with a cry of joy causing Monika to yelp (as she did NOT like physical contact) and Vash to tighten his grip on his rifle. Carefully, Monika patted the poor Prussian's head, muttering, "It's okay. It's okay", while Vash quietly reminded himself that even if he did cause a fight right then and there, he would have to pay for all the damages.

"Ah, hello Калининградская. It's been a long time. I trust you are well." Ivan's voice creeped over the heads of Vash and Monika to reach Gilbeta's ears. Almost instantaneously, she began raging and struggled against the grip of the trigger-happy Swiss, shouting curses in German and spitting at Ivan, who was still smiling happily. Monika briefly wondered why she was always alone in the house when the units made a racket…

In any case, it was quite a while before Monika could calm Gilberta down enough to introduce herself and for Gilberta to hit on both Vash and Monika, which caused Vash to (almost) punch a hole in the wall and Monika to mutter incoherently about her innocence.

Monika wondered how she would explain this all to her dear Dad. Who was coming home that night.

If somebody were to ask Monika who her favourite parent was, she would look at you strangely and ask whether having a second parent was even possible. She would then begin babbling about her father, who was quite possibly the center of Monika's universe. He was an immigration lawyer, and did cases for car accidents as well. But he was also a writer, a poet, a pianist, a guitarist, a good story teller, a skilled bed-tucker, and so much more; that by the time she would finish all the reasons why her father was amazing, time would have probably stopped.

They were currently sitting down in the living room. Russia was smiling cheerfully, Vash (who was in between Ivan and Gilberta) was trying not to lose his temper (as Liechtenstein said he needed to work on that), and Gilberta was right at home; lounging and propping her feet up on the glass coffee table. Monika smacked her feet away and cleared her throat,

"As you know now, my father is going to be returning home tonight…" Vash nodded in acknowledgement as Gilberta feigned interest in the subject, and casually scratched herself near her crotch area much like a middle-age man would do if he was watching football. Monika cringed, and continued to speak, "I expect you all to be on your best behaviour. Got it?"

Ivan nodded, though Monika didn't know whether she could trust him or not, and Vash looked too preoccupied with trying to keep Gilberta from groping him without ripping the entire couch in half.

Monika sighed, and wondered whether or not she could return Gilberta to the company, and wandered off to look for the manual that came with her. Unfortunately, all it stated was 'good luck' instead of a 1-800 number she could call for help. So she turned over the crate in search of a company name.

"LolliDictator&Co." Monika read aloud as Ivan and Gilberta raced to raid her grandmother's fridge first while she was distracted. Monika spaced out and imagined a short, teenage girl wearing a sweet Lolita dress while smoking a Cuban cigar and sitting on a big lounge chair at the very top of a big, important looking building. She giggled to herself.

Then she remembered the grim situation she was in, and frowned. From the kitchen, she ignored the sounds of Ivan and Gilbeta fighting over the attention of Chirifu, who was so overwhelmed with all the new people, he decided to lay down and take a little nap in the middle of the kitchen. Vash appeared to be squeezing a stress ball that was in his pocket and muttering something under his breath.

"Oy, girl." Gilberta addressed Monika as she pondered over the possibility of just stuffing said unit in a box and shipping her off to Venezuela, "What's this?"

Monika turned around, and looked up from her position on the ground to see her holding up her thick, red binder, "That's my German binder."

Gilberta looked interested and, ignoring the looming presence of Vash behind her (who had decided that Gilberta shouldn't be trusted around small children), continued her small little 'interrogation', "You're leaning German?"

Monika felt a tad bit uncomfortable with the odd look that came upon the Prussian woman's face, "Y-yeah, in school." She gulped, a little bit, "I'm actually supposed to be finishing my homework right now…" She starched behind her left ear nervously.

"Oh well then," Gilberta squatted to Monika's level, eyes brimming with mischief and curiosity, "Say something, Mädchen."

"Err um…etwas?" Monika cautiously answered.

Gilberta's mouth formed a firm line, before bursting out laughing,

"AHAHA, I like you Mädchen, you can hang out with me!" and she wrapped her arm around Monika's head and gave her a noogie.

"Ow." Monika flailed and tried to escape, but her efforts were wasted.

From the doorway, Vash sighed and rubbed his temples, mumbling something under the lines of, "I'm too old for this shit."

Ivan giggled, deciding that secretly ordering Prussia behind Monika's back really was a good idea after all.

Oh um, wow. Hi.

So I suddenly got a ton of followers for this story while I was busy doing other shit instead of updating.

Huh.

Well hi there! :D