A/N: Sorry for the late update! Like, seriously late.

I feel bad...

Anyway, it's still Johan's POV. You'll understand what the hell happened last chapter.

Also, in my random headcannons, Germany is a doctor, Ukraine is a therapist/psychologist, and Belarus is a veterinarian. Don't ask, it was just something that popped into my head one day.

I listened to the phone ring as I held it to my ear. I quickly heard the answer.

"Hello Netherlands?" It's a female voice, so it must be Ukraine's gender bend.

"Uh, hallo." I said. "This is Johan, the male Netherlands." I heard her pause on the other end.

"Ah, yes." She sighed. "Is everything alright with Netherlands?" I was a little ticked at the usage of my name, but I got over it.

"Well, she's a little weird." I said and glanced down at her cute face. "She was making pancakes and the bottle of stroop practically exploded over her her hands. Now she thinks she's four years old." I finished as Spel nearly pounced on me.

The female Ukraine sighed in frustration on the other end.

"You know her past, don't you?" She asked. I grunted in response as I peeled Spel off my leg. "Well, the mental trauma has done a number on her. There are some things that set off a child reflex, maybe smells or sights from before Burgundy died. She's a strange one, truly."

"Ah, that explains why she's so childish." I hissed. She let go of my waist and started trying to pull my arm out of it's socket. "I never caught your name actually." I said quickly.

"Katyusha Braginskaya, not that difficult. You can call me Katie though." She sighed. "Well, Anya's calling me, I need to go."

"Okay..." I sighed. She hung up before I could answer. I blinked a few times and peeled Spel's hand off my arm. She immediately started running around like a four year old.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

It was going to be a long night.

ΞΞΞTIMESKIPΞΞΞ

I glanced over at the bed she was sleeping in. I sighed heavily and hung my head. I moved to the bathroom to wash the gel out of my hair. It was askew from how much energy it took to tame the girl.

I looked in the medicine cabinet and fished out the pill bottles. Ironic really. Drug use in the country was pretty low, last time I had checked. The lowest in Europe, I think.

Stereotypes were never my favorite. Just because it was legal didn't mean every single goddamn living being had to be high 24/7.

I abandoned my internal rant and went back to cleaning up.

I was quickly done and settled on the couch. I rested my head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling for the longest time.

Something a little strange creeped into my ears though. I heard small whispers in my head. They progressively got louder until they were screaming.

I stood up and walked into the bathroom. I grabbed a few more of the pills out of the container and swallowed them hastily. In a few minutes, the voiced around me had gone away and I stood alone in a bathroom, staring at my own familiar features.

I sighed heavily and looked at the watch I never took off. The numbers swam a little, but I could tell it was nearing sunrise.

I sighed as I walked into the kitchen, trying and failing to read the words on the bags in the cupboards. I jumped when I heard my phone ring.

"Hello?" I answered in English because it was my manager.

"Johan!" He shouted. "I need you to do a show! It's in Groningen, the city. I've had a few requests for American music."

"No Mark. I don't care how much you beg, I'm not-"

"I've already sold out on tickets! It's tonight!" He said quickly. I roared into the phone and rubbed my forehead. "J-Johan?"

"Fine! When is the show?" I asked, half growling.

"It's at ten."

"I'll be there by seven." I muttered and hung up the phone.

I hissed angrily and grabbed a sports drink from the fridge and chugged it before pulled out my laptop and started typing things into youtube.

"Johan?" I nearly fell off my stool when I heard the cute voice. I looked up at the cute girl, holding a stuffed bunny to her chest. I felt myself blush at the appearance and tried not to go all Pedo Bear on her.

"Y-yes?" I asked sweetly and sat back, nearly falling off my stool.

"I can't sleep." She pouted. I could tell she still wasn't her normal self. I stood up nervously and followed her into the small bedroom. She sat in the bed and looked at me expectantly. "Can we cuddle?" She asked completely innocently. She was swinging her legs back and forth over the side of her bed, not seeming to care that they were banging into the side of the bed. "PLEASE?" She whined and pulled me in anyway, which was surprising, considering her body type.

After a few moments of rolling, she was nuzzling her face against my chest and my arm was wrapped around her.

"Slaap zacht." She whispered into my shirt, making me blush even harder, if that were possible.

"J-ja, slaap zacht."

In a few minutes, her breathing evened out and she breathed deeply. I let my head rest for the first time that night, not caring about it being almost sunrise.