Yay, chapter three! :D

It's got a bit of attitude in it…and a bit of creepiness.

I'll explain later~ 3

I don't own the 'lullaby', Axis Powers Hetalia, or anything you might recognize. :3

Thanks to Fifii96 for reviewing, and all the people around the world who have looked at my story~!

I woke up the next day and the nations were still sleeping soundly, so I got up and made breakfast.

I stayed in my pajamas, but added a black-and-purple plaid fluffy robe and black fuzzy slippers…because fuzzy = epic. :D

I guess the smell of bacon and waffles woke the two nations because as soon as I set the plate of uber-delicious noms on the table, the two were sitting patiently and staring at me.

"Sup, guys?" I asked.

I sat down and smiling at them brightly, my green eyes twinkling a bit.

"How is it you're up so early, Virginia?" The country said as he piled bacon onto his plate happily.

"Italy, it's one in the afternoon…" I muttered.

"I know! It's so early!" Said the nation sleepily, downing a slice of bacon while America passed the food to me; I looked at him questioningly.

"Heroes are chivalrous, right?" He said, shrugging.

"I guess…" My tone was slightly suspicious.

I put a ton of bacon onto my plate but still left plenty for America, and if anyone wanted seconds.

Later, we all got bored, and so I found my old karaoke machine and we jammed out to multiple songs…it was funny to watch America dance…

Then, after that, I dragged them to Olive Garden (Italy loved the pasta there ^^) and after that we went home and we watched another movie, but not a horror movie.

I'm not getting stuck between two snoring men (no matter how fluffy), and believe me, they snore.

And they also cuddle.

A lot.

Like, really, the kind of cuddling that France himself would approve of. D:

Somehow, I got dragged back home by the two nations and was now playing Pokémon on the Wii.

"Go, Pikachu!" I shouted, and soon enough, I'd defeated Italy's Psyduck.

I then took on America's Raichu, and it was a really close battle, but he won…

So I threw a pillow at him, and his feathery doom was imminent.

I went to bed another hour later after talking with the nations, and again there was a knock on the door.

It was loud and persistent, and so I got up and opened the door.

Both the nations stood there, held captive by men.

One man had slicked-back blond hair and blue eyes…no, it couldn't be….Not Germany…?

The other was another blond, with spiky hair, green eyes and bushy eyebrows.

Britain. -.-;

"Why have you captured my ally?" Germany shouted in his thick accent, most likely waking up the tenants in the other apartments.

I facepalmed as Italy looked like he'd rather be sleeping, and a good 1,000 feet from Britain, mind you.

America muttered a small 'help'.

I sighed and facepalmed again.

"Here's the deal, nutbergers, I'm Virginia Pierce. I forgot how but these nutcases arrived in boxes, and I've fed them and given them shelter, so quit your whining!"

"She gave me pasta!" Italy chimed in happily.

"Vat? So you veren't holding zem captive?" Germany exclaimed, thoroughly flabbergasted.

"…I'm going back to bed." I said, and did so, leaving the nations to themselves.

I found the next morning that my idea was horrible, and when I woke, I saw a mess.

Chairs were overturned, the TV was on the floor, lamps and tables were knocked over, and there was a small crack in the window.

The pack of frozen hamburgers in my freezer was gone, as was all my macaroni and cheese, and something smelled burnt.

"NATIONS!" I screeched, and the four—curious and/or scared—ran over.

"I…I blame Germany!" America said, pointing at the blond, who looked furious.

"It vas Britain's fault!" He stormed, and the bushy-browed nation looked shameful.

"Italy kept whining about being hungry, so I made him some pasta, since you weren't awake. He cried about it being bland, so I made hamburgers and America stole all of them but one!" He raged, and Italy just hid behind me.

I…I'm not even sure how Britain managed to mess up making macaroni…

I feel a little sad…

"Listen and listen well, you pathetic excuses for countries!" I began, putting on an army general voice.

America saluted, Germany looked skeptical, and Britain stood upright with his chest puffed out (like a nerd).

"You have made the WORST mess I have EVER seen in my LIFE! You will clean it up, and Italy, if you don't help clean I'll never make pasta EVER AGAIN!"

And with that, I went back to sleep while I heard the clatter of cleaning supplies.

Britain poked his head in, blushing a bit, and said, "I'm sorry for the mess, miss…?"

"Virginia." I said, chucking a pillow at his face.

Later, I woke again to see the apartment spotless!

I gaped around for a second before noticing the guys were tired-looking, and Italy was passed out on the floor.

"Uh…?" I sputtered; I didn't actually expect them to clean my house!

"We cleaned everything, and fixed the glass." Germany stated, trying to sound as alert and not-worn-out.

"Uh…thanks, guys….h-hey Italy…Feliciano?" I asked, poking the unconscious nation with my fuzzy-slippered foot and earning strange looks.

"He won't wake up…maybe those hamburgers were a bit undercooked…" Britain said thoughtfully.

America gagged a bit.

"U-undercooked! I won't die, will I?"

Germany smacked him over the head.

"…Pasta." I said quietly.

"PASTAAA~!"

And I was on the floor, being hugged around the stomach by a now-fully-alert Italy.

"Italy, get off of her!" Germany raged.

Italy jumped up like a dog who got hit with a newspaper.

"Aw, c'mon, lighten up, Germany! He loves pasta!" I scolded the blond, giving the now-sniffling pasta-loving country a hug, and Germany rolled his eyes.

"You're too soft, fraulein…"

I stuck my tongue out and flipped Germany the Gilbird, then stole Italy into the kitchen.

"Are we gonna make pasta?" He asked excitedly.

"No, not right now…but I have some art material if you want to draw," I added quickly, seeing Italy's disappointed face, and he smiled again and clapped.

"Yay, I haven't drawn in a long time~!" He cheered, and I went and dug out an old sketchbook full of Hetalia doodles.

When Italy noticed one paper of Russia, he looked scared; so much so he opened his eyes wide.

It was a very, very horrific and graphic picture that I'd drawn as a Halloween tribute.

He held his pipe, covered in blood, and part of his face was concealed by darkness; his eyes were dilated and the picture just generally gave off an ominous feel to it.

Italy began shaking.

"Gah…GERMANY~!" He screamed, and within a split second said country rushed into my clean kitchen, only to be glomped and nearly choked by the hug he received from Italy.

"What is it Ita—oh Mein Gott…!"

And so I ripped that page out, doodled pasta, and Italy began happily drawing, the incident behind him.

Germany, however, would not be forgetting it any time soon.

By now it was around dinner time, so I made food for everyone to their own specific liking: pasta for Italy, wurst for Germany, a random steak for Britain, and hamburgers for America.

After dinner, everyone sat in the living room where we watched TV and I taught America about common sense.

"So that's why you never jump into a pit of snakes without a good reason."

"Ah, I see now!"

After a while, everyone was tired, and I sighed.

"Well, I don't really have room for all of you…" I said.

"That's fine; we have train tickets to head back home, right, Germany?" Britain said, waving his hand a bit.

Germany was silent, looking at Britain menacingly.

"R-right?" Britain and I asked simultaneously.

"Nein, I'm afraid…that there was a bit of a language barrier…."

"You shot the person, didn't you?" I monotoned, and Germany flushed red.

I took that as a yes, and I supposed Britain did, too, because the glare under the bushy eyebrows spelt doom.

"I…can try and make room, I suppose…" I muttered.

The evil glare lifted from Britain's face and I giggled slightly.

"Let's see, now….hmm…Germany, how's the guest room sound?…" I began.

"That vill be fine." Germany said, nodding slightly.

"Britain…hmm, calling you Britain is getting annoying. I'll call you by your name…Arthur, correct? Either way, you're getting the couch."

Arthur nodded slightly.

"And America, you can take the floor. Don't worry, it's carpeted….Italy, you'll stay on the floor in Germany's room, alright?"

"Ve~!"

And so it was decided.

We all went to our separate sleeping spaced, and I sat up in my bed and waited, reading a book.

Three…

Two….

One.

Knock, knock…

"Come in." I was not surprised to see a quaking Italy; though it was rather shocking to see Germany standing behind him.

"Virginiaaaaa!" Italy began, and started babbling incoherently about Russians in his closet.

"Translation?" I stated flatly to Germany.

"He said that he's afraid Russia is hiding in ze closet… he vants you to sing him a lullaby…we asked Britain but he only made things worse…"

I sighed, and stood, went and tucked Italy into the air-mattress I had blown up for him.

"I…I don't actually know any lullabies, though…" I whispered, and when Germany gave me a glare, I gave him another Gilbird.

"It's okay~ just…please sing, I heard you singing for America when we got here…" Italy said, a note of soft panic in his normally happy voice.

I, too, remembered singing the National Anthem to get the burger-loving nut out of his box.

Then, after pointlessly reminiscing, in a soft, comforting tone, I began singing.

Slowly fading away, you're lost and so afraid

Where is the hope, in a world so cold?

Looking for a distant light, someone who can save a life

Living in fear that no one will hear your cry…

Italy and Germany looked confused—the song sounded very depressing to them.

Then I sang the chorus, sitting next to Italy and stroking his hair lovingly as a mother would.

I am with you,

I will carry you through it all

I won't leave you, I will catch you

When you feel like letting go, cause you're not,

You're not alone

Italy smiled softly, but since his eyes were always closed it was impossible to tell whether or not he was waking or dreaming.

I smiled, and I noticed that Germany was also beginning to doze.

After another minute or two, I heard gentle snoring from both of them, and headed to my own room to sleep.

Standing at the door, however, were two small lumps.

"W-wha…?" I muttered, and poked one with my foot; a chibi America popped out of the bomber jacket sleepily.

"Five more minutes…" he whined, and an angry, previously asleep and chibi-fied Arthur popped out of his own military coat, rubbing his eyes, and that's all it took.

I fainted.

Muahaha, plot twist! :D

The song was 'Not Alone' by a band called Red. I don't own them, or the song, and I never will!

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