Disclaimer: (Since I forgot to do this on the first chapter) If I was creative enough to have come up with Hetalia, I'd rule the world by now. So I'm not and I didn't.

A/N: I'm baaa-aaack! Quick little note here then I'll get out of your hair: This chapter takes place two years after the bet's been made. America's already lost.

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America's pov:

America walked down the street, mentally torturing himself.

How could he let this happen? He had the technology. He had the resources. He had all that was needed.

He just hadn't been able to get all of it together in time.

Russia had though. Russia had worked quickly and efficiently where America hadn't. Now Russia was the first one in space.

It was Russia's house he went to now. That stupid bet... Honestly, it was the last thing he needed right now.

Still, America made a point of keeping his promises. Unless, of course, his boss didn't want him to. But that was a different senario entirely and usually involved England and his nasty cooking. America couldn't help it if his boss didn't want him to die.

America turned off the street and began walking up to the mansion that was Russia's current house. Before he could knock on the door, it opened.

"Liet!" America cried happily. "Been a while since I've seen you. How are ya?"

Lithuania jumped and smiled. "It's great to see you too, America," His expression turned confused. "But what are you doing here?"

America shrugged, his voice still managing to convey cheerfulness.

"Well, me and Russia made this bet. I lost. Now I'm here for a month."

Lithuania looked terrified. "You lost?"

America looked down, slightly sheepish. "Yeah. I did but.." He suddenly clapped a hand on Liet's shoulder. "At least you're here!"

"Y-yeah," Lithuania's laughter was just a bit too high in pitch. "I'm here. C-come in, America. If you lost, Russia should be expecting you, I guess."

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Lithuania's pov:

Lithuania walked down the hall, ignoring the chattering American by his side. He'd forgotten just how freakishly hyper the young country was.

So America had lost, huh? Dammit, why? Did he realize just how hard he'd been hoping that Russia would lose? No, but he was still disappointed.

Liet felt America's eyes on him and turned. "Sorry. Did you ask something?"

America chuckled, jovial as ever. "I asked what the other two Baltics were like. What are their names again? Latava and Estinnia?"

Lithuania laughed. "Close but no cigar. Latvia and Estonia."

America winced. "Right."

He shook his head. "I'd describe them to you, but it's better if you just meet them yourself-oh. Turn here. This is Russia's office. He'll want to know you're here, so go in there first."

America smiled and nodded. "Okay."

He walked in, Lithuania silently wishing him luck.

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Russia's pov:

Russia hadn't heard when America walked in. He hadn't seen him sit in one of the chairs near his desk and he definitely didn't feel his glare searing into him as he sat at said desk. He was too absorbed in the papers in front of him.

So when glowing violet eyes finally looked up and saw an equally luminous blue staring back at them, he nearly fell out of his chair.

"A-ah! America! What a surprise." Russia said, struggling to regain his composure.

"Russia," America greeted back coldly. "And what do you mean surprise? You were in space first. You won the bet. I lost. You were expecting me, right?"

Russia didn't answer.

"Unless.." America's eyes glimmered. "You forgot. You didn't forget our agreement, did you Ruskiy? It was your idea in the first place."

Russia blinked and frowned. "I did not forget, comrade. I am simply surprised you managed to get here so quickly."

It was a complete lie. Russia had half expected America to forget the bet. Let alone come here by himself and of his own free will. He had thought he would have to drag America kicking and screaming across the ocean.

He would've preferred it that way. The thought of America screaming by his hands was so appealing...

"Are there any rules here?"

"Hmm?"

"Any rules I need to follow? Places you wouldn't want me or doors I shouldn't break down?"

"Would you bother to follow them if I gave them to you?"

"Probably not but I'd like to know them anyway."

Russia's brow furrowed. "That is not the way a servant behaves."

America laughed. In the light steaming in from the window he looked like he was glowing. "Believe me Russia, I'll serve you. The results may not be the ones you expect, though," He shrugged. "But how the hell should I know? You might like them."

Russia stared at him. What did he mean by that? The way he'd said it was a bit.. odd...

"Anyway," the American continued. "Where will I be staying while I'm here? You have room for me, right?"

He nodded. "You are in the upstairs hall. Across from Latvia's room. Ask one of the Baltics to help you find it."

"Okay," America stood up. "Anything you need while I'm here?"

"Get out of my office and go meet the Baltics and my sisters."

America grinned and left.

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Lithuania's pov:

Lithuania sighed with relief when America walked out. He'd been expecting the worst. "So how'd it go, America?"

"It went fine. He gave me a room and told me to go meet the rest of you guys."

"Which room?"

"The one across from Latvia's."

Lithuania tripped. "O-oh."

America stopped, turning to him. "Why? is there something wrong with that room?"

"No. No of course not," Yes! Lithuania thought. That was the room where they.. and-and Russia too for that matter. He didn't get what it was about that room but it just.. And if America was in that room, every time Russia...

No. No he refused to think about that. America was still staring at him. He must not have been that convincing.

"It's fine, America. There's nothing wrong," He smiled at him.

America smiled back, though his eyes were unreadable. "Okay, then."

"S-so!" Liet said, changing the subject. He felt guilty for lying to America. "Come with me. It's time for you to meet the rest of us."

America's face brightened immediately. "Alright~" He cheered. Had he really just let go of his suspicions that quickly?

Lithuania felt a stomachache coming on.

A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed and favorited and crap. This is my first story, so I was basically high on life when all your reviews came in so quickly. I know the story's kind of slow-going for the moment, but it'll pick up once America settles in a bit more. So yeah ^.^