A/N: Hellooooo, people of earth. Sorry for taking so long but I do have an excuse. Two days ago, I was typing this same chapter. I was ONE FUCKING PARAGRAPH away from being done when my power cut out. Not for long, but long enough to eradicate the entirety of what I'd just written. And from a couple of the words that left my mouth, I was so glad that no one that was in that room spoke French.. or German or Italian... OTL. *cough* ANYWAY, the story's up so enjoy.

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America's pov:

America finished putting away his clothes and flopped down on what would be his bed for a month. The communist meet and greet and been weirdly exhausting, even for him. He closed his eyes and went over the list of countries in his head:

He already knew Liet and the Ruskiy.

Latvia would have been pretty cool but damn he must have terrified of everything in that room! America wasn't that terrifying, was he? What the hell did Russia do to him?

Estonia hadn't been there. When he had asked about him, Lithuania had said that he was probably working on some new technology and not to bug him. America had kind of wondered what he meant by that.

Russia's sisters...

Um..

No wonder the guy's head was so jacked.

Ukraine had been fine. Or she had at least seemed semi-sane. But America couldn't help but get this feeling.. Like the second things went wrong, she'd start bawling her eyes out. That.. or put that pitchfork she randomly had in her hand to good use.

Belarus.. let's just say that America had left that conversation incredibly happy that he had Canada as a brother and not Miss Marry Me.

.. okay technically there was also Mex and he was actually kind of li-

America cut himself off at the thought. Thinking about Burrito Head wouldn't help his situation and Belarus had mentioned leaving for a while anyway. Something about carrot sticks..? Whatever.

Using his ADHD to his advantage, America looked around his temporary room.

It was nicer than he'd thought it'd be, really. He'd been expecting some dungeon of terror. But so far, he hadn't found any blood drawings on the wall or rat poison rubbed into his pillow.

Not that that meant he hadn't checked. He had. He'd even done a bomb sweep, but there weren't any traps he could find.

God, Russia was so boring.

But.. maybe he wasn't.

America remembered the look on Lithuania's face when he'd told him his new room. Even if he had insisted there wasn't anything wrong with it. Liet really did suck at lying.

It was what he'd have to lie about that freaked him out a little bit.

So.. what was it?

Liet wouldn't tell him. And Russia definitely wouldn't if it was his own plot. He turned and stared at the door.

Let's ask Latvia.

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Latvia's pov:

After nearly jumping through the ceiling by some freaking hard knocks on their door, anyone would be a little pissed. Such was Latvia's case as he looked at the offending door in frustration. Why couldn't Russia leave him alone? What had he done to him?

Latvia crossed his room and flung open the doors.

"Sorry Russia but I-"

He shut up. It wasn't Russia. It was that new guy. The one with the smile and the annoying laugh. Jesus, why couldn't he remember his name? He knew he heard it all the time, so why.. oh yeah.

America.

"What's wrong with my room? Do you know?"

Latvia blinked. Hi to you too.

"I'm.. not entirely sure what you're talking about, America."

"Oh! Right," America turned and pointed at the door across from him. "When I told Lithuania I had that room, he looked a bit weird about it. So I was wondering if Russia had maybe done something to it. Do you know?"

Latvia stared at him. That was the conclusion he came to when Lithuania looked weird? "Why do you think Russia would do that?"

America's eyes glittered and Latvia kicked himself for asking. It was probably going to be something creepy. Most things associated with Russia were, and Russia and America seemed to know each other way too well for anyone's own good.

"Because I hate him and he hates me and if either of us finally get to kill the other we'll probably do so singing campfire songs."

Latvia's mouth opened and closed for a second, no words coming out. Dammit, he was right!

"I.. I-I see..." he said weakly.

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America's pov:

America studied the small country. What now? They'd just been standing there having a normal conversation when the kid started friggin' shaking again. Had he said something? He ran through the last few things mentioned in his head.

Nope couldn't think of anything.

"So anyway, do you know?"

Latvia looked behind him, back at his door. "America, I can honestly tell you that I can't think of anything that Russia might have done to your room, but Lithuania probably has his reasons. Your best bet would be to ask Estonia. He and Lithuania are closer to each other than me," he paused, his eyes darkening slightly. "I wish we were closer. We could almost be like.. siblings..."

"Siblings aren't always a good thing," America said lightly, thinking of his own cases of insanity back home. England.. France.. Canada.. Philipines.. the states.. Mexico.. that asshole Cuba who was technically more like a cousin..

The hell would he be able to describe that to someone who's never had siblings? The hell would he be able to describe that to someone who's had siblings their whole life? They weren't exactly normal relationships.

"They can get a little.. um, annoying," America's smile became slightly more forced.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Latvia laughed, all shaking was gone. Mentioning family really must have calmed him down. It had had the opposite affect on America.

He shifted awkwardly. "Right. So, you said I should go ask Estonia?"

"Yep."

"Okay. Uh, where's his room?"

"Just down the hall, left side. I think he's there. He should be there.."

"Alright. I'll uh, go ask then." America mentally slapped himself. Could he be any worse at ending conversations?

Latvia didn't seem to be effected. "Cool. See ya'."

"Yeah."

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Estonia's pov:

Estonia stretched, a groan escaping from him as his muscles complained from their lack of use. How long had he been sitting at his desk? Four, five hours? Too long.

He paced the room, trying to get some of the blood in his legs flowing again.

He wasn't working on something über-important. If anything, it'd tell the Baltics what they already knew. However, being the number-oriented person that he was, he really would prefer it on a mathematic scale rather than just guessing around by feelings.

Feelings, after all, could be so inaccurate.

Estonia took off his glasses and cleaned them, sitting back down-

Only to leap back up again in surprise at the loud knock racking his door. He cautiously made his way across the room and turned the knob.

The hell was this guy?

"Hi!" The man said, smiling. "So you're Estonia, huh? I'm America."

Estonia blinked. "Uh, hello," Then, because he really think of a more polite way to phrase it: "What are you doing here."

The guy -America- shrugged. "In the house or at you're door?"

"Let's go with house first..."

"Alright so house: lost a bet, here for a month."

As Estonia opened his mouth to reply, his stomach growled. Crap. He forgot to eat dinner. America's eyes shot wide, a huge grin spreading across his face.

"Hungry? Here man!" He raised his hand and pulled something very, very literally out of thin air.

Estonia's mouth gaped open. "How.. how did yo-"

"You're hungry, right? Want it?"

Estonia looked at his hand.

A hamburger.

He reached out and carefully took the food from America, inspecting it closely. It looked like an ordinary sandwich, but objects don't just magically appear like that.

America frowned slightly. "Are you gonna eat it, or what? It's a hamburger, not a mini-nuke." He sounded slightly exasperated. What? Did he get this reaction to his food a lot?

Estonia found the idea amusing and hid his smirk by taking a bite.

Fantastic.

..horrifyingly greasy, but fantastic.

"Do you like it?" Estonia hadn't seen anyone look as hopeful as America looked at that moment in.. never. He decided to be kind.

"It's.. definitely something I'd want in my kitchen."

America beamed. "Awesome!"

"Not as awesome as me!" A voice floated through the walls, followed by what sounded like bird chirps. America blinked and turned to Estonia.

"Are there ghosts here, or something?"

"Nah, that's just Prussia."

"I thought he didn't exist anymore..?"

"Tell him that."

America shrugged. "No. So anyway, do you know what's wrong with my room? When I said which one one it was, Lithuania looked like he was hiding something. And Latvia had no clue what I was talking about. Did Russia rig it or something?"

Pa-ra-noi-a. Estonia stared at him.

"Which room was it?"

"The one across from Latvia's."

Estonia focused all of his energy into keeping his face neutral.

Russia would. Oh, he so would. God.. he had to tell him. America had to prepare himself.

But...

If America suspected the worst just from an odd look from Lithuania, the hell would he react if Estonia told him the truth?

America was watching him carefully, his expression unreadable. "It would be a good thing to tell me," he said. His was voice calmer, colder, almost calculating where it certainly hadn't been before. "Russia and I aren't exactly best friends, and I know he has something planned. Please just tell me what it is," Light was shining in America's glasses. Estonia couldn't find his eyes. "I would hate for you to get caught up in this, you know?"

He licked his lips before answering, suddenly terrified. He decided to tell the truth, or at least part of it. "I-it just has this way of affecting people. When you go in, you're per.. perfectly fine. When you leave, you're.." America raised an eyebrow. Estonia winced. "ho-horny... plus it attracts you when you're drunk. Like, if you're drunk in the Soviet household, you're going to end up in that room. No exceptions."

America's expression softened. "So I'm gonna take a wild guess and say Russia has nothing to do with that?"

"No. Not at all."

America grinned and laughed, suddenly cheerful again. "Is that all it is? Man, you guys had me goin' there for a sec! I thought it'd be something serious! Nuclear radiation or whatever!"

Estonia gaped. What was with the mood changes? Did Russia really want to kill him so bad that he'd just magically be able to threaten people whenever he thought he was being screwed over? "But-but aren't you afraid? When Russia's drunk and hard, he can.. he can get a little-"

America clapped a warm hand on Estonia's shoulder. "Don't worry about me. I've had more than my fair share of experience dealing with horrible drinkers."

"W-what do you mean by that?"

America's cheeks reddened, his smile wavering for a split second. "Just trust me okay? I can take 'em," he coughed. "Or at the very least, I can hold him off."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I'm just special like that.," America was still flushed. "If you knew what I was talking about, you wouldn't worry."

"What.. what are you talking about?"

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"Y-you just said-"

"I didn't say anything. You feeling okay, Estonia?"

"Uh.." he decided to drop it. His years with Russia had cautioned him against the world's superpowers.

They were all crazy anyway if Russia and America were anything to go by.

"Cool. So, I'll get going. Thanks for telling me. Enjoy the burger."

"O-okay. Night, America."

"Night." America walked out, closing the door behind him.

Estonia stared after him for a bit before shaking his head.

He had another person to test his invention on...

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A/N: A couple things about the strange world of Hetalia that my head has somehow mutated into one gigantic.. thing:

Yes, America DOES have ADHD. It's just never been diagnosed.

Mexico is America's Belarus except not as psychotic and he's not afraid of him like Russia is of Bela.

The "carrot sticks" that America's talking about is his misunderstanding. Belarus was talking about the "carrot and stick" method, a way of farming. She has to leave to go take care of her crops.

The reason I included Fili (the Philippines) in America's family list is b/c he used to be America's colony, and they still actually have a pretty colonial attitude over there. So he'd be like America's adopted lil' bro.

Yes. Mexico and the Philippines are both guys. DEAL WITH IT

I honestly picture America just breaking Estonia's brain with his magical hamburgers XD

Thanx to everyone who commented. You people keep me going! ^^

Also, if any of you can guess what Estonia's invention is going to tell him about America, I will write a one-shot of any pairing you want. (Except RoChu. That pairing makes me die a little inside each time I see it.. T-T)