[AN: THIS STORY IS FOR Panda-Adrilyne.]
Anya slammed her shovel onto the ground, which caused it to instantly break in half. "Stupid shovels. They never seem to work, da?" she turned to glow at her friend.
Yao himself just stood there with his mouth open.
"What's wrong?" her eyebrows creased in frustration. "Did you like that pipe?"
"Ah... no... it's just... how..."
She smiled and set an approving hand on Wang's shoulder. "I've been around for a very long time."
"Well so have I, aru!" he set his hands on his shoulders as he continued. "Probably longer than you, aru!"
"Oh?" she opened her eyes and frowned at him. "Let's go inside! It's cold where I live!" she laughed, which sounded more like a "fufufu" than anything else.
"Fine... you're so strange, aru!" The two of them headed into Anya's large house, where there were more subordinates than friends. Anya herself was extremely tall, probably taller than any other nation, and wore thick, warm clothing. She gives off an eery feeling to the other nations, including even her friends. Yao came to visit, but didn't expect to see her digging something strange in her front lawn. When they were inside, she refused to shed her pink outer coat and instead sat down next to the fireplace and warmed her ungloved hands. He looked around; there was nobody else there except them, and sitting on the couch was an assortment of threads and knitting equipment. There seemed to be a scarf in process to rival the one she barely used anymore; beige, with a hint of white and pink. Yao sighed; it was just like her to be into something girly like that.
She turned to face him, "Are you making yourself comfortable?"
"Oh... yeah." he sat down on one of the many couches. A group of short individuals (well, short after spending time getting to Russia will real Russians) hurried across the hallway, holding pounds of important papers. "Don't you do work, aru?"
"Yeah, but I got permission to relax today." she got up from her spot at the fireplace and took a seat next to Yao. "What about you? You work, da?" she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Of course I do, aru! I've done nothing but work for 4000 years, aru!" he tried desperately to get the bigger girl's head off of him, but it was no use. She eventually got up, walked a few feet, and then turned around again.
"Do you need anything to drink?"
"Do you have any hot tea, aru?"
"Mm~ what flavor?"
"I don't care, aru..."
"Earl grey - "
"ANYTHING BUT EARL GREY, ARU!"
"Oh..." her eyes opened with a look of shock, "you don't like earl grey?"
"It tastes horrible, aru!"
"Doesn't like earl grey..." she suddenly looked so menacing and evil that Yao had to turn away, a universe of gloom and misery circling around her.
"I'll have earl grey, aru! I love earl grey, aru!"
"...THEN WHY DID YOU LIE?"
"I'm sorry for lying, aru!"
Her smile instantly returned. "Well, if you're sorry for lying then it can be forgiven!" she turned back around and gracefully made her way into the kitchen. Yao loudly exhaled, glad that she was gone. Nobody, especially not a girl, could scare him into drinking earl grey! Not until today, that is... he creeped over to the wall seperating the living room and the kitchen and listened in to the conversation going on.
"Aah, you guys! It's Anya! Get rid of that stuff!" Toris...
"Hello, guys~"
"Anya! It's so very nice to see you today! Are you cold from all of the digging?" Eduard...
"Fufufu, just a little. I've come to get some tea!"
"I'm sorry, Anya! I accidentally drank all of the earl grey!"
"RAIVIS!"
"Oh, is that true? Yao mentioned something about not liking earl grey anyways. Oh well!"
Out of his mouth slipped a "Darn right, aru!", and he instantly covered his mouth as soon as he said it. The peaceful sounds of the hot water being poured nearly put him to sleep, and he continued laughing a little at the Baltics -
"Yao? Are you alright?"
"KYAA!"
She stood right outside the door with two steaming hot cups of orange tea. She didn't wait for a reply as she went back into the kitchen. He soon followed, still a little traumatized by her coming out of nowhere. He asked on the couch, "How was your trip?"
"It wasn't great, aru..."
"It wasn't? Did they give you trouble?"
"Lots of trouble, aru! It took me extremely long to get here and the plane was freezing, aru!"
"Hmm... I guess we'll have to fix some things, da?"
"That's right!" he didn't mean to snap, but this seemed like Anya's fault anyways. She set her head on his shoulder again, and he just groaned. Her hair was so soft... and it smelled like oranges and fresh snow. He took a few whiffs before she continued talking.
"How would you feel if... I told you that people call me creepy? I mean, I know it's ridiculous..." as if she was suffering a little, she nuzzled into his rock-hard abs.
"And this is when you realize..." he sighed and continued, "if you want people to not be so scared of you, just don't be so scary!"
"How do I do that?" she whispered, actually sounding a little weak.
"I could teach you..." he smiled. This slightly pervy man was not going to let this perfect opportunity go to waste; the one he had secretly been waiting for.
"But first you would have to lose the shovel."