Editor's Note: This is just one part of a deranged fangirl's mind, and there will be some discrepencies. We apologize. ~Dark

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or anything I quote here and after.

Chapter 1: The Minsk

I stared at the screen in disbelief. What had just happened?

My mouth agape, I barely registered my poor, whimpering Doberman Dreizehn fake-limp into my room. Heck, I didn't notice anything other than my laptop until she placed her black-on-tan head on my lap and looked up at me with her sad and rare blue eyes.

"Oh, my poor baby. Did the mean kitty Chelsea scare you?" I tried to act strong in front of her, but my hand was still shaking from the slight shock of the event that had just happened. I turned of the laptop, walked to my bed with Dreizehn close on my heels, and collapsed onto my bed.

I fell into a deep sleep, hoping that this ordeal would pack its bags and get the hell outta my mind.

My brother and I were sitting in the family room watching Napoleon Dynamite when we heard someone drumming on the door. I whined at Mark, "Did you order something again?" Of course, he looked at me, without an answer to my question, him telling me to go get the door.

I got up slowly and shuffled my way to the door. The "musician" outside our door was still trying to make a masterpiece when I swung the door open and stated the routine sentence 'Let's get this done and over with' until I almost burst out laughing at his delivery service's name. The Flying Mint Bunny Express Shipping? Ha!

"Are you Mia Lynn Kay...Kai...k-ka-..."

"Karev, yes, I just happen to be her. And don't call me Mia. I'd rather to be called Lynn, thank you very much." The man before me, with his short black hair and amused emerald green eyes, just grinned. I blushed, "Now. What do you want?"

He grinned. "Sign here, and I'll roll in your package." He handed me his clip board and his pen and rolled the big, chained(?) box inside. I looked around the man to the living, seeing that Mark had escaped. Damn It. "Well," I started. "Thank you...-" I paused for a name.

"Allen."

"...Allen." He grinned again.

"You're next unit comes in about a week or so," Allen told me. "Until then, goodbye." And with that, he turned and walked back to his truck. And I almost laughed again on the truck's detail of the same mint creature on his shirt.

"Must suck to drive that around all day." I giggled to my self. The box that just happened to be chained was standing upright in the living room, blocking my movie. Shit. A smaller box with a manila envelope sat on the coffee table in front of me. I threw the envelope onto the couch and sat down to open the smaller box.

Inside were period clothing, a long scarf, and...

'What is a water pipe faucet doing in a box of clothes?' I stared at the pipe, bewildered, before I put them all back into the box. Ripping open the envelope, I found a book inside titled 'The IVAN BRAGINSKI User Manual'.

As I read through, I was thinking 'What is this shit?' and decided to at least figure out what I had ordered, not believing what the manual was right in that it was an A.I.-like robot. Yes. I do like sci-fi films. Shut Up.

I walked to my special project garage and got the perfect tool to cut the chains on the box. On the way back, I felt just the littlest bit of mischievous behavior overcome my mind and decided to mix to of the methods given to me in the manual.

Back in the living room, I broke the chains to the box, and unafraid of what the manual was clearly afraid of, I opened the box to a sleeping(?) human. Hey, if all of these "units" just happen to be so handsome like this one, I think I might just be glad that I did click that button.

Thank you Papa for teaching me and Mark how to read Cyrillic. I leaned forward, lightly slapping the unit's face, ending with "Wake up, Брат."

I jumped slightly at the feel of someone's hand clapping mine to the man's face while he wailed "Go away, Natalia. I don't wanna marry you!" He sobbed lightly before opening his eyes. He let go of my hand, which I think might have just been in the crossfire of his mental breakdown. It hurt, though.

I stepped back to let him get out of his box, and he sighed, "Oh good. You're not Natalia, even though you kinda look like her." After a short pause of silence, the man stood there with a stare towards me. I think I might have been looking at him with a look that said 'Who is this crazy man standing in front of me?' before I realized that he didn't know my name.

"S-sorry for my rudeness, my name's Mia, but everyone other than my brother calls me Lynn. And you are?" I flustered a bit in my 'polite' introduction, holding out my hand in greeting. He took my hand in his, shaking it. "Ivan," he replied, giving me a creepy grin.

We stood there shaking hands awkwardly for a short while until I heard a growling from behind me. I turned around to see Dreizehn standing by the patio door growling in Ivan's direction. "Oh, Dreizehn, be nice." She looked at me, apparently forgetting the stranger standing in our living room, whimpering slightly and pawing at the door. "Oh, sorry." I gestured to the couch. "I've gotta to take her out for her walk. While I'm gone, you can flip the switch and find yourself something to watch. I won't be long." With that, I picked up Dreizehn's leash and the User Manual to reread while on the walk.

As soon as I got back, Ivan stared at me with a slightly creepy grin and lowly chanting "kolkolkol" non-stop. "What can I say? She's just a puppy." Both I and she were nearly covered in a mix of snow and mud. How did it happen? Well, there was a squirrel.

End of that story. I almost asked Ivan if he could help me wash her off, but I didn't want him to try what the manual had stated about cleaning on my baby girl. And then I remembered that we had some extra Smirnoff in the fridge. "Hey, Ivan. Go to the kitchen and help yourself to some Smirnoff in the fridge. But save some for me." I pointed to the kitchen and dragged the growling dog off to the bathroom.

After washing both Dreizehn and I clean of the muck, I let her run free and walked to the kitchen were a certain Russian would be. "So you found the shot glasses?" I asked when I walked in, seeing that there was already one empty bottle of vodka. Well, it was half-full before.

"Da."

Hmm. This is one tough nut to crack. I grabbed me a glass and poured me some as well. Down the hall, I heard a door shut and Mark lightly humming. Oh yeah. He has classes later today. "You hungry?" I asked Ivan, pouring some more vodka.

"Da."

I grinned. "Well, so am I." I stood back up from the lean I was in previously and took a deep breath..., "MARK! COME HERE, WE HAVE A GUEST THAT'S GOING TO BE STAYING FOR A WHILE, AND HE NEEDS FOOD!"

Mark walked into the kitchen, "Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, so shut u-" He stopped, staring at Ivan. "You look familiar...You Russian?"

"Da."

"Your name Ivan Braginski?"

"Da."

"Afraid of your younger sister?"

"Da."

"Like to drink vodka and love sunflowers?"

"Da."

Mark gasped, and then shouted, "OMG! You're from Hetalia!" And he squealed, before turning his gaze to me, a questioning look.

Now how am I to explain to him how this man got here?

Author's Note: Yes, poor Mia. She doesn't know about Hetalia.

Stay tuned for more, and a possible collab with EliteKessu in Chapter 3~!