I love you guys so so so so so much! You all rock, all 143 of you! Anyway… you guys really help me write. So if I haven't updated in like, forever, just review and say I forgot you guys again. A chapter will hopefully be out that day.

Buuut~ I have not given you the knowledge on the pairings yet. I plan on having Krystine with Russia, yes. Sammie is yet to be decided and will come in after a couple more units. This is basically a filler of how she is going to deal with Russia and sammie will be in for a little bit.

DISCLAIMER: DA TOTALLY, like owns APH. Yeah, and when she's happy she becomes queen of England, bakes a pie, knits, and plays guitar while singing in Russian. Yes. She has suddenly become talented. (NOT).

Krystine stared at him, "what the fuck!" she said, eyes widening. She leaned away from him, "you need something? Like the directions to hell?" okay not the best thing to say to an extremely dangerous Russian, but come on! It was instinct after spending a weekend at sammie's house.

"kolkolkolkol~!"

"….do I get a head start?", she looked at him, he already had his pipe out.

"nyet." His eyes were dark

"AHHHHHH!", she ran out of the room up the stairs and into what her granny called the "kill the stupid stealing bastard with a stick" closet. It had multiple weapons in it that her granny said was best for a young woman to carry.

…this list included a bazooka.

She grabbed the bottle of vodka that for some reason had taken up residence in it and brought it out and stared at Russian and spoke in her calmest, playful tone," lets not play anymore, da?"

He looked at her curiously and she held out the bottle of vodka (good Russian vodka at that). "you get this. You stay out of my room."

"that is a command, da?"

"only if that's how I get you to listen…otherwise…I will have to drink this.. All. By. My. Self."

"kolkolkolkol~" he laughed creepily again.

She turned and walked away, ignoring him.

***Somewhere in the USA***

"darling, have you finished packing?", my mother called out to me from downstairs

Shit. I threw my ipod under a blanket and hopped off my bed and began packing." Almost! I cant wait to see my little vampire lesbian lover who I have hot smexiness all~~~ night when she is near me!", I shouted to my mother.

Silence. Then…"STOP CALLING YOUR COUSIN THAT! AND I WILL NOT ALLOW INCEST YOUNG LADY! IF YOU WANT TO BE A LESBIAN, FINE! JUST NOT FOR YOUR COUSIN!"

" oh ye of little faith!" I laughed at her reaction,"I will win her heart one day!".

i checked myself in the mirror approvingly. I looked hot.

I had curled my blonde hair and let it cascade down my shoulders. my eyes were framed by a pair of thin metal framed glasses. My olive skin had been out of the sun, yet moisturized like crazy so it shone with a healthy tone. I wore a simple gray sweatshirt over a marching band t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans. My eyes were outlined in black thickly and my lips had just a little lip balm on them.

Smirking, I inspected myself, before declaring loudly," hot damn, I just about am as hot as frikken Megan Fox." I said it loud enough for mom to hear and I heard her choke on her coffee and spit take.

I laughed, and went and sat in my chair, the only thing besides my bed, a crappy blanket and pillow, and the mirror that was still in here. A medium sized box sat open, waiting and watching me, daring me to put my clothes in it and close it until I got to granny's place.

I opened my laptop that sat on the floor and began to watch Hetalia and instant message miss smexy herself.

…no not megan fox!

I was instant messaging my lovely vampire lesbian lover that I plan to ravish forever, my babeh…

KRYSTINE!

Here's how our conversation went.

VampireSam: yo sexy. Whatcha doing right now? Remember to tell me EXACTLY what you are wearing~…

RUSSIANqueen: umm…I am IMing you and wearing jeans and my "NOM" shirt…

VampireSam: ooh! I likey~!

RUSSIANqueen: um…have you ever heard of the Hetalia units?

VampireSam: why? ARE THEY SEXY?

RUSSIANqueen: NO! well…I got a Russia one… and im kinda frea- OMYGOD, BYE!

RUSSIANqueen has logged off.

"Russia! You did it again! Why are you in my room!", she growled, Russia just looked at the screen.

"Russian queen, da?"

"s-shut up!"

"nyet", he got really close and up in her face and she could smell vodka, and mint from his toothpaste most likely on his breath.

Her eyes widened, a light blush crossing her face.

"become one with Russia, da?"

"NO!" she moved away, flipping over her chair and up against the wall only to be cornered. She waved sheepishly," hey there. Mind going back up to your room?"

"kolkolkolkol~"

"I reuse to become one with you!" she growled.

He smiled childishly, and headed out of the room.

She sighed, relieved, and extremely tired.

She locked the door and looked at the clock. Only 8. She laid down, too stressed and exhausted to eat or shower or even go get in pajamas.

She fell asleep and stayed that way until the next day.

Soo! You get a tad bit of whats going on. And NO there is no ocxoc. And I am sorry for once AGAIN failing at portraying Russia. You can kill me.

LOVE YOU ALL,

~DA24