Here's the next chapter. Its very emotional, and I will not lie. I cried when I wrote about Russia coming in there.

And italics are stituations going through Krystine's mind, while bolded and italic is memories.

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The Next Day..

"KRYSTINE START PACKING! I EXPECT TO SEE A BIKINI IN THERE!"

I groaned. Its official, my family/ whatever they wish to call themselves are nuts. Crazy. Coocoo. Completely insane.

Wait.

Bikini...?

Krystine stood on the sand, smiling, as the wind blew through her hair. Russia couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her smooth tan legs... Her large bust peaking out of her bikini top... She ran into the water, and jumped under. Russia watched, waiting for her to come up.

When she did water slowly dripped down her face, neck, chest... stomach... thighs...

She looked gorgeou-

I blinked. Okay for one, my boobs are tiny. For second, I burn... For third... I do not like water. I sweatdropped. I have strange thoughts.

Oh crap! I forgot to shave! I ran into the bathroom, and sighed. We're leaving in 2 hours, and I haven't packed anything. I don't have time to shave. The house doesn't have any sheets or towels so we have to pack that, along with going to get food. I picked up my razor from the side of the shower, and the rest of my shower stuff. I'll need this. I looked for a wash cloth, and found a pretty purple one.

I went back into my room, and tossed the stuff into a shower bag I got from Sammie.

I looked sadly at my computer. Even if Morgana betrayed me, I still love her. I'm going to miss her... I huggled her screen. "Don't you go getting viruses while I'm gone Morgana... Its bad for you... No illegal downloads either,..." I started crying. "I gonna miss you my baby!"

I went to my closet and opened it up. I pulled out my only bikini. It was blue, with sparkles all over it... Why the hell do I have this in the first place? Sammie. That's enough of an explanation for you right?

I threw it into the suitcase, along with two sweatshirts, and about five pairs of jeans. We were staying for three days but I knew how things work... I tossed a few t shirts in with it. I love my family but... Damn it, Sammie! Stop forcing me to go places with you! Anyway..

The day after tomorrow is... I shook slightly... I want my dad back.. I don't want to go on a trip. I want to sit at home and cry, while watching some anime to distract me.

I picked up my journal, freshly written in. I remember when Dad gave me the first one..

Daddy picked me up, and swung me around,"How's my little girl? Did you have a good day at school today?"

I giggled,"It was okay... Except..." I looked sad. "The teacher said I need special classes, cuz I don't know much.."

Daddy nodded,"But I told her you don't need them... because guess what...?" Whenever Daddy said guess what it meant a present was coming.

I grinned,"What?"
"We are going to write in journals. I bought us each 30 of them. They should last you two years while your younger, but when your older, they will probably only last a year each. So enjoy them!" He grinned at me.

I stared at him,"Daddy why?"

"Because you need to write and read better. Each week we'll read each other's journals- or if we don't want the other to read, we'll just show the pages. Sound good?" He asked me, while he ruffled my hair. I nodded. He handed me a pretty journal that said, "ITS ALL ABOUT ME AND THATS ALL THERE IS TO IT!" and i giggled. It looked cute.

I opened the cover and smiled. Inside, It said "Good luck Krysie!"

I loved my dad. I felt a lump form in my throat. I miss him... It grew bigger as I walked over to my shelf, and I picked up my first journal. I opened it to see the same exact same words... Just... A little... Faded..

I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks as I read the journal. Suddenly I felt warm arms surrounding me. I closed my eyes and turned and sunk into the one person I trusted's chest... Russia. It didn't matter at the moment that I was supposed to still be mad at him. It didn't matter that my journal fell to the ground. It didn't matter..

Because I was being held tight, while I cried. Because he was there, when no one else was. Because I felt safe for once in my life.

He sat on the bed, and I sat on his lap, crying into his chest,"I'm alone..." I cried.

He shushed me, "No... you aren't.." He kissed my cheeks. My red wet cheeks, my tearstained cheeks. He seemed to care..

Even if he doesn't..

Even if I'm wrong..

I want to just stay in his arms..

*cries* I think Russia was OOC... And I didn't get that far in the story..

Krystine: *Glares from Russia's lap* STFU

Russia: ^J^ Da!