….I just realized, one of the upperclassmen in band acts like Sammie when Sammie's random. Lol. Only A LOT MORE CUSSING. Its funny how she can make saying 'Sup Lesbos.' To me and my girlfriend amusing…. Its curious… very curious….

Anyways, took forever to type, my birthday was the 24th so I'm asking for attention and blah.. blah… blah… lol

ENJOY IT MOT'A'F'C'E'R! ….I apologize! *bursts into laughter*

Chapter 35: The Thunder before the Lightening

I woke up for the first time next to Russia in his bed. I snuggled into his chest, liking the morning for once. His hold was tight, and his smell… Oh god. It could be fucking cologne. He smells that good. (Yes, I know he smells like vodka…)

I looked up at him silently. His eyes were closed, his lashes gently resting on his cheeks. His mouth was ever so slightly open, and his face was a picture of childlike innocence. He didn't hold that mysterious hidden look at all times. I could read him like this.

He was peaceful.

I blushed remembering the night before.

We had made out, talked, sat in comfortable silence, drank vodka (He drank, I watched with a scowl), and went and got my PJs. I was wearing that stupid nightgown. It was hot! I blushed….Well I hope it was...

I looked down at my boobs with a scowl. Stupid 15 year old boobs. Grow! Get to D's! Fast! I groaned.

I suddenly felt Russia stir, and his pretty eyes met mine. My face turned bright red, and I bit my lip. "U-umm… Hi."

He smiled, "Sleep well, Da?"

I nodded, and studied his face. Russia- Ivan. Ivan is all mine now.

"Ivan" I murmured, looking at his lips. They were pale and well… tempting.

"Yes, Krystine?" He asked his face close to mine.

I glared, knowing he was messing with me, "Y-You stupid jerk! Don't be a fucking tease-"

My words were cut off by his lips pressing harshly against mine, making me open my mouth, and the kiss got hotter.

After a few moments, he pulled away, looking into my eyes. I stared back blankly, still recovering from the amazing kiss.

"I love you Russia…" I whispered.

It was almost a blush on his face as he smiled, "Da…. I do too."

"Hey babe." America kissed Sammie's lips gently, before going and getting the jar of peanut butter for her.

"hey… America? What do you think of Krystine and Russia?" Sammie asked, sitting on the kitchen counter.

He laughed, "That damn commie? I hate his stupid vodka drinking ass. He has no fucking self control!" He seemed happy to talk bad about Russia, Sammie noted amused. America walked over and handed her the peanut butter and a spoon, keeping one spoon for himself.

"Them together, I mean." She took the spoon, and dipped it into the peanut butter.

"….I hate the commie. Krystine's stupid to like the commie when I'm RIGHT HERE." He said cockily as he pushed himself up onto the counter next to Sammie.

"So you're saying its bad?" She looked thoughtfully at him, the spoon frozen in front of her lips.

"Yup." He paused as she began eating the peanut butter happily, " Sammie~~~" He whined, pouting at her.

"What?" She groaned, looking at him slightly annoyed by the peanut butter interruption.

"Am I sexy?" He asked cutely.

Sammie giggled, wrapping her arms around him, "Fuck yeah, you sexy beast of hormone encouraging body."

They kissed for a good while before Sammie pulled away, "Shit! Its Krystine's birthday!"

'~~~

I couldn't help but be amazed about what happened next.

I was suddenly pulled from Russia and thrown into a hot shower, and what's creepier is that Turtle and Sammie were trying to wash me. o_0

I screamed at them to go away, and THANK GOD they did. Jesus. Fucking creeps.

After showering, I was brought into Sammie's room (which is apparently also America's now that they are together. Ew.) and groomed, petted, and had everything that comes with being a fricking girl getting dressed up happen to me.

But when it was done, the two led me to the full body mirror, and I couldn't help but stare. What the…?

I was dressed in a beautiful lime green dress that came down to my shins, and had sparkles all over the skirt. I wore a pair of lace gloves that came up to my elbows, and my hair was curled. My makeup made my eyes looks almost… sexy, dare I say? Whatever Sammie had done, she'd transformed me from a teenager with ratty dull hair, and plain features into someone worth something.

Sammie pulled my hair up gently, smiling, "You look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Probably around 17 in this dress-" I smiled at her happily, "…. and a push up." I glared at her now. She whispered into my ear, "Now, Krystine… go outside…" I followed her orders.

Outside, stood Russia. He looked awkwardly at me, before very noticeably checking me out. I blushed, annoyed. Fucker.

He walked over to Sammie's old Jeep that was sitting in the driveway (Wait… When did she get it down here?! O_0 I thought it was still at her mom's since it broke down three months ago… Oh well….) and opened the passenger side door. I stood there for a moment before understanding.

"OH." I said out loud feeling like an idiot. I walked over and climbed in.

He got in the driver's seat, and started the car, driving out of the driveway.

"Good food, Da?" Russia asked me awkwardly, as we sat at a table in Rico's Bar and Grill, sadly on a game day apparently. Screaming drunks shouted at the tiny screens up in the corners of the large room which was filled to the brim with annoying men with bad sunburns and beer breath. Ew.

I looked at him, slightly amused, "Uh, yeah. But this place… It's nice…" Some screaming drunk almost spilt beer on me, but I quickly moved away.

"Da?" He asked sounding slightly upset.

"… People come here to get drunk and watch football sadly. If the management was better um.." I coughed, feeling bad I said anything, "I'm sorry… I'm not a good date." I set down my fork, feeling ashamed for being a complete bitch about where he took me. I mean, come on, I'm 15. He's fricking… 20 something.

"Da… It's okay… I didn't know." He murmured. "How about we leave?"

"Okay." I smiled.

We got our food in a takeout box, and left after paying the bill. Instead of going home or anywhere special, we just sat in the car with the heat up in the parking lot, eating our food without a true care. It was amazing….

I am fifteen remember. I don't have that much experience with dates…

When we finished eating, we talked for a while, before driving home. It was probably around 4 pm now, since me and Russia woke up around 11 or 12. We went to Rico's around 2:50….

When we got home, I smiled at Russia, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I'm gonna put the leftovers away, Okay?"

He nodded. I didn't see his smile.

So imagine my surprise when I walked into the kitchen to find a bunch of balloons tied to the cabinets and there was a big banner hanging from the ceiling that said 'Happy Birthday Krysie!"

I felt shocked. What the…?

Sammie, America, Russia (When did he sneak in?! 0_o) and all the gang stood there smiling (Except Romano- he scowled). "Happy birthday, Krystine!" I smiled at them all, beyond happy.

August 5th. My birthday. How could I forget?

Wait… Oh yeah. I was making out with Russia all morning. It's a tad bit distracting.

Sammie smiled softly, and handed me a bag that was white and really big. I took it smiling, and could tell it was something cloth.

I grinned and opened the bag. "Oh…. My… God..." I looked at Sammie shocked. How could she have known? This was the only…. Oh god….

I was so shocked. I just sat there for a few minutes, quietly wondering how this could have happened. How could I have everything?

Sammie smiled at me, " I had to have it specially printed by sears or somethin'. It turned out awesome, didn't it?"

The gift she had given me was something I could never replace, or give back. I could never exchange it. It was a blanket with my favorite picture of my dad and I on it. The one time we had been at Walt Disney and were pretending to be airplanes. Me with my sun burnt freckles, with my arms wrapped around his neck; and Dad with his crazy frizzy red hair everywhere. He looked like a clown. I smiled.

I started crying softly," Oh Damn it Sammie, I fucking love you. You're amazing…" I hugged her tightly. She smiled hugging me back.

"Now… For fuck's sake, LET THE PEOPLE HAVE some cake." She giggled.

After cake, I gave Russia a kiss on the cheek, and told him I'd meet him upstairs.

It was me and Sammie's job to take care of the dishes, and both of us were talking happily about everything.

"I heard about you and America~"

"Oh shut up my little lesbian lover. Everyone thinks that you and Russia have done the dirty already."

I blushed bright red, "S-Shut up! And for you information, I'm a virgin."

"You know I ain't." She grinned, placing a wet desert dish in the rack for me to rinse and dry.

"Oh ewwww! Stop talking about your sex life!" I threw a wet towel at her laughing.

She shrieked, throwing a handful of bubbles in my face. "TAKE THAT!"

I took the bubbles and rubbed them into the stomach of her tee shirt. "COLD COLD COLD! KRYSTINE!"

I giggled.

After we calmed down, we sat on the counter talking.

"So… How are you and America?"

"Good. Hm… Krystine?" She glanced at me. I looked back, surprised by her serious tone.

"Huh?"

"You know Krystine; I think it's a tad bit of a masochistic move to make out with him. Even if he does seem awesome and sweet…. Do remember that he's still Russia. He wouldn't even blink if he did something that was painful to others. He's crazy." Sammie looked at me seriously, her eyes seemed almost sad.

"Um, Its our relationship. You don't see me coming after yours." I snapped at her.

"Well, he is evil. Remember that…" She looked down at me," He might rape you."
"Russia isn't like that! S-Shut up, Sammie! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" I screamed at her, climbing the stairs quickly, running away. "I HATE YOU!"

Was that too angsty? She is a teenager… *cough* ahem. I am officially 15! Whoot. *HINT HINT*

*smiles* But… This is going well. Except for Sammie being all 'I know better than your teenage ass.'