Hello my dearest fans! :3 And yeah. That last chapter was a tad bit weird…. It was a filler when I have work to do. D: Bad DA, Bad. *makes self start on next chapter* It is for the best… that the sequel actually gets planned out. So you guys don't get weird ass chapters like that one, that although it was fun to write Krysie not screaming at random people, eating poptarts, or making out; I really didn't have any of the other charries in it, so it just was…. O_O Idk. Lol. This shall help with last chapter's relevance!

Disclaimer: D-I-S-C-L-A-I-M-E-R I DON'T OWN HETALIA AND MY SISTER IS A CHEERLEADER… SHE GOT HER UNIFORM YESTERDAY AND WILL NOT STOP DANCING AROUND IN IT CHEERING~. *coughs, and goes back to normal* Yeah. Don't own.

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Chapter 37: Count the Seconds

It was around 10 in the morning, and I was laying on one of the old chairs, covered with an old knitted blanket. England sat reading a book in the cushioned chair in the corner, and Sammie was laying on the couch absentmindedly watching the Food Network.

I looked at Sammie who was glaring at the TV in the living room, sprawled across the couch. She would angrily comment on how the foods were ridiculously named or had weird ingredients in them. Yeah. She was not only watching food network, but she had to apply stupid commentary to everything.

"Oh my god… Rachel Ray is such a fucking fake. I mean… look at her. Soon she'll look like Paula Deen! All freaky smile and all. Fucking Rachel. She's so stupid." Sammie growled, glaring at the screen.

I sighed, and watched as she fast forwarded passed the commercials, but it stopped after about a minute, leaving us on a random commercial for a toothpaste. She growled, "Well fuck you. Its not like you're doing anything important tv. Do I really have to watch this stupid toothpaste commercial?!"

"Maybe if you listened to the TV, you'd learn that the TV had something important to talk about too. That the TV isn't as immature as you seem to believe. " I mused, staring at her.

She glanced at me, and spat out, "maybe if the TV didn't have ridiculous ideas, and make the weirdest couples on EARTH we wouldn't be having this problem! Maybe if she listened-!"

"MAYBE if you didn't ignore her, and didn't act like a complete bitch, the TV would like you more, and listen!"

England sweatdropped, and sighed, "Clearly, this is not about the TV."

"No shit Sherlock!" We both yelled, turning towards him. It went silent, and we looked at each other, and glared at each other before looking away, sighing.

England stood up, and sighed, marking his page in his book with his finger, "I'm going upstairs to read my book. I'll be back later when you two ladies have figured out what you're doing. Good bye loves!" He walked from the room quickly.

I sighed, and looked at Sammie, "Seriously. Thanks. You're fucking impossible, you know that right?!"

She growled, "Sorry. Didn't mean to offend the little marysue." She placed the back of her hand to her forehead and sighed dramatically, "Ohhh… How I love you, Russia! Come kiss me! Ohhh!"

I glared at her, "Fuck you! At least I don't try to seduce everyone, and act like a whore! You even hit on me! And I'm your cousin!"

"Sister." She said calmly. "Your my sister."

I looked at her, annoyed by her lying to me, "I don't believe you."

"I was going to tell you on the anniversary of dad's death. I just… didn't have the heart to yet."

I shut my eyes tightly, "Then why… did I have to be tossed home from home?! Why am I always alone?! Why the fuck is it that you just let me get pushed around, since his fucking death?! You're my sister! You're supposed to care!"

I heard her sigh, "Because I didn't have to. I didn't have to tell you. You could have gone without the knowledge. And now… Once grandma is better again and on her feet… I'm going to get my own apartment. Maybe go into the Army, Navy… something like that." I looked at her , and she just looked down at me with a almost vacant expression. "I know you needed me. And I was there. As much as I could be. But now… I have my own life to take care of. I don't have to stay and take care of you, groom, and bathe you every day of your life. I'm just your sister. I'm not your mother."

My eyes stung and I closed them slowly, fighting tears.

I'm just your sister. I'm not your mother.

"You can't just expect everyone to drop everything and take care of you. Even if that's what you get now. One day you'll see that its not just about YOU." She stared at me annoyed.

I studied her, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. I swallowed slowly, and nodded, "I… understand."

She nodded slowly, "Good." She got up and walked from the room.

Once she was gone, I felt the tears fall slowly down my cheeks.

….Was I really that selfish to want her around?

August 6th

The day after my birthday….

Dad… Why didn't you tell me about Sammie? Why did I have to go without my sister?

She says I'm selfish for wanting her be close to me… Am i?

Mom's never with me… if she is, she's only here for a few months, maybe a year or two. I can't remember the last time someone who wasn't my grandmother or Ivan actually took care of me without the slightest hint of complaint.

Dad, I think you'd like Ivan. He's nice, and constantly is taking care of me, like a little kid. I got hurt running and he picked me up and took me to the bathroom and cleaned me up, and told me to be careful. He made me a poptart, a strawberry one. And gave me a glass of milk. England was hurt that I didn't eat his scones for breakfast. I remember what happened when he walked in very clearly.

"Love, I made scones!" England came in the dining room and I remember he was carrying a plate with some scones on it. He had a cup of tea in the other hand, and looked at me with the biggest eyes ever when he saw me eating a poptart. Like I had betrayed him. It was kinda amusing.

I had smiled, and said, "Yeah..?"

He got a depressed like look on his face and said weakly, "I… made scones."

I couldn't help it but I started laughing. He just looked like I had ruined his entire life, so I came over and took a scone and ate it just for him. It made him a lot happier.

Russia got all jealous looking, and so I came over and kissed him and he got a look that I imagine in his brain, he was saying "DON'T KISS ME WITH THE SCONE LIPS."

So I started laughing again because that just plain amused me. I had a pretty good morning until I came into the living room to watch some TV, since Russia had been decided as the grocery shopper. He told me to stay home. I was pretty pissed for awhile, and it didn't help that Sammie was pissy with me in there. Plus her telling me she didn't like me..

Oh dad…

I wish you were still here, so you could tell me what I'm doing right and what I'm doing majorly wrong with my life..

Maybe its Russia? Well… He is way older than me, and its kind of against the law… Oh my god Dad. No wonder Russia didn't want to be with me yet. Wow… I'm making him into a pedophile.

Russia's giggle vibrated against my back, and I gave him a look, "Its true!"

We were sitting there with me leaning against him while I was writing in my journal, and he just kept reading over my shoulder. Which was annoying but… hey. At least I get a response to my journal thanks to him. Verbally, not in the journal…

Russia smiled at me, clearly amused, "3 years is not very long for nations, Da."

"But still! You're a P-E-D-O-P-H-I-L-E thanks to me!" I tried to make him understand, but most likely was just making him laugh. My eyes were wide, and my arms were flailing around. So… I must have looked pretty funny.

He looked at me amused, and proved my point. "Nyet… I am capable of acting on my own."

"Exactly!" I threw my hands up, " You can do whatever you want!"

He smiled and pulled me closer and kissed my forehead, "Da. That includes waiting for you to be of legal age…"

I smiled and snuggled closer, "Whatever you say, Russia, whatever you say. You kinda suck at waiting you know."

"Da. I don't like to be waiting around for many people, but an exception may be made for you, Krystine."

I laughed. "Of course, Russia."

Okay I'm sorry it took so long, and its not as great as it could be, but I went back and saw some of my past chapters, and plan on redoing chapter 2-5 asap. Then I'll post the next chapter of this, and redo 6-10. Then chapter 39, which is part one of the finale. Then chapters 11-16 then the last part, and I'll start planning the sequel and I'll be doing redos up until the sequel's debut! :3

Also, with these redo's you'll see more of America and Sammie.

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. If you have any suggestions for how the units act, please tell me. I still have trouble with Italy, France, and England. And Prussia if you don't remember.