Moon: slow updates are sloooooow! I don't own hetalia blah blah blah onto the story.

"I don't like their clothes."

I looked up from my book to stare at Zarya. She eyed the guys with distaste.

"Lets go shopping."

"But- but, I'm at a good part!" It was true. I was reading The Queen Bee Of Bridgeton and I got to the part where the protagonist was beating the crap out of one of the mean girls.

"You can read it later! Right now we're going shopping."

I sulked. Zarya is so commanding.

"Listen up everyone! We're going out so be ready in five minutes!" Zarya shouted then went upstairs to get ready. I sighed and put my bookmark in place. I looked over to the guys who were looking rather confused.

"Get ready or else you'll have to listen to her complain." I said before going to my room to get ready.

-hetalia-

Five to about ten minutes later, I stood with my back to the garage door in my white tank top, jean shorts, and white sandals, waiting for Zarya. She said be ready in five minutes yet she takes forever and a day just to get ready. The guys and me were standing around talking about which country had the tastiest dessert (Al saying it was the Great American Flag Cake, Ivan said it was Prague Cake [which I have had before, it was amazing], Yong-soo said it was Danpatbbang, and Matt said it was Maple Syrup Tarts, but since nobody but me heard him I said it for them, giving Matt a reassuring pat on the back and telling him that at least I heard him) when Zarya came down in her pink V-neck, dark blue skirt, and blue and white sandals.

"About time you came down." I said. She ignored me and waved a hand in my direction, silently telling me to move. I obliged only cause I didn't want to listen to her complain.

"I call shot gun!" Al shouted and ran into the garage, but didn't get far when I yanked him back by his hood.

"No, I always get shot gun." I told him then sat in front. He started to complain, but quickly shut up when I glared at him. He sat in the back seat, sulking, with Yong-soo. Matt and Ivan sat in the all-the-way back.

Zarya put the key into the ignition and turned on the cd player. The opening of Calling All The Monsters by China Anne McClain started playing. Me and Zarya started singing along.

-hetalia-

Have I ever mentioned that Zarya is ridiculous when it comes to money. Like, we're at the local mall and before we all split up to get clothes and shit, Zarya gives the guys over two hundred dollars each.

And it was from my wallet! Like, what the fuck?! Yes, I understand clothes cost money, but seriously?! I don't mind if you spend that much on one person, but that's over eight hundred fucking dollars from my wallet! Yeah, I have money, but so does Zarya! She has a fucking job yet the bitch takes money from my wallet?! Bitches these days man... they will take all your money....

"Thank you da-ze!"

"Spasibo Zarya."

"Thanks dudette!"

"T-thank you, I appreciate it."

"No problem, guys, but meet us here in an hour, kay?" The guys nodded then split up. Zarya grabbed my arm and pulled me away to who-knows-where?

"Oooh look at this!" Zarya said. I looked up. We were at Hot Topic and Zarya had pointed to a really cute dress. It was black and looked like a biker jacket from the top to the waist, but poofed out slightly at the waist and had ruffles. All in all it was really nice and I would like to have it, but where would I wear it too?

"Its cute, but I wouldn't need it." I told Zarya. She pulled me into Hot Topic and held the dress up to me.

"Put it on." She shoved the dress into my hand and pushed me in a dressing room. I sighed and started to undress. I unzipped the back and slipped it up my legs. I popped my head through the top and pushed my arms through sleeve holes. I reached behind me and zipped up the back. I turned to the mirror and smirked at my reflection. I gotta admit I look good. My legs look fantastic and the way the dress is hugging my body makes it look amazing.

I reached into my jean shorts and pulled out my phone. Who said I have to share this amazingness with only myself and Zarya? I snapped a picture and sent it to Mason, Kody, and Wolfgang. Knowing them they probably had a nosebleed right now. Or at least Wolfgang would, Kody would blush, and Mason would say I look good and say he would like to see it on me face to face.

Wolf: Oh shit... *tries to cover nosebleed but fails horribly* Told you.

Kody: Omg you send such perverted pictures. Yeah, but this time I'm wearing more clothes!

Mason: Nice. Very nice. Especially ur legs they look great and the dress looks nice and tight on you. Its very sexy on you. I swear, Mason can make me feel like a supermodel sometimes.

"You take forever to get changed! Hurry up and show me how you look!" Zarya yelled.

"I'll hurry up when you shut up!" I yelled back then quickly wrote a thank you to the guys and told them I'd text later. I put my phone away and stepped out the dressing room. I stood in front of the dressing room with my hand on my hip and an annoyed frown on my face. Zarya looked down at me with wide eyes, kind of like this: O_O.

"Hold still," she said taking a comb out her back pocket. She combed my hair so that part of it was in my face. Taking a step back, Zarya pulled her phone out of her pocket and snapped a picture.

"How does it look?" I asked. She grinned.

"Great," She gave her phone to me. "Seriously you should try modeling for us, You would be amazing."

"Meh." I said looking over the picture. I looked good, but I would never model. Its too much work and all I do is stand still while people take my picture. I hate standing still, I need to move, to dance. Oh, and by 'us' Zarya meant her fashion company; Sunlight Fashion.

Yeah, Rihanna, good girl gone bad

Take three action

No clouds in my storm

Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame

Comin' down like the Dow Jones

When the clouds come, we gone-

I tossed Zarya her phone back and rushed into the dressing room. I pulled my phone out m shorts.

"Hey." I answered.

"Hey, can you call tonight?" Mason's slightly gruff voice asked.

"Sure. House phone or cell phone?"

"Doesn't matter."

"At any particular time...?"

"Just call, I'll be up when your up."

"Okay, talk to you later,"

"Talk to you later." Then the line went dead. I pressed end.

"Was that your boyfriend?" Zarya asked.

"He's not my boyfriend." I told her, locking the dressing room door so I could change.

"Sure sure whatever you say,"

I sighed. I didn't like it when people asked if Mason was my boyfriend. He's my best friend.

Who happens to be a boy.

And hangs out at my house practically everyday.

And is always there for me.

...

He's not my boyfriend, I swear!

"Hey something's going on," Zarya's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"What?"

"Apparently some guy in a trench coat and scarf with silver hair, purple eyes, and a big nose is threating people."

I froze. Guy in a trench coat and scarf with silver hair, purple eyes, and a big nose.

It couldn't be...

"Hey, do you think its-"

"Oh my God!" I quickly pulled my clothes on and rushed out the dressing room. I turned to where three mall cops were running to and ran that way.

"What about the dress?!" Zarya called after me.

"We'll get it later!" I shouted back.

Why in the world is Ivan threating people?! No, that's not the question I should be asking. I should be asking 'who was the dumbass that pissed off Ivan?!'. Seriously, what retard would piss off a giant Russian?! You don't do that! That's common sense! Unless your Alfred.

I skidded to a stop in the middle of the mall and looked around. Fuck, I should've paid more attention to where the cops were running than mind complaining.

"Mommy, why did that man have a pipe?"

Oh my Lord, what the hell is Ivan doing?

"I don't know, Sweetie, but lets keep going this way,"

I turned to my left. A lady and her son were walking my way.

"Um, excuse me miss," I walked up to her. "Where is the man with the trench coat and scarf?"

"He's over by the Blooming Boutique." The lady pointed to where she came from.

"'Kay, thank you!" I ran to where she pointed. A crowd of mall cops surrounded a small flower shop while bystanders stood behind them watching. I shot through the crowd, but was pulled back by my shirt.

"Gah!" I yelled.

"Sorry, kid, but its too dangerous in there."

First of all, I know this bitch did not just call me a kid. I'm a fucking teenager, you asshole! The word teen is in fourteen you fucker! I've been very moody lately. I hope I'm not on my period, that would just make it worse/

"Listen, sir, my friend is in there and I would like to talk to him." I tried reasoning with the cop but he wouldn't budge.

"Your friend is going to have to wait until we can calm that man down," the cop said. I sighed. This guy is annoying as hell and he's still holding my shirt so he's most likely looking at my bra like a fucking pedo. What a douche.

I reached behind me and grabbed the cop's hand. I held it in a way so that he would let go of my shirt. The cop gasped then let out a curse. I let go of his hand then bolted into the flower shop. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Ivan standing over some old guy huddled in a corner with his pipe up ready to hit the poor old man.

They both turned to me, Ivan's sadistic smile turning into a normal one and the old man's scared face relaxed.

"Hello, Lena, what are you doing here?" He asked as if me being here had nothing to do with him. Wrong.

"Getting you... what happened?"

"Nothing,"

"This," I waved my arms around to emphasize how tore up this place looked. "doesn't look like nothing." A piece of the ceiling fell to further prove my point. Seriously Ivan freaking destroyed this place. There was soil and flowers littering the floor, the ceiling and walls had holes in them my guess is from Ivan swinging his pipe, a counter was flipped over! Seriously who does this?! I'll tell you who! Ivan does this! Because... I don't know! He just does!

"Sunflowers."

"Huh?" I was so busy mind screaming I wasn't paying attention to real life.

"I wanted sunflowers, but he wouldn't give me them."

"Because you wanted them all!" The old man exclaimed. Ivan started kolkolkoling and the old man kept quiet.

I want to scream. Truly I do, but I can't. Ivan destroyed a store and I want-

Ya know what? Scratch that. I don't know what I want. But what I NEED is to get Ivan the fuck out of here.

"Come on Ivan." I motioned to the door.

"What about the sunflowers?"

"'Vodka is better, da?"

"Da!"

"Um..." I looked to the old man.

"Yes?"

"My store..."

"Send me the bill. Also," I picked up a packet of blue berry seeds. "I'd like to buy this."

"Its two dollars."

I pulled two dollars out my wallet and handed it to the man.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" The man nodded and pulled out a notepad and pen out of his apron. He handed it to me and I proceeded to write down Zarya's information. She owes me for giving away my eight hundred dollars.

I gave the man back his notepad and pen then walked out with Ivan.

"Why did you get blue berry seeds?" Ivan asked.

"I've been interested in gardening for a while." I told him. Ivan hummed.

Moon: This chapter was gonna be longer but I feel like my chapters were getting too long to type up.

Lena: You were just being lazy

Moon: Shut up or I'll tell your mother on you!

Lena: O_O you wouldn't!

Moon: I would!

Lena:...

Moon: Ha! Anyway if you liked this then leave a review, fav, some other stuff if you didn't like it don't complain to me.

Lena:... Jerk.

Moon: Also! I failed to mention that the Blooming Boutique is a flower shop I made up for one of my classes when I was in the eighth grade! So yeah yall just learned something bout me, good for you.