And here it is. The first Anime Convention filler chapter. What, you ask? What is going on?

Let me explain. Filler chapters are not related to the main story, and yet happen at some time within the actual story. If you want the full experience of these chapters, you'll want to read EliteKissu's side of the story. You can read that side on her unit story, called Why Me. It's hilarious, you'll like it. JUST DON'T LIKE IT BETTER THAN THIS ONE, OKAYZ? :DDD

How did this come along? Hm, I'll tell you. Ever since I started this story, I've imagined Sasha and the units being chased by screaming fangirls. I told my one friend who enjoys Hetalia and she was all, DUDE, DO IT. But I wanted to make it special. Fun. The keenest thing since sliced bread. :D So, I talked to the author of the very first Hetalia manual story I read. EliteKissu. She agreed to do a collab. Now, this could be hard work, so I hope YOU APPRECIATE THIS, YOU GUYS. But it'll also be fun, so I really hope you enjoy these filler chapters. The time line here is really messed up, since in Elite's story summer is over and Kara's already back to school, but in this one summer's just started. So maybe... if you go forward as much as you can in this one without Sash geting more units, and back as much as you can in Why Me without Kara losing any units, AnimeKet would be there somewhere. xD

To do this I had to PRINT A DAMN COPY of Elite's chapter at the library, so I don't get any details wrong. I had to borrow a dollar from my friend since I forgot my printing money. D: Then I had to make the font like size eight so I could fit it all on five pages (costs twenty cence to print one black & white page). I need internet so bad. ;-;

Over seventy reviews! I'm so proud and happy! :D Keep reviewing, I love them~. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.

My tongue is burnt. It hurts. DX

Hey! The dubbed movie, Hetalia Paint It, White, is coming out in November! I can't wait, must beg to pre-order!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the manuals. Capishe? :D

-/Hetalia/-

"BIG SISTER SASHA, HEEELP!" Little Vanya's (the nickname for little Ivan) screams penetrated all the way into my room where I was sleeping. Suffice to say, I woke up.

Mumbling angrily under my breath, I went downstairs. As soon as I think I get just a little peace, something happens. Oh, Sasha, I'm hungry. Oh, Sasha, the Wii won't work. Oh, Sasha, I think Flying Mint Bunny sprained his wing. I'll sprain your wing the next time you wake me up like that, Artie! I passed Arthur reading, Alfred watching TV, and Ivan playing solitaire.

That left one culprit. As usual.

Vanya was lucky he was cute.

I walked into the kitchen, and I saw Gilbert slam the fridge shut and stand in front of it. "Hey there, Sash," he said nervously.

"Gilbert?"

"Yeah?"

"Where the hell is Vanya?" I tapped my foot, waiting for an answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Gilbert leaned on the fridge.

"Gil, I heard him. He woke me up. Where. Is. He?" I walked toward him with each word. At the 'he' I poked him in the forehead.

"Kesesese, you'll never get it out of me!" He slapped my hand away.

"Sister Sasha, I am in here, da!" The voice came from behind Gil. What? There was no way. The fridge was behind-

"OH MY GOD, VANYA!" I pushed Gilbert away and threw open the refrigerator to reveal small Vanya shoved into it. The shelves had been removed and put somewhere, and Vanya was stripped down to his underwear. He was shivering and almost blue.

Gilbert was laughing behind me, slapping his knee. "That is some awesome shit right there! Kesesese, that midget's HILARIOUS."

"IVAN, GILBERT LOCKED VANYA IN THE REFRIGERATOR!" I scooped Vanya into my arms. Gilbert paled.

"Dude! I thought even you weren't that stupid!" Al poked his head into the kitchen.

"You know you're an ignoramus when Alfred calls you stupid," Arthur said, turning the page. He didn't even look up.

"HEY, DUDE! OFFENSIVE!"

Ivan's large frame suddenly filled the kitchen doorway. "Kaliningrad, you locked little me in the fridge, da? Kolkolkol..." He hit his hand repeatedly with his pipe, his outline looking purple.

I leaned over to Gil. "Run," I whispered.

Gilbert broke into a run, shooting past Ivan. He skidded as he turned to run up the stairs. Ivan was right behind him, grinning maniacally.

"Spasibo, Sasha," Vanya said, smiling up at me. "I wish Gilbert would be my friend..." He looked a bit sad. Yeah, because EVERY nation wanted PRUSSIA as an ally! Oh, you can just see the sarcasm coming off me in WAVES, can't you?

"Um... I don't think that'd be a good idea," I said under my breath. "Anyways, where'd Gilbert put your clothes and the fridge shelves? And the food would help too."

"In the thing up there, sister Sasha!" He wiggled out of my arms and dropped to the floor, pointing to the cupboard right above the stove.

I opened it up and gave Vanya his clothes. I tried to put the shelves back in, but after a lot of cursing, smashing my fingers while trying to slide in the shelves, and spilling pancake batter everywhere, I yelled out, "DAMMIT, GIL! COME AND DO THIS YOURSELF!"

"THE AWESOME ME IS KIND OF BUSY RUNNING FOR MY LIFE RIGHT NOW, SASHA! VERDAMMT, GET AWAY, IVAN!"

I sighed. "I can't do this..." I looked at the fridge in dismay.

"Hey, the hero'll do this for you!" Alfred came in and grabbed one of the shelves from me. "I'll use my incredible strength to do this."

"Really? Thanks, Al." I smiled at him and received his heroic grin back. I went to the sink and washed off the batter that I had been hit with and wandered into the living room with my little adorable stalker.

"You know, all that cussing wasn't very lady-like, love," Arthur commented as he read. "With that mouth you could've been a sailor."

"Oh, so I passed the first test for being a pirate?" My mouth twisted into a half-grin.

He looked up with an amused look. "Oh hardiharhar. You know I don't do that anymore."

I just shrugged, still grinning. For some reason I wasn't in a half-bad mood despite being woken up because Gilbert had shoved Vanya into the fridge, then being unable to fix the fridge, and spilling batter everywhere. Weird.

"Big sister, I am glad to see you are not so uptight right now! You always seem to be in a bad mood," Vanya informed me, tugging on my pajama pants.

Who knew an adorable midget could know so much.

"Yeah... guess I am," I said, frowning. "Sorry. I guess."

"It is fine, da? I like you anyways, sister! Oh, it is Jasper! Privyet, comrade Jasper!" Vanya ran towards Jasper and hugged him around the neck while Jasper tried to lick him in the face. Vanya laughed and petted his friend. He loved that dog so much. Jasper loved him right back, but I wasn't quite sure where it came from. When they first met, Jasper had barked like crazy.

I looked up and saw Ivan walking down the stairs. "I cannot find Gilbert. He is a very large coward, da?" He patted Jasper then Vanya on the head on his way towards me. "Defender of men, I apologize."

"It's fine, Ivan. Pretty sure you freaked him out enough."

"The hero has accomplished his mission!" Al slid into the living room. "It. Is. REPAIREEEED!"

"Thank. YOOOOOOU!" I held up my hand for a high five.

Alfred high-fived me then fist pumped. "You couldn't have done it without me! America!"

"I am pretty sure I could have done it faster and better, da?" Ivan announced to the room.

"That a challenge?"

"Da."

"THEN LET'S DO THIS!" Al and Ivan went to the kitchen to dismantle my fridge and fix it again.

It was the Great Space Race all over again, but with fixing my fridge.

Okay, whatever. As long as they fixed it again. I hummed and started to search for Gilbert. "I'm so lucky, lucky. I'm. So lucky lucky. I'm, so lovely, lovely. I'm. So lovely lovely~." I sang as I searched.

"... Is Sash singing?" I heard Al whisper.

"Da. She is pretty good, do you not think so, Amerika?"

"Yeah, just... what'd she do with the old Sash?"

"You can fool yourself, I promise it'll help~." I glided into the kitchen and sang that line to Al, poking him in the cheek. "I. Am in a good mood. For once."

Alfred's mouth fell open. "Seriously, dude?"

"Seriously, dude," I said solemnly. "I'm, so lucky lucky~! I'm, so lucky, lucky~. GIL, WHERE'D YOU GO?"

"Mein Gott," Gilbert gasped as he came into the kitchen. He held a pillow, which I imagined he had been using as protection with Ivan. "Is that Sasha's singing mein ears are hearing?"

"YES. Is it so hard to understand?" I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, will you please stop messing with Vanya?"

"Kesesese. Nein, mein freund."[1] Gilbert was speaking really quietly so Ivan wouldn't hear him. "It's too damn fun."

"Well, don't mess up the fridge again. And I suggest leaving him alone for your own sake." I danced off, away from everyone's stares.

There was a knock on the door. I continued to hum the lucky song as I answered it.

My arch nemesis Asher stood there. But all he had was an envelope. "Howdy, Sash!"

"Uhh... howdy?" I tilted my head. "Watcha got there?"

"Another prize." He grinned and waved the envelope under my nose. "I think you'll like this one."

"Oh, really? Like I liked the last few prizes you gave me?" I was really liking the sarcasm today.

"No, no. You might actually like this one. We enrolled your name in this contest, and you won. Want your prize or not?" He waggled his eyebrows playfully, holding out the envelope.

The suspense was killing me. "Gimmie," I said as I snatched it out of his hand. I tore into it, keeping an eye on Asher's expectant face. I froze at the contents.

"What'd you win there, pet?" Iggy was right next to me, curious.

I think I broke everyone's eardrums with my following fangirl scream. Jasper ran upstairs whimpering, Iggy, Vanya, and Asher winced, and Ivan, Al, and Gil came running into the room.

"What's in there?" Al asked, rubbing his ear.

I hugged Asher. "YOU ARE NO LONGER MY NEMESIS."

"Huh? Neme-what-now?"

I looked into the envelope again, counting. I let out another squeal. "I have to call Audrey! And Madge! And work[2]! Must ask off!"

"WHAT IS IT, WOMAN?" Al asked, shaking me.

A grin spread across my face. "15 three-day passes to AnimeKet in Seattle." The lucky song causes miracles.

-/Hetalia/-

I wonder if it would be suicide if I threw myself off a cliff into the mercy of the breeze. I mean, I'd put down a trampoline. I'd just, you know, miss.

When I called myself 'lucky', I'd forgotten what would happen when you shoved Madge, Audrey, the nations, and me all in one private cart on a train. Oh, and my boss. Remember how 'she be crazy?' Yeah, well she is. She begged me to give her an extra ticket when I told her why I needed the weekend off.

So now Jenny was with us as well. Also, I figured out her actual age. She was only nineteen, and she already had her own cafe. Albeit a strange cafe, but still...

"THIS. IS BAD ASS," Jenny said, bouncing in her seat.

"Totally! What luck was this!" Al was splayed across a whole seat, my iPod in one ear.

"Yeah, luck," I sulked.

"Be happy, Sash," Madge said, petting Kumajiro. Mattie had also tagged along.

"Yeah, guess you're right," I said, sitting up a bit straighter. "I mean, I HAVE A FIVE POUND BAR OF CHOCOLATE [3]!" I had got it before we got on the train to cheer me up. I rummaged around my backpack and pulled out the giant, king of all kings, god of chocolate bars. I held it above my head and received ooohs and aahhhs.

"Comrade Sasha, will you be able to eat that all? It is almost as big as you are, da?" Ivan looked at the bar, then back at me, then to the bar again.

I laughed. "Probably. But I'm gonna be a nice person and share."

"Yum," Audrey said, licking her lips. "This will be fuel. We need fuel."

I tried to break up the chocolate bar. "Uuuurgh. Break, damn you. BREAK!" It was too thick. I tried to karate chop it, but that only earned me a sore hand. "Ohhhh, mother of all things holy," I gasped, cradling my hand and rocking back and forth.

Alfred and Gilbert cracked up, pointing and laughing. "Smart move there, Sash," Gil snickered.

"Totally genius," Alfred added.

Madge looked at them, pointing to each in turn. "So... are you guys reverting to friends since the other two-thirds of the Bad Touch Trio aren't here and Al just has no friends in general?"

"I HAVE FRIENDS," Alfred protested.

"Somebody better break this damn chocolate bar before I just eat it all myself!" I shoved the bar at Arthur. "You're being quiet! You break it!"

"How am I supposed to break this bloody thing?" Iggy held up the chocolate. He stared at it intensely. "Am I supposed to do some black magic on it or something?"

Madge plucked it from his hands. "Mattie! Use your Manada powers to break it!" She tossed it to him and he barely caught it.

"You make him drop that, I kill you," I informed Madge. She stuck her tongue out at me.

"I WANT THE DAMN CHOCOLATE ALREADY," Audrey cried, punching Mattie in the shoulder.

"Come on, Mattvie!" Both Russians chimed in at once.

The one time we recognize Canada, we're yelling at him to break our chocolate bar. Poor Canada.

"I'm not sure I can break this," Matthew said softly, knocking on the chocolate.

"MANADA POWERS!" Audrey said, punching him again.

"M-maple!"

"If you don't leave Mattie alone, you'll be eating through a straw," Madge said, "Now sit back down."

Audrey, grumbling, sat down.

Mattie tried to break the chocolate, pulling desperately. "Maaaapleeee!"

It didn't break. "I think that's the loudest I've ever heard you, Matt," I said as I took the chocolate from him. He smiled sheepishly at me.

"That chocolate is indestructible," Jenny laughed. "Can you even bite into that thing?"

"Yeah, I've had one of these befo-"

"OH MY GOD, JUST GIVE IT HERE!" Alfred snatched the chocolate from my hands and broke it effortlessly. He made it look like it was butter. He broke it again and again, until there were enough pieces for everyone. He handed it out, trying to keep the biggest piece for himself.

"Nuh-uh-uh," I said. "Give it here."

"But I broke it! Shouldn't I get a reward?" He held the chocolate to his heart.

"Yeah, but it's my chocolate that I bought with my money. Gimmie." I beckoned with my hand for the chocolate. There was no way Alfred was getting the biggest piece. I needed that chocolate.

"No way!"

"Iggyyyyy," I whined, leaning over and tugging on his shirt. "Al's being a meanie!"

"Alfred, you're not being very gentlemanly. Give Sasha her chocolate," Arthur looked exasperated. "And Sasha, please don't call me Iggy. And you could stand to be more polite about it. Maybe asking please?"

Al and I stared at him, before bursting into laughter.

"The bloody hell is wrong with you?" He sounded offended.

"Gentlemanly-schmentlemenly," Alfred chuckled. "I'd rather have the chocolate."

"And asking please? Please! That wouldn't help me at all at this moment," I sniggered, covering my mouth.

"Nutburgers! All of you!" Arthur shoved his nose into his book. His eyebrows furrowed dangerously, threatening to make a unibrow.

"Is calling people names really gentlemanly?" Jenny asked, her arm circling Arthur's shoulders.

"I don't... I mean... Er- It's not..." Iggy stopped trying to explain himself, flustered.

"Thought so," she whispered, patting his shoulder.

Alfred went to take a bite of the chocolate, and I stood up. "NO! It's mine."

"What'cha gonna do about it, huh?" He pulled down his bottom eyelid and stuck out his tongue. "You gonna come and take it from me? Ha!"

I looked down beside me. "Ivan?" The sadist looked up, smile playing on his face. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I could see Al freeze. "Please help me. Please?"

Ivan put his hands on his knees and pushed himself up, towering over the sitting down America. "Of course I will help you, comrade Sasha." He gave me a pat on the head. "So, Amerika, you will being giving up the chocolate now, da?"

Alfred unfroze and stood up. He wasn't too much shorter than Ivan, but he still had to look up at him. "Nope," he said, his eyes narrowing behind Texas, "You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands, commie."

Ivan's grin widened, threatening to take up his whole face. "That can be arranged, da?" He grabbed Al's shirt and dragged him out onto the connection between trains.

"... You don't think he'll really kill him?" Jenny asked.

"NOOOO, MY AMERICAAAA!" Audrey sobbed. She hugged Gilbert, crying on his shirt.

"That's not very awesome," he muttered, patting her back awkwardly.

"I hope he's not that much of an idiot," Madge said, rolling her eyes.

The door banged open, and in walked Ivan, dragging Alfred behind him. Al's clothes were disheveled and Texas held on by one ear. "Take the damn chocolate," he said, shoving it at me. He sat down and fixed his glasses. Ivan sat down next to me, smile fixed on his face.

I stared at the chocolate and sighed. "Here, take it." I tossed it to him. He brightened and threw me the second-largest piece.

"Thanks, dude! You're not too bad!" He bit into the chocolate with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, yeah, I felt bad." I gave him a crooked smile and turned to look out the window. I took a small bite of the sweet block and let it melt on my tongue, the taste spreading in my mouth. It was early evening outside.

AnimeKet in Seattle. I had been to two other conventions, but not this particular one. Both other times I had been cosplaying Hetalia with Madge and Audrey. We were headed to the convention at a high-speed, and my excitement just kept growing. I tried to hold back a yawn, my jaw stretching. I had to let it out, my mouth opening wide. Since I got the tickets a day ago, I had been up, calling everyone and just being over-all excited.

For once, I won something I enjoyed. My luck was terrible, and I had never won anything at all before winning the units. I didn't hate any of them, but sometimes they just really got on my nerves. I was going to have fun, I was going to relax, and I was going to enjoy myself. I yawned again and rubbed my eyes.

"Big sister, are you tired?" Vanya peeked up at me from the other side of big Ivan.

"Hm? Yeah... I haven't gotten much sleep."

"We have a few hours before we get there," Arthur said, "You can go ahead and take a nap, love."

"Really? Good." My eyes were beginning to flutter shut. I leaned against Ivan's shoulder. "Do you mind?"

"Nyet, go right ahead, defender of men," Ivan said, smiling.

"Thanks," I yawned. I closed my eyes, letting sleep take me.

Next thing I knew, I was being shaken gently. "Sasha, we're here," Arthur said quietly.

"Five more minutes," I groaned, burrowing between Ivan and the seat.

"C'mon, Sasha! This is going to be great!" Alfred poked my back.

My eyes opened and I came out from behind Ivan. "Great." I smiled and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

-/Hetalia/-

Wow. The hotel we were to stay in, right next to the hall where the convention was being held, was amazing. It was most definitely a four star hotel, and we got to stay for free.

Booyeah.

Wonder if they had a pool.

We went up to the receptionist desk, where a smiley man stood.

"Um... we're here for the convention? I won this trip from Flying Mint Bunny Corporation. Sasha Collins?" I said all this very softly. I hated going shopping or hotels for the reason of talking to the people behind the counters. I never knew what to say.

"Yes, we have you right here. Here's your room key, you are in room 60, enjoy the convention please."

"Wait... did you say room key? Not rooms?" Iggy's eye twitched.

"There is no way I'm sharing a room with the damn Russian!" Madge protested.

"I'm sorry, but if it's any consolation, the room is large enough for twenty people. It is very nice." He gave me a room key, then handed an extra one to Arthur.

"I cannot believe I have to share a room with Ivan," Madge said, glaring at Ivan.

"Agreed," Gil and Al said at the same time.

"I am not happy about it either, da?" Ivan said. His grin had faltered.

"You get near me, I'll smack that grin off your face," Madge growled.

"I did not plan on nearing you, but I would like to see you try, comrade." He looked about ready to 'kol'. They walked off, still arguing.

"Big sister, are you coming?" Vanya looked up at me with his big purple eyes. Cute.

"I'll be right up. I'm going to look around real quick." Vanya nodded and ran off to catch up with the others. I glanced around and let everyone get on one of the elevators. I needed a break. Madge and Ivan were giving me a headache.

After checking out the lobby a bit, I got onto an elevator. I kept pressing the sixth floor button, but THE DAMN DOORS WOULD NOT CLOSE. I punched the button repeatedly. "WORK, DAMN YOU," I yelled. I smacked it one final time and the doors slowly began to close. "Haha, yes!" Four star hotel my ass. They needed a mechanic.

"I CALL THE BED!" I heard a shout heading towards me. I stepped back as a girl with short brown hair and a tomboy-air ran in. The doors slammed shut, and she leaned on the elevator wall with a sigh. She looked up and seemed to notice me. "Hey."

"Hi," I said softly. I was still tired from my nap, and I didn't usually socialize.

She looked like she was about to say something when the elevator doors opened at my stop. When she looked down at her card key I slipped out. I felt nervous talking to new people sometimes if I wasn't with my friends. Some people called me shy.

I called it an annoying-ass setback.

From the corner of my eye I saw her get off the elevator just in time before the doors closed. I scanned my card and entered the room to find Ivan and Madge throwing punches at each other.

"KOLKOLKOL."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARD."

I stared at them and my mouth fell open. WHAT HAD HAPPENED HERE?

Everyone was watching, not doing anything. Audrey was sitting on the bed, sipping a coke. She looked at me when I entered. "Sasha! Quick, pop the popcorn!"

What the h-e-double hockey sticks? I thought she'd gone insane. "HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP?" I screamed, my eye twitching violently. Iggy must've gave me is twitch.

"Oh, it'll help. I'm starving!" She took a swig of her coke.

I facepalmed and threw myself onto one of the empty beds. I pressed the pillow into my face and screamed.

Please let tomorrow at the convention be better.

-/Hetalia/-

The first day of the convention I posed myself a question:

Could things get worse?

The obvious answer that I should've known in the first place:

Why yes. Yes they could.

"Is that... PRUSSIA?"

"OH EHM GEE, AMERICAAA, MY HERO!"

"RUSSIA! RUSSIA, I'LL BECOME ONE WITH YOU!"

"CANADA, I SEE YOU!"

"ENGLAND! I LOVE YOOOU!"

"LITTLE RUSSIA! SOOOO CUUUUTE! I JUST WANNA HUG YOOOU!"

It's fangirl chaos.

Why did I not think of this simple fact? The 'hot' Hetalia crew + fangirls = what? FUCKING HELL. \par

Things were relatively normal in the hotel lobby. People complimented the nations on their costumes. But right when we came into the first room in the convention, a girl wandered up and told Gil how much she loved his costume.

Stupid stupid stupid! "Kesesese, oh please! This is not a costume! I'm simply the awesome Prussia!" And he said it loudly. SO. VERY. FUCKING. LOUDLY.

That was the first cry.

And so the chaos ensued.

"Big sister Sasha, I am scared!" Vanya cried, his eyes tearing up.

We ran, and the fangirls chased us. I looked back to see a familiar face.

"AUDREY GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE MOB!" I screamed.

"But-"

"AUDREEEEYYY!"

"FINE!" She sped up and caught up with Jenny. "RUIN MY FUN, DON'T YOU?"

I ignored her. I could still hear the fangirls screaming.

"PLEASE COME BACK, PRUSSIA!"

"NO, ENGLAND FTW!"

"SORRY, BUT THAT TITLE GOES TO CANADA!"

From farther off I heard a few strange ones.

"GIMME THAT SPANISH ASS!"

"FRANCE! FRANCE, MON AMOUR!"

"SWTIZERLAND, I LOVE YOU!"

Weird. Were people seeing things?

I skidded to a stop in front of a man with dark brown hair and a tan face. WHAT THE?

"Antonio Carriedo?" I gasped.

"Hola, senorita," he said in a dazed way.

Another nation ran past me. A second Iggy. Then an Al. I was turning insane, and quickly. Must be the stress. I looked back to see the mob closing in. In front of me, Ivan was just standing there.

"IVAN, START RUNNING!" I ran up to him, only to see someone I recognized.

"What's up?" The girl from the elevator, who had another Ivan holding onto her shoulder, looked at me.

"You're the..." We said at the same time. Then the fangirls got even louder and we looked at each other. She pointed off to the right. "Let's go this way!"

I nodded frantically, too scared for my life to question her. We ran like crazy, our two groups merging.

The fates just love screwing with me.

-/Hetalia/-

[1] - No, my friend. I think. I can't find my damn dictionary. DX And I need to find it to recheck it out 'cause it's due and if I lose it I'll owe around fifteen bucks. Dang it. ;-;

[2] - Bet you people forgot she got a job. XD It'll be involved more in later chapters.

[3] - This is a wish of mine right now. We got this selling thing at school where we could win a five pound chocolate bar. I never win those things, though. DX My luck is terrible, and I suck at selling things because I have no one to sell to.

Watching Addams Family, where they dance the Mamushka. First thing I thought? Oh, it's Russian! I think... Cossack dancers are Russian. YAY RUSSIA. XD

Well that was fun! My writer's block vanished for now! :DDD

I WAS EATING COLD FRIGGIN' RAMEN THAT'S HALF COOKED BECAUSE MY STUPID MICROWAVE BROKE. ;-; With a fork. Because I couldn't find a spoon. I was in a really weird mood, so I was pretending to sob into my ramen... Yyyeeeeaaaahhhh... X3

I am pissed at Russia right now because of this stupid school project. His culture and history is difficult to find on a creditable site on the interwebs, so I'm probably just going to use books. AND I LOST MY RUSSIAN SPACE PROGRAM NOTES! *sobs* They took me three days! Verdammt!

I hope you review. Have a very Fanfition-y day! =3