AN: Here's the second chapters, if you see any grammer spelling mistakes, please tell me. Oh, and please baby name suggestions, gender is still undecided and if you know the meaning of the name include it in the reveiw with the name. When I find enough I like I'll let you vote on names and genders.

Lycoris woke up slowly and wondered why she was on her couch and how she'd gotten there. Then it all came rushing back to her. Straightening some more she found herself alone in her living room and went cold. She didn't know much about this man who had been delivered (Or anything really beyond what country he represented.), but one thing she did understand was he was dangerous. Lycoris went colder realizing she had yet to reprogram him. Her mind tried to remember what the manual had said and it came to her.

"Because this unit is a particularly lethal one there is a failsafe reprogramming method. Greet him in Russian if reprogramming directly is too dangerous and make sure you pronounce Ivan the correct way."

Okay, so all she had to do was find him now. Looking around she felt rather nervous. Potential dangerous, mildly attractive, cyborg thing in a house with young helpless pregnant teenager. That didn't sound like a Sci-Fi movie at all. Well perhaps not completely dangerous, she reminded herself. If she could get to the gun Jason had given her she'd at least have that. But honestly coming after him with a weapon in hand would make her seem like a threat. Being a threat was not a good thing.

Lycoris stiffened, suddenly hearing some movement upstairs, it sounded like her paint cans were being moved. Well at least now she had his location. Standing up the heavily pregnant teenager made her slow moving way up the stairs. Yes, he was definitely in baby's room. She'd shut the door when she'd went downstairs earlier and now it was wide open.

Lycoris paused outside her own bedroom. She could sneak in and grab the gun. And then what? Burst in screaming Russian. That would definitely not endear her to him. So Lycoris walked passed it and peeked into the room, she was startled by what she found.

He had finished the walls and was now using the brown paint she'd found in the basement to pain large beautiful pictures of sunflowers and looping elegant vines. Looking at his concentration and the finished room she actually got teary eyed. It was oddly sweet. Nobody had done something for her ever. And she was very glad she hadn't pulled a gun on him. Clearing her throat and wiping her tears she spoke in clear Russian.

"It's very nice, but what if it's a boy?"

The man straightened and turned to look at her towering over her small form. He smiled at her and laid the brush down carefully. "Sunflowers are bright and full of light. A boy would enjoy them too, comrade."

Lycoris nodded and crept in to admire his work, pretending not to watch him out of the corner of her eye. Looking at the careful meticulous work she almost felt bad about having to reprogram him and wondered if it would hurt or affect him negatively. Sighing and blaming her quickness to warm up to him on hormones she spoke again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ivan Braginski, the Russian Federation." The man stiffened a moment and his eyes drooped. He still had a sweet smile on his face as he landed on the floor in deep sleep.

Lycoris felt a bit of guilt at his hunched over figure and did her best to straighten him. Looking down at him sadly she decided she could at least bring his stuff up and make him comfortable. After a few trips, and breaks for the easily exhausted pregnant girl, she'd gotten him in a semi-comfortable looking position propped up by some larger pillows and facing the sunflowers. She'd thought it would be appropriate since the manual had mentioned somewhere he was fond of them. She settled a few bottles of vodka near him, placed his cloths in one of the empty guest bedrooms, and laid the pipe in his reach. Why the pipe had been necessary she didn't understand, but laid it there anyway vaguely remembering Honey say something about it and him.

Then feeling a bit maternally affectionate at his peaceful expression while he slept, she'd tucked him in a large blanket remembering how cold it was upstairs. She kept the heating off up there unless it was night. Deciding this was the best she could manage she went downstairs knowing the one person she needed to speak to.

…

Manhattan-Licorice has signed in.

FrUK#1Shipper has signed in.

Manhattan-Licorice: Paige where's Honey?

FrUK#1Shipper: Yo, Prego, it's been years since you've been on. How's the bun treating you?

Manhattan-Licorice: Fine. Now where's Honey?

FrUK#1Shipper: My Roomie ditched me to go gallivanting off with a French guy, hot French guy, and being French I don't blame her, but still.

Manhattan-Licorice: Do you have any idea when she'll be back?

FrUK#1Shipper: Nope. Something wrong?

Manhattan-Licorice: Yes.

Manhattan-Licorice: No.

Manhattan-Licorice: Maybe.

FrUK#1Shipper: Oh, there is definitely wrong if you are being indecisive.

GermanPasta has signed in.

GermanPasta: Hello Lycoris it's been weeks.

FrUK#1Shipper: More like years.

GermanPasta: Stop exaggerating Mon amour (An: my Love).

FrUK#1Shipper: I love it when you speak French to me Ma belle citrouille.(AN: my lovely pumpkin)

Manhattan-Licorice: Have you seen Honey, Kat?

GermanPasta: Yes, she's on my bed right now.

FrUK#1Shipper: You're cheating on me!

GermanPasta: No you over reactive French idiot. We were study for our Psych final. You know the class you abandoned me to switch out of.

FrUK#1Shipper: My apologies chérie (AN: darling feminine).

Manhattan-Licorice: Kat tell Honey to get on.

GermanPasta: Of course.

HoneyforCanadaAwareness: Hi sis, do you need something?

Manhattan-Licorice: Yes, but first, Paige, Kat could you give us a moment alone?

FrUK#1Shipper: Since when does the internet have anything to do with privacy?

GermanPasta: Let the sisters talk or you aren't getting any.

FrUK#1Shipper: Bye!

FrUK#1Shipper hassigned out.

GermanPasta: Good bye, hope nothing to bad has happened.

GermanPasta has signed out.

HoneyforCanadaAwareness: So what's the super secret that you needed Paige and Kat gone to tell?

Manhattan-Licorice: Alright, let's just say I ordered a 'toy' from your favorite cartoon

HoneyforCanadaAwareness: Anime.

Manhattan-Licorice: Yes, anime, well lets say these toys turned out to be people, or more exactly Russians. Or a Russian. What would said person need to know about them or where would they discovery important facts?

HoneyforCanadaAwareness: Did you finally cave and read Hetalia Fanfiction?

Manhattan-Licorice: Please answer the question Honey Bunny.

HoneyforCanadaAwareness: You promised never to call me that. And anyway, first that person, hypothetically speaking, should probably read up on their Russian history and read the Hetalia wiki if they're in a hurry or watch/read the anime/manga if they have time.

Manhattan-Licorice: Thank you Honey.

HoneyforCanadaAwareness: what does this have something to do with my birthday?

Manhattan-Licorice has signed out.

…

Lycoris blinked at her laptop screen as she began reading back over the Russian page on Wikipedia. That was a lot of stuff to have to go through. Traumatizing seemed like a good word to describe it. And his wiki page had seemed to agree considering his supposed to be a little mentally insane. The thought saddened and troubled Lycoris to equal degrees. In normal circumstances she wouldn't become attached to someone very quickly, but her emotions weren't exactly the most controllable at the moment. Plus she wasn't exactly used to people doing nice things for her. His sweet face didn't help either. She bit her lip as she came to yet another event that made her heart clench in sympathy.

Then suddenly an arm circled her in a hug and it took all she had not to slap her captor. The fact his iron gripped pinned her arms only helped this case. She turned to find a beaming Russian holding her.

"I am so flattered, comrade, to find you so curious about me." The man told her in a voice that made her melt in the knees and on the inside. Lycoris had a thing for accents. Especially Russian ones. So great a thing she would have a kid in a few weeks.

"Your welcome?" she told him, but it came out a question. He loosened his grip, but only enough to help her stand. Feeling a bit flustered by the attention she simply followed him, uncharacteristically meek, to sit on the couch.

"But if you truly wish to know anything, please ask me, comrade. I am a much more reliable source than that." He waved his hand dismissively at the lap top. Lycoris could only nod as his grin grew and he gently patted her head. Normally she wouldn't have liked the proprietary air of the gesture, but her meekness was stronger than expected.

"I was quite pleased with my treatment those far and found my rooms adequate. We will need more vodka though." He sounded thoughtful and suddenly turned to stare pointedly at Lycoris's belly.

"When will the father be home?" he questioned curiously, purple eyes bright. Lycoris's heart gave a tiny pang at those large child-like eyes. They were like Honey's, though hers were more of a blue and a lot more innocent and childish. Damn, she was screwed if she was already likening him to her most important person in the world.

"Ivan doesn't live with me. He went back to Russia shortly after I got pregnant." Lycoris told him calmly, a bit more comfortable now that it was on something she'd discussed a thousand times before. He did not like this and his frown was more sinister than she'd thought his sweet face could muster.

"The father abandoned you?"

Lycoris nodded a bit chilled at his tone. "Well, not really abandoned," she corrected quickly as his frown deepened. "We came to the agreement that we weren't right for each other romantically peaking. We're friends and he's coming back to see the baby when it's born."

He cocked his head to the side. "Where are your parents?"

Lycoris felt her face tighten instinctively at the sensitive word. "My parents do not wish to be tainted by my fall from grace and sent me away. They did give me enough money for the house and let me take my stuff and they do send some money every month. But I doubt the generosity will last."

"Why not?"

"Because I have no intention of putting my baby up for adoption."

"I see." He paused looking her over thoughtfully, frown disappearing. Then suddenly an even more sinister smile appeared on his face and he lightly stroked her stomach. "Then I shall stay, a woman should not be left alone without a male protector."

Lycoris's pride pricked at that. "This is 2010 Russia, not the 30's!" she hissed indignantly. "I can take care of myself fine!"

He looked at her calmly not seeming to be fazed by the outburst. "I know perfectly well women can take care of themselves. I only meant that you will need assistance in your current condition and need someone strong to help you."

Lycoris had nothing to say to this, startled and a bit touched by what was clearly an offer of help. Seeming pleased with her silence he stood and patted her on the head. She looked at him startled, green eyes wide.

"You stay her and I shall make you something to eat." He told her almost fondly. For some reason though it reminded her more of the fondness someone would address their dog with than a human being to another human being.

Then after a moment's hesitation. "Something involving fish, please. I haven't had fish in ages." He nodded beaming. "Oh, and what should I call you?"

"Ivan, comrade and I shall call you…" he trailed off an looked at her oddly as if just now realizing he didn't know her name.

"I'm Lycoris Reynolds, just Lycoris though." She told him helpfully and he nodded and walked off to find the kitchen.