AN: Still need baby names, leave them in your reveiw. Please and thank you.

Lycoris wasn't exactly sure how most people would expect having an apparently 'psychotic' Russian become your new housemate, but for Lycoris it was working out rather well. Russia seemed both attentive and fascinated by what was in her belly. Lycoris was fond of the fact that he didn't pry and never asked her about her family or past. She returned the favor and eventually began talking happily about Honey. This resulted in him telling her, in a sincerely warm voice she found adorable, about his sisters. He also seemed almost giddy, for him anyway, since she'd allowed him to paint sunflowers in his own room. She'd also discovered he was fond of Chinese food and had taken him out for dinner. A small splurge in the funds she was carefully hording. All in all they seemed to get along swimmingly, other than his occasional slips into what Paige would call his 'creeper' moments.

Lycoris remembered his first 'creeper' moment. She'd left the TV on the history channel and had begun working on the budget, which had to be readjusted with a new house member. She hadn't realized it, but a documentary on the Cold War started playing. Russia had walked into the living room and noticed the contents. She'd been focused on her math problems and hadn't realized Russia was in the kitchen until she heard a soft "kolkolkol" behind her. Screaming she'd turned to find Russia with a rather dark expression behind her. He'd given her a disturbing smile and another "kolkolkol", before turning to grab a bottle of vodka. She didn't know what exactly he'd been muttering in Russian the rest of the night, she hadn't felt the need to get that close, but she knew it was not very flattering towards her country.

Finally, two weeks after Russia had arrived; the doorbell had rung, while she'd been in the kitchen. She'd been vindictively pleased to startle the delivery boy, well man really, catching him laying the box down in her living room. He straightened and tipped his hat to her. He was nice looking. A pleasant masculine cut to his jaw line, swarthy brown skin, green eyes, though they were olive-green instead of her emerald green, and neatly cut brown hair. He also wore a white T-shirt with that stupid green flying rabbit.

"Hello there ma'am." He greeted her pleasantly with an accent she didn't recognize other than Southern, in his voice. It was clear god hated her for giving him such an attractive accent. His grin grew crooked as he took her in and she fingered her prized non-stick frying pan she'd carried with her.

"That was a rather nasty surprise you left last time," she told him darkly giving a grin of her own. Judging from the look in his eyes, she'd copied Ivan's sinister smile rather well. She also had the plus of being a pregnant woman with a frying pan in hand.

"You were the one who ordered 'em, ma'am." He pointed out, grin twitching, but not fading from his dark face.

"Point taken," she admitted grudgingly and stuck out her hand. "Well hand it over so I can see who the next surprise is."

He handed it over pleasantly. Lycoris did not like his grin. At all. She scowled and looked down the manual in her hands and began reading. She read it quickly and paused to read it again. The smile on her face made the man raise an eyebrow. She knew this character, he was Honey's favorite, and as such, she knew him as well as she knew Honey. And she knew Honey better than Honey knew Honey.

"Good news?" Lycoris scowled at her guest. But the relief at a sane character had buoyed her mood, making it an unimpressive scowl.

"So who is it?" ha asked after a moment. Lycoris considered not telling him, but decided to be civil.

"Canada," she said happily. The man nodded grin growing much to her annoyance.

"He's a good one to have ma'am. Good with kids I hear." He said giving her belly a pointed look. Her deepening scowl made him go brighter.

"What's your name?" she snapped.

"Dallas, ma'am, pleasure to meet you." He tipped his hat again, though the move had more mocking in it the second time.

"Lycoris, not ma'am." She told him. He raised an eyebrow.

"My parents had unique tastes." She said blandly. "My sister, had it worse. They named her Gaynelle. Now we just call her Honey though."

Dallas chuckled, but was suddenly cut off when a large hand grabbed him from behind. Lycoris jumped startled and saw that Russia was holding him up and smiling at him. It wasn't his good smile.

"Hello there." He greeted Dallas who was returning his smile warily as he dangled in the air. "Who are you, comrade?"

"This is Dallas." Lycoris cut in walking foreword to gently place her hand on his arm. He looked down at her curiously.

"It's fine Ivan, he was just delivering our newest guest." She explained. Russia looked at Dallas carefully and abruptly dropped the smaller man on the ground. Russia smiled in a way that dared the man to comment. Wisely, in Lycoris's opinion, Dallas simply smiled up at Russia and tipped his hat respectfully.

"Well I suppose I'll be heading out now," Dallas chirped at them with a grin. Russia gave him an unfriendly look and the man hurried out with a parting wave.

Lycoris hesitated, but decided against asking Russia why he did not like Dallas. Turning to the box she looked down at her manual and back to the box. Now how should she wake him up? Pausing as she read her options she turned to Russia, who was leaning over her shoulder to read.

"Ivan could you go clean up the kitchen? I want it ready for when I get back." she asked closing the manual and sticking it in her pocket. He gave her a slight pout at her action, but went off to do it. Though considering his expression he seemed to think that she should be honored he did. Lycoris sighed at his adorableness.

…

"Thank you for the poutine." Canada was telling Lycoris an hour later. Her neighbors, a friendly older Canadian couple, would be pleased. Lycoris nodded as she kept stealing glances at him. Good god, he was as adorable as Ivan.

"I'm glad you liked it Canada." He blushed and looked pleased.

Lycoris turned as a smile lit up on her face. She quickly finished the dishes, listening to the conversation behind her. "Who?" "Canada." The bear was cute and all, but she wasn't sure how she felt about it being able to talk. She decided to ignore that and after putting up the dishes, turned to the calendar on the refrigerator. She drew a small maple leaf on the date. If she understood it right it would be two weeks between each delivery. She frowned a little when she realized what else she needed to get down. She'd need Russia for this and Canada if he'd agree.

"Canada," she began turning to find the slender nation behind her looking thoughtful. She blinked taking a step back at his closeness and he blushed at her scolding glance. He looked away awkwardly and Lycoris had the oddest feeling he was pleased. Why she didn't know. All she did as look at him.

"You need to get furniture?" he asked in a soft voice looking back up at her with gentle blue-violet eyes. Lycoris nodded.

"If we get Ivan, we can head to a nice shop in town." Lycoris told him. She turned away to find Ivan, but paused at the doorway to find him looking after her nervously.

"Aren't you coming, Canada?" she questioned. He yelped, but nodded with a pleased smile. She needed to say his name more, Lycoris decided dryly. Then inspired to further endear herself to the nation she continued.

"I can't just call you Canada in public, do you have another name like Ivan?" The blonde nodded as he came to stand by her.

"You can call me Matthew Williams." Lycoris nodded a pleased smile gracing her lips, which she quickly hid. He really was much too adorable and innocent to be allowed.

…

"What do you think of this one comrade Matvey?" Russia asked gravely holding up an adorable frilly pink affair. Canada looked it over critically. The blonde leaned foreword and fingered the material.

"It's too rough, besides Lycoris forbid gender specific clothing when we're here for furniture." Canada pointed out. Russia pouted and placed the outfit back down.

Lycoris chuckled to herself as she led them way to the layaway. She'd already ordered the furniture all they really needed was to pick it up, but Russia kept stopping every time something caught his eye. They'd already been through thirty outfits, some toys, and countless stuffed animals that he'd fancied. She was starting to wonder if they'd ever get there.

"I say it will be a girl." Russia said slyly, eyeing the baby clothes they passed. "Craving fish means it's female."

Canada frowned at him thoughtfully. "I-I think getting the sex checked would be wise." He said in his soft voice.

"Hm, what?" Russia asked and a certain gleam in his eye made Lycoris sure he'd heard. Canada looked upset and tried to speak up louder, though his naturally soft voice wouldn't allow it. The girl sighed and grabbed Russia by the arm.

"Stop teasing Matthew, Ivan," she scolded gently, causing him to give her the same look someone would give a pet they were particularly fond of. Lycoris knew he wasn't taking her seriously and her pride ricked angrily.

"I'll put it this way, stop it or we're having hamburgers for a week. McDonald's hamburgers." Canada gasped and Russia hissed shivering and horror.

"Nyet, I will stop comrade, just do not serve me those, things." He said disgusted. He sped up and Lycoris shared a grin with Canada.

"That was mean." Canada told her with a pleasant smile. Lycoris wondered if he would be insulted by her telling him he was both beautiful and made her want to squeal at his adorable nature. She decided against it. Canada may be sweet and gentle, but she doubted any man would like the adjective beautiful. Or adorable.

"No, what would be mean would be taking away his vodka." Canada snickered and Lycoris smiled at the sound.

"If you really want to punish him I could use some of Arthur's recipes." He offered slyly as they approached Russia. Russia stiffened, surprising Lycoris by picking up the softly said comment. Lycoris bit her lip to repress a giggle.

"Now, now, his body would be too difficult to hide and I'm rather fond of the man." She said and turned scolding. "You shouldn't threaten to murder house mates, Matthew."

Canada's eyes gleamed with amusement. Payback was apparently something the Canadian enjoyed. Lycoris liked him even better at learning that.

"Oh, I won't kill him, that's too merciful. No, if he misbehaves I'll slip Arthur's food into my own, so he doesn't see it coming. Mine will be enough to counteract the poison. He'll be in pain for weeks, but not die." Canada told her seriously. Lycoris came up beside Russia and couldn't resist.

"Matthew's cooking tonight." She told him cheerfully, grabbing his hand to pull the suddenly terrified Russian towards the counter.

…

"Sign here Miss Reynolds." The woman at the counter told her calmly. Lycoris did, but couldn't help, but note the glances she kept stealing in Russia's direction. It confused her. True he was rather large and foreign, but she could at least have the decency not to stare. Lycoris frowned.

The woman quickly took the paperwork and rushed to the back. Lycoris had the distinct impression they were being watched and turned to find some of the vaguely familiar residence of the town staring and whispering. Then the boxes came rolling out. The boy pushing it, one she recognized from the high school, gave Russia a piercing look as the man picked up two of the larger boxes. The whispers cut off as they watched him lift a surprising amount with ease. Russia walked away clearly ignoring them casually and Canada approached to lift the smaller ones into the buggy he'd been carefully pushing.

Lycoris heard a giggle and turned to find the woman looking after Russia approvingly. Lycoris paused to stare at the woman. Something about that giggle triggered something familiar in Lycoris's mind and the shape of her eyes. Lycoris knew that.

"Your Robin's Mom!" she realized startled and the woman turned to give her a wicked smirk.

"And from what I heard from my little girl, that," she pointed a painted nail at Russia's back. "Would be your baby's father. A certain Russian named Ivan."

Lycoris stared at her and Canada went bight red for her. Lycoris didn't argue, too shocked and just walked away hurriedly after the Russian. How exactly was she supposed to explain, no that was another Russian named Ivan. They'd think she was lying and she felt Canada wilting with embarrassment under the intense stares. He followed her retreat quickly.

At dinner, while Russia was picking his food apart warily, Canada and Lycoris were not looking at each other. It was decided the Russia as the Baby Daddy Theory would never be mentioned to him. Ever.