AN: Swann Shooter - She isn't afraid, she's embarrassed to tell someone she's only lived with a few weeks everyone thinks she's having his child. I agree when Ivan finds out he will be very flattered and happy.

4shadowedice4 - I know as the authoress this is a horrible thin got admit, but i have no idea how to pronounce it. I was lost for a name and looking through my sister's baby name book and found Lycoris. I just liked it.

Babe News: Lycoris's baby is officially a girl.

Baby Name Suggestions: Sunny Noel

Is it just me or do you love this name as much as me?

If you don't suggestions are welcome!

Lycoris was not an incredibly violent person. Well at least not for the past year or so. But her violent side was definitely showing now. In fact she was jumping up and down and screaming happily. Russia hit the ground and Canada slammed into him. Twenty minutes ago she was flinching at every impact, but now her blood was rushing enough to enjoy it. Russia got up panting and soon he was back in the action. The audience around her gave the clapping, hopping, pregnant girl an amused glance, before turning back to the match. There weren't many others at the rink, just some friend and family of those they'd found there.

Lycoris grinned her green eyes focused intently. Today was Sunday and Russia and Canada had announced they wanted to play hockey. Not surprising since Canada had come with his own hockey stick. And after searching she'd found a nearby rink. They'd showed up and pulled some others who'd been there together and Russia and Canada pitted their teams against one another. After Lycoris realized that Canada was a lot more solid than his small form implied she was cheering and ignoring the hard hits.

And then it was over. Disappointed, but exhilarated at the close game anyway, Lycoris headed down. Canada's team was laughing an inviting him to go drinking. The larger college age guys were pulling the Canadian around and clapping him on the back. Russia's team looked a little disappointed, but still pleased, patting Russia as they went by. The men and boys quickly parted at seeing her and she pulled Canada into a hug.

"You were awesome," she chirped happily. Canada chuckled and returned the hug loosely. She let him go, so he could change and Russia appeared at her side already dressed. He patted her head and she looked up at him, before grabbing his hand.

"You were really good Ivan," she told him seriously. The Russian seemed a bit pleased by this and escorted her through the crowd with an undeniable proprietary air. This annoyed her enough that she released his hand and glared at him. He looked down at her innocently.

"Let's just get Matthew." She said dryly at his false expression, knowing quite well he knew what he'd done.

Canada was found at the entrance and they headed out into the day. It was warm and that made Lycoris want to pout. She should be in school right now…She brought up a smile, focusing on her guests instead of her depressing thoughts.

"We have a whole day what do you-" Her phone rang.

The two men looked at her curiously and she waved them to go ahead and get in the car. Canada complied, but Russia lingered smiling at her sweetly. She met his gaze stubbornly and after a stare off he pouted and got in the car.

"Hello-"

"Manhattan!" an excited voice screamed ecstatic. "We did it! We freakin' did it!"

"Jason?" she questioned startled by the sudden call after almost three weeks of silence.

The line paused and Lycoris felt her hurt pride bubbling up. She'd been shocked and a little hurt by Jason's unexpected snubbing. Calling now and ruining her good time, now that just pissed her off.

"What do you want?" she snarled. The boy sighed.

"I'm an asshole for not calling." He supplied. Lycoris didn't comment, but just waited.

"I'm sorry really, I was just so focused on the case. And there's good news we won." He said a bit sheepishly.

For a second Lycoris wasn't sure she heard right. She'd seen the look in Miss Connelly's eyes the day she'd 'requested' Lycoris leave. That woman had a look of grim pleasure and triumph. In all honestly Lycoris hadn't really thought it was possible to defeat the 'Stonewall' of a woman. A nickname that drew both from her personality and the giant Confederate flag she hung prominently in her office. For a few seconds Lycoris wasn't exactly happy, but she felt a rush of satisfaction at the thought of going back. She'd be able to finish high school and then head off to college. She'd be able to get a good enough job to give her son/daughter a good life. It would be hard, a terrible gigantic burden, but it would be worth it for the little person growing in her.

Then reality interrupted her little fantasy and she realized that meant leaving Canada and Russia alone in her home. For extended periods of time.

"Manhattan?" Jason asked voice worried through the phone.

"I'm fine, see you Monday." Lycoris hoped he didn't hear the crack in her voice crack. Her house would be destroyed. Or worse she'd come home find Canada French. Lycoris crossed herself, hung up and crawled into the car ignoring the obvious worry and confusion, of varying levels, radiating off her roommates.

Dear Lord, in heaven above, please give me strength. She prayed and pointed to the couches as the men followed her into the living room.

"Now as you both know I haven't attended school the past few weeks." Canada nodded looking curious and anxious clutching Kumajirou tighter. Russia looked at her politely with an odd gleam in his eye.

"The reason why is I was banned, because I'm pregnant."

The instant that left her lips the room went cold. Canada's expression looked dark, and strangely scary, and Russia's smile went menacing. Lycoris gulped and continued.

"But because of protests, I'm going Monday." She said cheerfully. Neither country looked happy. "Right well tomorrow you'll both need to stay here, alone and not let anyone in."

They still looked unhappy.

"Right, I get that it was unfair, but I'm the one who dealt with it so neither of you are allowed to dwell on one bad part of the world we are going to have a freaking good day. Got it!" Canada sighed still looking upset but smiling fondly, Russia looked amused.

"What do you suggest comrade?" he asked with a smile.

"We'll see the new Harry Potter movie." Canada actually looked happy though Russia was confused.

"Potter, who is that?" Canada looked at the larger nation horrified.

"How can you have never heard of Harry Potter?" the slender blonde nation questioned passionately. Russia blinked down at him startled and cocked his head to the side as if examining a surprising change in an experiment. Canada went on to give him a plot summery and tell Russia they would get the books so the Russian could read them.

Lycoris noted how surprised the Russian was when Canada's hands brushed Russia as the Canadian spoke. Lycoris bit her lip to surpass her smile. Judging by the new interest in his eyes that Lycoris had given that 'little push' by accident. Oh, it would be amusing to see the results if they didn't destroy her house in the process.

...

"Okay you promise to call me if anything happens right?" Lycoris fretted.

"Of course." Canada agreed, by now even he was looking amused by Lycoris's worrying. The girl didn't care she was used to taking care of Honey and this was nothing compared to the almost heart attack she'd had when Honey had gone to school.

"It doesn't matter when, even if I'm in class don't hesitate."

"Da, you've said that before." Russia said lightly. Lycoris gave them a weak smile having the worst feeling something bad was going to happen.

"And if you can't reach me for some reason-"

"Go to the Smiths." The Russian and Canadian chimed sounding odd with Russia heavy voice mixing with Canada's soft one. Lycoris nodded. Then, unable to stop herself, gave them a hug.

"Be safe and behave." She told them and was out the door. Why did she feel like a Mom sending her kids to school when she was the kid going to school?

…

The Personification of Canada, Matthew Williams, former New France, was incredibly nervous. Ivan was really freaking the hell out of him. He knew his friend (maybe ally was better?) hadn't done anything to hurt him and that he was normally creepy. But honestly he was taking the creep factor to new heights. In his brother's words Ivan was being a 'total creeper commie'.

It had started out nicely enough Canada reading a book in the corner of the room, while Ivan watched news. Judging by the Russian, Canada figured Ivan had found a way to connect the TV to a Russian news station. The room had held an amiable air, though Ivan was weirdly enough, casting glances at him every now and again. Then Canada had been forced to stop so he could feed Kumajirou. When he came back it was on a Canadian news channel, Canada's favorite news channel in fact.

"I thought you'd wish to see, comrade." Ivan had said innocently. Canada, foolish naïve idiot he was, had actually been touched at the thoughtfulness and sat down on the couch to watch.

Eventually Canada had noticed the intense stare. He'd looked at his friend (?) nervously. Ivan smiled, but it was oddly predatory. Canada returned it weakly before going back to the TV. Eventually Canada managed to relax relatively and a lazy Kumajirou pushed its way into his lap. He slowly began to soothingly stroke the dozing animal and he himself was dozing. Canada barely noticed that his head drifted onto the very still Russian's shoulder.

Canada was in the desert. He looked around sand, sand, sand, sand, and more sand. He sighed and began to spin around trying to find something, anything. Yellow, blue, white, green, yellow- Wait, green? Canada paused and turned back. He felt the sun pushing down on him horribly he was so hot, like a space heater was resting directly on his chest. He looked back up. Yes, there was green. A tree and a pool. No, he had to be imagining it, but yes it was real.

Canada smiled and began running to it. He's hot and heavy buddy trembled and tipped, but finally he was on the edge. He laughed and tripped over into the water. He was floating his head resting on something nice and cool. He frowned. His stomach was still hot and covered though. He felt the cold water touch his face and leaned into how it cupped his cheek. He purred. The water giggled, shaking him lightly. But Canada didn't mind it was nice against his burning skin.

The water drifted along his neck and traced along the opening of his shirt cautiously a few moments before diving in to trace his collarbone. It was moving along in soothing circles when the space heater on him started to move. Canada frowned. Something was wrong. The space heater stiffened. But it wasn't a space heater was it? And the water had finger-

"Ебем!" A voice shouted and the ground beneath Canada disappeared.

Canada's eyes flew open and he jerked up right drawing his legs up in front of him as a sort of shield. His mouth dropped. Kumajirou looked possessed. Snarling horrible with his muzzle bright red against his white fur. Standing a few feet away, cradling his hand—his bleeding hand—was Iv-Russia. Canada's heart thudded painfully, heat spread over him and his face went as red as Russia's blood on Kumajirou's muzzle.

He'd been-He'd just-Russia had molested him. He hadn't felt this shocked or horrified since he hit puberty. He'd still been under England's rule and been so pleased to see his 'Papa' after so many years with the odd English speaking family. He'd been shocked at France's reaction to say the least.

"Russia you…?" Canada was in shock. Russia, who had been glaring hatefully at Kumajirou, turned to Canada with and innocent expression.

"Yes Matvey?" Canada was speechless. Russia had molested him.

The doorbell rang.

Canada jumped over the couch and was down the hall and at the door, before Kumajirou or Russia could react. He only just remembered to fix his shirt before he opened the door. His first thought was Spain. But the cut of the jaw and hair style was wrong. He was definitely Spanish though and had the Spaniard's grin.

"Hello there Beautiful. You going to let me in? I have a delivery for the lady of the house." The man said pleasantly, looking at Canada's ruffled clothes knowingly. Canada squeaked in reply and moved over to allow him to roll in a large box. The man sighed, wiping his brow, and turned to grin at the Canadian.

"Having trouble with the Russian?" he asked suggestively raising an eyebrow.

"N-No," Canada lied pathetically causing the man to grin. Perhaps he was more like the other two-thirds of the Bad Touch Trio. The man's expression softened though as if to repent Canada's thoughts and he ruffled his hair fondly.

"I'm sorry kid, my name's Dallas and it's a pleasure to meet you." Canada nodded.

"I'm Matthew." He said softly causing the man to grin fondly.

"Oh I know that Beautiful, here you'll need this." He said a-matter-of-factly and stuffed a pamphlet in the Canadian's hands.

"So you are back." A deep menacing voice growled out. And Canada found Russia standing hostilely in the hall glaring at Dallas. Canada felt confusion and embarrassment paint his face red.

"Hello there Mister Braginski," Dallas said, suddenly more respectful and dipping his hat. "Me and Beautiful here, were just chatting nice like and all." Canada's mind finally caught up with his body and he realized Dallas had apparently nicknamed him Beautiful. He wasn't sure rather to be insulted as a man for the feminine word or complimented that he'd been paid enough attention to garner the adjective slash nickname.

Russia just looked down at him intimidating. Dallas kept up his smile though and Canada was impressed. Not many had the balls to stare down a hostile Russia.

"That is the next one, da?" Russia said voice hostile, but tinged with an almost respect. Dallas smiled brightly, reminding Canada once again of a certain Spaniard.

"Yes a certain blonde whose heart was left broken for a hundred years by Beautiful's brother." Russia went still and gave a disturbing grin. Canada stared not comprehending as Dallas plucked the pamphlet he hadn't read and threw it to Russia.

"I suggest option three." The green eyed man said sweetly wearing a very similar grin to the Russian. Canada's heart stopped a little and he wondered if there would be a house for Lycoris to come back to.