Sorry that I haven't posted lately. I've been getting ready for school lately, and I've been busy with my other story. Please enjoy this chapter for the time being. I will post soon.

(Prussia's P.O.V)

I woke up to yelling outside the house, though I noticed that Russia wasn't under me anymore.

"Oi! Russia! Open up! I know you're in there," I heard outside the front door.

I was still half awake but suddenly I felt Russia's hand touch my cheek, making me look up, where he was standing at the end of the loveseat.

"..I'm so sorry. I'll take care of it. Please. Go back to sleep," he said, staring down at me with a gentle smile.

I shook my head, "It's okay. I'll make us something to eat, while you deal with whatever is at the door."

"Really? That would be great. I'm sure it's France asking back his territory again. Don't worry. I'm not picky," he said, giving me a quick smile before he answered the door, as France stormed inside the house.

"Where is he?" I heard France asked storming through the den, as I quietly grabbed the batter, slipping into an apron

I didn't know how to cook much breakfast items, but pancakes were something I was good at.

"Where is who?" asked Russia, as France stormed through the house, until he looked in the kitchen, seeing me.

"Prussia! Please come back to me! Please! I dearly miss you," he begged, though Russia pulled him back away from me while I poured the batter into the pan.

"Prussia!" he yelled, as Russia dragged him to the den.

"No thank you, France," I said, though France continued to call out my name.

I flipped the pancake on the other side as I grabbed a carton of milk from the ice box.

I wonder if Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia would want any...

"Latvia! Lithuania! Estonia! Get down here!" I yelled, because i knew they wouldn't hear me over France's continuous sobbing.

"Yes?!" They all asked in sync, as they were still in their night clothes.

"You guys want any pancakes? I'm making some if you want any." I said, though they all had a happy glittering in their eyes.

"Prussia..." they said, smiling happily, as they nodded.

"Alright. Now go clean up around the house. It might be awhile," I said, flipping the side of pancakes again, and taking it off the pan and onto a plate, as the three of them ran off.

Maybe asking them wasn't such a good idea.

And suddenly France's sobbing stopped, and I heard choking noises.

I turned the corner to find Russia choking France on the floor.

"Russia! Please let go of France," I begged as Russia let go, as I thought saw France's spirit leave his body.

"...Th-Thank you...P-Prussia," France said as Russia stood next to me smiling happily.

"I feel like a mother right now," I confessed, as I was still holding a spatula, and standing in apron.

"I know. Your a cute mother," Russia said, poking me in the side of the face, smiling sweetly.

"Hold on a minute! Prussia wants to be mine! Don't you, Prussia?" asked France quickly hoping off the floor, hugging me suddenly.

"No thank you," I said, because living with France was bad enough for once.

"Please, Prussia!" he whined, as I tried pushing him off me.

"France-san! Please let go of Prussia!" I heard Lithuania say, also trying to pull him off me.

"Russia, please. Get him off of me," I said, as Russia pushed France off me as I ran back to the kitchen.

Oh my god. I'm turning into a woman.

"I've only made one, when I have to make two per person, which is like nine more I have to make," I said to myself, pouring more batter into the pan.

I suddenly felt Russia's arms wrap around my neck.

"Need any help?" he asked me, though I chuckled.

"No thanks. It's just that there's too many people to feed," I said, as I heard him chuckle too.

"Well don't make any for the three klutz," he said.

"I can't just let them starve. I can't see why they haven't killed you already," I said, as he removed his arms from me, as I flipped the pancake over to cook on the other side.

"It's because they're scared of me. They just don't get me. I mean, I don't mean to, it's just that they take it the wrong way. Like playing. Earlier yesterday I didn't mean to sit on Latvia, though he thought I meant it," he said, as his smile faded from view.

I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around him, giving him a hug.

"I'm sorry. Please make your smile come back. I never liked seeing you being sad. Escpially when all you do is smile," I said, as he smiled gently, though I let go to take the pancake off the pan and onto the plate.

"Here is your plate. I'll get you some tea in a moment," I said handing him the plate, but he stopped me from stepping towards the ice box.

"Thank you, but I would like to eat with you. I'm sure one of the three klutz wants it. Do you mind if I give it to them?" he asked, though I didn't care what he did with it at this point.

"Sure. I told them to clean the house a bit. So if it's clean give it any of them, but tell them more is
coming," I said, smiling to him as I pour batter into the pan, as he left the kitchen.

But images of last night flashed through my head.

The snow. The stars. The fire. His confession.

Though I thought of what I said to him...

'We'll grow old together...'

Did I mean that? I mean...

I sighed. I had no clue what to think anymore, taking the pancake off the pan, setting it on another plate.

I didn't tell him that I lovedhim, though I feel warm inside every time I see him.

I spent the last month with Russia, though I never really got to know him well.

But I saw how he treated me when the other three were around, and it was much different.

I sighed, pouring batter into the pan.

Boy, wasn't this getting tiring?!

Though Russia's smile to me was much more gentle and docile, while his smile towards the others was more evil and vicious.

Maybe...was I fallingfor him?

I flipped the pancake onto its other side, before taking it off onto another plate.

Another set done.

I started another when Russia came back, as I handed him another plate.

"Estonia is in the dining room by the way, Latvia will be soon. Lithuania has been chatting most of the time to Poland over the phone since Poland left early last night, so he'll get to eat last," he said, as I nodded as he ran out of the room again, giving me time to think.

I flipped the pancake on the other side, as I thought about yesterday.

'Why did you choose me?'

'Because your adorable.'

'Give me a real reason.'

"Because...I love you.'

Those four words lingered through my head now.

What if I couldn'tlove him back? But what if I do? What if I'm sending him the wrong messages to him by letting him love me?

What if! Wait...what if?

There was too 'what ifs'I could think of.

I don't want to hurt him, because he'll be lonely again.

But if I give in, will he step aside his duty as a country?

No...of course not.

Nobody's willingly confident enough to attack Russia...

Though what do I know?

I set the cooked pancake onto the next plate for Lithuania, though I'm sure Lithuania has a good reason to talk to Poland.

Maybe he's worried about him, or maybe they're really good friends.

But see, I barely even know the other three much.

Though I know I can never get along with Austria no matter what.

If he wasn't so pushy and demanding than maybe we could try and get along...

But no. He has to push my buttons all the way until I get take it anymore.

If I can get along with Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia, then maybe I might have a better shot at becoming a stronger country.

For Russia's sake.

I felt like I was endlessly pouring batter into a hot pan, as I felt like a mother trying to cook breakfast on a school morning.

I watched as the pancake sizzled on the fryer, though I stared at the window to look at the snow covered ground, as birds chirped in the morning sun.

I effortlessly opened the window to feel the nice breeze and the beautiful song of the birds.

It felt nice outside. Maybe we could all go have fun outside after this.

"Prussia," I heard France moan stumbling into the room.

Oh I thought you were dead.

"W-What is it, France?" I asked, though I clearly didn't want an answer.

Suddenly he leaped into the air, tackled me, as I landed on my back onto the floor, as he landed on top of me.

I tried pushing him away, but he clearly had me pinned down.

"Prussia, you don't to be so difficult. Just become mine. I'm sure you don't want to stay with scary old Russia," he pleaded with a sad smile on his face.

But I clearly didn't care for France.

He was just as pushy as Austria was, but France was more persistent.

"Please no. I told you already that I won't leave! Nothing is going to stop me from that," I pleaded, though he chuckled.

"You're so cute. No wonder Russia chose you. Though I give up on taking you back," he said, but he began leaning forward towards my face slowly.

There was only one thing I can do now...

"RAPE!" I screamed, as France jumped off me.

I tried to look convincing by having tears in my eyes, and look innocent, as Russia stormed into the kitchen.

"FRANCE. What did you think you were trying to do to Prussia?" asked Russia with his normal 'I'm going to kill you' smile.

"Look, Russia. It's not what it looks like. He―"

That's where I began fake sobbing.

"Russia. H-He tried to do bad things to me. He told me to become his and that's when he began touching me in wrong places," I sobbed, letting Russia see the fake tears. Though you wouldn't imagine France's right now.

He easily took the bait.

"France. Would you like to murdered in this house, or to be burned outside this house? It's either chose one of the two, or leave and never come close to Prussia again," evilly said Russia, as his black aura began getting bigger and bigger around him.

France quickly stumbled past Russia, and out the room, screaming.

"...I'm sorry that I didn't keep an eye on him. He didn't do anything else to you, did he?" Russia said sitting on his knees next beside him.

I shook my head, "No. I'm alright. I just needed to get France off our backs."

"Well it's alright now. I'll take care of the cooking if you want to lie down," requested Russia, which I took acceptably.

"Thank you. I'll make a fire, and rest in the den," I told him, as he nodded and hurried me along.

Suddenly a bird flew in from the window and landed on my shoulder.

"Gilbird!" I said, as he chirped back. He and I would together all the time, since I'm the oldest, I was the first born.

Lithuania was already in the den the time I got there, as he was sitting on one of the two loveseats.

"Prussia-san! Are you okay? I heard you screaming for help suddenly, and I didn't know if you were okay or not," he panicked, though I took a hold of his shoulder, gently smiling.

"I'm alright, Lithuania. Thank you for your concern. Russia took care of France, so he will be not be returning for awhile," I said, though I just gave Lithuania a nickname.

"Thank goodness. If something happened to you, then hell would break loose," he sighed happily.

"Really?" I asked surprisingly.

"Yeah. Your much kinder than Russia, and Russia likes you more than us, so we like you better. Anyway, whose cooking?" he asked, as he noticed that I wasn't in the kitchen.

"After all that, Russia told me I could take a break and he would cook," I said, though Lithuania ran to kitchen screaming.

"The kitchen!" he yelled.

Though a second later, he appeared out of the kitchen, with Russia behind him.

"Breakfast is Ready!" said Russia, holding out plates, as we all walked to the dining room where Latvia and Estonia had just finished eating.

"Prussia-san! That was delicious! Thank you so much!" said Latvia, smiling like a little kid when seeing ice cream.

"It was the best breakfast I've eaten. Thank you for the food," said Estonia, bowing, taking himself and Latvia out the room.

"Your welcome," I said, though Russia and Lithuania already started eating.

"Thank you for the food, Russia," I said, pouring some syrup, and taking a bite.

It was good for Russia. He didn't cook much anyway.

Lithuania noticed that his cooking has improved too by his expression.

Wow. Nice job.

I could tell that Lithuania was already dying to finish eating.

Probably to talk to Poland again, but he was the first to leave.

Leaving me alone with Russia.
"How was it?" Russia asked, already finished, and standing from his seat.

"Delicious. Your cooking has improved," I said smiling sweetly, as he nodded, and bent down kissing my forehead.

"I'm sorry, but if you don't mind, would you pick up for me? I have a very important meeting with the Alliance. I'll see you when I get home," he said, and after that Gilbird hopped off my shoulder down my arm, eating the bread crumbs I laid aside for him.

Russia rushed down of the room, and five minutes after he was gone, I realized I've been staring at the doorway.

Could I be...in love with him?

Frankly, I just don't know anymore..

Well i hope that's the end of chapter two! Please leave your interesting and creative responses in the review box below! :)