THUNK

THUNK

THUNK

That sound was going to drive Romano insane. He didn't fucking know where it was coming from or why no one else was reacting, but at this point he didn't fucking care. He just wanted it to FUCKING STOP!

THUNK!

Romano swore that was louder on propose

"Клянусь Богом! IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME BACK THAT CD, PENN, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!"

There was a pregnant pause.

"Excuse me." America sighed as he got up and walked out of the meeting room he had in his house.

Romano followed the American to see what the issue was, and what CD was being held hostage, because America looked pissed and he wanted to know whether it seemed worth it. Because he had nothing better to do at these meetings…besides yelling at Spain which was starting to get old.

Apparently a girl who looked disturbingly like Russia (not surprising considering the Russian that rang in the meeting room not long ago) caused the disturbance. Though on second glance there were two distinct differences. One, her hair, which was wavier and had a curl coming up from the front and two, she didn't have his nose.

"Alaska! What is so important that you felt the need to interrupt my meeting?" America said sternly, very different from the fool in the meetings.

The girl just glared at the (clearly locked) Plexiglas door in front of her. "Penn stole one of my mixed CD's and has been threatening to play it over the house intercom." Her accent confirmed in Romano's mind beyond a doubt that she was Russia's kid

Just then fluid lyrics played through the house.

Eta pesnya o samom prekrasnom gorode v mire - MOSKVA!

Music started then, but America pulled out a key and entered the room. The song stopped before reaching the next lyric and another girl who looked scarily like Prussia was dragged out behind America.

"Moskau, really?" the new girl asked, ignoring the fact she was being forced from the room by a very pissed off America, "The first song is Moskau?"

"Da, and your point Penn?" Alaska said flatly, snatching the CD from America's hand and walking down the hall.

"Alaska, get back here!" America yelled, "You are going to apologize for interrupting the meeting."

"Why would I?" Alaska scoffed, "It's Penn's fault."

"I don't give a fuck whose fault it is." America growled, "You will go in, apologize, with Pennsylvania, then go to your room and stay there."

"Hmm…" Alaska sighed before noticing Romano standing back the way they'd come. She walked up to him with a smile and said, "I wish to deliver my most sincere apologies for the disturbance that my cousin, uncle, and I have caused and would be most grateful if you could convey these apologies to the rest of the meeting, Spacibo." Her tone was definitely not apologetic. In fact it was formal and bored. Romano knew America would have called her on it, but she was at the end of the hall in moments.

"Fucking commie-spawn…" America grumbled. Penn was about to open her mouth to mimic Alaska but America cut her off, "You are not going to get away with that. You are my daughter and should know better!" he snapped, "And what are you doing here Romano?" America calmed down enough to be civil with the Italian.

"I was curious." Romano said shortly.

"I'm sorry about Alaska." America sighed, "She spent too much time with Russia and now he and my little bro are the only ones she listens to."

"Must suck to be you then." Romano laughs.

"I bet you couldn't survive a week with her in your house." America huffed.

Romano bristled, "I bet you I could." He declared

"What are we betting?" America asked.

Romano thought for a moment before smirking, "If I win, you have to…spend two weeks eating nothing but England's cooking! And no hamburgers!" Romano smirked.

America smirked, sure of his winning and replied, "Fine, but when I win, you have to let Germany cook all your food, with nothing tomato related in sight."

Romano scowled, "You're not going to win." He stated.

"I'll send Alaska to your place Sunday. If you send her back before the Sunday after, I win." America stated before dragging a grinning Pennsylvania towards the meeting room.

Romano stood still for a moment before realizing what he got himself into.

"Fuck." He cursed before running back towards the meeting. He wasn't really able to concentrate though.

He could only imagine how he was going to live a week with the Vodka Bastard's daughter. Then again…she…might not be as bad as Russia. She wasn't only Russia's kid after all…but what if her other parent was worse? Wait…who was her other parent? Maybe America, she was his state after all. Wait…a combination of Vodka Bastard and Hamburger Bastard? That can't be good.

He was screwed.

When Sunday rolled around, Romano woke up early so he could make sure everything was ready for his new guest. He'd made up a guest room, the one he usually set up for his brother as a formality, as Veneziano usually slept in his bed. He couldn't really figure out what else to do though. He didn't really know what to expect from the girl.

So when there was a knock on his door at around ten in the morning (good thing he got up early, or he'd still be asleep…) to announce the arrival of his new house guest, Romano was mildly panicked. When he opened the door he was greeted with Alaska's back as she watched a car speed away. The car ended up running over the curb as it made the turn off the street.

"Half-wit can't even drive…" he heard Alaska mutter.

"Are you going to come in?" Romano asked.

Alaska turned and looked at Romano in surprise, "I'm surprised you're up so early." She said, "California mentioned that you, your brother, and Spain tended to sleep late."

"It's not a normal thing, so don't get used to it." Romano grumbled.

"Alright." She shrugged. Romano let her in and led her to the guest room so she could drop off her bags. She only had two. Romano left her to unpack them and went to the kitchen to make something to eat. After a few moments of quiet in his kitchen he heard his phone ring. He answered it and heard chaos on the other end.

"Uhm…hey…uh…No Penn, she said not to let Kolov out of the yard! No, not in the barn either! Just…I don't know why she didn't take him but- whatever!" Said a boy's voice, "Mr. South Italy, may I speak with Alaska?" The boy sounded exhausted for some reason.

"Who are you?" Romano asked.

"Ohio, Alaska asked us to take care of her dogs while she was away and Kolov's proving to be an issue so we need to talk to her." Ohio stated. Romano shrugged and took the phone to Alaska in her guest room.

"Oi!" He called through the door, "Ohio's on the phone for you."

Alaska poked her head out of the room and grabbed the phone, "If you've lost Kolov-" She was cut off. After a while she sighed, "The idiot wouldn't let me…I'll call him an idiot if I want to." She rolled her eyes, "Look, if you two can't handle it get Ontario or Quebec to handle it. I wanted to give my brothers a break but-" She sighed, "Tell Penn I can hear her whining in the background then call Quebec and Ontario, you clearly are too stupid to take care of a few dogs."

"A FEW!" The voice was so loud Alaska had to hold the phone away from her ear, "YOU OWN LIKE NINE DOGS AND HAVE FIFTY RULES REGARDING EACH!"

"My siblings don't complain…I thought my cousins would act in like." Alaska snapped, "If you can't handle it call my brothers, if you can handle it, shut the fuck up and handle it already!" With That Alaska hung up the phone. She sighed and turned to Romano, "I'm sorry about this. When I found out about my trip I told Ohio and Penn. They said they could handle my dogs while I was here, but apparently it's too complicated for them."

"They're your cousins?" Romano asked.

"Yeah." Alaska sighed, "I suppose it's not something everyone can puzzle out. I'm Canada's kid, not the half-wit's. It's part of the reason America doesn't like me. I'm not his kid…" She rolled her eyes, "Usually I'll call Ontario and Quebec to take care of my dogs, since they know me and my dogs best, and if not them I'll call Northwest and Yukon because they understand my little pups but Ohio was so sure he and Penn could handle it." She scoffed, "It hasn't even been five hours since I left."

"How is it your Canada's kid but Hamburger Bastard's state?" Romano asked

Alaska laughed, "Not a clue in the slightest. Maman could explain it, but I've never cared enough to ask." She smiled for a moment before her expression melted to one of discomfort. She looked down and frowned. She walked into the guestroom and closed the door. Romano was somewhat confused by her quick change in mood and retreated to the kitchen again to continue making the pizza he'd started on.

When Alaska came into the kitchen it was easy to figure out what happened. When the girl arrived she looked ready to trek miles through a blizzard. Now she was in nothing but blue jeans and a black tank top with her scarf wrapped loosely around her neck.

"Really, the half-wit should have told me where I was going." She sighed, "Your house is significantly warmer than mine." She sniffed and smiled when she saw what was on the counter.

"What?" Romano asked

"You're making pizza." Alaska stated, "Pizza which, I'd wager, is better than anything I get served when I'm at the main house."

"Of course it's better." Romano scoffed, "I could make better pizza than the Hamburger Bastard in my sleep."

"Great!" Alaska smiled, "I can't wait."

"You're a lot nicer than Hamburger Bastard makes you out to be." Romano commented.

"I really don't like him." Alaska said simply

"What'd he do?" Romano asked

Alaska sighed, "A lot of stuff spread throughout my time knowing him, and I suppose I've done some things to him in return, all that's added up to animosity between us."

"Like…" Romano pushed, curiosity peaked. He regretted it when a very dark feeling filled the room, emanating from the teen at the counter, "N-never mind." The feeling did leave, but not for another few minutes.

"I'm going to put it simply." Alaska ended up saying, "Paranoid acts can ruin people for life."

"Okay." Romano said quickly. He really didn't want to have this girl angry during her stay here. He did not want to test his theories regarding an angry Alaska in general. Just her relation to Russia freaked him out slightly. Russia was one scary bastard and Romano could guess what his daughter would be like when upset.

"Are you going to make the pizza or not?" Alaska said, obviously calmed again.

"Hold on, you can't rush a masterpiece." Romano stated.

Alaska laughed at that and leaned back on the counter to wait.

Romano decided that America must have assumed she acted like she did with him to everyone. This was far from the truth. In reality, Alaska tended to be very out of the way and in her own world. She probably wouldn't listen if he tried to order her around, like America said, but he wasn't interested in ordering the girl around. It's not like he need her to do things anyway. In fact, by Tuesday, Romano had fallen comfortably back into his old routine. The main difference was when he woke he was greeted with breakfast (or lunch as Alaska insisted it was since he didn't wake up until noon usually). In fact, he was sure he was going to win this bet easily, so he relaxed and enjoyed the company. It wasn't a hard task.

So when Spain dropped in on Thursday, he was shocked to see his reaction to the teen.

"Why is she here Roma?" Spain asked.

Alaska wasn't even bothered to look up from her book.

"I made a bet with America. He said I couldn't survive a week with her, the weeks almost over and I haven't had any issues with Alaska." Romano shrugged.

"You call her by her name?" Spain whined. Alaska looked up from her book this time to glare at Spain before quickly getting back to it.

"Why shouldn't I Tomato Bastard?" Romano snapped.

"MORON!" Alaska suddenly yelled at the book, "STUPID FRIKING-UGH! YOU MORON!"

Romano and Spain both looked at the girl in shock.

"Alaska…" Romano said cautiously.

"He is a moron! Why would you ignore the reason for this mess?" Alaska was glaring at the book, "Just because his dad was the one to mention it…ugh!"

"The book?" Romano sighed. Alaska nodded.

"Civil War breaks out and he's going to ignore the cause in favor of putting a bandage on it." Alaska stated, turning to look at the other two, "Since when does that work?"

"Where did you get the book anyway? You didn't have it yesterday." Romano said

"Michigan slipped it into my luggage while we were packing. It's the second in a trilogy and she'd gotten be hooked recently." Alaska shrugged, "I found it while looking for clothes this morning."

"You yell at books?" Spain asked.

"Yes." Alaska said "No worse than yelling at the TV, which Cali does often."

Spain sighed, "California is special in her own right."

"I'm not 'special'." Alaska huffed, "Just say it. I'm nuts. So is Cali, and Michi, and Penn, and BC, and PEI, and everyone else. We are all nuts."

Spain just sighed.

"So Spain, why're you here?" Alaska asked.

Spain smiled then, "I've come to visit my little Roma~" Spain cooed.

"Have fun. Romano, can I borrow your computer. I have to send a message to Michi." Alaska asked

"Sure. Don't fuck it up." He said.

"Won't" She waved as she left to find the rarely used office, the book in hand.

Romano didn't see Alaska for the rest of the day. But he occasionally heard exclamations of people's idiocy ring through his house. Romano decided that Alaska could cook for herself if she got hungry so he didn't disturb her.

By Saturday evening, Romano had become used to Alaska in his house. He'd call the girl a friend, surprisingly. She was a nice change from his brother and Spain, he decided. She managed to keep him company without being loud and obstructive about it.

Romano might even miss the girl in his house.

When he mentioned his thoughts on the subject she just smirked.

"Bet ya couldn't last two weeks at my place." She commented.

"What are we betting?" Romano responded with a smirk of his own.

For some reason I got it in my head that Alaska would be friends with Romano. So I sat down and tried to figure out how that would work...this is the result. Hope it's okay~

Клянусь Богом - I swear to god

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