Well this is chapter 4 R and R and don't forget to enjoy ^_^: Kawaiimafokushi.
Disclaimer: still don't own Hetalia

(Kiku POV)
We sit in bed for a while before Temari wakes up and gets off of us both. "Hey Natalya." I ask.
"Ja?" She answers.
"Why do you want to marry Ivan?" I ask. I feel her tense up at the name of her brother.
"I don't." She replies bluntly before lifting Temari up and going to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on. I get out of bed. The heat from the duvet soon vanishes as I walk to the door. I exit my room and walk across the hall. I open the door to Belarus' room only to see the two sound asleep in their underwear. A huge mess has been made. I sigh as I walk downstairs to check on Italy. He is sound asleep on the floor. Tiptoeing, I grab a wok and a metal spoon and walk back upstairs to where Ukraine and Germany are sleeping. I start clanging the two together. The pair wake up abrouptly to see my cold expression. "You must leave. Natalya doesn't want you here." I say coldly. They nod in silence and get dressed. They soon leave the house both in embarrassed silence. I go to my wardrobe and take out my mother's old kimono. It's bark blue and has white dragons flying up the traditional cloth. I lay it flat on the bed while I get dressed in my usual white trousers and white tank top before exiting the room so that Natalya can get dressed. A few minutes later, she comes downstairs wearing the kimono that I had lay out for her. I look at her eyes. They're bloodshot. She smiles weakly at me and sits down at the table. Concerned, I look at her eyes once more. Tears threat to spill over them. She looks at me weakly. "Show me your wrists." I demand. Relucantly, she puts her arms on the table. Fresh blood spills and drips onto the table from thin but deep cuts which circle her wrists. "Why?" I ask her.
"None of my siblings like me, Ivan won't marry me and is always afraid of me, and Latvia always calls me a psyco." She hiccups quietly before bursting into tears. I sigh before walking over to her and wrapping my arms around the blonde. "Shh it's okay." I comfort.
"I had to live in a house with Taiwan, hong kong, China, Macau, South Korea, Thailand and Veitnam." I chuckle remembering the complete chaos in that house.
"Really?" She sniffles looking at me.
"Hai. It was complete chaos. They wouldn't let me draw my manga or anything." I reply smiling at the distant memory.
"W-were they mean?" She stutters still crying.
"Yeah. Why do you think I have a samurai sword?" I laugh slightly.
"That's actually a good tactic." The complements
"Thanks." I say quietly. I unwrap my arms arond from Natalya and go over to the first aid cabinet. I get out a bottle of anticeptic, some cotton swabs and some bandages. I quietly wash my hands and pour some anticeptic on the cotton swab. Still in silence, I walk over to Natlya and rub the swab on her wrist. "Does it sting?" I ask her. she shakes her head. "What?" I ask while running over to the anticeptic bottle. I read the title : Lubricant. "Shit." I curse while turning red. I soon grab the actual anticeptic bottle and apply it onto a different cotton swab and rush back to Natlya. "What did you put on my wrist?" She asks demandingly.
"Errrrrr..." I trail off.
"What was it?" She asks again.
"I might have put some lubricant on your wrist." I wince. She shuts up and goes red.
"Oh." She mumbles. I apply the cotton swab onto her wrist. She winces in pain.
"Jesus fucking christ!" She curses.
"Shouldn't have cut yourself." I mutter.
"Yeah yeah whatever." She mumbles back. Shifting back into silence, I wrap one of her wrists in bandage before tying it into a neat little bow. I soon do the same to the other wrist before sitting back down. "What do you want to do now?" I ask her quietly.
"Trash Ivan's house." She answers while slamming the knife that she usually carries onto the table. She tries to wrench it back out of the wooden table but no avail. I grip the knife tightly and pull it out. I fly backward with the knife lodged in my arm. The searing pain spreads through my body which jolts. I cry out in pain trying not to swear. Natlya rushes up to me with bandage and some anticeptic. Desperatley, she wrenches the knife out of my arm. I cry out in pain as I look at the blood gushing out of the wound and flooding onto the floor. quickly, She pours some anticeptic over my cut making me practically scream out in pain. She gets alot of bandage and wraps it around the deep cut tying it tightly. I stop screaming and breathe heavily at the shock and the lack of oxygen from the screaming. "Sorry." She mumbles sheepishly. "It's fine." I reply getting up off of the floor. and standing infront of Natalya. "I guess that's why you don't wrench a knife out of things." I add smiling weakly.

About an hour has passed of doing nothing except from stroking Temari idly. "So you really want to trash Ivan's house?" I ask her. She nods. "Well we are going to have to wait until he is away. I don't want to meet the magical stick of pain." I add.
"He is going away next saturday for a short trip to france." She states.
"We'll do it then." I state while walking up to a shelf and grabbing some A3 paper and crayon. "Can you draw Ivan's house for me?" I ask. She nods and starts sketching and labeling. After about five minutes, she finishes. "Do we trash Ukraine and Latvia's rooms?" I ask. She looks at me with a glint of mischeif on her face.
"Yep" She smirks. "We're gonna need eggs, toilet paper, flour, some chickens and some more eggs." She smirks. I sigh and grab the phone.
"Lets do it." I smile