The day had started out beautifully, every little thing was perfect in fact. It wasn't snowing for once, the sun shined brightly down onto the yesterday's white painted grass, and the streets were quiet on the early Sunday morning. No one would be getting in his way.

So Ivan thought.

The Russian breathed in the delicious scent of the melting snow mixed with vodka, the bottle from last night still sitting on his side table. He forced himself to sit up, reaching an arm towards the sky to stretch out his tight muscles. A groan echoed in his room as he swung his feet out of the bed, slipping his feet into his slippers. "Oh well, nothing like a day started with a bit of pain to wake you up!" he reminded himself, letting a smile creep onto his pale face. "Another beautiful morning! No meetings, no stupid countries with ignorance, and no boss calling me in~!"

Twirling around, he giggled like an eight-year-old with a snow day. His nightgown flared around him, letting the cold air hit his calves be hit with the warmth of the fireplace nearby. "How much better can this possible get~?!"

He would have gladly continued counting his blessings, but then the sound of a solid knock on the oaken door made him stop. The fabric fell back into place and rested against his ankles, shielding his white skin from the drastic temperatures. "Oh who is it?" he sighed as he pouted, scratching the back of his head, "I was in the middle of something!"

Lithuania slowly opened the door, peeking inside in case the Russian had been getting dressed. "I-I'm sorry Mr. Russia sir but you kind of have a visitor." He swallowed hard, unsure of how his boss would take the news facing him. "Your sister is in your kitchen at the moment."

Now, Ivan did love his dear little sister. Platonically of course, but he cared for her as any older brother would. It was his job after all. Unfortunately, she was a rather hard person to love with her violent tendencies along with a raging love she felt for the Russian. Not the way he cared for her, but she was desperate to marry him and make his soul hers forever. At least that's the way she had described it when confessing her undying love to him as she chased him with a butcher knife.

Russia was no expert on love whatsoever, but he was pretty sure if someone was chasing you with sharp objects that meant the opposite of any sort of affection.

Hearing that she was already here, his face paled to a paper white. "What the hell do you mean she's in my kitchen?!" he screeched, violet eyes growing as big as saucers. "The least she could have done is warned me about her visit! I would have had time to lock up the house!" A harsh ping of guilt couldn't help but dig into his conscious, but he didn't have time to worry about his moral shards. It was too late for him to take it back, and it wasn't like she heard what he said.

Toris couldn't help but frown at his superior's statement. "Mr. Russia, you could try to be a little nicer. After all, she did take time out of her schedule to see you." Jumping back a bit when seeing the tall man spin around to face him, he swallowed hard. "O-of course you don't have to. It's j-just a suggestion..."

"..." The Russian sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, sweeping it out of his eyes. "No, I see what you're trying to say. I can't be too judgmental." A smile reappeared on his face as he spun around. "Maybe she's just stopping by for a quick visit~! Nothing to worry about, da?"

Lithuania nodded vigorously, trying to look happy and positive as his boss took off his nightgown. "Of course Mr. Russia. And if she does stay for longer then I'm sure that you two can strike up a nice, peaceful conversation." He made sure to emphasize the certain "p" word so his message would ring loud and clear, watching as Ivan fought his legs into his pants. After all, with those two anything could go down and cause catastrophe.

Slipping his shirt over his head, he nodded to reassure himself. "Da. I just need to keep calm with her and she'll be out of the house in no time." He reached for his coat, scratching the back of his neck as he yawned. "Go entertain her until I'm ready, okay? I'll be just a few minutes." While he didn't exactly love his sister in a romantic sense, he wouldn't go see a guest with his breath smelling like America's armpits or hair like he had been out in a tornado the past hour. He DID have standards.

After a few minutes of giving himself a chance to wake up and finish his hair and teeth, he finally opened the door. "Natalia~!" he called, making sure to stay cheerful to please her, "Where are y-?"

The question was cut off as he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Darting to the left, he barely missed being tackled to the floor. "ох боже (oh my God)!" he screeched, eyes wide as his back hit the wall, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Belarus spun around and gave a warm smile, though her eyes shined with insanity and obsession. Her long blonde locks rested on her shoulder and went down past the middle of her back as it fell back into place, making her seem so innocent at first. She wore a navy blue dress that ruffled and spread out from her hips to compliment her slim but matured figure, as she knew it was one of his favorite colors and would make her look sexy. To complete the outfit, she had a bow sitting on the top of her hair. How couldn't she wear it? The bow was a birthday present from her dear sibling. "Big Brother Russia..." she purred, cerulean eyes glinting as she scanned him, "You've changed since the last time we saw each other... Did you cut your hair differently?"

This conversation would be perfectly normal if having it with anyone else, minus the big brother part, but after being almost squashed flat by this insane woman he wasn't in the mood for casual conversation. "I was almost crushed because of your weird obsession thing!" he shrieked, temper flaring slightly, "And that's all you can say?!"

Tilting her head to the side ever so slightly, she frowned and crossed her arms. "I don't see what you're freaking out about. What's wrong with someone wanting to give her beloved big brother a hug and rest in his warm embrace?" Oh, how she loved inspiring her comebacks with England's Shakespearian plays. It made everything sound like their own love story. She took a few steps closer, let her arms fall to her sides as she smiled once again. "Please... can't you give me that much? Just for today, try to sweep me off my feet~!"

As she tried to reach/lunge for him, Ivan dodged out of the way and straightened his coat out of pure annoyance. "Natalia, I don't have time for this today! There are a million things I have to do, you understand that, da? I thought you had come over for something IMPORTANT!" His accent seemed to get thicker as he struggled to control himself. He might as well scare her off before she pinned him into a corner and watch as he shriveled up in fear.

Unfortunately, she just bit her bottom lip as it started to tremble. "How can you say this isn't important?" she whispered, bangs casting a shadow over her eyes and hiding them from his view, "This is the most important day of your life..." Her arm shot out and he felt a ping of pain as her nails dug into his sleeve and flesh. "After all, today is the day you'll have a fiancé." Raising her head slowly, sparks of fiery passion lit up her eyes. "MARRY ME BIG BROTHER RUSSIA!"

He squeaked as she attempted to attack him, her hands clawing at his face as he sprinted away. "Please big brother!" she begged, even though her voice was layered with the frustration of a madman, "I promise I'll be a better wife than all of those other female nations!" CRACK! went the sound of a potted plant crashing against the wooden floor. "Better me than some worthless mortal who's beauty dies!" CRASH! followed a table being thrown across the length of the hall. "I AM PERFECT FOR YOU!"

Suddenly, her nails caught in the fabric of his scarf. He let out a gagging sound as it tugged against his throat, the thickness of it burying into his esophagus and attempting to cut off his breathing. "B-B..." he tried to choke out, but he found it almost impossible. This crazy woman was going to be the death of him!

Out of pure luck, Belarus squeaked in shock as the piece of the scarf tore right off, the force of it making her fly backward. As she made contact with the hard floor, she cried out and rubbed her most likely bruised backside. The pain should have distracted her, but when looking up and seeing the terrifying expression on her brother's face, it all faded away.

Ivan held the ripped scarf in his hands as if he were holding a dead child, violet eyes blazing in fury. "LOOK. WHAT. YOU'VE. DONE!"

To Be Continued...