AN: This is based of Lollidictator's Manual Series, look it up if you haven't already read it, it's awesome.

Lycoris "Manhattan" Reynolds did not look like someone you would normally expect something incredibly strange to happen to. She wore a large blue and green plaid shirt, a paint splattered apron, and equally paint splattered jeans. She wasn't beautiful or seductive or even lovely, she was just a milkmaid sort of cute that at times could look rather pretty. She had a pleasant heat shape to her face with a full lower lip, pointed chin, and button nose. Her most outstanding attribute, on a normal occasion, was her coloring. She had pretty olive-toned skin, smooth and blemish less, emerald green eyes that were only slightly too large for her face, and frizzy, coppery auburn hair that unless she spent hours fighting against fanned out to give her the impression of being electrocuted. But at the moment one thing stuck out more than anything.

Her stomach.

Because at seventeen years of age Lycoris "Manhattan" Reynolds was seven months pregnant. But even this was not the strange thing, no, after seven months Lycoris was used to ever inflating stomach, what made her stop and stare was the conspicuously large white box lying down in her living room with a small pamphlet and a piece of paper on top of it.

Blinking to herself, Lycoris slowly crept foreword to stare at the box. On the front of it was a lime bunny with wings, under which, in equally bright lime coloring, were the words 'Flying Mint Bunny Inc.'. Lycoris froze. It couldn't be. But it was.

She knew the company. She'd ordered something from their newsletter last night, having been looking for a present for her sister Honey's fifteenth birthday. At the time signing up for the free product testing involving Honey's favorite cartoon had seemed like a good idea. After all Honey ordered stuff from the company all the time and despite their weird name they seemed fine. (Honey had attempted to explain the reason behind it, but it only confused Lycoris more.)

Now it seemed weird.

First off, how had they even known she was looking for a gift involving Hetalia that was exactly like the 'collectable characters' they wanted her to test. Plus she was allowed to keep them after telling the company her opinion on the product and how it functioned. Second, off she'd ordered it last night, how had it arrived so quickly? And thirdly, how had they managed to get it in her door so quickly and quietly? Was it before or after her door bell rang while she was painting the baby's room? (The bright yellow of sunflowers because it seemed gender neutral, although it sent her sister into peels of laughter and Honey kept suggesting naming the baby Ivan if it was a boy.) Picking up the note Lycoris read it, surprised by the short statement.

'You were busy so I left it in here with the manual. Expect the others to follow.

-Dallas and Flying Mint Bunny Inc.'

At this Lycoris's eyes were almost hypnotically drawn to the green bunny. Shivering she looked away. They bunny seriously freaked her out. She snatched the manual giving the bunny a suspicious glance and feeling ridiculous as she did. But there was just something so damn suspicious about the thing. Quickly reading the material Lycoris blinked. Perhaps this was actually a prank? Looking down at the box (large enough for a fairly large grown man to have room to stretch in) Lycoris doubted it. All the people she knew who would think this was funny (Honey's little private school buddies) didn't have the patience to pull off such a complicated skim, or the skills.

Looking down at the box and feeling silly Lycoris decided on the simplest solution. Steeling herself and thanking God for her many language lessons over the years, she said quite clearly, "Брат."

The sobbing on the inside of the box disturbed her more thoroughly than anything so far. Knowing that there was no way she could rationalize what was happening she managed, after a bit of struggle with the baby bump (more like a mountain in her humble opinion), to get the lid off. Looking up at her with tears in his bright violet eyes was a man she'd occasionally seen, while her sister was watching the cartoon.

Seeing her he visibly relaxed and smiled a little. "You are not Natalya. Wh are you, comrade?"

The thing was it was in Russian, which left her little doubt to his identity, which she had trouble accepting it, even if the pamphlet had said it.

Looking down at him shocked, Lycoris said one thing as her dizziness over took her. "Russia."