Disclaimer~I don't own Hetalia, so sad no? If I did, PRUSSIA WOULD HAVE 5.5 METERS OF MEGA AWESOME. AND IT WOULD BE UP YOUR ASS RIGHT. NOW.

It's the author~~ SO….HUNGARYS ABOUT TO RAM HER TONGUE SO FAR DOWN MATT'S THROAT-

Canada: WHAT.

Me: Oh….You are awake huh? DAMN I ruined the surprise! Ah…. Oh well! NO ESCAPING IT ANYWAY! –pushes-

Canada: NOOO! I DON'T WANT TO KISS HEEEEERRRR

Me: NOTE: IM GOING TO BE USING IRELAND OR SCOTLAND HERE…..AS IM TYPING THIS I HAVENT DECIDED YET SO…..ITS JUST….DAT GING.

PS In case anyone noticed, most of the characters are communists, but I've added some of the other antagonist characters, such as Scotland because there are no communist gingers, and I'll probably add a few others CB after all, there are a lot of characters in my story so….uh…please be patient, more so with OC's when and if they become present.

OH AND PPS: JOESPH = SCOTLAND. AND CUBA = DAVID CAUSE I COULDN'T THINK OF ANTHING CB

I looked about, noticing Tien wasn't there, not that I was surprised. The closest to me was an older female who was at least in her thirties. She had short blonde hair and pale skin. When she looked up from the book she was reading to say hello, I noticed her soft blue eyes. She stated that her name was Katushka before going back to reading. Toris next introduced to a male that looked younger then I. He looked about 16 and was playing video games with an older male who I guessed to be around the same age as Toris. The younger male had short messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, with pale skin. He was trembling badly, almost uncontrollably. The older had dark hair and skin, dark brown eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. Their names were Raivis and Davis

"TORIS, COME HELP WITH THIS!" Tiens's voice called from the kitchen. Toris apologized and told me to get to know everyone before walking off into what I guessed was the kitchen.

I stood there awkwardly, looking about the strangers, feeling highly out of place. I yelped (because I don't scream that easily, no, not at all) as a hand grabbed my shoulder. A soft young female's voice laughed as I turned around to look at her, wide eyed.

"Hey pumpkin, I'm Elizabeth. Calm down, you look like a deer caught in headlights!" she laughed, her soft voice not quite matching her bold and outgoing attitude. Her brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail, reaching down her back. Bangs framed her face, held by a pink clip, pulling out the light green in her eyes. "It's been a while since we've had a newby!" she laughed again, dragging me to Kat and another new male on the couch, plopping beside him and dragging me with her.

"H-Hey…" I stammered, look of shock and nervousness consuming my face making the male roll his eyes and smirk. "I-I'm Matthew…" I pushed out, looking down at my hands.

"Hey Nadi, I'm Joseph. Not Joe, Joseph," he said, running a hand through his shaggy red hair. I nodded slightly and forced a faint smile. "You look really nervous. Heh, I remember when I first came here. I had a stab wound through my stomach and I collapsed in front of the door after I lost too much blood." He sighed softly at the memory, smiling faintly.

"S-so, how long have all of you been here anyway?" I asked softly, chewing on my lower lip from habit.

All three of their faces fell for a moment before Elizabeth laughed, grin returning. "No-one knows exactly how long we have been here for. Some of us have been here for thousands of years, others only hundreds." Her smile softened before she ran her fingers through my hair in an attempt to get me to relax.

"S-so… you are all technically... d-dead?" I stammered, fidgeting and whimpering as they shrugged.

"I suppose so. Though we aren't really 'dead' in the terms you are using. This is neither heaven nor hell. It's… a safe haven for souls like us. Technically, because you are here, you are 'dead' too." Katushka explained, setting her book down.

"I…I'm dead? I don't remember dying, I…" I muttered, furrowing my eyebrows and trying to remember, looking upset and scared.

"No-one remembers dying. That's why we're not sure if we're dead. But from the, wounds most of us arrived with, almost all of which were fatal, we just…" Joseph shrugged, "assumed."

"But my wounds aren't fatal! T-they were s-shallow a-and…." I pushed out, trembling. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around me, hugging me against her chest as I cried. "If I'm dead I should be in heaven, I…"

"You were found some way away from the house. It means that the wounds weren't fatal if treated soon enough, but if left could be. Even more so, the fact that the ice got into your blood that shows it wasn't just the visible wounds that caused it." Joseph sighed.

"W-Wait how did you know all that?" I gasped, looking at him suspiciously.

"I was the pet that found you collapsed and unconscious in the snow." He shrugged, going back to watching the show on the television.

"I suppose that makes sense…." I muttered, rubbing my arms before covering my face. "So I'm stuck here? I…" I sighed heavily, "I don't feel comfortable…" I whispered. We all sat in silence after that, Elizabeth still holding me close and rubbing my back lightly. From the looks on their faces I could tell they were remembering when they first came here, I could see the understanding in their eyes. "I don't…..like the man you call Master… He was…..touching and…" I shuddered, whispering almost inaudibly.

"He's not a bad guy." Katushka reassured me, watching me. "He has claimed all of us that way. I suppose He's just excited to have someone new, more so when they look like you do. He will treat you right and won't hurt you."

"I don't want it though! I-I'm… I'm a virgin…" I whispered, covering my face again in embarrassment. All three stared at me for a moment before Elizabeth squealed and tackled me off the couch, hugging me against her breasts.

"THAT IS SO CUTE! We haven 't had someone this new in forever!" she squealed again, tipping my head up and kissing me. I went rigid, my eyes widening. "There~" she purred "Your first kiss from me" she giggled.

I lightly touched my lips staring at her with wide eyes. "B-but I…you….you're a girl!" I squeaked, blushing. While I had nothing against girls, I did tend to consider myself gay…

"You've never kissed a girl before?" she gasped before grinning deviously, grabbing my chin and kissing me again, deeper. I struggled slightly in her grip, whining. I gasped as she forced her tongue past my lips into my mouth to explore, soon caressing my own with hers. I shivered lightly, mewling softly.

I panted lightly as she pulled away, face bright red. "I…uhm…" I mewled, squirming lightly in her grip. "Why did you just…."

"Because, you can't be that new in this house or you'd get eaten alive. Take that whatever way you please~" she grinned and snuggled me, trapping me between herself and the couch , "Ahhh but you are cute, most defiantly an uke~"

"C-can we get off the ground now?" I asked sheepishly. She nodded, still grinning and helping me to my feet before plopping onto the couch and tugging me into her lap. Looking at the other two, they didn't seem fazed in the least by Eli's mouth attack, both having gone back to what they were doing before.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get comfortable, or get my body to stop going rigid at the slightest movement of the woman below me.

"Privet, my pets!" a loud voice boomed as the Master entered the room, a pleased look on His face. I opened my eyes only to find him staring at me with a wide grin. "Glad to see you have already got to meet and get used to some of your new family Matvey~" He cooed, walking over and running a hand across my face. I growled slightly, glaring at him, moving away from his hand and struggling out of Eli's lap. He only laughed at this and jumped over the back of the couch to plop beside me. "So kitten, you like the house so far?"

I glared more intensely at him and moved further away, huffing irritably. "It is large." I stated blandly, "Would you mind telling me your name? I'd rather not call you Master, it makes me feel disgusted with myself." I hissed, an attitude I hadn't used in the longest time showing through very clearly. All the others in the room turned and stared in awe, eyes wide.

"Heh… none of my pets know my real name, kitten, I am the Master and I am called as such, da?" He purred, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer.

Yanking my wrist free I spat out, "My point exactly! I'm not your fucking pet, so I will not call you my master! I am NOT A PET EH!" I yelled in his face, standing up and staring down at him defiantly.

"You aren't, aren't you? Well then, I think you should leave; this house is for my pets and friends only. If you are not my pet, and if you are willing to speak to me like that, then you clearly aren't either of those, kitten." He smirked, watching as Elizabeth and Katushka both stood and flocked to me scolding and telling me to apologize.

Pushing the two of them aside I stared into his eyes with a strong defiance. I growled slightly as he smirked and leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow. "Just say it da? Say you are mine. Or say you do not want to be here. If you don't, I'll just assume the former is correct…" He purred, returning my stare with confidence that irritated me to the core. Closing my eyes I let an irritated sigh out before walking out of the room and wandering through the halls, hands clenched, swearing lightly.

I wandered until I found myself in a large garden, filled with flowers of every kind. From familiar daisies to unusual flowers I had never seen before that seemed to glow as I walked past them. I wandered through the paths, noticing that each block changed in style of set up and types of flowers. I crouched before a small flower, looking at it fondly, lightly rubbing one of its petals "Lily of the Valley…" I muttered, wiping a tear away from my eye, smiling lightly.

Just as I was about to stand up I noticed a small sign that read 'Joseph'. I check a few other blocks to find the names of different pets, some I had met, others I have yet to. I wandered further until I came to an empty block containing only dirt and weeds. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and slight anger that anyone would leave this to grow weeds when they could make it look like the rest of the garden. I found the sign and gasped. The sign read 'Matthew' "W-wha…? But… why would…" I muttered, hesitantly walking into the empty block and sitting there.

Consumed in my thoughts I didn't hear the man come up behind me, causing me to yelp and jump as he rested his hands on my shoulders. "Hello, kitten. You are calm now da?" He purred. I grimaced. It just had to be him. Chuckling lightly, he sat next to me in the dirt, not caring that he was getting his clothing dirty, something that surprised me greatly. "If you don't want to call me Master yet then don't. Call me…" he paused, thinking.

"How about bastard," I snorted, looking away, playing with the dirt absent-mindedly.

"If that's what it'd take to calm you down and get you to stay, then fine," He replied. I looked at him, surprised, more so to see the seriousness in his eyes. "I'm sure you've heard it many times by now, but it has been a long time since we had a new family member. Everyone is excited you are here, but some are growing nervous with your extreme resistance and coldness. You belong here. If you didn't, you wouldn't be here." He sighed, touching my face lightly. "Call me whatever you feel fits, just not around guests and my friends, da? We like having you were as our family." I opened my mouth to reply but I couldn't seem to get anything out, so I closed my mouth and looked down, sighing lightly while I nodded.

"So… what is with this block having my name on it?" I asked softly, not looking up at him.

"I knew from the moment we saw you in the snow you'd love to garden, so I plotted a block out for you." He sighed, sniggering at the shocked, confused, and doubtful look I was sending Him. "I have the power to sense things about other personalities, strong points that stick out more then others, and gardening was one that screamed off you," he clarified.

"So…I can grow whatever I want here?" I asked, looking a fair amount more relaxed then I had been at any point since I woke up. I tugged one of the weeds from the ground, setting it down beside me. "C-can I not go to the dinner? I'm not hungry."

"Nyet, you have to go to this one. My guests know of you and wish to meet you. You are expected to attend and be pleasant. Then you can run back out here da?" he ordered more then asked. I nodded lightly and sighed.

"Where would I get the seeds? I don't have money," I muttered, "and I am not taking seeds from you."

Rolling his eyes, he smiled softly. "Then get a job in the main city and buy them yourself. You could start your own business and pay me back the money you'd borrow for starting costs…" He suggested, playing with my hair.

"N-no. I don't…" I muttered, fidgeting and pulling away slightly. Sighing lightly I muttered "If I got seeds from you what would I have to give up? Nothing is free, right?" I grimaced fidgeting, small shuddering shooting down my spine when he brushed by the sensitive curl that spouted from my hair

"I give everyone an allowance. Just use that money, kitten," He muttered kissing my forehead. "That, and a kiss da?" He requested, raising an eyebrow. I stared at him with shock and disdain, a slightly grossed out look crossing my face.

"I-I don't want to kiss you! I didn't want to kiss you before, I didn't want to kiss Elizabeth I-I…" I whined, whispering the next few words "You've already stolen my first one…."

"You really are pure da…?" He muttered softly, pulling me close, drawing a yelp from my lips. He held me close before slowly tipping my face up. "One more kiss, and kiss back and I won't press for more." I fidgeted and held his gaze before slowly nodding, face growing hotter and hotter.

He slowly pulled my face closer, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine before kissing me softly. I slowly kissed back, eyes fluttering closed as he looped an arm around my waist and rested his other hand on the back of my head, kissing a bit deeper. I matched the kiss sloppily, blushing and letting out a soft mewl as he pulled away. I slowly opened my eyes to see him staring at me with a small, kind smile.

"That," He whispered, "was your first real kiss." He laughed lightly, hugging me against his chest before standing up, scooping me up and carrying me bridal style back into the house, me flailing and protesting all the while.

OH HUNGARY ;D

Sorry f you feel Matt was OOC, but…..as a Canadian, I feel this slightly more moody Canada is more correct then a silent, 'invisible' Canada. WE HAVE A VOICE. AND WE USE IT. OFTEN. TO MAKE YOU FEEL STUPID FOR NOT KNOWING EVERYTHING WE DO CB. Like…Colour. Not Color. Canada is far more lenient and stable then America, people LIKE us –vacations in Cuba and smirks- CAN'T TOUCH THIS