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Heeeeeey...wassup? This is Mel's art trade present from your's truly.

I need to update my own, but eh, what can I do?

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Warning: Rated M...I have no idea where the hell I'm goin with this, so prepare for anything.

There were many this on this fucked up planet called Earth that were well...fucked up. This shit right here, however had to be the cherry on top.

"K-kyAnna?"

"No. I'm fuckin' Justin Bieber." She remarked.

The eighteen year old took in the sight before her. KyAnna, her elder, more ass of a friend, stood outside her bedroom window in some magical girl get-up, sparkling. Melanie blinked and rubbed at her grey eyes. This had to be some really fucked up dream.

"How did you-"

"Look, I'mma 'fraid of heights and you blockin the way. Now move or I'mma move you."

No more words were said as Melanie quick stepped aside to let her in. Thousands of questions rang throughout her mind as she stared at sparkling girl. If it wasn't creepy, Melanie would have fell in awe at the girl's appearance. Something about it was...magical.

"Hello~" KyAnna snapped her fingers in Melanie's face. "You there?"

"I, uh, what the hell happened to you? You're all Shojo!"

KyAnna glared boredly at Melanie before taking a seat on the younger girl's bed. Melanie sat next to her, a bit hesitant, but willing to lend an ear. Even if she was an ass to the ravenette most of the time.

"I made a contract. But its not important right now!" She suddenly stood smirking widely. "I'm here to grant your biggest wish! A man!"

Melanie faulted. "A man?" Why did this seem so familiar...

A nod was all she recieved before KyAnna took out a scroll from her loose sleeve. Unrolling it with a flick of her wrist, she quickly shoved it in the young woman's face. Grey eyes blinked at the parchment shoved at them. As she began reading, KyAnna yanked the feather from her wild black-brown hair, and handed to her.

"All I need is a signiture and we can begin!" Her smile, Melanie noticed, was a little forced. She sighed and sat the contract and feather to the side. Looking directly at KyAnna's hazel eyes, she started,

"Is something wrong? Does this have to do with what happened that day?"

KyAnna's smile faltered, but went back to its mischevious flare. She was hiding something.

"Will you sign?" Yep. Definitely something was off. "I promise, you won't die."

"KyAnna," Melanie warned. But the girl simply smiled and pointed to the contract.

"Think of it as an early birthday present." She pressed.

And against her conscious, Melanie signed. The scroll flashed, rolled back into its original form, and disappeared in a puff sparkles. What up with the sparkles, Melanie internally thought.

"Excellent."

It was then KyAnna made her move, swinging down her large staff against the skull of the raventte.