Papa!ChinaxLittle!ReaderxSweden 4

     When (Name) finally got Denmark up, he shooed her away, so he could get dressed.



     As (Name) went down the stairs, for breakfast she hummed a song that reminded her
  of her best friend. That reminded her 'Oh I have to call him, and tell him...',



     When (Name) got downstairs, still in her pajamas, she sat down next to
  Norway, and saved the seat next to her for Denmark.



      Finland finished making (Name's) food, she decided to ask him what was on her mind.
  "Hey, Finny I have a question...", (Name) twiddled her thumbs nervously.
  "Sure (Name), ask away!", Finland smiled, and Sweden didn't look up from the paper.



      "Well... I was just wondering... Could I call my best friend, and update
  on what's happened...", (Name) was hopeful that he'd say yes.



      "Well of course! Who's your little friend?" (Name) giggled at his statement,
  "Ivan!", she cheered happily.



       Sweden spit out his coffee, Iceland stopped petting Mr.Puffin, Norway
  froze,and Finland's smile turned into a nervous smile.



     "(Name)... You don't mean... Russia... do you?" "Pfft, of course I do!-
  Didn't you guys know Ivan was my best friend? Surly dad told you!"



      It was true, Russia tried to kidnap (Name) as a little kid, but then
  when he got sick, (Name) thought it was her fault, so she went and saw him.
  She was there for hours, and Ivan said sorry for scaring her,
  and the apology was accepted, and from that day on (Name's) best friend was Russia.



      "N-no, he didn't... Uhm, of course you can call him!", "(Name)! You got a call!
  Some dude named Ivan!", Denmark called from the corridor.



      "Coming!", (Name) jumped from her seat and skipped/ran to get the phone.
  Denmark came in, after (Name) took the phone from him. "Yo? Why do you guys-
  look like your hungover, and someone just screamed the shit outta your ear?",
  Denmark fixed his tie, as he sat one seat from Norway.



      "Ivan.... T-That's Russia...", Iceland squeaked, Denmark froze.
  "So... T-That's her... Best friend?" "Uh-huh.", Sweden was still scared shit-less.



       (Name) put the phone up to her ear "привет?", (Name) said. "Ah I see my little one-
  has been working on her Russian, da?", Ivan smiled even though she wouldn't be able
  to see it. "Ivan! Ivan!", "What What?", Ivan mimicked the happy child.
  "Okay so, a lot of things happened yesterday... A-And I don't know how to handle them...",
  "Really? Well tell Mother Russia, then, da?",



  
     (Name) told Ivan all that happened, and that was all he needed to know,
  because his next response surprised her "I'm coming over.", Ivan stated happily,
  even though he was burning with a desire to have Sweden's head at his feet.



      Russia hung up, before (Name) could reject.
  So she went back to the dining room, to be met with all of the Nordics sitting at
  the table. "S-so what did he say, sweetie?" Finland nervously smiled.
  "He's coming over.", (Name) smiled at the thought of Ivan meeting her family.



     "WHAT!" Denmark stood up, from his chair. (Name) looked up at Denmark,
  and tears welled up in her eyes "Y-you don't like Ivan... D-do you?",
  Denmark flinched and his eyes widened slightly. "Your just like everyone else.",
  (Name) stood up, and walked up to her room.



      When (Name) plopped on her bed, a thought crossed her mind,
                  "I think I love Ivan, too..."