Russia sat wearily on the couch, arms crossed, as many, including yourself, were genuinely surprised when he agreed to watch over you after much persuasion.

Nevertheless, you had no complaints about it.

"Return that," he unexpectedly remarked, having caught you with a butter knife in hand.

Strangely, he wasn't even looking in your direction, and you had made hardly any noise. It left you wondering if he might have eyes in the back of his head.

"I can't let you get hurt" he added solemnly.