"Dika!" Alfred yelled, running into her room. The Alaskan looked up from cleaning her knife, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"Da?" she asked. 

"What's a vegan mean?" 

"It's someone who doesn't eat animals or animal products. Like beef, pork, dairy, eggs, stuff like that. Why?" 

"Allen said he was a vegan and I have no idea what that means!" Alfred grins and walks out. "Thanks!" 

Dika smiled, going back to what she was doing. A few weeks later she was pulling thinks out of Yellow's fur, groaning a little bit. Her favorite American walked in again, looking confused. 

"How many inches is 25 centimeters?" Alfred asked. 

"About nine," she answered. 

"Really? It's that big?!" 

"Da... why?" 

"I'm going to kill him!" he snapped, leaving as fast has he came. Though she got her answer when a few minutes later he ran in and closed the door quickly, looking at her. "How do you calm down an angry Russian with a pipe that may want to kill you?!" 

"You don't," Dika chuckled. "You hide in your best friends room until he calms down or finds you so his little sunflower can calm him down." 

"You're the best Dika!" 

"Da, I know."