Hetalia - Axis Powers 1. Fate

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><p>"Let the world conference convene! Solving all the world's problems today!" The obnoxious voice boomed through the whole room, bouncing off the walls. The countries groaned as America began going off on one of his newest, but extremely impossible, ideas. One only had to wait for the current routine to commence.<p>

First, England would interrupt.

"America, that idea is completely idiotic."

Followed by America's attempt to defend himself... By dragging someone else into it.

"But it's a good idea! Right, Japan?"

Who would agree.

"I-I agree with America-San."

Then another person would retort, most likely Switzerland.

"Japan, stop agreeing with everything America says!"

And then France.

"I disagree with both America and England."

In response to being called out, the two English-speaking countries would direct their sole attention to the Frenchman.

Thus began all other transactions.

All the countries rose, going over to the ones they wished to deal with. The world meeting filled with loud voices and dealings, creating a commotion that could compare to a stuffed subway cart. Countries bustled about, pushing and shoving their ways through the crowd. One, however, had her mind set on a single person.

Slipping through the masses, icy eyes found her brother. He stood confidently, trying to initiate conversation with the formerly occupied England. A smile slowly slipped from his face as the Brit relentlessly yelled at him to try elsewhere. Her hands gripped tightly to her skirt as she approached the two. Each insult the smaller man yelled at her brother increased her anger ten fold. The corner of her mouth twitched angrily as she stepped closer to him.

Sensing a sudden change in the atmosphere, England turned to see an enraged woman stomping towards him. He averted his gaze to Russia, urging him to leave immediately. His eyes darted between the two Slavic nations and sweat beaded on his forehead at the sight of the wrathfully nation. Russia started sweating profusely, taking a few steps back. His smile completely dropped, he hesitantly stepped backed. None of the other countries realized their predicament.

"Russia, she's your sister." His voice shook and cracked.

"S-She is a very strong willed woman... I-I can only run away..." Russia had distanced himself even further, finding that Belarus's attention rested solely on England. Any moment now, he would be out of Belarus's line of sight and receive the opportunity to escape. In the mean time, Russia could only watch the horrified England.

"Blast it!" England kept his eyes on Belarus as he backed towards the doors. His bushy eyebrows twitched towards each other, feeling Belarus's cold gaze. How would he go? To her knives? Or would she rip him up with her bare hands?

As she finally stopped in front of him, England held hands over his face, pressing himself to the wall. His eyes were squeezed tight, not willing to see the true fury of the nation. "P-Please don't hurt me! Let me get my last words first!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Emerald eyes opened and hands lowered. England straightened to find a furious but not murderous Belarus standing in front of him. Her lips pursued in an extremely pissed off angle, brow twitching. "If you think I give a shit about what you say to my brother, you're right." England winced. "But I've got other reasons to speak to you."

England opened his mouth in surprise before closing it again. Russia always seemed very intimidated by his sister. Maybe she had changed after the Soviet split? Speaking of the bastard, where was he? England looked upward to find the Russian had absconded into the masses. Sighing, he directed his gaze back to the one in front of him. "Well, what is it?"

Her entire face became nonchalant, apparently looking over what had happened earlier. England inwardly sighed in relief to see Belarus could speak like a regular person, "I want to let you know I'm coming to your room later."

Bushy eyebrows darted upward. "Why do you need to do that?!"

Belarus pursued her lips again. "Why not be louder? I'm pretty sure the whole room didn't hear you the first time." England looked up to see several countries looking over at them. The pair did seem a bit out of place. He ushered Belarus out to the hall, closing the door behind them. The dog probably wouldn't speak up for a while.

England looked over at Belarus, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, what is it you want? You could have met up with me any other time besides now."

"I can't travel easily and my boss would obviously notice if I had a nation visitor." She crossed her arms. "If you haven't noticed, I am nothing but shit when it comes to other nations."

His eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you need that your boss doesn't know about?"

Belarus stared at him, her eyes searching for something. She moved her attention to the wall before pointing her right finger at it.

"I can see ghosts. Like that arm over there." England swirled around, emerald eyes searching. He saw nothing more than a blank wall. No ghostly, detached arm in sight. Turning back to Belarus, he scowled.

"Are you bonkers or do you want to make fun of me?"

Belarus blew a puff of air out, almost in amusement. "If I wanted to fuck with someone, there are much better people to use that on than you." An image of a screaming America appeared in England's mind. "But no, I'm serious." Belarus dropped her arms, letting them hang at her side. "I have been seeing them since I was younger and am tired of it." Her eyes darted to his. "Can you do anything about it?"

England sighed. "Why stop now? You didn't seem bothered about it before."

She bit her lip before glaring sternly at him. "I just want it to stop. _Can_ you do that?" Belarus raised an eyebrow in questioning, her voice lowering to a challenging tone. "Or are you the one faking?"

A vein popped at England's forehead. "You're questioning _my_ abilities?" He pulled open his jacket, ruffling through the inside pocket before pulling out a small notebook. Flipping through the pages determinedly, England's eyes scanned the pages. "I can cure your problem right here right now." Belarus crossed her arms expectantly. "I just have to find the spell... Aha!" He tapped the page. "Here's the beauty."

England held his hand out towards Belarus, eyes traveling across the page. He started mumbling inaudible phrases under his breath, concentrating. The nation across from him watched patiently, eyes hiding a sadder light to them. She took one last look at the well-known ghost arm that had always stuck out of the world meeting place's wall. Belarus pursued her lips. This was for the best.

England's voice gained confidence and the center of his palm formed a ball of green light that rivaled the emerald of his eyes. A smile of pride gathered on his face as he felt his spell growing towards its climax. Finally, one of his spells was going to work! He kept reading from the page, glancing at times at the silent nation standing across from him. His spell would cure her problem, no doubt!

As his voice almost grew to the point of yelling, England could feel his magic coursing through his veins. His eyes widened in excitement. _Just wait, Belarus_, he thought proudly, his mouth still running off a long forgotten language. _You'll see I'm no_-

The door flew open, throwing England off balance.

"England!" Germany yelled as the Brit fell. "What the hell are you doing?"

From there, everything happened at once.

England cussed, interrupting the steady flow of the magic. The ball in the middle of his hand burst forward, hitting Belarus square in the chest. She took a few steps back as magic surged around her. Time seemed to be rushing past her, thousands of years racing to the end; yet, she also felt sluggish, as if the world's rotation slowly worked towards a halt. Her hair whirled about her face as she watched the ball of light push into her body. The body she had held for so long felt like it was slipping away, like sand trickling through open fingers.

She raised her eyes, to the sight in front of her. The one she had sought help from had been sprawled on the floor, watching in horror as his uncompleted spell swallowed her whole. He reached out to her, as if to save her. In that moment, when the world rushed to its end and came to a halt, she realized that she didn't need saving.

She was doomed from the beginning.


	2. Imposter

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*****Warnings: Violence, Blood, and Coarse Language.*****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p>Eyelashes fluttered open as she became conscious once more. Her body felt heavy and ached. Slowly, she forced her muscles to function once more. Her fingers were the first to respond, twitching erratically. After a few minutes, Belarus had regained control of her arms. She pushed herself up, stretching upward and outward to loosen her muscles.<p>

"It's like I just woke up from a dream I couldn't escape..." Sleep terrors, right? She rarely had those now a days but she had a fair share of them. With the exclusion of the metal taste in her mouth, this feeling was spot on. Her fingers pressed against the cool floor as she tried to regain memories of what had happened. "Right... He..." Belarus placed her hands on her lap. "He tried to help me..." Her eyes stared blankly at the floor before raising to the familiar spot on the wall. No ghostly arm waved to her. "It seemed like it worked."

Her eyes narrowed. "Speaking of the bastard, where is he?" Where was anyone for that matter. The hall oozed silence and the hall light was off. There was a possibility they just left her on the floor but to let her sleep through the whole meeting? Someone would have noticed... Wouldn't they?

Tired of asking herself unanswered questions, Belarus pushed herself to her feet. She swayed unsteadily at first but forced herself to remain standing. Slowly, she made her way down the hall to the entrance. Her heels clacked against the cool wooden floor, echoing off the walls. The building seemed sadder at night but more comforting. Shadows danced off the walls and Belarus watched as they scattered as quickly as they came.

She came to the front doors, testing them at first. They refused to move. Annoyed and not in the mood to try elsewhere, she pulled out a hairpin and proceeded to pick the lock. Her struggle became fruitful after a few minutes of wiggling and poking. At the click, Belarus opened the door, feeling the cold night air rush in.

Surprised at the time of day, she walked out to the front yard, looking up at the sky. The full moon was at its zenith, shining its pale rays over the Earth. Another cool breeze swept over her as she stood in the moonlight. A deep calm passed over her, something she always felt at night. Taking filling breaths, Belarus let her eyes close. The silence was beautiful.

With the breaking of a branch, icy eyes flew open and scanned the dark surroundings. They fell upon a man who had his foot crunching the branch even more. He had broken it deliberately. The stood tall despite his short stature, each step steady and firm. As he approached leisurely, Belarus could see the outline of a face and the shadow of bangs falling over his face. What caught her most were his eyes. A shade of red she could only describe as a glowing rubies.

He stopped only a few feet away, examining her closely before giving a smile. She frowned in response, causing him to raise his eyebrows. "Ms. Belarus, I do think that is you." He dropped the smile, procuring an annoyed frown. "And I don't take well to intruders."

Belarus jumped backwards, stumbling a bit. She cussed at the sight of a strange weapon in his hands: a long pole with a blade attached to the end. The man sported an amused grin, pleased he could play with her for a little longer. He stood tall as he rested the end of the weapon on the ground. Belarus reached under her skirt, drawing out a knife for each hand.

Her opponent raised his eyebrows in surprise before shifting to a fighting position. He seemed to be beckoning to her. _Make the first move._

Belarus surveyed her opponent, judging how to attack. After a moment of contemplation, she surged forward. The man shifted to the side, attempting to cut her inner arm. She pivoted in the other direction, his blade barely nicking her. With a toss, her knife flew towards his shoulder. He dodged just as easily as she had.

He jabbed forward again, only to watch her jump up and deal a swift kick to his face, bringing him to one knee. She landed gracefully, remaining at a distance as the weapon swung in an outward arc. Belarus straightened, watching as the man nurse his cheek before standing up himself. He glanced at her before giving a pleased laugh, relaxing his grip on his strange weapon. In response, she too let her daggers fall to her side but did not put them away.

"You are most definitely not Ms. Belarus."

Her eyes narrowed. "Who exactly are you to claim I am not Belarus?"

The man gave a dramatic bow, sweeping his arm to his chest and bowing his head low. "I am Honda Kiku, representation of the country of Japan."

Belarus crossed her arms. "Nice try, bastard, but you are no Japan." _Despite looking almost exactly like him._

He lifted his head from his bow but kept his torso in place. "Now what are your qualifications to say such a thing?" His body straightened and he leaned the weapon inward to get a better look of the blade. "And I detest liars much more than I detest intruders."

"I am the Republic of Belarus." The Japan imposter raised an eyebrow.

"Human pseudonym?" She hesitated for a moment, perturbed by the thought of giving him her name. He chuckled. "It's Natalya Arlovskaya, isn't it?" Belarus cringed, making him chuckle once more. "Such an interesting situation we have here. Now, I have some questions for you and you will answer them."

Belarus pursued her lips. "And why is that?"

"Because this." He stepped forward, catching her off guard. She stepped back but the Japan imposter steadily kept it under her chin. He raised it slightly, letting her feel the coolness of metal. The Asian man tsked. "Caught off guard with a strange man in a strange place. Such a big mistake." He tapped her chin with his weapon. "Drop the knives. All of them." The man then tilted his head. "Or maybe you wouldn't mind dying? It takes quite a bit of energy but regeneration doesn't usually take long. Especially a little knife wound to the throat."

Her eyes widened. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Psh. Stop playing dumb. I know you're a nation so you obviously have the abilities of one. You should be able to regenerate as well as tell that I am a nation. Now drop the knives." She glared at the man. This mad bastard had his head screwed on too tight. At this rate, her death was inevitable. Better to go down fighting.

Pulling her right arm back, she prepared to throw her knife. The Japanese man moved instinctively, shifting his blade to the left and wounding the inside of her forearm. The blade dug in deep at such close range. She fell to her knees, dropping both of her knives. The Japan imposter sighed, holding the weapon at her cringing figure.

"Being overdramatic is so cliche." He motioned to the wound with the tip of his weapon. "It'll heal. Just give it a minute." She looked up at him angrily, holding down the wound the best she could with her hand.

"I don't know who you are and how you know about countries… But these ideas you have shoved into your skull are insane." Her eyes went back to her arm and the blood steadily flowing over her fingers. She grabbed one of the knives from beside her, starting to cut out a wrapping from her skirt.

The Japan imposter watched her, shaking his head. Wasting such a good dress was a shame. He kept his blade at her, in case she got other ideas about her knife. "I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it."

Two minutes passed as Belarus finally finished wrapping her wound. The blood seeped through in a matter of seconds. Death by blood loss. How messy. She wondered if her ghost would be stained with it.

"Hey…" She looked up to see the man above her slightly shaking. "It should have healed by now… Why are you still bleeding?" His pupils dilated, eyebrows furrowed, he started to lower his weapon. "You're a nation. That shouldn't still be there."

Belarus glared at him menacingly. Her arm had been tingling for the past few minutes and her vision was starting to get blurry. "I'm a nation. Not invincible."

The man threw his weapon to the side, wrestling off his jacket. He knelt, wrapping it around her wounded arm in a hurry. She stared at him in shock. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He kept his eyes on the wound. "Pale," he muttered to himself. "Dazed eyes. Increased heart rate. Signs of irritability, though it seems to be a character trait. Class two blood loss. My guess, hopefully only a liter." The man pulled the jacket tighter around her arm before looking her straight in the eye. "Making sure you don't die."

Two arms lifted her up and the man rested her head against his shoulder. Belarus growled despite feeling faint. "Put me down, shit-face."

"No way in hell." Her head bumped up and down on his chest, feeling extremely faint. Un-familiar fabric rubbed against her cheek as her body seemed to be rising and falling rapidly. Her eyelids fluttered as he came to a halt, fumbling for something. She felt herself hurriedly dropped into the car and the wind of a door slamming. Consciousness flowed in and out of her as she heard the blurry noise of a car engine.

"Hey. Stay with me now. Can you hear me?"

Belarus let her head fall to the window as she let out a groan.

"Come on, talk to me. We need to keep you conscious."

"It's…"

"Yes, what is it?"

"…Really… Cold…"

"Natalya! Natal… talya… Nat… ya!"

With that, her eyes closed in hopes of something better.

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><p><em><strong>Author's Note:<strong>_

_**It took FOREVER to find information about Japan's weapon. Not to **_**_mention the blood loss. I stressed so much over this _****_despite needing to do other things. _****_ Reviews about the fighting and injured stories would really help._**


	3. Pincushion

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>***Warnings: Violence, Blood, and Coarse Language.***<br>***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p>Slowly, Belarus came to. She shook her head a bit, trying to pull herself out of the strange dream she had. With a deep breath, the scent of her surroundings forced her eyes open.<p>

_Bleach._

She stared up at the blank white ceiling, scowling as she realized she had been resting on a hospital bed. When the fuck did that happen? Lifting her arms up for a stretch, she found her right forearm had been wrapped tightly and a blood bag attached to her opposite arm. The haze lifted steadily as she stared at the cotton fabric.

_Oh yeah… That bastard did this._

Giving herself a push, she sat up and got a better survey of her surroundings. Plain walls, an empty floor, an open window to her right, and a chair next to her bed. Her eyebrows furrowed as to who would have been sitting there. Within seconds of her question, the door creaked open.

"You're awake."

The memory of his shaking figure returned to her the moment her eyes met his. She scowled. "What? Didn't tell them you did this?" The imposter sighed, walking over to the seat. His arm shot up, forcing something ticklish in her face. Pushing it back with her good arm, her eyebrows furrowed as she took it. "What the fuck is this?"

"An apology present?" Belarus stared at him in annoyance.

"You almost kill me and you give me this?" She shook the stuffed bear in his face. "A pincushion?"

He took the toy from her, loosening the bow around its neck. "Well, I thought it was cute." His eyes lifted up. "And I don't always buy gifts for nations I almost kill so-"

"I don't want it." He sent her a glance of annoyance before wrapping his arms around it.

"Fine. I'll keep it." The man toyed with it as Belarus gave an exasperated sigh and turned away from him. Her eyes stayed glued to the wall, slowly drifting off again.

From his seat, the man glanced back up at her. He watched as she silently stared at the wall, seeming to be deep in thought. When she wasn't saying anything, this 'Belarus' seemed quite… attractive. He straightened in his seat, letting the bear fall to his lap. Who- no, what was this woman? From what he felt, he could verify she was a nation. Yet why didn't that heal? His eyes darted to her arm and the bandage.

The doctors had reported she had suffered severe blood loss. However, her body seemed to have quite a miraculous amount of resistance, especially surviving a ten minute drive to the hospital with that kind of wound. Upon arriving in the emergency room, he watched as the paramedics sped her away. Standing from a distance, he wondered briefly if he had heard her last words. Seeing her sitting before him was by far a relief. She may not have the healing abilities of a nation but her resistance was incredible.

He studied her expression carefully, collecting a brief summary of the one he nearly killed/saved. Her eyes were distant and her hair framed her face in such a way that outlined the curve of her cheek. Her lips hung slightly parted and at this angle he noticed the stubbornness of her chin. Her brow had relaxed, as if he were no longer in the room. What made her make such a face?

"What are you thinking about?" With a blink, her annoyed expression returned and she glared angrily at him. He cleared his throat, frowning. "I still didn't get your name."

Her hard eyes focused on his. He did not look away despite the intensity of the gaze. Instead, the man motioned for her to answer his question. She frowned. "Belarus."

Another sigh, this time accompanied by the shake of a head. "Well, you can't be Belarus. There is already another Belarus."

"Then you can't be Japan."

"And why is that?"

"Because the other Japan isn't such a son of a bitch."

"Har har. Very funny." He leaned back in his seat, the bear resting against his torso. "For the time being, let's just say I believe you're Belarus and you'll believe I'm Japan. It'll clear up any confusion." She thought a moment before nodding. "So call me Honda and I'll call you Ms. Arlovskaya."

Belarus shifted upward. "Why the hell are you calling me by my human name?"

He ran a hand through his hair before rubbing his temple. "Because humans can't know we're countries..?"

Her hands curled into fists. What was this maniac talking about? "But they already know that countries exist."

He sighed, interlocking his fingers and placing his joined hands on the side of the bed. "Let me explain to you how things work since the blood loss seems to have effected your brain." He pointed to the both of them. "We are nations. Nations know how to find other nations. Nations don't die unless their culture dies. Nations can sense other nations in their territory." Japan lifted his arm, signaling to the door. "They do not know _we_ exist. To them, we are humans that have power in the government and thus can get away with a lot of things. So _we_," he motioned once more between the two of them, "Use our human names. Since we are under conditional immortality, we can kill each other often without consequences. Is it coming back to you yet?"

She glared at him. "Your fucking head is screwed on all wrong. Does it look like I regenerated? No. Does it look like I knew you were a country? No. Do you fucking think I would have survived this injury without treatment despite my country prospering? Fuck no!" Belarus raised her arms in indignation. "So stop giving me all this bull-crap about nations! We've been recognized by the world as humanoids since before my country existed. Calling ourselves by our country names won't do anything. We are as susceptible to death as humans." Her voice lowered, becoming sharper. "As long as no one _kills_ us, we live." She narrowed her eyes at him accusingly. He stared right back but with more of a questioning light to them. Their eye contact contracted inexistent sparks.

After a moment of silence, Japan finally pulled away to reach into his jacket. "Look, I'm showing you how this works." Belarus's eyes widened at the sight of the familiar object.

"How the hell did you bring a knife into a hospital?" Japan sent a warning glare towards her.

"Don't ask questions. Just watch." He held rolled back the sleeve of his jacket, exposing his wrists. Positioning the blade carefully, he cut a small abrasion. A thin trail of blood started to form. Belarus opened her mouth to retort only to close it once more. Slowly, the skin sealed itself back up, leaving only the blood that had leaked out. "There? See? It healed." He grinned up at her, pleased to have made her speechless.

"Fucking shit…" She finally muttered.

"I'm not lying." He unrolled his sleeve, tugging it out in a failed attempt to get rid of wrinkles. "But you aren't either." Japan tucked the knife back into his jacket. Belarus watched as he stuffed her possession into his clothing. Hopefully she would get it back. Japan raised his head again, lifting an eyebrow at her line of sight. He gave her an amused grin only to watch her send a cold glare. With a chuckle, he brushed it off. "So my theory is if you answer my question we may be able to find out why this is happening." He paused for dramatic effect and smiled at the rolling of her eyes. "How did you end up in the middle of my country?"

Belarus remained silent, thinking carefully. Again, Japan caught sight of the distant gaze she possessed. This time, slightly biting her bottom lip. "I was at a world meeting. When I spoke to England, he said he would help me out with a problem using his magic. He cast the spell and I blacked out. I found myself on the floor of the meeting place." She turned her eyes to his, confusion lighting them. "No one else was there."

Japan leaned back in his seat, placing his ankle on his opposite knee. "That's because the meeting was last month. The lights are motion sensitive so they may have been triggered when you woke up. From what I can recollect, you were there for at least two hours. During that time, I had sensed you and made my way to the meeting place. I searched around the premise and found you standing outside."

He removed his leg and placed both feet firmly on the floor, leaning both elbows on his knees. Belarus watched as Japan finally stopped grilling her. His eyes narrowed as he processed the information. "From what I can conclude," he said once more, breaking the silence Belarus preferred, "the magic 'England' used sent you to a parallel world. Aka, here."

Exasperated, Belarus moved a piece of her hair behind her ear. "You're insane."

Japan lifted his eyes upward but did not move from his position. "Magic is insane. But its also real. So just accept the fact you're stuck here. And that I will be your caretaker." She gave a dry chuckle. Japan straightened, glancing at the wall clock. "Ah, the time. I have a meeting with Feliciano and Ludwig."

Belarus turned her attention to her wristband, staring at it absentmindedly. "Good riddance."

He stood up, causing the chair to squeal against the floor. "Don't be so rude, Ms. Arlovskaya-" Japan stepped back as Belarus lashed out with her right hand. He caught it, frowning at her. "Woah there, you're still recovering."

She scowled at him, tightening her fist. "Call me Belarus for fuck's sake."

Japan sighed. "Don't you remember I said humans can't know about us? As long as you're in my world, you'll have to follow our rules."

Belarus remained silent before nodding reluctantly. She let her hand drop to her side. "…Fine. For the time being call me Arlovskaya."

He nodded in turn. "You can address me as Mr. Honda." He turned towards the door. "I'll be off now." As Japan made his way to the exit, Belarus watched him. The way he moved... She could only describe it cocky. The overconfident bastard acted as if he owned the room. Each stride, powerful. His head held high, shoulders broad...

"Don't come back," she called to him as he started out the doorway, averting her eyes.

He turned back, leaning on the doorway and giving her a teasing grin. "You know I will." As he turned again, Belarus felt as if he were insinuating something more. As if something had slipped her mind.

She glanced to the side to find the bear sitting on the chair, it's beady eyes trained on her with a playful look. A vein throbbed as she grabbed it and threw it at the door and into the hallway. "And take your shitty bear with you!" Belarus growled angrily. This bastard was going to be the end of her.

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><p><strong><em>Author's Note:<em>**

**_The introduction of 2p!Japan! It took a while to shape his character the way I wanted but hopefully I got the message through. Sorry if you got bored with all the talking! I didn't know how else to introduce it... In the next chapter, we'll be seeing a couple more 2ps!_**


	4. Sushi

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*****Warnings: Violence Mention, Blood Mention, Gore Mention, and Natural Disaster Mention.*****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p>The gravel crackled under the pressure of the tires, spraying about. A red car slowly pulled to the right, parking adjacent to the sidewalk. As the brakes were put in place, the engine purred to a stop. Japan laid his head back, taking a deep breath before looking over at the passenger seat. From his angle, he could spot dried blood on the right side of the cushion as well as on the seatbelt and door. The smell, originally similar to a jar of coins, luckily had died down a bit.<p>

Turning his head, he looked at himself from the rear view mirror. Being used to long sleepless nights, his eyes shown no bags nor signs of lack of sleep. He rearranged his hair a bit before sighing, unwilling to go at such lengths to fix himself for his companions. After placing the mirror back into place, he opened the door and slammed it shut before making his way to his destination.

He did not have to walk far to make it to the restaurant. The area in general seemed quite tranquil, a feature he had never really caught before despite coming multiple times. His view of the area usually was associated with work and world meetings, so that may have been a contributing factor to this overlooked detail. Nevertheless, he continued onward in the afternoon sun, entering the familiar establishment.

Japan was greeted with low lights and the comforting smell of the ocean. More specifically, seafood. He nodded at the hostess who curtly nodded back, letting him pass without a word. Japan wove through the tables, sending a smile to the other diners who glancing at him in confusion. They turned away after a moment, deciding it best not to question more than they needed to.

He finally made his way to a low table placed next to a window, far from the other occupied tables. Two diners occupied it, both seated across from each other and chatting lightly over dining choices. The first to look up was a dark haired redhead who's hair framed his face loosely. He smiled casually, raising his hand as Japan approached. "Ciao, Kiku. You took long enough."

Japan gave a light chuckle. "It's nice to see you too, Feliciano." He nodded towards the other, a blonde man of German background who looked up from his menu at the greeting of his first companion. "Ludwig, it's a pleasure to see you here at all." Germany frowned, clearly not amused at the comment.

Italy cracked a small smile. "I made sure he did. But I'm surprised we arrived here before you." He motioned to the seat next to him. "Here, sit." Japan nodded, accepting the invitation and taking the place next to Italy.

"I appreciate you two coming at such great lengths to be here. It must have been very sudden for me to change our plans." Japan picked up the menu, glancing over the first page. "To be frank, I enjoy this restaurant to the one we had planned before. The air out here is so much fresher than the air in the city."

Germany frowned, leaning into the table and sending a sneer Japan's way. "You only like this sushi restaurant more because we have to use chopsticks." He scoffed as Japan sent a sly grin his way. "_Fresh air_."

Japan set his menu down and placed his interlocked hands on the table. "Well, this is a wonderful time for you both to practice. After all, we're always going to Westerner restaurants and it can be such a drab after a while." He propped his elbows on the table, letting his chin rest on his fingers. "Tell me, how has your vacation in Japan been?"

Italy turned towards Japan, twisting a bit at the middle. "Oh, it's been good for the both of us. I'm just glad we were able to get some time off." He motioned towards Germany. "Without Ludwig's help, we wouldn't have been able to have this little outing."

Japan nodded, half listening as his mind wandered elsewhere. He raised his hand, calling a server over. Italy let his eyes fall on Japan and he opened his mouth only to change to a smile as a waiter came by with towels. The three took a moment to wipe their hands. After placing the rolled up towels in the middle of the table, the waiter stood patiently for their orders.

Italy and Germany exchanged glances, still unsure as to what to eat. Japan covered his mouth with his hand, hiding his amused grin. Served them right for always going to westerner restaurants. Their Japanese must have been out of practice. Japan raised his hand to the waiter, saving his friends from 'harmless embarrassment'. He glanced down at the menu, calling out what he saw was interesting.

"Ebi no nigiri to kani no nigiri onegaishimashu. Sake sashimi wo futatsu onegaishimashu. Eto... Patī no mariawose onegaishimashu."

The waiter scribbled down the order and looked up again politely. "O-nomimono wa?"

"O-mizu wo kudasi." The server nodded, walking off. He gave a satisfied smile at the two Europeans. "See what happens when we always go to Westerner restaurants?" Germany just frowned at him, upset that his pride had been hit by the Asian nation. Italy let it off with a shrug.

"So, Kiku," Italy started, "There must be another reason you had us come here. After all, it's two hours away from where we originally were." Japan smiled politely.

"Did I not say I wished to have some fresh air?"

Italy ran a hand through his hair, visibly distressed at his little choice of words. "What I mean is, I can expect this kind of thing from Ludwig, I mean, we all can," Ludwig gave a grunt of agreement. "But you, Kiku? What's really going on? You can tell us."

Japan examined both of his friends as they studied his own expression. Truly curious, these Westerners. Always wanting to know the answers to everything. Japan was the first to give, sighing.

"Alright. To put it simply, I had sensed something last night."

Italy and Germany exchanged glances, almost of relief. Germany leant forward onto the table. "So you felt it, too."

The Asian's eyes widened, eyebrows raised. His mouth parted only to close once more. Did they know about her? No... If they did he would have noticed them at the hospital. Then again, he was too occupied worrying about Belarus last night to check on the other nations in his country. The thought of killing someone after so long... Shocked him. "...What do you mean?" He asked, prying himself from his stupor.

Italy tilted his head. "So you don't know the whole story?" Japan shook his head. "We felt something last night."

"We? As in you and Ludwig?"

"We as in _all_ of us."

His eyes stared, trying to process what was just said. So... All the countries felt something. He interlocked his fingers and set them on his lap. "Please, tell me more about this 'something'."

Germany spoke up next. "We woke up last night out of no where, a strange feeling digging at us. I guess everyone felt it around midnight. A few minutes after I woke up, my brother called me to make sure I was alright. I got even more calls after that from other European countries, some I haven't even talked to in a long time."

Italy nodded. "Same here. My brothers are always busy in Italy so getting a call from them out of the blue is a surprise. Especially if it's to check on my well being."

"So everyone started checking up on everyone? I received no calls."

Italy started playing with a strand of hair. "You see, we also got calls from Asian countries saying they couldn't contact you. Apparently you weren't answering your cell, your home phone, your work phone. We felt relieved that you contacted us this morning and let them know you were alright."

Japan bit his lower lip in thought. He had left his phone in his car and had spent the whole night at the hospital. When he checked it, there were missed calls but he had over looked the number. Japan slipped out his phone. Apparently, he had more missed calls than he had originally thought.

"This is quite a surprise... I left late last night to take care of some business and left my phone in my car."

Italy raised an eyebrow. "Business? Did you sense something in _this_ country?"

Placing the phone back in his pocket, he turned to the two. "Speaking of such a matter in a public place does not seem proper. Especially when this is to be a friendly outing."

A hand slammed against the table, causing them to jump. Bright purple eyes dug into Japan's, fury seething inside them. "Honda, this isn't time for one of your little mind games. We're in a panic and you're hiding something. If that doesn't seem suspicious then what do you suppose we make of this? Do you expect us to just sit down here and eat sushi?"

Japan stared at him, poker faced, before shrugging. "Well, kind of. After all, I did order a lot of it." Germany let out a frustrated groan and face palmed. Italy let out a sigh but an amused smile danced across his lips.

A waiter came by, visibly shaking. "Is... Everything good?" Japan nodded.

"Hai. Ore no tomodachi ga tada kake o shitsurimashita. Daijōbudesukedo. Tte, tabemono wa?"

The waiter nodded rapidly, still sneaking glances at the angry German. "Shibarakuomachikudasai." He hurried off.

"Ludwig," Italy said, still trying to wipe the smile off his face, "We talked about this. Yelling doesn't always get the answers we want." He turned to Japan. "But I agree. With this kind of commotion, keeping secrets is not a wise move." The Asian stayed silent, thinking carefully on what to say. "Now being quiet is not the usual Kiku we know of. Is it really too important to tell us?"

Japan cast his eyes downward, deep in thought. Italy and Germany waited patiently, their eyes settled on him. Their wait extended so far as to when the waiter came with their food and drinks and set them on the table. The food sat there for several minutes before Japan lifted his eyes again.

"I found someone last night. A girl."

Italy, who had been drinking from his glass, dramatically performed a spit-take. The blonde man frowned, wiping the dripping substance from his face. Italy started cackling. "Kiku found a girl? That's what this was about?" He cupped his face with both hands. "Tell me! What's she like? She must be reaaaaally special if you didn't want to share."

Japan placed his hand on Italy's face and pushed him back. "Always getting hyped up when I speak about women. No, that's not what I meant. She calls herself Natalya Arlovskaya."

Germany paused from wiping his face, the napkin drooping in his grip. "You mean... The one from Belarus?" Italy's face dropped, his now lack of interest obvious.

Japan shook his head, chuckling. "She is definitely from Belarus as well as one of _us_. But this is not the Ms. Arlovskaya we are used to." He took a sip from his drink. "I caused a great deal of harm to her last night. I'm still trying to think of a way to get rid of the stains in my car."

The three sat silently. Italy took out his chopsticks from the paper wrapping, snapping them in two. "Ok, so you dragged her bloody carcass somewhere before she regenerated. Whatever for?"

Japan looked dully at the table top. "...It's not that simple... How do I explain this..." He shook his head, placing his hands together and bowing slightly at the food before snapping his chopsticks in half. "We should eat first. Before I lose my appetite."

Germany and Italy followed Japan, bowing at the food before picking sushi from the platters and putting them on their own plates. They chewed mechanically, enjoying the calm and silence as it lasted. The meal was finished soon enough, each one thinking on their own. Japan waved over a waiter, asking for the check.

"Issho," he called. The waiter came by with the check and Japan placed down the money as well as a tip. "And please put the rest in a box." The server scurried off before returning quite rapidly, packing the food for him. Japan took the box and nodded. "Gochisou sama deshita." The waiter nodded in turn before moving back towards the kitchen.

Italy stretched his arms up. "Ah, the food was quite good. I had a bit of difficulty using chopsticks so I was glad to use my hands."

Germany gave a 'hmph'. "I used them just fine." He turned again to Japan. "So, where is Natalya now?"

Japan took another sip from his drink, letting the ice clank at the bottom of the glass. "She would be quite irritated if you called her by her first name. I am only allowed to address her by her last name."

Italy scoffed. "Upset? That doesn't sound like her at all."

"Because this is not our Arlovskaya." He set down his glass, taking the box and rising. "As for where she is, she is in the hospital a few miles from here. I'll be taking these to her. Hopefully, she's calmed down a bit."

Italy stood up, wiping down his wrinkled pants. "We'll go with you. After all, one of _us_ in a hospital is quite intriguing." He looked over to Germany. "You're a specialist on our anatomy. When was the last time one of _us_ was in the hospital?"

Germany stood up, tugging the sleeves of his sweater outward. "Off the top of my head, 2011."

Japan winced visibly and Italy shot him a worried glance. "Mi dispiace... Forgot."

The Asian waved it off. "I recovered from it with all of your assistance. However, there are more pressing matters than looking to the past. Are you coming or not?"

Italy placed a hand on Japan's shoulder, as if comfortingly. "We'll follow your car. After all, Ludwig and I carpooled." Japan thought for a moment before nodding. They made their way out of the establishment, going their separate ways. No words were shared as they brought their vehicles onto the road.

The small red car was in the lead and from his rear view mirror, Japan could spy a black convertible following him. With the top down, Japan could see the Italian in the driver's seat, sunlight glinting off of dark sunglasses and hair flapping in the wind. Germany was in the passenger seat, arm against the side and staring out at the passing trees. He had a pouting expression on his face. Japan chuckled, returning his eyes to the road in front of him.

_Leave it to Feliciano to hog the wheel_, Japan thought to himself. _But it would be best for him to drive rather than Ludwig_. Just thinking about how the German would recklessly tear up his country road side upset him. He kept his mind on the wheels and the spraying of the gravel. Ms. Arlovskaya would hopefully accept their company if there was more than just him. Hopefully.

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><p><strong><em>Translations:<em>**

**Ebi no nigiri to kani no nigiri onegaishimashu. Sake sashimi wo futatsu onegaishimashu. Eto... Patī no mariawose onegaishimashu. - **_One shrimp nigiri and one crab nigiri. Two salmon sashimis. Er... And one party platter._

**O-nomimono wa? -**_ How about drinks?_

**O-mizu wo kudasi. - **_Water, please._

**Ore no tomodachi ga tada kake o shitsurimashita. Daijōbudesukedo. Tte, tabemono wa? - **_My friend just lost a bet. He will be alright. And our food?_

**Shibarakuomachikudasai. - **_Please wait._

**Issho. - **_Together._

**Gochisou sama deshita. - **_Thank you for your role in preparing this food._

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><p><strong><em>Author's Note:<em>**

**_A shout out to my friend who helped me with the Japanese, my friend who reads before I post (not a Beta Reader), and the inventors of Google (originally known as Backrub) which helped me to research the Japanese etiquette in general. For my readers, I'd like to let you know that I am looking for BetaReaders for this story. If you don't want to BetaRead, then a review would reaaaaaally help. Have a suggestion for the 2ps? Leave it in the reviews or PM me. I pretty much have a layout of what I want to do with my characters but I'm still trying to shape them just so. If I like your character, I'll be sure to mention you here. Be sure to check out my other fanfic "An End Is A Beginning" which is currently undergoing MAJOR PLOT RECONSTRUCTION. That will probably be my only fanfic with OCs since I prefer to stick to the canon buuuuut I may or may not make others. For now, that will be it- Oh wait! For those of you who didn't skip over this author's note, you get to be informed of a new fanfic I MAY be posting soon (but due to rereading it, I noticed that I need a LOT of editing due to oocness and yada yada). These are two characters that I shipped even before I shipped my OTP. Yes, they are in the Hetalia fandom and yes, they are canon characters. It will be a Human AU that I wrote a loooooong time ago so I'll have to make some modifications. That's it from me this chapter. Hope you're enjoying the story!_**


	5. Glass

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: None.*****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p><em>In a way, her eyes were already open as she slipped into her world. She took a moment to readjust to the strange lighting before remembering where she was. Natalya sat up letting her fingers dig into the soft bed covers. A large canopy shadowed the bed and the drapes were drawn close. Crawling across the Queen sized bed, Natalya pushed open the curtains and stepped into her furred slippers.<em>

_"I'm here again," she said to no one in particular. Her eyes traveled around, taking in the circular room and its familiar contents. She stopped at the wall clock, noting the time shown before walking to it. Taking a chair from the corner, she removed it from the wall and stared at its unmoving arms. Natalya turned it over, twisting the knob backwards and checking to see if the time was correctly arranged. When the short hand reached the five and the long hand reached the twelve, she stopped, letting the object rest in her hands. The second hand sprang to life, ticking away._

_Her gaze rose to the small window to her right that shed the lights of sunrise. Shuffling over, she looked out and saw the horizon in the distance, the sun peeking over the hillside. The land was painted by its rays and Natalya could only breathe in happily. She felt at home at last. Her eyes wandered and settled upon the clock in her hands, the short arm now at eight._

_A short breath, a still heart, eyes that were forced to look downward. Below her- miles below her- people walked around like ants. Somehow, she could still observe them clearly despite their blurry outlines. A smile here and there, a woman with a hair bun, a grandpa with a cane, a child with his dog. All oblivious to her. She was trapped and they did not notice her as they walked around the tower like it didn't exist._

_Isolation... Like the man on the moon. What crime did she do to deserve to get this? At first she opened her mouth to yell down to them, only to stop and close it again. What would she yell to them? Help? Get me out? There seemed to be no way to escape her confinement._

_She settled for looking back at the clock for guidance, eyebrows raised as she found two hours had slipped by. Natalya looked down at the people below and noticed a group of performers had set up and began to perform. A small smile creeped onto her face as she watched their antics, occasionally cheering them on. She loved the juggler, entranced by the way he tossed the daggers in the air, as well as the lion tamer who bravely battled the ferocious animal. However, her favorites by far were the acrobats, that moved as if gravity itself could not hold them down. As the circus departed, she sighed happily and turned back to her refined prison. _

_Slowly, she reached up to her cheeks. A smile had slipped onto her face unexpectedly. Her fingers danced on her skin, feeling around her smile. Natalya felt… Happy. Happiness slowly washed over her as she realized her smile. When was the last time she smiled? Far too long ago. She kept the smile on her face as she looked down at her other hand._

_She looked down to find the clock now signaled a new time, one close to noon. Something began digging at her as she stared at the hands. There was something wrong. Something off. Natalya gripped the sides of the clock, as if it could answer her question. The hands spun in front of her eyes, the smaller one inching towards the one and the larger one spinning. The large hand halted at the twelve and she felt… relief._

_"You've forgotten." Natalya felt a smile creep onto her face. "You've… forgotten." She let out a giggle she didn't even know she was holding back. "You've… forgotten!" Natalya danced around the room happily, the clock between her hands. It's hand flew to the two as she laughed and smiled. "It's alright!" She let herself fall onto the bed, letting the mattress cocoon her as she bounced up and down. Her laugh was hysterical and relieving. _

_Natalya turned onto her stomach. The clock now lay on her pillow, as if waiting. "You've got to move on now," she hummed happily. The timepiece seemed to hesitate before the long hand began moving once more, as quickly as before. She rested her chin on interlocked hands, accepting the warmth and comfort of the bed. Yes, now she can move on. Just like the timepiece. A smile cracked on her face as she let out another laugh._

_Then it stopped._

_She felt the smile fall from her face as the clock halted at four o'clock. Crawling forward, she tapped it gently to get it moving again. Her eyebrow furrowed as she picked it up with both hands and shook it._

_"I'm here so it doesn't need to move anymore."_

_Natalya stopped, her hands held out in front of her. Slowly, she let the clock fall against her chest and turned around. Across from her, a full body mirror revealed a woman who looked just like her, watching her pitifully. The clock fell to the covers. Natalya's eyes widened and slowly she inched forward. She swung her legs off the bed and the room around her seemed to fade away. _

_Prudently, she stepped towards the mirror and stopped a foot away. Her hands traced her own face as she saw the exact reflection of herself. A soft face, straight locks, a stubborn chin. The only difference between them was their clothing and facial expression. The one in the mirror frowned but not in an angry kind of way… More apologetic and pitiful. Natalya felt the urge to frown herself but kept up a playful smile._

_"You're Belarus."_

_The reflection gave a curt nod. "Yes." She held out a hand. "Come, Natalya. We must go."_

_Natalya shook her head, her smile remaining as if a strong hold against Belarus's frown. She let her hands swing behind her, intertwining her fingers. "Nope! Don't want to go with you."_

_"You must," the reflection replied. "You need to."_

_Natalya stepped back, shaking her head even more. Her body was visibly shaking now. "No." She turned to run but found the mirror in front of her once more. Belarus threw her hand forcibly at her. "You can't make me!" Natalya dug her hands in her hair, covering her ears and screwing her eyes shut. Her smile had been wiped from her features. "I don't want to go with you so I'm not going to go with you!"_

_"…But we're both alone."_

_A silence came between them. Natalya let her eyes open once more and saw the face of Belarus looking back at her. "We," her reflection said, "Have always been alone. And why not be alone together?"_

_Natalya let her hands fall from her head, looking up once more. She let a small smile out. "I'm sorry... I can't go with you. I'm not ready yet. Please, let me stay for a bit longer..."_

_Belarus let her eyes rest on her before sighing tiredly. Her hand fell to her side and she shook her head. "You cannot stay forever. Nothing is forever."_

_Natalya nodded, her eyes downcast. The smile played sadly on her lips. "Yes... I know..." She looked up. "I hate that all I can do is hold it off but... It's better than going now."_

_"You won't have to be alone anymore," the reflection reasoned. "You're giving yourself false hope and that's crappier than what I offer."_

_"Then I'll put up with this crap~" Natalya felt tears trailing down the corner of her eyes and the smile becoming smaller and smaller. "I... I just..."_

_The reflection tapped on the glass with the back of her fist. "I can't force you to come with me so take all the time you want." Natalya sniffled. "But if you're going to stay here, don't act so defeated. It's painful enough I have to do this every time I die, but you're the shittiest case of the bunch. You went through so much just to get here. A prison cell."_

_Natalya wiped her tears with the corners of her sleeves, perking up with a larger smile. "...Thank you but I like it here."_

_Belarus crossed her arms, a frown evident. "Don't thank me for letting you torture yourself. I can't do anything in this situation besides watch you act helplessly."_

_"Then thank you for standing by me."_

_The reflection sat on the floor, sitting folding her legs on top of each other. Natalya mimicked her but instead sitting upright as her legs were beneath her. Belarus glared at her. "...You know, we aren't the only two who are effected by your stalling."_

_Natalya chuckled to herself, feeling pleased with knowing what Belarus meant. "Yes... I hope she'll forgive me."_

_Icy blue eyes turned upward in thought, gazing into the nothingness that surrounded them. "We shall see."_

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><p><strong><em>Author's Note:<em>**

**_I HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE WITH THIS CHAPTER. I'M STILL HAVING TROUBLE WITH IT. Gladly, it has a general preview of what I want to do with the story so I'm at least thankful for that. Well, I'll let you guys muse over what is going to happen while I smooth out the plot. Hopefully. Also, expect the next chapter to come sooner than this one._**


	6. Phone

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: Coarse language and Violence mention.*****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p>Her eyes flew open as she slowly breathed in and then out. She blinked a couple times, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and trying to remember. After a moment, Belarus's memory returned to her, hazy at first but slowly clearing as she rubbed her sleep laden eyes. She was in the hospital. The bastard Japan-look alike who insisted on being called Honda nearly killed her. She dozed off soon after he left. Belarus sat up and looked over at the clock. About an hour had passed since she had fallen asleep.<p>

"It's alright…" She muttered instinctively, "You've got to move on now."

Belarus blinked a bit in surprise. It's been a while since this habit had occurred. Most likely due to the near death experience. She crawled forward and felt the front of her bed frame. Her hand made contact with a smooth, wide surface and she brought it up. The clipboard with her medical status. Eyes skimmed over the information as she flipped through the pages.

"'Treament began at 2:46 A.M… Class three blood loss… Around 2.9 liters lost… Blood transfusion will take 18 and a half hours… Release will be a day after blood transfusion is completed'," she muttered. Belarus skipped to the most recent one. "'Current status: 12 hours since the blood transfusion began. Blood transfusion has been on schedule and patient has completed 4 bags. No signs that blood type is being denied'." She tossed the clipboard to the chair, sending the small bear sitting on it to fall to the floor. "I have to stay in the hospital for two days because of that asshole."

Belarus stared blankly at the ceiling. He had left saying he had a meeting with Feliciano and Ludwig. From her memory, she could guess that those two were the other former Axis members. That air-headed Italian and the uptight German, right? But… The Japan here was a complete bastard. At least she could tolerate the one in her world. How many more bastards was she going to meet?

The door slammed open once more, ending her thoughts.

She cussed, sitting up to see her visitor had returned from his meeting. "Speak of the devil." Belarus picked up the bear from the floor and threw it at his head. He caught it casually. "You left your shitty pincushion."

Japan shook his finger. "Now, now, Ms. Arlovskaya. Speaking in front of your guests like that is impolite."

"But it's only you." Japan stepped forward to let in two other men who raised their eyebrows in surprise. He closed the door behind them and Belarus's eyes narrowed. Her hunch was correct. Before her stood the near-carbon copies of the Italy and Germany from her world. However, the way they carried themselves was… different to say the least. It was as if they were completely people. She could see it more on the Italian but if she examined Germany closely enough she could say the same for him. She turned back to Japan. "You wanted to show off the person you nearly killed? You're more insane than I thought."

He sighed. "I was expecting something more along the lines of 'oh joy, company.' But this works too." He motioned to the two men. "Feliciano Vargas, the representation of Northern Italy. Ludwig Beilschmidt, the representation of Germany." Japan nodded to her. "This is Natalya Arlovskaya, the representation of Belarus."

Italy raised an eyebrow. "But we've already met… Haven't we?" He paused for a moment, examining her the best he could from a distance. "Why are you in the hospital?" He looked over to Germany. "If Kiku harmed her, wouldn't she already have healed?"

Germany nodded in agreement, taking a seat on the window sill. "From what I know, yes, she should have." He sneered at her. "What's with the attitude?"

Japan sighed, glancing at Belarus. She just stared murderously at all of them, mostly sending daggers at her former attacker. In response, he toyed with his teddy bear. "This Belarus is not our Belarus. She comes from an alternate dimension where people like us are known as nations and they can die."

The men stared at Japan. Germany shifted in his seat. "That makes total sense."

Belarus looked over to him, disbelief scrawled across her face. "It does?"

"Of course not, I was just amusing Kiku's fantasy for a little bit. Seriously, Natalya-" His vision was suddenly clouded with white. The pillow fell from his face and into his hands. Italy started chuckling in amusement at Germany's expression whilst Japan sighed at the seething Belarus.

"She prefers to be called by her country name," Kiku explained. "However, due to the rules of this dimension, Ms. Arlovskaya has allowed us to address her by her last name. In turn, she will address us by our names."

Belarus scoffed. "The only thing I'm calling you is bastard." Japan pouted, upset his noble statement received less than satisfactory rewards. "If you really think I'm going to let you off so easily for almost killing me-"

"I don't expect you to. But I do expect you to cooperate until we find out what to do." Japan looked at his teddy bear, straightening its bow. "And if this cute toy doesn't make it up to you, I don't know what will."

Italy sighed, brushing his hair back. "Classic Kiku." He turned to Belarus. "Ms. Arlovskaya, you can address me as Feliciano. We'll try to clear this up as best we can as soon as we can."

The German huffed, throwing the pillow back into her lap. "Fine. Just call me Ludwig. If I hear any of this Mr. Beilschmidt stuff I'll feel like an old man. Being old is my brother's job." He set his hands in his lap. "But one thing has just occurred to me. If what Kiku says is true, Arlovskaya is the one that caused all the commotion last night."

Belarus raised her head, her stature stiffening. "Commotion?"

Italy nodded. "Si. There was a worldwide panic last night between the nations. Kiku has already confirmed he sensed you around the time the panic arose."

"So let's say we believe Kiku," Germany rose from his seat, standing tall. "And Arlovskaya is from another world. How did it happen?"

"I believe I said dimension." Japan turned to address Belarus. "Did you not mention Arthur was involved?"

Belarus raised an eyebrow in confusion, trying to match the name with the country. "You mean... England? Yes, he must have done something to send me here using some sort of voodoo."

"Kirkland doesn't deal with that stuff," Germany scoffed before letting his words drop. His head turned to the other two. "Does he?"

Italy shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. He prefers to keep to himself." He scratched his cheek. "Though I really wish he'd give his face a break once and a while from those smiles. It hurts to watch." Italy tilted his head towards Belarus. "He's not the only one though. The you in this world can't get enough of those fake smiles."

Belarus huffed in anger. The nerve of her in this world. Just thinking about it made her sick. On the other hand, Germany leant against the window even more. "Wait, we were just talking theoretically here-"

The redhead looked over to Germany with a stern expression. His eyelids lowered in seriousness and lips thinned. "Ludwig, I understand this must be hard to accept but I will solve all your doubts with one question." He turned back to Belarus. "Ms. Arlovskaya, could you please tell us how you feel about Ivan Braginski?"

She perked up, sitting up straight and hugging the pillow tightly. "Big Brother… I love him very much. I want to be with him but I know I shouldn't. If I could, I would, but I have proven I need to be my own person." She paused, letting her fingers dig into the covers. "I used to chase him everywhere and demand for our marriage-" Italy held up his hand, stopping her mid sentence. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the Italian looked over to the German, his expression somewhat disgusted himself.

"Do you believe it now?"

Germany's eyes were wide and he stared at her in disbelief. He rose from his seat and over to the clipboard on the chair. His fingers flipped through the papers quickly, as if trying to make sense out of what she just said. "She may be suffering from the major blood loss-"

"Ludwig."

"-The lack of blood circulation-"

"Ludwig."

"-Thus bringing forth delusions-"

"Ludwig Beilschmidt."

"-Causing this abrupt sense of sudden devo- ouch!" Italy held the clipboard firmly in his hand, taking it away from Germany's head. Germany rubbed his head slightly as Italy began to look through the papers himself.

"Hm… Damn, Kiku, you went soft on her. Usually you'd go for a clean throat cut but instead you went for the forearm." He raised his eyes to Germany again. "Ludwig, she can't regenerate or heal quickly, she refuses to be called by her human name, and we can tell she is definitely a nation. Any other objections as to why she can't be from another world?" Germany tilted his head, still unwilling to accept the theory. "For God's sake, Ludwig, she wanted to _marry_ Ivan. Blood loss can't change her that- MIRACLES can't change her like that."

Germany sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll accept Arlovskaya is from a different dimension _for the time being_. It'll be easier on all of us." Italy flashed a satisfied smile at him. He huffed. "Back to the matter at hand, what do we do now?"

Japan scratched his head. "I'm… Not entirely sure." He sent a pleading look at Italy. "I haven't thought that far. For the most part, I found it best that Ms. Arlovskaya stays at my home-"

"No," she intercepted plainly. "If you do that, I will stab you in your sleep. Repeatedly. And you will notice nothing until you wake up in the morning and find your bed stained with so much blood you'd think you just got a fucking period."

Italy sighed. "She's a ray of sunshine, isn't she, Kiku. I wish you luck in housing her."

A small smile slipped on the Asian's face. "I'd like to see you try, Ms. Arlovskaya. Though, you must note that I am in possession of your belongings." Belarus grimaced. "Please cooperate with us until we get everything straightened-" He stopped mid sentence, feeling something off. His face contorted and he took a couple steps back.

The Italian placed a hand on his shoulder. "Kiku, what's wrong?" The Asian remained completely still and Italy shook him softly at first but grew in intensity. "Hey, Kiku!"

A large hand pushed Italy aside and Germany took a closer look at Japan. He peered into Japan's eyes and put his ear next to Japan's nose. Not taking his eyes off his patient, Germany signaled for Italy to secure the area. The redhead grabbed the chair, putting it up against the door, then made his way to the curtains, pulling them close. He flipped on the light switch as Germany continued to examine Japan.

Belarus watched in confusion from her bedside as she saw the Japanese man stand completely still. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Italy sat at her bedside, patting her hand softly. Under other circumstances, she would have scared him off. But such a sudden halt… She felt a series of shivers travel up her spine and the room seemed to drop several degrees. Her breathing became uneven, as if panic were slowly building up inside of her. What was happening? Why did these two seem so calm about this? Why was she the one panicking? She had seen much worse, felt much worse. In a way, she would describe it as a ghost passing over her being but… eerier.

"This happens a lot here," Italy said softly, his voice barely a whisper. He seemed to notice her internal panic and continued to pat her hand in attempts to soothe her. "It really is frightening to see another nation like this." He turned face to face with Belarus. His eyes were completely sincere, as if trying to calm a frightened animal. "Does this happen in your world?" She shook her head slowly, extremely displeased at her uncontrollable fear. A feeling of dread continued to take over her and she felt the need to tear her eyes away from Japan. Despite the shivers she got from looking at Japan, Italy turned his attention to the frozen nation and his examiner. "When nations get as old as him, they tend to have these pauses in existence, usually when receiving an intense emotion. We call them lapses. So much time has passed them by that they sometimes forget they live. The reasoning is when you don't die and time seems meaningless, why exist?" Belarus kept her eyes on the two, silently watching. As much as she wanted to look away, she felt compelled to keep watching, as if she wanted to share in his eerie frozen-ness. "When they get like this, all we can hope is they keep breathing." Italy sent her a comforting smile which was immediately overlooked. He sighed in turned before looking back at the other two. "Besides, Ludwig is here. He's an expert on this stuff and no matter how gruff he is he does get attached easily."

"I can hear you from here."

Italy gave a giggle. "Yeah, I know."

Germany placed two fingers on Japan's neck, placing the same fingers on his other hand on his own neck. After a few moments, he let his hands drop. "All his vitals are good. He should only be out for a minute or so more."

Belarus pulled her hands on her lap, staring downward and relieved to finally have pulled her eyes away. Silently, her mind raced with questions that she didn't exactly know how to phrase. Finally, she sorted out the words she needed. "How... long would one of these things last?"

Germany took a seat on Belarus's bed as well, ignoring her look of indignation. Apparently her bed was free to be sat on. "The longest lapse we know of is about a month. But countries go into isolation quite a lot and aren't always monitored, so some could have lasted over a year, maybe several. In those cases, their vitals would drop, making them seem as if in a coma." He sighed. "These fucking pauses scare the crap out of anyone that is near by. It gives me the creeps..."

Italy patted his friend's shoulder. "Aw, Luddy. Don't be scared. Feli is here so there's no worries."

Germany pushed his face back. "Buzz off, idiot. I don't even know how I put up with you."

Italy stuck his tongue out teasingly. "You know you hang out with me because you enjoy my company~"

The German huffed. "As much as a cat loves baths."

"Perfect analogy! You'd stink without me!"

The blonde turned over to him, bringing out his right hand. The palm was up and thumb tucked in. He moved it left to right, keeping his wrist in place and an annoyed expression. "Mazzate, caryona?"

Italy burst out laughing, hugging his stomach. "Hai rotto le palle con il tuo italiano del cazzo."

"It's because you refuse to learn German!"

"'Life is too short to learn German.'"

"German isn't that hard to learn!"

"I do remember one German phrase."

"And what is that, little dumkopf?"

"'Die Schrecken der deutschen Sprache.'"

Italy laughed hysterically, clutching his stomach while Germany continued to fume. Their onlooker sighed. Extremely tired and bored of their antics, she pressed a hand against both of their backs and threw them off her bed. Italy proceeded to let out gasps of amusement, rolling around helplessly on the floor while the German picked himself up from the floor. He groaned and rubbed his head, sending glares at Belarus.

"I don't like you."

She narrowed her eyes. "The feeling is mutual."

"Glad we have an understanding." Germany sat on the floor now, not really interested in sitting on her bed again. He poked the rolling Italian on his stomach. "Oi, stop looking like an idiot."

"B-But! The look on! Y-Your face!" Italy continued laughing hysterically on the ground, his body quivering with giddiness. Germany sighed, completely annoyed by Italy's antics. The whole room seemed to let out a breath and the overbearing atmosphere from earlier lifted.

Belarus returned her attention to Japan as he took a breath and stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest. He gave a bewildered look at the chortling nation.

"I had... Another lapse?" He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Right now, there seems to be other pressing matters." Germany looked up at Japan but remained seated. "Someone else just came into my country."

Italy took one more shaking breath before patting his chest. He stood up, wiping down his pants. "One of us, I assume." He turned to Germany. "Clear the room." The German obliged, opening the curtains and placing the chair next to the bed. He sat in it for a moment before remembering Belarus. Glaring at her, he picked it up and set it next to the door instead, to listen if anyone approached.

Japan rubbed his chest. "I don't seem to recognize who it is just yet... Maybe because it was so sudden-" A vibrating sound interrupted him. He felt around in his pocket and pulled out his phone. The Asian looked up at Italy who nodded. Japan slid his thumb across the screen, setting it on speaker. "Moshi moshi."

_"Honda, it's me."_

Belarus cringed at the sound of his voice. She could recognize it anywhere, even in this foreign dimension. Despite knowing exactly who it was, she felt something different about this one. He seemed to speak softer and more concise. In her split moment of observing, she concluded that it must just be the fact that he was heard on speaker. Then again, it seemed like the one on the other line was on speaker too.

"Hello, Alfred. What is the purpose of this call?"

_"I just arrived in your country."_ Italy started exchanging glances with Germany who remained seated next to the door. "_Well, me and some others."_

Japan narrowed his eyes, turning to the window. "Oh? Who?" His voice hardened a bit, almost in annoyance.

_"The some of the members of the UN Security Council."_

The three men froze. Japan rubbed his chin, carefully considering what to say. "A pleasure to have you all here. Unexpected... but a pleasure. You do realize that a surprise visit from you caused me to have a lapse?"

_"Oh, sorry about that!"_ An alternate, but cheery, voice intervened, _"We didn't think you'd mind that much since no one could contact you!"_

Italy raised his hand to Japan, signaling he'd answer. He took the phone from Japan, holding it close to his mouth. "We told you that he contacted us."

_"Feliciano, you're there too?"_

"Of course. I'm spending my vacation here with my good friends. Isn't that right, Ludwig?" Germany grunted. "See?"

_"Oi, Kiku!"_ A third voice yelled, creating a series of banging noises in the background. _"I called you all last night! Why didn't you answer me? Or anyone else for that matter? Huh?"_

Japan bit his lip, glancing at Belarus. He remained silent. Belarus raised an eyebrow. The three of them didn't confide in her the complete story. Most likely the other Asian countries had called Japan but he had not been able to reply… Since he was busy with her.

The first voice chimed back in. _"Either way, we're already on our way to your house. I have Kirkland, Bonnefoy, and Wang Yao with me. Bonnefoy is suffering from jet lag so he fell asleep. Wang just woke up. Kirkland is as bubbly as ever. And I'm driving. Wang, stop moving the phone around, you'll get your turn."_

Italy leaned into the phone, his mouth hovering above the microphone. His eyes, however, remained rested on Japan as if questioningly. "And what about Ivan?"

_"He'll have to play catch up. Something about handling some family matters before coming to Japan."_

Italy raised an eyebrow. "Family matters?"

_"We'll talk more about it when we get to Honda's house."_

"Sorry to disappoint you but we're not there."

From the line came a screech of tires and a group of yells. The phone sounded as if it was thrown about before it was picked up and answered by the cheerful voice.

_"What do you mean you're not there~?"_

"Kiku decided to take us out for some fresh air. We're hanging out at the town near the meeting place."

_"Mhm. Alright, chaps, we'll meet you guys there!"_

"Sure-" The phone was plucked from his hands and eyes turned to Belarus as she held it to her mouth. She stood bare foot on the floor with her IV still attached to her arm. "What are you-"

"What happened to my brother?" She demanded.

_"Wait, who's-"_

Japan grabbed the phone, hanging up. He glared at Belarus before stuffing it in his pocket. "Ms. Arlovskaya, what you just did was anything but wise."

Italy raised an eyebrow before patting the Asian's shoulder. "Don't be so upset, Kiku. It's not like we were hiding-" He noticed the glare he received from his friend and removed his hand to put his hands up in a surrendering motion. "Well, you were. Anyway, what's been said cannot be unsaid." Italy turned to Belarus. "As for you, I'd think it best to lay low."

Belarus gave a humph, crossing her arms. "Why?"

"Because," Italy added in a manner of fact tone. "None of us in this world is necessarily 'evil', despite the fact that some of us- well, all of us can cause harm to each other without a guilty conscience." He glanced over at Japan who continued to glare at them. "But I wouldn't immediately put them in the 'instant friendship forever' zone either. There is no telling what may happen if word gets out there is one of us that is mortal as well as from another world."

"Are you insinuating that they'll try to kill me?" Her eyes widened as the Italian shrugged a bit.

"Maybe… Though I doubt it. Please, for now just cooperate with us and we will do our best to get you home." He placed his hands on his hips, lifting in eyebrow in a questioning manner. "That is what you want, right?"

She stared at him silently, as if trying to read what he was truly thinking. This one was most definitely not an airhead. "Fine," she replied, turning to her bed and shakily sitting down. Belarus had stood up took suddenly after being in bed for quite a while. It was a surprise to her that she didn't fall. Slipping back under the covers, she continued to keep her cold gaze on them.

After her little endeavor, Italy let out a small sigh and put up his hands in a reasoning manner. "I know this will be much to request, but try to get along with Kiku, Ms. Arlovskaya."

She stared at him in shock, looking between the Mediterranean man and the Asian."Hmph! That bastard?"

Japan waved his hand at her. "I'm still in the room."

"And you're still getting on my last nerves." Italy gave her a pleading look, almost expectant. He seemed to have a higher standard of her than most… "I will tolerate him. But 'getting along' is no where near to what I plan to do."

"Will you at least not stab him in his sleep?" She crossed her arms once more, firm on her answer. "...Kiku, I think it would be best you let her stay somewhere other than your home. Better yet, don't let her know your address."

Japan shrugged nonchalantly. "She could stay with you two."

Germany and Belarus made eye contact with one another before turning their attention to the Italian. "No," they recited in unison.

Their host sighed, leaning over to pick up the bear he had dropped during his lapse. "Very well, I'll set up some reservations at a hotel. We'll transfer you there upon your release."

"I can deal with that."

Italy brought his hands together in relief, happy that they had come to a resolution. "Then it's settled." He turned to the other two. "Alright then, we should go now you two."

She looked at them confused. The German stood up and Japan wiped the last bit of fluff from his bear. "...Where are you three going?"

"To meet up with our visitors." He pushed the shoulders of the two nations, coaxing them to the doorway. Neither complained. "And make up something along the way~ Bye, Ms. Arlovskaya~"

"Hey, wait-" But they were out the door with a wave of Italy's hand. The door shut and she was once again alone. She let out a frustrated groan before smacking her head back onto the pillow. Her eyes trailed over the cracks in the pristine white ceiling, trying to process everything that was told to her. "At least I can think properly without them blabbering," she muttered to herself. "But…"

Her mind flipped back to that moment of fear and confusion. Those lapses… Why did they scare her so much? And these nations, why were they so different? How come they could regenerate? Why did they keep their nation status a secret? She took a deep intake of air before forcefully letting it out. Repeatedly, she breathed this way until she came to a… somewhat relaxed state. But one thought in particular festered in her mind, prodding her repeatedly.

_What made our worlds so different?_

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><p><em><strong>Translations:<strong>_

**Mazzate, caryona?- **_Want to be beaten, asshole?_

((From these links . #axzz38pqSibik

curse_and_swear/italian))

**Hai rotto le palle con il tuo italiano del cazzo.- **_You broke my balls with your shitty Italian._

**Life is too short to learn German.**

_-Quote from Oscar Wilde_

**Die Schrecken der deutschen Sprache.- **_The Awful German language. ((A speech given by Mark Twain. In German. Iroooony.))_

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><p><em><strong>Author's Note:<strong>_

_**And another chapter done! It's suuuuuper long, much longer than I expected, and not really corrected. Sorry about that! School is coming up and I still have to complete my summer reading so that's a big set back. Not to mention all this other stuff I have wrought upon myself… Anyway! Correction to the new story I'd be posting! I will not be doing the original Human!Hetalia AU I said i would since it needs AN UTTER PLOT CHANGE. Instead, I'll be working on another Human!Hetalia AU with lots of angst and such. Exciting~ In other news, I still… don't have a plot… for An End Is A Beginning. I will try to get it to work but maaaan these times are hard. Uh… I guess that's it? Oh! I would like to thank the internet for translations and will be updating the character profiles on my profile. Also, feel free to do the poll on the top of my profile page. It'd reaaaaally help. Ok, until next time!**_


	7. Mirror

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: Blood and violence mention.*****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p>In Minsk, the daylight had just begun flooding into the land. One man sat in the living room, his hand ruffling through his hair in a frustrated manner. His tall stature was stooped over, his red eyes heavy from lack of sleep. He rose once more, going down a corridor. He stopped in front of a closed door, reaching his gloved hand forward but retracting after a moment.<p>

"I... Really shouldn't. But..." His eyes widened as he heard a tortured moan from inside. He threw open the door, looking towards the bed and the two figures laying on it: one completely engulfed by the blanket and the other fast asleep. Brow furrowed, he stalked over to the bed and pulled the second woman upwards.

"Wake up!" The woman shook awake, her eyes flew open and she looked around to settle her gaze on her brother. She blinked a couple times, letting the haze of sleep drop off.

"Ivan, you are not to talk to me in that tone, do you understand?" She cuffed him on the side of the head and he dropped her, rubbing his struck ear. "Speaking to your Big Sister in such a way. It's insulting!" The woman crossed her arms, sneering at him. Her violet eyes glimmered intensely. "Now, speak to me in a polite manner!"

The man, the representation of Russia, grimaced a bit but used to this type of battery. "I apologize, Yekaterina... It's just, you didn't report to me for the last two hours I began to get worried..." He then turned angrily toward her, his red eyes flaring. "What do you think you're doing? We're here for a reason and-"

Another groan came from the bundle and both tore their gazes from each other. Ukraine crawled over to her, pulling the blanket from her face. "Natalya, how are you feeling?"

Inside the blanket, a girl let her eyes open to slight slit, the fuchsia of her irises barely showing. Her eyes crashed closed once more and she let out another groan. "I... This shouldn't be..." She groaned once more and Ukraine rubbed her arm. Belarus looked over at Russia, her face twisting in distaste. "You're... Here? I thought... I told you not to come."

Russia frowned sadly. "I was worried about you. I had been waiting in the living room, waiting for Yekaterina to tell me what's happening."

Belarus growled at him before turning over. "If I wasn't like this, I would throw you out..."

Ukraine shook her head, rubbing her sister's arm and glaring at Russia. "You should have stayed in the living room." She turned back to Belarus. "I don't know what's wrong with you. It may be stomach cramps but you're not clutching your stomach. I don't know what's happening."

"I'm... Not in pain..."

Ukraine and Russia raised their eyebrows. Russia leaned forward. "Why didn't you tell us that?!"

Belarus looked over at the wall, her eyes spacing out. "It's like... I'm wrestling for existence..." She let out another groan before turning her attention to her brother. "Now... If you don't mind, I want you to leave."

His eyes widened in distress before he frowned in turn and spun on his heel. "Fine. I had to leave for a trip to Japan anyway. Something's amiss there, not that you care. You know, Security Council business." He stomped to the doorway, stopping a moment. "I hope you get better."

"Wait."

At the sound of her voice, Russia turned around, his eyes widened in expectancy. "Natalya, what is it?" Belarus slowly sat up in her bed. Her eyes seemed glazed over, cloudy, as if something else had taken over her. The air around her seemed distant, otherworldly.

"I... Need to go with you."

Ukraine held up her hand. "Natalya, you aren't well-"

"I need to go!" She wrestled to her feet, throwing the blanket off her. Belarus stumbled forward a bit, but regained her balance. Shakily, she forced herself to make her way to Russia and looked up at him with her cloudy, determined eyes. "Take me with you, Big Brother."

Russia looked down at her in surprise. His frown stood firm for but a moment before quivering. A sniffle came from him and the corners of his eyes started welling up with tears. He stepped forward, pulling Belarus into a hug. "You called me Big Brotherrrrrrrr!" She grimaced as he wailed in her ear, only. "I'm so happy! Of course I'll bring you to Japan with me!"

Ukraine crawled across the bed. "Hey, she shouldn't go-"

Russia glared at her, teeth bared. "Stay out of this! You just want to ruin our brother-sister bonding!" He nuzzled the side of Belarus's head. "You get your luggage and we'll go right away!" Russia let her go, starting for the door. "I already finished packing! My luggage is in the car so we'll go as soon as you're ready!"

The door slammed shut, leaving the two sisters together. Ukraine frowned looking at Belarus's back. Her eyebrows were furrowed and mouth in a slight frown. "Are you sure you want to go, Natalya? You aren't well."

"I will go," she stated plainly. Her voice seemed other worldly, completely void of her usually cherry disposition. Ukraine swung her legs off the bed, reaching out for her sister with fingers outstretched. As if sensing the action, the Belarusian turned at that moment to her closet, coming out of reach. "Thank you for coming," she continued. "But I must get ready."

The older sister sat on that bed, watching her little one bring out a large duffel bag and pull clothes from her dressers. They were silent as she finished her packing, dumping the bag on the floor. Eyes looked up and Ukraine climbed off the bed as Belarus fixed it. "I'll need to change," Belarus commented as she finished the bed and made for the closet once more.

Taking a hint, Ukraine walked cooly to the door, pulling it ajar before halting. "I don't want you to go." Her soft voice was barely audible but in the dead silent room it resonated clearly.

Belarus paused from her tasks, looking to her sister with a chilling light. This low light alone escaped the cloudiness that drowned her eyes. "We haven't done anything you wanted us to in a long time. Why start now?" Ukraine gripped the doorknob strongly, throwing it open and slamming it shut with passion. Somewhat satisfied, Belarus smiled. It had been a long time since she had been rude, said something without caring how the other would feel, said something that made her feel good inside. She felt refreshed, rejuvenated. Did the other her feel this way then? Free?

She blinked, looking down at the sweater in her hand. Other... her? Wherever did she get an idea like that? The pains came once more and she gasped in surprise, leaning on the closet's doorframe to keep from falling to her knees. Closing her eyes, she felt as if something was gently suffocating her, clasping their hands around her neck and wringing it softly.

_You are the only Belarus_, the voice echoed, _no one else can take that away from you._

No. No one could take that away from her. Bringing herself to her feet and pulling on her change of clothes, Belarus looked to a small mirror that barely fit her whole face. She smiled to her reflection, the clouded veil over her eyes growing stronger.

"I am the only Republic of Belarus. And I will eliminate all impostors."

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><p>At the edge of the rural town, an old farm stood, as it had for centuries. The farm, simple in every way shape or form, currently had several crops freshly planted. The only way one could differentiate the farm area and the surrounding forest was the rickety gate that encircled the small plot of land. Despite its humble appearance, the farm seemed to be very popular with tourists.<p>

The sun had yet an hour to touch the horizon when a large van, dark blue in color, pulled up to the gate. The windows had been rolled up and the only things made out from the black tinted glass were four silhouettes. The driver rolled down the window, looking out at the small farm house. He pressed the horn gently twice, leaning on the sill and letting the sunlight splinter against his sunglasses.

The door to the small farmhouse creaked ajar, a small child peeking it. His bangs fell over his eyes and he took a moment to brush them away. The door escaped his grasps and the child would have tumbled if his father had not caught him. From any view point, the man and his child were an exact replica of one another. The only difference being age. The child was placed on the ground and the man looked over to the gate, making his way to the awaiting car.

Without a word, he opened the gate, sliding it open and stepping aside. The van inched forward, going in as much as it needed to so the gate could be closed once more. As it came to a close, the driver's window came down and the man approached, glancing back at his home to see his wife, a woman of average beauty, standing with their child in her arms. The man with brown hair and dark sunglasses pulled his head out, looking at the one who let them in.

"It's been a while, NN," the driver greeted.

A voice rang out from behind him. "Oh, Alfred, it's not been that long. Only a month has passed!" A man with bright blonde hair pushed America aside, peeking over his shoulder with a smile. "Hello, Niko Niko!" Niko Niko visually tensed. "Ah! Sorry, chap! It's Hajime now, right? Hajime Wakahisa?"

The former country made no sign to confirm it and instead acted as if he had heard nothing from the Englishman. "Arthur. Alfred. Who else came with you?"

"Francis and Wang Yao." Niko Niko tensed, realizing that the top Security Council members were present. Not noticing or deciding not to, England looked through the front windshield onto the ground. Tire tracks covered the ground, going through the farm and behind the household. "I'll assume they got here before us?"

Another nod. "Yes. You know where to go." The Japanese man turned, returning to his family without another word.

America watched the man go before looking back at the passenger's seat's occupant. "You know we don't call him by his country name. What were you thinking." England shrugged at that rhetorical question, a mischievous grin playing on his features. Sighing at the older nation's mocking silence, America rolled up the window only to catch a glimpse of Niko Niko returning inside with his family. His wife's gaze looked curiously at the car as she always did before turning her eyes to her silent husband. He coaxed them inside wordlessly, refusing to turn once more. As the door closed, America hmphed, switching the gears and driving through the farm.

The trip continued in silence, seeing as Francis and Wang Yao had fallen asleep about an hour before, with small bumps here and there. As they reached the end of the farm, a dirt path revealed itself betwixt the trees. Taking that road, the van jerked slightly as it began its path through the wilder route. Trees surrounded them like infantry and America frowned before taking his hand of the wheel to wave to England.

"Hey, wake up the other two, will ya. We'll be there soon and groggy grandpas ain't going to do much for the Security Council motif." England chuckled, procuring an angry frown the other. "What the hell is that for?"

England looked to his former colony, a kinder light in his eyes. "You always act that way when you think no one but me is paying attention." He received a growl in response. "Oh, pish posh, I won't say anything to anyone else. That'd only make you stop."

"Just wake them up."

With a smile, England turned around in his seat, prodding the knee of the Asian nation. "Wang Yao~" China replied with a moan, turning over to France. The Brit prodded his knee once more. "If you don't wake up, I'll cut your hair~"

"I'm up!" China exclaimed, sitting up right and glaring at England. "You will not touch my ponytail, do you understand? You and your assimilation..."

"Aw, but it'd look so good on you," England retorted with a pout. "It wouldn't hurt for a little snip snap?" He paused, looking over at America. "Now that I think about it, your hair is-"

"Boston. Tea Party." America's voice carried an edge to it. "That was the last time you told me what to do."

"Well, actually-"

"The LAST. TIME." His volume rose steadily throughout the statement, enforcing the finality of the subject. America jerked the wheel, causing all the surprised riders to jump in their seats. Even the slumbering France was shaken awake, his eyes blinking away the dreams. He looked around him, frowning slightly.

"Woah there. What happened?"

"On our way to the meeting house," England replied cheerily, having recovered from the sudden turn. "Kiku will meet us, as well as Feliciano and Ludwig." The blonde put a finger against his lips. "They'll be telling us what happened last night~"

"There's also that weird voice." China looked worriedly out the window at the passing trees. His brow furrowed and thoughts strayed to his younger brother.

France crossed his arms in confusion. "Weird voice?"

"We called them and they said to meet us here," America reported. "They hung up the phone when someone else butted in. They're definitely hiding something."

The car grew silent once more and they finally came into an enormous paved parking lot. Only two other cars had been parked in the area. America pulled up to the right of the red vehicle, turning off the engine and stuffing the keys into his pocket. In silence, the group exited the car. America lead the way with China close behind as they tread up a dirt path framed by stones. France started to follow but stopped as he found England examining the car, a knowing grin on his face. Despite the urgency they felt at getting to the meeting, France walked back, looking through the window himself.

"What are you looking for, Angleterre?" The Brit let out a small chuckle, not removing his eyes from the car's interior.

"Since your eyesight is failing you, try giving it a whiff." France felt his frown deepen. "I'm telling you to use the senses you do have. You have a better sense of smell than most. Use it." Hesitating for a moment, France put his nose closer to the barely cracked car window and sniffed. He immediately recoiled, covering his nose. England smiled. "So you did smell it."

"That's..."

"Blood. Yes." He rose from his position, turning to France. "I wasn't so sure at first but you confirmed it." He clasped his hands together, pulling France out of his stupor. "Now! Let's go interrogate the suspects shall we? We shouldn't let questions fester too long."

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><p><em><strong>Translations:<strong>_

**Angleterre- England**

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><p><em><strong>Author's Note:<strong>_

_**Finally posted! We now introduce new characters! There will probably be a couple more but here we are! Such suspense~ Next chapter we'll show the meeting. Again, sorry I've been holding up so long. I've been caught up with school, especially now that I'm a club president and I have plan a little too big for my short self. ****Plotting is still killing me for "An End Is A Beginning" yet ideas are absolutely abundant. Words can be so hard. Yippee. Now, thanks to my beta reader as well as my friend who helped with choosing Niko Niko's name! Until the next posting, feel free to review!**_

_**Edit: I found some errors so I came back to fix them. **_


	8. Keys

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: Blood mention, Violence.*****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p>The meeting house, in the setting sun, proved to be much less intimidating an edifice than it appeared to be at night. The walls were a pale orange and the door towering, though not large enough to be taller than the surrounding trees. At the front door, a series of steps led up to its entrance. Germany sat on the lowest step, plucking blades of grass and tossing them aimlessly to see where they would land. Utter boredom was written all over his face.<p>

Japan and Italy, on the other hand, seemed to be holding themselves in deep thought. Each looked down, eyes glazed in inquisitive passion. The Italian's eyes rested on the door of the building after traveling about aimlessly. He felt his eyes widen ever so slightly upon noticing it to be ajar. Due to there not being any other way to get in from the outside except through Japan's access code, the doors must have been opened from the inside.

He looked over to Japan to bring this up but saw the Japanese man rise and look down the dirt road. Italy pushed himself off the wall, kicking a piece of gravel at Germany to pay attention. The blonde looked up, huffing in annoyance and rising, all the while his hands remained in his pockets.

Up the trail came four of the five permanent Security Council members, also known as the former Allies of World War 2. America and China took the lead while the other two took the rear. America stopped them a few feet away, nodding at Japan.

"Glad to see you're alive, Honda," he greeted. The Japanese man nodded in reply.

"A pleasure to be alive. I had not known my appearance would cause such a ruckus." He started towards the meetinghouse entrance. "Please, may we step inside?" Japan started for the door but America raised his hand.

"There's no need for that. We'll be in and out before you know it. We just want to ask a few questions about where you were last night." America's eyes peeked over the sunglasses almost glaringly. His ever-present frown did nothing to take away from his intimidating features.

Japan stood still before nodding. "Very well. We shall stand out here." His gaze flashed strangely at the request. "Ask your questions and I shall answer them."

China scoffed. "If you're the only one answering the questions, why are those two here?"

"We just want to make sure you don't do anything to him. Besides, you're one to talk." Germany had an edge to his voice, almost tempting them to try something. The Italian sent him a disapproving frown, patting him on the shoulder. In response, the other pulled away but took the hint to say nothing more.

A smile cracked upon England's face followed by a dark chuckle. He pushed his bangs out of his face, his stance loose and dangerous. "Don't worry, lads! We just plan to answer a few questions." His eyelids drooped. "Although, if the situation escalates, we may have to take some drastic measures." England seemed to have more to say but America waved his hand in finality.

"Enough of this chit chat. Let's get down to business." He turned to Japan once more. "You will be the only one asked. No beating around the bush when answering. And if we have any cause to, we will stay here until we get to the bottom of this. Clear?"

"Crystal." America then examined Italy and Germany.

"You two will not say a word. If you want to stay, it will be as third party observers. Any interference will result in both of you being kicked out of this country and kept in your own until this panic is fully investigated." He pushed his sunglasses upward. "Comprende?"

They nodded, though not without a glare. The American looked to France. "Record the meeting on your phone, will you."

Obliging, the Frenchman pulled out his phone. For a moment, he just stared at it, mind whizzing and brow furrowed. He tapped the screen several times, his bewilderment growing. With a groan, America rubbed his forehead and snatched the phone. France frowned at him. "You should treat your elders with more respect."

A vein bulged. "Not my fault your old age is getting to you."

With a huff, France crossed his arms. "I'm not done in yet! There are plenty of years left in me!" America just shook his head, handing back the phone and turning to England.

"You record."

"Aw, but I want to question." The Brit batted his eyelashes with a pouty face. "Please?"

"Fuck it, fine," he responded, furiously bringing out his phone."I'll record, Kirkland interrogates, Honda answers. Everyone else, shut up."

"Yay!" England moved towards Japan, a cheerful smile on his face. "Alright, Kiku, no dilly dallying, ok?"

The Japanese man scoffed. "You seem to be the one 'dilly dallying'."

Eyebrows raised, England continued. "Very well then." He let his fingers intertwine behind him as he circled Japan, almost like a tiger. The interrogated kept his eyes forward, not fazed by the intimidation tactic. "Kiku Honda, what happened to you at midnight last night?"

"I woke up in my bed. I had felt something strange so I left my house for a drive. The fresh air seemed like it would help and the countryside has much of that. I drove out to the countryside. However, I lost track of time and ended up here." His voice was smooth as he gave his testimony. His face was clear of any signs of guilt. Most of this was true anyway, so he had no reason to feel guilty.

England continued to circle but now changed direction, his eyes digging into Japan's figure. "And why did you not answer your phone? Not call your family?"

Japan's gaze shifted to China. "I saw no reason to. I prefer to keep to myself after all." China looked away, his hands clenching into fists. "As for the phone business, my cell phone died and before I could plug it into the car battery, it fell between the seats. I didn't want to get it. So even if I did want to call them, I couldn't."

"Then why are your dear friends Feli and Lud here?"

Japan finally turned his eyes to England, who had stopped his circling to stand to his right. The setting sun sent shadows across the interrogators' face. "I scheduled a meeting with them today. It would be rude not to tell them our meeting changed locations. I contacted them over a pay phone."

"Why didn't you go back then?"

"I came out to get fresh air and fell asleep. I was too lazy to drive back. Plus, the fresh air would benefit them, too."

England's smile seemed to widen in amusement. "One more question and then our interrogation will end." His eyes narrowed in confidence. "Why is there blood all over your passenger seat?"

Everyone seemed to tense up. America moved to speak but England held up a hand to stop him. "If you got harmed, there wouldn't be so much blood, now, would there? You would have healed immediately and of course you wouldn't want the icky stuff all over your car. Leather and blood don't mix well, you know?" He looked over to Germany. "Dear kraut, you know Japan personally as well as the whole medical history of nations off the top of your head. Tell me, does this situation make sense?" Germany said nothing, responding with a stern stare. England let out a huff before turning back to Japan. "Well?"

Japan cracked a small smile, cradling his forehead with his hand. "Ah, I've been caught. I had hoped you'd overlook the blood in my car but you didn't." He lifted his head. "I found a nation in my country and came out here to retrieve them. The oddest thing, really, because I attacked them and they did not heal. Strange, isn't it? So I had tried to take them to a hospital but they attacked me and escaped. But, surprisingly, I cannot find them. I had hoped to keep it a private matter-"

Japan found a hand at his neck and an enraged Brit at the other end "News flash, Kiku, you're a fucking liar." England lifted his eyes to Japan's and it's a wonder how he did not shudder. "We all know new nations are as sturdy as oaks. They heal in no time flat, even faster than world powers. No matter what you did to them, they couldn't have needed to get to the hospital." England tightened his grip. "Besides, the moment that nation came into being, you would have been flopping around in agony."

England brought his intimidating smile closer. "You were an empire. You know what happens when a new country is created. It hurts like hell." He released his grip, looking at all of them. "We all know what I say is true." His gaze stared deeply at them before America stepped forward.

"Kirkland." His eyes flashed. "You may have been big back then but know your place now." He looked over to Japan, the last rays of sun glinting off his sunglasses. Any moment now, the daylight would be gone. "It's getting late and apparently this investigation will take longer than usual. You will set up places for us to sleep. Understood, Honda?"

Japan rubbed his neck, surprised at the sudden attack yet... Not. He turned upwards with an obedient expression. "Of course." He moved for his phone but America grabbed his arm.

"Know that this is not a private matter."

"Why?"

"Because they're back."

Japan's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before turning up. "They...?" His eyes widened and fear struck across his features. "You don't mean..." He trailed off, his question obvious.

France stepped in, forehead wrinkled in disapproval. "I am not sure we should share. The five of us must give our approval to reveal this information."

"Then Red shouldn't have been so slow." America looked at the other two. "Do you find this the right time? Because I do." France and China remained silent, their eyes shifting in uncertainty. England kept his gaze firm, giving a small shake of his head. "Fine then." America shot his attention back to the former Axis where Germany checked Japan's breathing and Italy shared his attention between his companions and the interrogators.

"We," the American started as cooly as possible, "Will share more of the matter during our next meeting."

Germany's head shot up, having finished Japan's examination. "What do you mean 'during our next meeting'? Why can't you tell us now?"

"Because protocol. That's why." America set his hands on his hips. "If you have a problem with it, don't bother coming."

"I won't."

Italy stepped forward. "Lud-"

"Fuck this, I'm leaving." Germany made his way from the group, not caring for the stares the Allies set on him. "Don't look for me." He walked into the trees, each step muffled by the sounds of night approaching. Italy looked after him with an exasperated face before turning to America.

"We are carpooling. May I have permission to leave as well?" The American glanced over to the other nations and they gave their silent approval. "Grazie-"

"Feliciano," England intercepted as the Italian began to dash. "You do realize that you and Ludwig must assist in locating this new nation."

"Of course," he nodded hurriedly. For a moment, Italy paused before opening his mouth, pausing, and opening it again. "Mr. Kirkland?"

"Yes?"

"What will you do with the new nation?"

Something dangerous sparkled in the Brit's eyes as he answered. "Why, we can't have unstable nations, can we? Not with this... Predicament Alfie was speaking of. If the nation cannot be trained... Then we have no other choice." The smile fell and his eyes dulled.

"We'll have to dispose of them."

Italy did not reply, shocked into silence. Instead, he nodded and made his way to the path. In the back of his mind, he knew that the Allies's eyes were digging into his disappearing figure. Italy felt a bit guilty leaving Japan behind but he believed Japan knew what he was doing.

As he came through the path and into the parking lot, he noticed Germany leaning against the side of the car, frowning. Italy gave a small grin in amusement, jangling his keys at the other. Germany held out his hand only to receive a shake of the head. His tongue shot out in anger and he climbed into the passenger seat, crossing his arms.

Italy seated himself in the car, closing the door but not starting the engine. He twisted his body to Germany with a clever smile. "Now, that was clever of you to do."

"No idea what you talk about." Germany's eyes stayed forward, a frown on his face.

"Aw, don't act like that!" The redhead gently pushed the other's shoulder. "You knew someone had to keep watch on her!" No response. "And I thought you didn't like her."

"I don't." The blonde finally turned his purple eyes to him. "I'm doing this because I know who they are talking about."

The strange curl on the side of his head lifted in interest. "Oh? Who?"

Germany seemed to let his face fall before looking back at the windshield. "Let's get back. It's going to be dark."

Italy's eyebrows angled downward in anger. "I will not start this car until you tell me."

"No."

The Italian shook the paler man. "Teeeeeeeelll meeeee!"

"I said nein, Gott in Himmel!" He pushed Italy back into the driver's seat. "Now start this car now or I will drive the damn thing."

Huffing, the Italian turned to the wheel and ignited the engine. He flicked the lights on, backing out and starting to the hidden path through the forests. Darkness fell now and Italy made his way carefully through the trees.

"Ludwig?" Italy started. "Should I be afraid? Of what Alfred wants to tell us?"

Germany said nothing, his head turned to the enshadowed foliage that surrounded them. "Honda is a clever bastard."

"What?"

"He intended for them to find the blood." Italy almost dared a glance but knew the path was too dangerous for such a careless action. Instead, he tapped his right hand on the wheel for Germany to continue. "Think about it. Natalia-"

"Ms. Arlovskaya."

"Whatever. She said that Kirkland is the reason she ended up here. Honda is beating around the bush because he can't just tell Kirkland straight out we have someone from a parallel world. He's trying to have them figure it out by themselves." The bigger man let out a sigh. "But now knowing _they_ are out there... We'll have to work fast."

"Ludwig."

"What."

"I don't know what they you're talking about."

"Then you'll have to wait for the next meeting."

Italy took his hand off the wheel to push Germany and glided through the rest of the trees. "You'll have to be the one with Arlovskaya."

He grunted. "As if petty hatred is going to prevent me from doing the right thing. Sadly, she's getting released tomorrow. I'll have to tell her everything."

As they came to the gate, the former country emerged from his household and opened the gate. While he did so, Italy looked over at Germany with a smile. "Aw, Luddy is warming up to our ice princess."

"As if." Niko Niko looked at them and Italy nodded in gratitude. He started to pull out of the farm but the man tapped on his window. Italy stopped and rolled it down.

"Si?"

Niko Niko kept a stern face, as if rethinking his action before looking up again. "I would like it if you and your people stay away from the meeting house for a while."

To this, the Italian raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? If it's a bother then I guess the rest of us that when they come through."

The Jap nodded and began to walk away. "Hajime, get back here." He stopped and turned, seeing the blonde staring straight at him. "You've seen them around here?" No response. Germany narrowed his eyes before nodding. "Very well. Keep your family safe."

"Of course."

The former nation turned, his back to them. Italy watched as he faded back into the house and finally turned his head to the road. They set off through the darkness, only the noise of gravel filling the silence.

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**Grazie _- _**_Thank you_

**Nein _- _**_No_

**Gott in Himmel **_**- **God in Heaven**  
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**_ Another chapter up! I decided to tweak the plot to have a bit more action than I originally planned. Aka "they". Well, school has been after me but I am fending it off quite well. The updates will stay as stated but if I have time I might throw in some other stuff here and there. Writing wise, I might see if I can take requests here. If not, feel free to send the requests to my main tumblr account and I will get to them to the best of my ability. Alright, thank you to my beta reader and my current readers! With your support, writing this fanfiction is even more fun! Reviews are welcome, as always! Thank you!_**


	9. Files

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: Foul Language, Violence. *****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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Belarus had never been happier to _not_ see someone.

The rest of her time in the room had been peaceful and the nurses had even taken away the damn bear. As for her treatment, it went smoothly as every few hours they would change her blood bags. The medical workers sometimes looked over at her with confusion, surprise even. She responded with a blatant stare, not really interested in their presence as they were with hers.

Normally, she'd be glad to stay in the little room alone but with time abundant and problems present, her mind began wandering again. Her thoughts never strayed from the circumstances which brought her here and the distress she felt upon hearing of misfortune falling her brother. She would replay the message in her head, sometimes rephrasing words and others times altering the tone or pauses. In either case, by this time the messaged was morphed beyond recognition. That was always the case when one thought too deeply on things.

The nation ground her teeth before shoving the pillow over her face once more. It had been a day since the other nations' visit and her release was eminent. When the treatment was completed, she had tasted freedom before hearing a third party would have to check her out. Belarus began to argue then stopped, remembering the promise to return to her world as long as she complied. Home was within her grasp and she could not release it just yet.

She removed the pillow from her face, looking to the window across from her. The sun signaled late afternoon and the light danced across the landscape. She felt herself smile a bit before sitting up and stretching. Why should she worry so much? It's strange, really. Everything really was-

Belarus's smile dropped and she smacked her cheek, returning her to reality. Was she sleeping again? No, this was skin under her fingertips. She couldn't afford to lose her sanity here of all places. Then again, everyone was insane at one point or another.

Her train of thought became interrupted as the door opened. She glared at the visitor, ready to send a barrage of insults until he raised his hand and threw a package into her arms.

"Change into that," Germany commanded sternly before leaving once more. As he closed the doorway, Belarus barely had time to mutter a single profanity. She grumbled to herself, settling for looking inside the package.

Inside, a whole attire had been prepared for her. It was not _her_ attire but at least it wasn't this crappy hospital gown. She stood and drew the curtains, changing into it as quickly as possible. Finished, Belarus looked around for a reflective surface before shaking her head. She had examined this room so many times already. Instead, she pieced together what she could from her natural line of sight and touch: a cream cardigan that ended at her mid thigh, an alabaster shirt underneath which hugged her torso just so, and dark jeans that had the stiffness of any recently store bought denim. The bag had also prepared a pair of flats and a chiffon newsboy hat which had she put on with confusion. In her mind, the Japanese man had dressed her up like a doll and if he were present, he'd feel her immediate disapproval.

A knock came from the door. "Are you done yet?"

"No," she replied to spite him.

"Hurry it up. We've got places to go."

"As if I'd go anywhere with an asshole like you."

"Would you prefer I call Honda to drag you out there? I'm not sure he'd be as polite."

Belarus frowned for a moment before pulling the door open. She narrowed her eyes at him as he squinted at her attire. "If anyone were to do something like that," she threatened, "I would skin them with my bare hands and use them for doormats."

"Great imagery," he replied curtly. "But I wasn't interested in the first place." Germany stared at her attire for a couple more moments before muttering under his breath.

"What?" Belarus interjected.

"It's pretty damn creepy how well Honda can tell clothing sizes." He shook his head and moved down the hallway. "Come on. You've been in that room way too long for my liking." Finding he wouldn't turn back, she followed reluctantly, her shoes clacking against the linoleum floors. No words passed between them and they made their way out of the hospital.

The fresh air hit her and she took a deep breath, letting out a grateful sigh. Germany glanced back at her in annoyance and grabbed her arm. She pulled away, teeth bared at him. He sighed.

"Listen, I need to keep an eye on you because the situation's changed." She scoffed at his statement and he turned her to him. "Listen to me, Arlovskaya, do you honestly think I would be here if I didn't feel I needed to be? Well, I am here and if I let you out of my sight something you do might fuck up this world so much there's no way you'd be able to escape. This has become very serious." He gripped her wrist. "Now don't stray off."

She pulled her hand out of his grip, smacking his hand away when he reached for her again. "I am not a child, _Ludwig_. I can handle things myself." The German frowned but nodded, signaling her to follow him once more.

"I can't believe we had to walk." She only received a grunt in reply. The last thing Belarus expected was being cramped in an elevator with the German know it all after an hour's walk to the hotel. They kept to either side of the metal box, Germany taking the side closest to the buttons and Belarus on the other. The repetitive and annoyingly cheery elevator music did nothing to help the situation.

Belarus settled with leaning her head against the cool metal wall, staring at her metallic reflection. She could see Germany doing the same, though also glancing at the buttons in impatience. Turning her attention back to herself, she thought about the last hour they spent walking there. He refused to give any explanation other than the occasional mumble about how the Italian would not let him have the keys and the lack of cabs and buses. The German didn't make any effort to start conversation either so they kept in silence.

Curiosity, however, still burned inside of her. What had happened? Was her brother alright? The brother from this world, anyway. What about the Security Council? Did something happen there? And, despite her still present anger and hatred of her attacker, what had happened to him?

No matter how much these questions burdened her, she refused to speak them aloud. As the elevator finally pulled to the stop and the doors opened with a ding, Germany was the first to make his way out. She tsked at him as she followed once more. His steps were rushed and she wondered what had happened to "I can't let you out of my sight?" Not that she was complaining that much.

At the end of the hall, Germany came to a halt and turned to his right almost mechanically, fumbling with the inside of his jacket before pulling out the card key. Sliding it over, it clicked and he pushed the door open, looking to Belarus so she would enter first. She stuck her nose up at him and went in, but not without shoving him aside slightly as she entered. Her animosity towards him clearly hadn't left her and he just huffed before closing the door behind him.

This was more like a suite then a run of the mill hotel room. In front of her, she found a small living area with a couch and two arm chairs as well as a coffee table and a television set. To her right she beheld a small kitchen with a mini fridge, stove, and sink, not to mention cabinets. Further in that direction, two doors protruded from the walls. She guessed one was a bedroom and the other a bathroom. Either way, surprise riddled her being and she stared in amazement as Germany settled himself in an arm chair and leant back, hat tilted down on his face.

"Food's in the fridge," he mumbled, crossing his arms. "Honda got you sushi yesterday."

Belarus placed her hands on her hips, blowing a strand of hair away from her face. "You think I'm going to eat day old sushi?"

"No. Which is why I bought some more this morning." He used his thumb to peek up from his hat, frowning. "Sushi rolls usually stay good for four hours before going bad. We wouldn't want to send you back to the hospital for your delicate little stomach, princess."

Her face remained neutral as she walked toward him, poker faced. As she stood in front of him, he raised an eyebrow before yelping in pain. Belarus sneered at him after her strike before making for the refrigerator. After all, she was hungry.

Within a few minutes, Germany had stopped cursing and Belarus had gone through half of her meal, watching his reaction in silent amusement. He growled at her and in response she lowered her sushi roll. "Too hard for your 'delicate' 'little' dick, 'princess'?"

"Dammit, Natalia-" Rice bits covered his face and seafood spilled to his shirt. Angered, he stood up, rubbing the rice off. "Stop throwing your fucking shit at me-" Germany stopped mid rant, taking a shaky breath and rubbing his temple. "Just finish your food. I'll be back in a minute." She watched in silence as he made his way to one of the doors. The corner of her mouth lifted at his plight, finishing her meal and dumping the plastic platter in the garbage. The Belorussian washed her hands at the kitchen sink, now bored on what exactly to do.

_They'll probably keep me here_, she thought angrily as she wiped her hands on the towel rack. _Like a little bird. Fuck, I just want to go home already._ Her furious scrubbing slowed down in realization. _Now that I think about it, where are the other two? Honda seemed bent on returning, despite how angry he was last time, and Feliciano appears to not trust that damn German on his own..._ The door opened behind her and she faced the German, who peered at her from behind a towel before drying his face again.

"Are you ready to hear what's going on or are you going to throw more crap at me?"

She felt her anger slowly returning but resisted to answer with an insult. Burying her anger, Belarus sat herself in the armchair, watching him in expectation. He let out a sigh of relief, sitting in the other. "I honestly don't know where to start so ask me a random question and I'll see if I can go off from there."

The Belorussian crossed her arms, thinking and scouring her mind for what information she may need. "What happened after your visit the other day?"

He shrugged, scratching his hair under his hat. "A meeting, as you already know. Honda got interrogated, four members of the Security Council were there, we found out some shit, I left the loser fest."

"Wow, so specific."

Germany sent her a glare. "Your factiousness is weak."

She responded with her own icy stare. "You know the difference? Great, well, it's sarcasm."

They stared murderously at each other for a moment or two before Germany leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Basically, Kirkland questioned Honda about what happened. He lied at first then admitted to attacking a new nation."

Her brow furrowed. "Doesn't that mean they know about me?"

"No." He grinned a bit. "Because they know that's the most inconceivable notion they've heard in a century. Do you know why?"

"No, bastard, tell me."

He leaned forward, excitement in his eyes. "Clever bastard. He called you a _new_ country and those nations are invincible the first few years. It takes a while to wear them down but they exist. 'Course they didn't believe him but are staying along a while longer to 'look for them'."

Belarus took in the information, nodding before leaning against an arm of her chair. "So newly made nations are more invincible? I'd say that when they're the weakest in my world."

"Another difference." He removed his hat, laying it on the table. Belarus raised an eyebrow in surprise at how blonde the other's hair really was. The German sent her a questioning look which she waved off with her right hand only to cringe a bit. He stood and walked over, rolling down the sleeve to look at her arm. "Definitely not invincible. Therefore, not a new nation." He gave it a pat, getting a hiss and a kick in the shin. The German growled back at her, returning to his seat.

"What happened to my brother?"

A wave of a hand. "He was a no show. Figures since the Security Council was about to warn us about..." Here he trailed off, thinking exactly how to phrase it. "There's another meeting coming up when the Russian finally drags his ass into Japan, probably today. In the mean time, the Security Council told us to look for the new nation. I have to babysit you until we're prepared to introduce you to them."

She sat up abruptly, a bit annoyed he referred to her alternate dimensional sibling in such a derogatory way. "Why not today?"

"Because of a threat, we have to play our cards right. If we introduce you too soon and they're not convinced you come from another world, they'll dispose of you."

"I thought you said new nations are invincible? Why would they do that?"

"Exactly." He looked over to her with a blatant gaze. "They would most likely keep you in a cell until you weren't invincible. How does a concrete cell sound for your 10 year home?"

She grimaced. "Unappealing." Her mind wandered to what else she could ask about and something struck her. "Wait, you said you were almost warned about something." Belarus noticed Germany's sudden sign of disgust as he turned his head away. "What is it you're hiding?"

He stayed silent a second more, teeth ground. "What did Honda tell you about our human names?"

Taking a couple moments to remember, she lifted her head again. "Something about trying to hide your immortality, from what I remember."

"That's just the tip of the iceberg." Another useless pause, Germany again thinking. Pissed at his hesitations, Belarus took off her shoe and threw it at him. He caught it at the last moment, his thoughts keeping him a moment too long. The blonde frowned, tossing it back to her.

As she caught it and put it back in its place, she scowled at him. "What the _hell_ are you talking about? Spit it out."

The German stood up with a passion, growling. "This is a difficult subject for any of us to admit, do you understand?! It's not to be taken lightly!"

She raised an eyebrow at the fear in his eyes, hidden behind fires of yelling. "If it is not to be taken lightly, then I must be informed at once."

"I told you it's not that easy." His hand fell to the side and he ground his teeth. He bent over, picking up the hat and staring at it in thought. Disgust once again returned and it once again slammed into the ground, the man glaring at it angrily and doing his best to restrict his ire. "Verdammit... I thought we got rid of them."

Her eyes narrowed and she picked up the hat, brushing it off. His eyes turned away, unwilling to look at it a moment longer. Belarus had not thought of this nation as someone who would withheld information. In her own mind, he seemed blunter. Seeing him in this strange state confused and infuriated her.

"Who are they you speak of?" She demanded once more, tired of his unusual carousel of resolve and indecision. They were getting no where fast and she was tired of his almost revelry and then retraction. "Tell me or stop wasting my time."

His face finally turned to her, somewhere far from commonplace fear. Hair strands fell over his maddened eyes while his face twisted in agony. Her own eyes widened with surprise before Germany realized his expression, running a hand over his face and through his hair to calm himself. His terror had shown. Internally, the man scolded himself for not knowing better.

"You might as well know," he finally replied, taking his seat once more. As he looked up, his eyes gave off a tired light. "What Honda told you was half true. We call ourselves by our human names because it's an old habit."

Belarus raised an eyebrow but stayed silent. She didn't want to press him to speak anymore than he needed to; in her own way, she believed he would continue on his own. Her wait was not long.

"'2000. Europe. Venice, Italy.'," he recited blatantly, trying to seemed as bored with the information as he usually did. However, a sign of terror shown on his face. There was no hiding it anymore. "'Sited at a coffee shop around noon where the representation of Northern Italy had been speaking with a local shopkeeper, along with the representation of Southern Italy, the representation of Seborga, and the representation of Eastern Germany, formerly known as Prussia. Time of official appearance: Unknown. Time of interaction: Unknown. Time of assault: Unknown. Time of termination: 0400 hours the next day.'" Through his report, the corner of his mouth twisted even more and more, horror tearing him apart internally. "That was the last time we've received a report on them."

The Belarusian intertwined her fingers together laying them on her lap. "What exactly am I supposed to take from this report?"

Germany continued to stare at the ground, eyes now lost. "'File name'," he began to recite once more, distant now, "'Reapers.'" He stopped again. The man finally looked up to her, wondering whether or not to describe them as their official definition or describe them in his own words. "'The only beings not authorized by nations to have knowledge of our immortality. Origin: Unknown. If encountered, do not confront alone. Repeat. Do not confront alone or risk termination, as is the goal of these beings.'" Germany buried his face in his hand, not able to look up anymore. Here, he was visibly shaking but did not halt. "'Cannot be killed by a nation. Cannot be seen by a nation. Cannot be identified by a nation. Cannot be noticed by a nation. Under no circumstance should a nation be dispatched to confront a Reaper.'" He removed his hand, staring at the ground. "'Official class: Nation killer.'"

Her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. A... Nation killer? But weren't these nations immortal? Well, for a time immortal? And how the hell could they not be seen by a nation? This made no sense. "You're pulling my fucking leg."

"I'm not." His tone was defeated beyond belief. He was exhausted just by giving this description. "I wish I was, but I'm not. What came out of my mouth right now was fact." He turned up, his serious face returned. Letting out a shaky breath, he snatched the hat from her hands, placing it back on his head. "Stay here. Lock the doors, the windows, and don't let anyone in who is not me, Honda, or Feli-" Germany cut himself off abruptly. "Scratch the Italian. Just me and Honda. Do not leave this room alone. If you need anything, here." He removed a note from his jacket pocket, tossing it to her. "Those are our numbers. I'll come back later with your dinner. Until then, make a list of what you need."

She stood up defiantly. "So you expect me to just sit here and do nothing?"

"No. I told you to make a list."

"I am not a fucking pet!"

Germany turned fully to her, eyes narrowed angrily. "I know you aren't but you are to stay here alone. It's the safest place for you right now."

Belarus stepped toward him suspiciously. "And how am I to know you are not a Reap-"

A gloved hand shot out at her, the palm at her forehead and the fingers wrapped around her skull. Her first reaction was to swipe the hand away, before going in for a punch. He stopped her, grabbing her wrist and twisting it behind her. She found herself bent over the kitchen counter, restrained by the larger man.

"If I were a Reaper, that grab would have immobilized you. You would have been screeching on contact. The moment a Reaper grabs your head and you are alone, you are done for." He let go of her, backing away. Belarus remained bent over the counter, catching her breath. The front door opened.

"Now stop being a bitch and be thankful you've never seen one before."

It shut with a slam.

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**_Author's Note: Guess who wrote this instead of studying for Final's week? *points at self accusatorially and cries* Well, it gets really intense here and I finally piece together our antagonist! Yay, more plot to play with! Again, thank you readers for reading, nonexistent editors for editing, and auto correct for auto correcting and other times randomly capitalizing names and words (that last part just annoyed me). Heads up for my followers! For Christmas, I plan to post a very special oneshot based off of an official Manga Strip. The regular update schedule will not be altered. I wish those who are taking finals good luck (including myself I'll need it) and happy holidays! Until Christmas!_**


	10. Tap

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: Blood, Guns, Violence, Death, Death threats. *****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p><em>"Heads up."<em>

White noise filled the air. Japan cringed, ripping out the microphone hidden in his jacket and chucking it at the passenger seat of his car. "Ludwig," he growled into his phone, "Would you mind telling me why you just made white noise to fry our brains?"

A bored voice responded. _"I wanted to check if it was working correctly. It shouldn't have made_ any_ noise." _Clanks and ruffles began, readjusting something on the other line. _"Alright, again."_ Nothing came from the phone.

"It works," Kiku replied, putting the tap back in its place.

_"Good. It seemed our technical difficulty came from a bothersome Nata-"_ A large smacking sound came from the other end._ "I told you to stop hitting me with your shit!"_

The Japanese man chuckled, running a hand through his hair. Amusement cause him to grin widely. "You should really refer to her by her last name." He paused. "Actually, you should really watch your mouth in general."

_"Fuck you, Honda."_

"Such profanity, Ludwig," he tsked. "And in front of a lady."

_"Damn you and your fucking fashion sense." _

Japan couldn't help laughing as she interrupted. He turned on the ignition of his car, warming up the engine. "Well, I thought I chose very suitable clothing for you, Ms. Arlovskaya. Ludwig certainly seemed to like what I picked it out." A series of smacks and swears ensued from the other line as the other phone clattered to the ground.

_"Dammit, Kiku!"_ Germany cried after picking up the phone again._ "Just because I let you choose it didn't mean I liked it! I couldn't care less what she wears!"_

He laughed, deaf to his friend's claims. After a while, he wiped away his tears of amusement, satisfied with the show from the other end of the line. Japan placed his phone down on the passenger seat, leaning down to his microphone. "Very well then, we shall drop the topic. Can both of you hear this?" Tiny calls of agreement came from his phone. "I'm going to go to the meeting now. No fighting, children," he chided with a smile. More outcries emerged from his phone and he tapped the red button, silencing them.

The new meeting place stood quite a distance away from the usual one. Japan's red car pulled into the hotel's parking lot, the building much more luxurious than Belarus's and much more accommodating than the Japanese meeting place. He climbed out of his car, examining the few people that walked by. Gratefully, the stains had been cleared away. _Not that anyone would care too much._

Inside, Japan found himself at the door to the suite. Readjusting his jacket one last time, he knocked politely at the door and stood in wait. Swinging open, the door revealed a large living space, complete with couches and tables and a refrigerator in the corner. The drapes were drawn so as not to let in the sun but despite this the light spilt through the cracks and crevices, leaving strange patterns on the floor. Laid out on the couch, France was fast asleep, a newspaper quivering over his face and two blankets sandwiching his body.

Japan stepped in, mischievous ideas running through his mind, when he got a cuff from the one at the door. "Don't make such a strange face so early in the morning!" China cried, closing the door. His hair was ruffled and he was still in his sleeping clothes. "I can't believe you could only get one suite. I thought you were more efficient then that." Japan shrugged, noting the other's grumpiness was most likely from his sleep on the couch. "You know, when I was your age-"

"Wang, stop talking. It's irritating." America stepped out of his room, fully dressed for the day. He leaned on the doorway, dark tinted glasses hiding examining eyes. "Morning, Honda. You're early."

He nodded in greeting. "Hai, I am early. But you all are now late." His eyes went over China with scrutiny. "And underdressed." Hmphing, the Chinese man grabbed a duffel bag and went to the bathroom to change.

Out of another room emerged England, smile on his face as he fixed his hair. "Good morning, Kiku~ It nice to see you up bright and early." His eyes fell upon the sleeping France. "Though, it appears we may need to prepare some others." Going over to the back side of the couch, England clutched the blanket. "Francis~ You have until the count of three~"

America sighed immensely. "Kirkland, don't."

"One-"

"Bonnefoy, wake up."

"Two-"

"You're both imbeciles."

"Three!"

England pulled the blanket from under the Frenchman and he tumbled to the ground, cursing as he sat up and saw a smiling face greeting him. "'Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy and wise.'" The Brit hummed.

"Healthy my ass! I'm thousands of years old and I need my rest!" He rose from the floor, nursing his injured parts as the blanket fell to the ground. "Fuck... It hurts." France bent back and forward, hoping to relieve the pain in his lower back.

England placed hands on France's shoulders, leading him to the door. "Now, change into something proper now~ We have a long day ahead of us." He pushed France in, closing the door at the cry of indignation.

While France was being lead away, America has folded the blanket and dumped it on the couch. He sat himself down, arms laying back to show how relaxed he felt in the situation. America waved to the other couch across from him. "Sit down, Honda. They'll take a while."

The Japanese nation did what was bid of him, hands on his knees examining the other in silence. They sat that way for a while before America leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Honda, let's make this clear. Neither of us wants to be here. You don't want us in your country. We don't want to be in your country."

A clever smirk settled on Japan's features, fingers intertwining on his lap. America was much antsier than usual. Then this would make two assumptions correct: one, _they_ were back; and two, the Security Council was anxious to finish up business. They hated being in the dark as much as all the other countries. Without all the cards in their hands, the Security Council feared the worst.

"Now," Japan replied cooly, "If that is the case, you should just leave." _I'll spur them on so this game of cat and mouse will be a bit quicker._

The American's jaw tightened. "We can't. Honda, this is not time for your tricks. Tell us straight out what happened. No bullshit. Then we'll get out of your hair."

He lifted an eyebrow, considering the proposition before leaning to the side, propping his elbow on the arm of the couch and his chin on the palm of his hand. "I told you all I knew last meeting. But you, and your close allies, have not shared the full extent of your knowledge." Japan's eyes narrowed. "I am quite sure neither of us wishes to wait for little, unknowing Feliciano to skip inside and bring back those _dreadful_ memories." Despite his teasing and threatening tone, fear seeped into his eyes ever so slightly. His pride would not allow him to admit such a weak emotion. However, he could at least see the understanding in the other's eyes.

"...Alright," America said, straightening and sitting back in defeat. "_They_ are back."

The grin faded ever so slightly. "I want to hear you say it. Word for word."

A single word was all they needed.

"Reapers."

Japan's jaw tightened, wondering how Germany would be handling this on the other end. To Hell to Germany, what would happen to the Italian? Would he be able to withstand yet another attack? No... No, he had to think properly.

"How did you come about with this?" The American remained silent, now seeing he had Japan's full and undivided attention despite the small change in atmosphere. "Cat got your tongue, Alfred?" The small man challenged in hope to regain his edge.

The brown haired man sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees."I would tell you more, Honda, but I need the whole Security Council's permission." He grimaced. "Even Braginski's."

A door opened behind them, breaking their conversation. Out came China, plopping the duffel bag at the side of the couch. The Chinese man examined the both of them, shrugging. "Carry on. You have my vote to get stuff in." He glared at Japan. "And maybe he'll stop acting like a child."

Japan grinned, relaxing a bit more. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I-" His eyes widened and he gasped, hands clawing at his chest in pain.

America huffed indignantly. "Looks like the Russian is here." China shrugged, getting a water bottle from the fridge and tossing it to the American who caught it just as casually. "Wang, make breakfast."

"No."

"Wang. Make breakfast."

The Asian nation hmphed, crossing his arms and leaning back against the table. "Make me."

"I'll take the couch tonight," America bargained. "But you have to cook all day. And don't let Kirkland in the kitchen. I hate his sweets." The Chinese man thought about the offer before nodding. "Fine," he said, beginning to take out ingredients.

With another creak, another door opened violently. France walked hurriedly away from the other, sitting at the table and crossing his arms. He mumbled to himself angrily, annoyed by the Brit's presence. England, on the contrary, skipped inside, humming a jolly tune. He glanced over at the couch where the Japanese man was curled up in a ball. "My, did our tardy member arrive when I was helping out Francis?"

"Yup," America called, taking a swig of his drink. "I don't know why the hell Honda is taking so long in getting out of it. It's only Russia."

France turned around, staring at the Japanese man. The contorted expression on his face caused him worry. He rose, looking over the Asian nation. "...How long has he been like this?"

"A couple minutes. But Bonnefoy, you know it'll pass." Never the less, France turned the Asian on his back. Sweat trailed down from his forehead. His breathing was labored. His eyes widened.

"YOU IMBECILES!" He cried. "THIS IS NOT A LAPSE!" A clang came from the stove as the frying pan came down. China ran over, pushing France aside to check the struggling man. He touched his forehead and neck, the pulse struggling beneath his fingertips.

"What the hell is this..." To get more air into his system, China began to undo some of the buttons of his clothing. A tap suddenly appeared, surprising the two nations who were watching. In the background, America had run over for a wet towel and returned, using it to get rid of the sweat from his forehead. "I... I don't know what this is..." China replied, eyebrows furrowed.

Kirkland stood back, examining in silence. The smile faded ever so slightly but did not disappear. He watched them work, not contributing to the work at hand.

The Japanese man's breathing continued at this ridiculously fast rate. His eyes had screwed shut from the pain. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't... Couldn't understand. Something... Something should not exist. It was here. It should not exist. The struggle of two beings at war was within him. Couldn't breathe.

"K-K-K-K-K," he began stuttering, grinding teeth and tearing off invisible hands at his chest and neck and arms.

"What the hell is he saying?" China muttered, wiping the sweat away. The tremors had gone and the breathing had steadied but he appeared far away, eyes screwed shut in concentration.

Ruby eyes suddenly flew open, erratic with bloodlust and violence. "K... Kill." Japan pushed China away, the tap falling to the ground. "Kill. Kill her."

America pushed the Asian nation back on the couch. "Honda, get off the crazy train this instant."

The American found himself on the floor, the Japanese man up once more. "SHE MUST DIE!" Japan cried. "THERE CAN ONLY BE O-"

A gunshot rang throughout the room. The bloodlust came away from his eyes, filled instead with surprise and... Shock. He fell to his knees and then the ground, face meeting the carpet. Blood trailed down his back, staining his jacket. England put his gun back in his holster, frowning. "He was too loud. The neighbors would complain."

America stood up, standing toe to toe with the British man, eyes challenging and fierce behind the sunglasses. "Idiot," he hissed. "What the hell did you just do? Why did you kill the hosting nation?"

A hand was on his shoulder, pulling him away from the British man. "...He has a habit of denying things, Alfred. Stop trying to get him to explain anything." France turned to the body on the ground. "The question is what now?"

England came forward, picking up the tap in his fingers and grinned. His gaze went over it curiously. "Why, we find out who is listening to this right now." He let it fall to the ground from his fingertips. His foot followed suit.

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><p>"VERDAMMIT!" Germany yelled, smacking the table as static filled the air. "WHAT THE HELL, HONDA?!" He rose from his seat, kicking over his chair and cursing in German. His hat was slammed to the ground then kicked. What the ever living fuck? "'Kill her'? What the hell does that mean? What does-" His rant came to a halt, arms falling to his sides. "Natalya...?"<p>

Belarus just sat in silence. She stared at the receiving equipment, not moving from her spot. A hand was on her shoulder, waking her from her stupor. "Natalya. Hey." She batted the hand away, standing.

"Don't call me Natalya," she retorted quietly, eyes averted from him. Her frown had grown pensive.

He frowned at her. "What is your problem? He didn't mean you-"

"He did," Belarus interrupted. Her hand clenched to a fist. "But that's not the point. We heard a gunshot. He was killed. And you didn't even blink."

Germany huffed, crossing his arms. "I have no idea what you're going on about but whatever it is put it out of your mind. He will mostly be fine."

She shook her head. "It's disgusting how easily you forget about the importance of life." Belarus turned on her heel, leaving the room. The door slammed shut behind her. Now in the confines of her room, she gripped at her chest. Something was brewing. That... That was a warning.

A warning for her.

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><p>The whir of airplanes filled the air as two departed from the airport, people bustling by with their own affairs. The taller of the two looked at the surrounding area, locating a car. He directed his companion to follow him. Within moments, he began to pack the luggage in the car, not allowing his dear little sister to do such manual labor.<p>

Inside the car, Belarus staring up into the sky, fuchsia eyes glimmering but now growing cloudy. A twisted grin came onto her face. "I'm going to find you~" She sang, darkness in her voice. Her antsy fingers trailed down the glass, her mind becoming creative with distorted images.

"Then there will only be one of us."

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><p><strong><em>Author's Note: It's been way too long since I posted anything on here! Well, here it is! The next chapter of Belarus in 2p!World! I have quite a bit of ideas for the plot line but wow. It's a lot longer to write. So... How am I? I've been spending my writing time rping and creating slam poetry. We recently finished our poetry slam yesterday and my school placed second. The college search is also difficult but I got a general view of which colleges I want to go to. Most are still instate but I want to look out to the rest of the country. That's it for me right now. Sorry for the wait!<em>**


	11. Gun

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: Blood, Guns, Violence, Death threats. *****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p>A hum came from his lips as he strolled by, his keys jangling in his pocket and the tune matching his footsteps. The Italian examined the large building before him, tilting his hat back in fascination. Architecture had always been a hobby of his and this was a fine looking building, especially with its wide stretched doors and magnificent windows. In a way, this hotel reminded him of home. It seemed Japan's people did have a knack for taste.<p>

Snapping from his thoughts, Italy strolled into the building, smoothly slipping into the elevator unnoticed by the security guards. He continued to hum before stopping, a hand tugging on his. He turned his head to spot the small child who had parted from her mother, now tugging curiously at this strange man. The child, no older than four, seemed to blink with fascination. Her hair had been neatly combed back and braided and her dress wrinkled from excessive actions. With a grin, the nation squatted, making them eye level. His eyes lit up in mischievous as the child stared even more. "Ciao, bella," he greeted softly with a tip of his hat. Her eyes seemed to grow at his foreign accent and language. "How are you?"

The child blinked a few times before turning to her mother and speaking fluent Japanese. Italy gave a small laugh, his eyebrows tilted upward. "Me dispiace, my Japanese is a bit rusty at the moment but-"

A muffled bang stopped him midsentence and he looked to the door. It had almost sounded like... A gun. Italy straightened and the little girl ran over to her mother, clinging on tightly. The elevator pulled to a halt and the pair left, a small nod of apology from the mother. Italy waved back to communicate it was no big deal. As the doors closed again, his smile faded. That gunshot would probably be where he was going.

As the metal box pulled to a halt once more, the Italian scurried through the hallways in search of the suite. His footsteps were muffled by the carpeting but the _swish_ _swish_ grew ever louder as he moved faster and faster. Only when he stood at the doorway, fist raised to knock, did he allow himself to catch his breath and ponder. What would be behind this door? What would have happened? No, it was not good to think on this. He needed to act. He rapped the door, his hand falling to his side and waiting.

The door opened and Italy jumped back a bit in surprise, wondering why he had not carried a weapon with him. _Oh right. Security could have seen it._ The Italian tensed, waiting for the worst. Instead, he found a tall blonde looking down at him casually with an irritated air. America nodded, the corner of his lip seeming clenched not to lash out. "Vargas, you're late."

The Italian chuckled nervously, allowing his body to relax. "Why, I was given the wrong address so I would believe I would be late," he explained to the best of his abilities. America was a no nonsense guy so the excuse probably wouldn't save him from anything. Hopefully, it would lighten the air. "Kiku! Tells me not to... trust..." He trailed off, staring at America's arm. His eyes batted a few times, trying to discern what he was seeing on America's exposed tricep. "Is that blood?" Italy asked, voice soft and unbelieving. Who the hell did they shoot?

The American turned his attention to his exposed arm before nodding, hurriedly. He seemed antsy to get this conversation out of the hall and into the room. "Yeah, yeah. Just get inside." He opened the door, having the Italian step in himself. For a moment, he considered staying outside. Something has happened and his fight or flight sensors were going haywire. Stepping in there would mean no escape. His red eyes stared at the bare minimum he saw of the room, more blood splattered over the carpet. He sighed deeply before complying to America's command. As a mediator he would have to take caution in what he might find… But find peace nonetheless.

The door closing behind him and all conscious eyes in the room turned to the newcomer. Italy stared at each in shock. His eyes first settled on France on the ground first, who had stopped his work for a moment before going back down and grumbling. He worked tediously on removing the rather large blood stain on the carpet, complaining about his back and disrespect every other sentence. Italy would have offered to assist him had he not been _curious who_ the blood was from.

Red eyes then shifted, going in the kitchenette area. China had paused from cooking, in mid stir. Realizing it was only Italy, he shrugged a bit forcefully and continued. His stature, usually relaxed and purposely downplayed, had an edge to it now. Arms tight to his body, hand gripping the cooking utensils tightly, the food being treated like enemies instead of… well, food.

Again, his attention moved on, stopping at the one place he should have noticed first. Gasping, he stood back, hand over his chest. Here England was, enjoying a nice cup of tea and offering a forced (even more than usual) smile while next to him Japan was tied to a chair and regenerating. The bullet hole through his chest slowly was coming back together, blood surrounding the wound. No sound came from the host nation.

Italy could only stare in disbelief, eyes wide like a fish. "…What did you do to Kiku?" He whispered, almost at a lost of words. It had been a while since he'd seen another nation treated like this. Like the enemy. Whatever could have brought up this response?

"We just tied him up," America stated plainly, grabbing a towel and getting off the dried blood as much as possible. He wiped it off in quick motions, forceful, before seating himself in the living area, his back to the table. "He was going nuts just before you came here. Had to put him down." China flipped the food again in agitation, unnecessarily adding extra oomph in his cooking.

Italy took a deep breath, standing tall and allowing his hands to fall to his side. His eyes did not move from his tied up friend. "And who is the one who shot him?"

The cheery Brit raised an hand, placing his cup and saucer on the table calmly. Eyes raised, England stared at him cooly. "I shot him." His voice remained void of guilt and recompense. He stirred ever so slightly, as if reaching for something.

_Click_.

Italy stumbled back a few steps at the sight of the weapon now trained on him. "I will shoot you, too," England announced, not in the slightest joking, "If you try to untie him."

The Italian stared at the pistol before nodding slowly, not really wanting to make the situation worse than it already was. The Brit smiled, slipping the pistol back under the table and onto his lap. "Good. Now, take a seat, Feliciano. Let's chat."

Carefully, Italy moved to one of the chairs of the table, tense. He shifted his gaze ever so slightly to China and America who didn't seem to move. Did England make them so tense?

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you." Red eyes once more settled on England. "Now, I'm tired of this little game." His blue eyes narrowed, searching the other nation's face. "Tell me what Honda is hiding."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Italy refused. They were right to keep her hidden. He couldn't discern that light in England's eyes but he expected the worse: bloodlust. England would kill Belarus without a second thought... "Kiku isn't hiding anything."

"On the contrary," England argued. A small black object was raised in the air, barely visible between his pressed fingertips. "We found a tap on him. This means he's hiding everything."

A low groan emerged from the host nation, stirring slightly. The bullet hole was barely visible behind the pierced clothing. England shifted the gun, not moving his eyes from Italy, and pressed the end against Japan's head. The unconscious nation stirred ever so slightly at the cool touch of metal but did not awaken.

"If you don't tell me, I will shoot him again. Do not test me." None of the other nations in the room moved to stop him. The Italian dug his fingers into his pant legs, grinding his teeth. As much as he hated it, Japan could handle these gun shots. It would be painful but he would survive. Belarus wouldn't. His eyes closed, imaging the independent young woman who had unsteadily placed her trust in them. _She just wants to go home. I cannot allow her to die._

England's finger slowly pulled the trigger. The bullet hole would have closed up completely by now, showing no sign of having been there in the first place. Japan would gain consciousness any minute. "I will count to three." Italy said nothing, staring at the gun, pain across his face.

"One."

No words were heard. A gulp was.

"Two."

Silence seemed to have become deafening. Italy's hands clenched tighter. I'm sorry, Kiku.

"Th-"

_RING_.

The Brit removed his finger from the trigger. The room let out a breath. England stared at America in exasperation. "Is it him?" America fumbled with his phone, hurriedly checking the collar ID. He looked back and nodded. Sighing, England lowered the gun. "Answer it on speaker."

America did as he was told, pressing a series of buttons before staring at the screen. "Braginski," he scolded, the tightness in his voice growing subtler at an averted crisis. "You're late."

"_Last time I checked, I did not need to report to you, Jones_," a man on the other side hissed. However, his voice seemed to be a bit on the.. Elated side. Such a tone was not usual of the Russian.

America ground his teeth, nose scrunching in disgust at the disrespect. "Why the hell did you take so long?"

Glad for the distraction, Italy watched as Japan's eyes fluttered open and met his. Italy held a finger up to his lips to keep his friend quiet but the gun was again pressed against his head, making a clearer message. Japan did not speak, his head tilting away from the gun ever so slightly.

"_I had to make a stop at Belarus_." At the name, Italy and Japan straightened. "_My sister is tagging along_."

"No," America stated. "Send her back right now."

A curt laugh replied. "_I do not need to listen to you_."

England pressed the gun into Japan's head. "But you need to listen to the Security Council," he interrupted, not moving his gaze from the Italian. "Send her back."

"_I will not_." A murmur was heard and the shuffling of hands. America's face scrunched up in confusion.

"_Mr. Jones?_" A sweet, familiar voice began. "_This is Natalya_."

He sighed. "Arlofskaya, you need to go back to your home. This is Security Council business and-"

"Oh_, but I have business here, too_~" Stunned, America's sunglasses shifted ever so slightly at the widening of his eyes. Japan and Italy exchanged glances, their blood running cold. Did the Belarus of this world know?

"_You do, Natalya?_" A voice on the other line asked in surprise.

"_Of course, Big Brother!_" The room was shocked into a deeper silence. Did she just...?

"Arlofskaya?" America interrupted. "Are you... All right?"

"_I must say, I am not_," she replied, her voice eerily bright. "_After all, someone else-_" Her voice halted, ensued by a mischievous giggle.

America's grip on his phone tightened. "Natalya Arlofskaya, what the hell are you hiding from us?"

"_A girl never reveals her secrets._" A series of abrupt noises rang through the line ending with the sound of an opening car door. Yells filled the line, mostly in Russian.

"_NATALYA! GET BACK HERE!_" A frantic Russian screamed before turning his attention back the phone call. "_She just jumped from the car!_"

"GO AFTER HER!" America bellowed, standing in his frustration. "She knows what's going on!"

"_What?_"

"Japan stared acting psycho a couple of minutes ago going 'Kill her!' Your sister might be in on it!"

Silence. "_...I will find her. I expect a full report when I meet you at the hotel_." He hung up.

America's hand lowered and tossed his phone on the opposite couch. He stared at the table before violently kicking it over. It clattered on the ground. France sent him an exasperated look, glad that it didn't hit him. "Calm down."

"I'm calm," he hissed. "I'm so fucking calm that I could look like-"

"Shut up, Al-fred." England tapped his saucer and cup on the table, balancing it in one hand as the other remained with the gun. China silently came over, filling the cup once more. "We need to get to the bottom of things and this everlasting loop of 'I don't know' is getting annoying." His eyes settled on Italy, cold and dark. "Tell us what's going on."

Japan stared at the Italian intensely, trying to signal him not to. His eyes bore into his, pleading, where his voice could not. For a moment, it seemed he was… scared.

"I will shoot him."

Italy said nothing. He took a deep breath and stared at England defiantly. The Brit ground his teeth before taking the gun away from Japan and holding it at him. "I will shoot you, then." No movement. His finger slowly pulled the trigger. Fear rose into the Italian's chest but he did not pull his eyes away. He remained as he was.

"Fine." The Brit's eyes narrowed. "Have it your way." The trigger pulled.

Nothing.

Italy let out his breath, surprised and… shell shocked. "I… It wasn't loaded?" He breathed, grateful he wasn't dead.

"I didn't give him anymore bullets," America explained, having relaxed after his outburst. He sat down on the couch arm, staring at the two other nations. "He'd waste all of them on Japan. Already wasted two."

The Italian turned to America. "Two? You mean that shot I heard in the elevator…?"

"Yup. We shot Japan twice. He needed to stay dead until we finished tying him up."

Japan laughed. "Oh, such a nice way to treat the host-"

"You were the one acting crazy!" China jumped in, the pans clattering into the sink and plates lined along the counter. "'Kill her! Kill her!' You had us worried sick, nincompoop!" He crossed his arms over his chest. "What the hell is going on?"

The Japanese man smiled despite the predicament he found himself in. "Such weakness you show, Yao. Have you gotten soft?"

"That's not the point!" China retorted. "You're hiding something from us and-" He stopped, looking at the Italian. An idea sparked into his eyes. "…Tell us what we want to know. Or else."

France scrambled to his feet, speaking up for the first time. "Yao, think about what you're doing."

"Or else what?" The host nation challenged, not yet understanding the threat. America, however, made his way over to Italy. The Italian shifted under the attention, feeling something more.

England turned to China, nodding at the idea before putting the gun down on the table. He leaned over, whispering into the captive's ear. "We will tell Feliciano."

Japan's eyes widened. "No…" He whispered. "No, you can't do that to him."

"Oh, but we can," the hushed murmuring replied. "This is a matter of international security and we will break some rules if we have to."

His jaw tightened. No… Italy would... The screams. He could hear them again. His burning red eyes were burned into his mind. The erratic behavior. Japan stared at his friend, breathing heavier. Italy stared back, confused.

_…I cannot allow Feliciano to become what he hates most._

"I will tell you," he answered, eyes closed in shame. His head dropped, his chin resting on his chest. "I will tell you…"

A smile spread across England's face. Italy moved to stand but America sat him back down. His gaze held disbelief "Good. Now, why did you come to the meeting house?"

"I found someone there. A young nation."

The chair toppled over with a clatter. England gripping Japan's throat once more but not yet choking him. His eyes blazed in fury. "You're singing the same tune, Kiku."

His gaze did not shift at the accusation. "I am not lying. I found a nation. I hurt her. I took her to a hospital."

"You're lying!" He accused, squeezing the other's throat tighter. "A new nation would not just appear in your country and cause an international tremor! It would only affect you! Why aren't you screaming in agony? Huh?"

A hand gripped England's arm, pulling it away. "Stop choking him," China commanded. His face tightened at seeing Japan's pain but he did not mention that. " He can't talk if you choke him."

The Brit's blue eyes burned holes into China's before pulling away. He righted the chair. "What is different from this story than before?"

Japan leaned over, waiting until he could breathe properly before looking up and Italy. The Italian turned his head away, ashamed at the other. "…She's someone we know… At least, another version of her."

France stared at Japan. "Another version of… Who?"

"Natalia Arlofskaya."

Eyes stared at Japan, shell shocked. Italy's eyes closed, knowing that this was it. Belarus would be… "Arlofskaya?" America spoke, breaking the silence. "What do you mean another version of her?"

"She is a nation as well, the representation of Belarus," Japan explained. "But she can die. She does not have our regenerative abilities. I had to check her into a hospital, I can even give you the name of this hospital. But she can not revive after she dies." Japan's eyes settled on Italy, watching as the other shunned him silently. For a moment, the Italian returned his gaze to his friend before cringing and turning away again. "Ms. Arlofskaya comes from a separate dimension and-"

"Enough." America took off his glasses, shaking his head at this concept the captive was trying to sell to them. His forefinger and thumb rubbed into his temple, trying not to laugh. "This is ridiculous. Other dimensions? Nations that can die? This is absurd. Tell me you are joking. Please."

"He's not joking, Alfred." China went over to the kitchen, getting a knife and moving back to Japan. The other tensed, jaw tight as he watched the other approach him. The ropes fell away from his figure. The island nation examined his elder in surprise, honestly confused as to what was going on. "As you can see, none of us are laughing at this."

France nodded, not at all looking confused by the explanation. "Why should we be laughing? It makes sense."

"Wait, you… Believe him?" Italy asked, staring at each nation before settling onto England. "You believe him?"

England sighed and nodded, rubbing his head. "Oh, yes, I was suspecting this. After the whole 'kill her' fiasco. It certainly rings some bells…" He looked up at France. "Last time I believe it was… The Holy Roman Empire, correct?"

The Frenchman looked over at the Italian who's head was whizzing around to keep up with the speaker. Italy's eyes grew wide at the name. "What do you mean Holy Rome? Did this have something to do with his death?"

With a small sigh, France nodded. "The Holy Roman Empire… You were all quite young back then and it was a violent world so you wouldn't have noticed. But yes. It happened to him." His face tightened, pained at distant memories. "

China groaned, smacking the table before bringing Japan to his feet. "We have no time for this. We need to get to her. Now."

Japan pulled out of his grasp, facing China with fury. "What makes you think I'm going to tell you where she is?" He hissed. "You just _killed_ me."

"Because," England responded, standing from his seat. "We know what's going on. And now, we need to protect her from herself."

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><p><em><strong>Author's Note: WOW. It's been way too long. Anyway, summer has hit and I am quite busy with that to be honest. I'm surprised I even found the time to write this chapter. Sadly, our main character did not appear in this chapter. We did, in contrast, receive a lot of crucial backstory over what has happened and may happen. Hurrah.<strong>_  
><em><strong>I'm not sure if I'll be able to get back to the regular updating schedule. I believe I'll just post when I can… At least once a month? Maybe twice? I will get back on "Unwilling Matchmaker" when I have the time but I'm not as worried for that fanfic as I am for this one (considering that one has a scheduled plot and all). I'll get on it when I can but other than that, I'm still looking for Beta readers. If you're interested, please, feel free to message me or contact me on my main Tumblr page. Again, thanks for staying with me this far! Until the next chapter!<strong>_


	12. Chase

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: Vulgar language, minor violence/bullying?*****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p>Belarus growled at the banging on her door. She stood and swung it open. "What-"<p>

A hand grabbed her and dragged her out into the living room. She yelped, pulling the arm towards her and getting a good kick at his ribs. Groaning, Germany let go and doubled over. She grimaced at him, her arms crossed over her chest in disgust. "Do not touch me."

He sighed, glancing up at her in fury. "We need to go. Now. If they found the tap then there's no doubt that they're going to be coming after you."

"Does it look like I was going to sit around and braid my hair?" She hissed.

Germany looked her up and down. "Ja."

Stepping forward, she pushed him towards a chair, both hands firmly pressed to his chest. He only 'hmphed' at her frugal attempt, scowling as deeply as ever. Rolling her eyes, she started for the door. "Hurry the fuck up and get us out of here if you're so worried, pussy. I don't have all day to waste on your worrying," Natalya grumbled.

Internally, her mind remained abuzz with thoughts and confusion. This fucking world… Filled with wire tapping, ally-shooting, sneaking behind others' back, using each other… She had had her share of stepping stones but for it to be so extreme to blatantly use those who you considered allies. It all seemed like…

'Something I would do during war.'

The thoughts made her shudder. Is this what awaited her outside of the confines of her country? What would have happened had her actions had made her a powerful country instead of the hermit she was now? Would she be recklessly bloodthirsty? It amused her to think she'd be more violent than she was now. 'The me from this world is probably a pansy,' she hissed internally, the inkling burning into her mind.

Her consciousness returned to the present as her 'babysitter', for lack for the better word, pushed past her. He smoothly turned the lock, pulling the door open and looking both ways down the hallway. She rolled his eyes at his cautiousness, taking this time to kick him out the doorway. Germany stumbled, looking back at her and growling.

"Easy, little poodle, don't get your curls in a knot," she sassed, lips pursed in minor amusement. Belarus then let out a small whistle. "Go on, lassie."

"I swear to Gott in Himmel, if this was a different situation-"

A finger poked his chest. "Or what? You'd beat me to a pulp? The only reason I'm following you is so I can get home alive."

His jaw clenched, teeth grinding. "Then why did you kick me out of the room?"

"For the Hell of it." He began to growl again and she rolled her eyes. "Just go already."

With one last sigh, he looked down towards the elevator. Germany lead the way once more, pausing to look up at the floor the elevator was on before pressing the button on the elevator, darting to the side, and starting for the stairs. Her eyes went to the elevator then back to the door to the staircase. Groaning, she went after him. "Why the hell did you press the elevator button?"

"For the Hell of it."

A predictable response. Natalya stayed as close as she could to him, slightly losing breath after a few flights of stairs. Despite having been announced "fully recovered" when released from the hospital, she found herself easily winded by the steps. Apparently the walk here was a breeze on a summer afternoon. Nevertheless, she did not breathe a word of complaint, not wanting to see the snide smirk on her caretaker's face when he found her weaker than her airs put on.

By the time they reached the bottom, slight perspiration adorned her forehead. Her chest rose and fell with slight difficulty but her teeth remained clenched, producing a reluctant panting. Germany turned back to her, examining her with a critical gaze.

"What are you waiting for, pushy?" She snapped with a quick breath. "You're the one that wanted to keep going." He stared at her a moment longer, giving a curt nod before pushing the cement door open and hurrying out.

Germany strode past the front desk, glaring at the receptionist before flinging the key card to them. Belarus followed from behind, slowly regaining her breathing. At least he was not walking at such a brisk pace. She followed him out the door and down the sidewalk, sticking as close as she needed to without getting lost. Sadly, it seemed to be a rush hour of some sort with crowded street sides and hurried cars so her presence needed to be as close to him as possible. She cursed this small town and its surprisingly large population. Then again, they were "on the run."

"How many times has that happened to me…" Belarus grumbled, almost tickled by the notion.

Germany glanced back at her, making sure she was still close by. Seeing a glare returned to him, he continued on his way with an eternally ill-tempered girl on his tail. The sun had gone past its zenith and now he began to wonder if they had found them missing yet. Knowing the Security Council, or America for the matter, they would have begun moving the moment they found the chip. Then again, it seemed England had taken control. Who knew what he could do? This wariness dug inside him, tearing away every sign of easiness that he had usually carried. He bit his lower lip, wondering how much-

Sopping. Wet.

He found himself sopping wet in a fountain the pair had been passing by. Germany had been too preoccupied by his own misgivings that he was not prepared in the slightest when Belarus gave him a simple push into it. His eyes flared with anger and he looked over at the cause of his current predicament. "Natalya. Look at what the hell _you_ did." She remained emotionless on the subject, as if her comment were nothing but a fly dying on a windowsill. His cheeks burst aflame with flushing blood and unconquerable anger. "_YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME, NATALYA? IS THAT IT? THAT PUSHING ME INTO THIS FUCKING SPIT HOLE IS HILARIOUS? WELL VERDAMMT, BITCH, I AM AT MY WIT'S END AND DOING THIS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES ISN'T DOING ANYTHING TO HELP!_"

"You are missing the point, pea brain."

He opened his mouth to retort wrathfully but Belarus grabbed the hat from his head and shoved it in his mouth. "Listen close, dick breath. I am sick and tired of seeing all this _yapping_ and _complaining_ and _whining_ over what the hell is going on in 'your world'. You think it's hard? Fucking deal with it. Your attitude right now is only going to get both of us killed and until you pull it together, I don't give a shit where I go; I will not follow someone who acts like he doesn't know what the hell he's doing." Her finger jabbed at his forehead, pushing it back with a 'tch'. "In the time it's taken me to hate your guts, the way you're acting makes me hate you even more than before and I bet if you would look at yourself, you'd feel the same way."

A moment passed, lightning flashing between their eyes before slowly… Germany found she was right. All this running, all this planning. All this abandonment of his friends. Especially about how agitated he became at each passing hour. Who the hell was he? In a matter of days, he was transformed into a conniving bastard running around and playing babysitter? And this person who he only met days ago could see that difference. His features fell in defeat, removing the hat from his mouth and holding it in his hand. Germany climbed out of the fountain, not meeting her eyes. "You don't know who we are, girl. Stop acting like you do."

"I don't know who you are. I only say what's on my mind. And right now, I prefer returning to where I belong." He hmphed, continuing as if his soaking attire would not lead to some form of bothersome pneumonia. With the roll of her eyes and a self-satisfied smirk, she followed the soaked bastard through the area, relieved to now find the other had begun to relax. "At least you're not acting like you have a stick up your ass."

"Watch it. I'm still pissed as fuck."

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><p><em><strong>Author's Note:<strong>_

_**Major thanks to Black Blood of the Red Rose for being the beta for this chapter and helping me with story lining!**_

_**That's right, guys. I'm **__**alive**__** back. And not only am I back, I updated twice! It's been really tough trying to get some stuff written up, especially with college applications right around the corner and my ask blogs and other things of the sort. I still have to get some poem ready for the try out… *many sighs* Well, then, news for the chapter. Our dear Natalya stays true to her character of being harshfully honest. T'is a lesson that sometimes you have to be honest to others, even if they don't want to hear it. In addition to that, this chapter would have been longer had I not hit writer's block. More specifically, canon block. So, why not have you guys help me out? I've set up a poll on my blog. For the next chapter to come out, I'll need some assistance. All you need to do is answer the poll question "Who is the deadest (as a nation)?" by choosing one of the choices. Shhhhh, secret as to what it's about. But that's that! As always, I always love your support for my stories and I'm sorry for the wait. Reviews are always appreciated!**_


	13. Foil

**This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."**

*****Warnings: Vulgar language, bullying*****

*****Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.*****

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><p><em>Plop.<em>

"Sit down." Germany commanded, having already taken the liberty of resting his ass on the bench and taking up a large portion of it, pointed to the other part. Her eyes rolled as she examined the area: a new, small town.

The last two hours, they left the original town, out onto the highway, veered off the concrete road to the untamed wilderness, and trekked through trees, animals, and who knows what other shit they went through. Her brittle commentary came endlessly, questioning the German's sanity only to be answered with silence. She fell quiet when the voices of people came from a quiet drone to a louder bustling. They emerged in a new town. Apparently, he did know what he was doing.

With silent regard, she took his request, legs crossed as she sat next to him. Belarus glanced at his leg, pushing it away distastefully. "You are the one with proper hiking attire."

Germany hmphed. "Says the one who would have hiked in _heels_, from what Honda told me." She glanced at him. How the hell did he know that? The man pulled his hat down. "... He was thinking out loud when he was shopping for your clothes."

Belarus did not hide an incriminating smirk. "The princess is interested in pretty bows and laces. Surprising." She felt a glare on her and flicked her hair to the side, gaining a small growl. "Either way, I am familiar with those shoes. I feel… childish in this crap."

A silence. Germany huffed. "You mean _exposed_."

Her back straightened, eyes growing more focused but not daring to turn her head. Her hands rested on her crossed legs, smirk falling into that brooding… forceful frown. She forced her fingers to be slack.

As much as she hated to admit it, the man had spoken correctly.

These clothes felt… Unnatural despite their casualness. Uncomfortable despite the way they fitted around her skin just so. Of course, they functioned correctly - though, she questioned the use of the hat and the exaggeratedly long cardigan. Not to mention the shoes dug into her unprotected Achilles' and failed to shield her from the unforgiving touches of the underbrush.

No… There was more to what he said.

She didn't feel like _her_.

Subconsciously, her fingers began to knit together, brow furrowing. These clothes were not hers, this world was not hers, hell, was she even in control of her own actions anymore?

A smile came to her face to laugh it off. She caught herself. She didn't _laugh_. Was she about to laugh? But she had smiled. What had she been preparing for?

"Hey- don't start having a mental breakdown or something." Her attention snapped to the present and her head whirled to look to the man. Germany. His name was Germany. His eyes searched her face, frowning. In worry? No. Wait. Why did she care? Holy shit, was she really having a mental breakdown. Germany sat up. "Damn, breathe-"

"I am fine," she snapped, rising to her feet. "Your presence is simply pissing me off." He huffed, as if expecting such a response. Before any other words could pass through her mouth, a rumble escaped her stomach. Her eyes widened. His eyes widened. He stared at her in disbelief.

"…You were hungry? That's why you're catty?" She opened her mouth to deny but shut it again. Her body had betrayed her enough today, mouth included. Her eyes turned away as she heard him stand with a groan. "Fine, princess, we'll get you some food. Gott, stop being such a brat." She did not answer, simply turning and moving further into town.

Unlike the other town they had been at, this one proved to be bigger. Big enough, at least, to have a small market place, already bustling with people filled with after school hungers. The strange smells perked at her nose. She did not know where to go to. In fact, wouldn't a bustling place such as this be the easiest place to be found in?

_'Belarus, did you lose your experience as well as your dignity? A crowded area is the most difficult place to be found in.'_

Rolling her eyes, she took the liberty to search the area, lips tight and narrowing down a stall with food she would not find too radical. After all, she had only come to Japan on the rare world meeting. Any other time, her international travel usually were blocked by her government. She always had work to do. Vacation time was spent inside her country. Belarus felt herself waver to a truck parked to the side, a small line gathered in front. The smell of sweet potatoes reached her nose as the faint calling of song creaked past the old metal death trap. It was food.

Belarus glanced behind her, taking note of the German standing a few feet away. She rolled her eyes. "I need money." Her hand came out and a few coins met her palm. She examined the encryption of numerals before nodding in silent thanks and returning her attention to the line. The drone of "yaki-imo… yaki-imo…" brought her back to her thoughts. She wondered when she'd be returned to her world. When she'd be given back her clothes. That was a thought. Everything had been stripped of her. Would her identity be another thing lost to her in this distant place?

Her eyes came into focus as she felt the heat of the car approaching- no, she had been stepping closer in her mindlessness. Belarus's eyes focused ever so lazily, turning to the sky. It was… Four in the afternoon.

"The devil."

Her whole body snapped into focus as something came within her… space. Belarus turned, hand snapping and flinging off someone who had been reaching for her. Her eyes narrowed and her opposite hand instinctively reached for her blades… Which there were none. Either way, she could act accordingly if the situation called for such.

The man who had reached for her stared a bit, confused. His eyes settled on her, trying to search hers as his hand lowered. Belarus scowled. "What the hell are you doing?" What about this man's appearance struck her? Something…

Slowly the man began to laugh, uncomfortable to be caught. He rubbed the back of his neck. "S-sorry. You just had something on your hat. You know. Um… It's…" He nodded to her hat again. She reached up, removing a leaf. Her uncertainty remained. "I saw the leaf so I thought I could take it out without you noticing-"

"Are you always a bumbling idiot?" She retorted. He nearly stumbled back from surprise. Her eyes rolled, noticing it was her turn in line. She stepped forward only to be cut off from the man who was behind her. She prepared for a retort before stopping. They were speaking in Japanese. Her jaw tightened none the less. How dare he cut her off. As he turned, she prepared to punish him for his rudeness when an aluminum covered bundle appeared in front of her.

"H… Here." The man offered. "Sorry. Just wanted to apologize and… Paid for your lunch?" Belarus's eyes narrowed. "Sorry, am I-"

"Stop apologizing. It's pissing me off." She snatched the bundle, slowly unwrapping it to reveal the dark skin of a sweet potato. Belarus raised the hand with coins and handed it to him. "Order some more. I have someone who's here with me." The man raised the brow and turned to order some more. While his back was turned, she moved toward Germany, peeling off skin and taking a bite into the creamy potato beneath. A familiar enough taste.

The German looked to her, brow raised. "You satisfied?" His hand raised, fingers curling to call for the change.

"I'm having someone else get your food," she answered, finishing her bite. "He's coming." Germany's jaw nearly dropped.

"Uh… Miss!" She turned, acknowledging him with a nod as she took another bite. He came over, arms full from sweet potatoes. "I didn't know how many to get you so I…"

"You bought as many as you could."

"…Yes."

She rolled her eyes, returning her gaze to her "caretaker." "Well, he used up all your money. Have some sweet potatoes."

"They're actually called yaki imo," the man offered. He looked over to Germany, waiting for the other to reach out as his own hands were full.

For a moment, the German seemed… Confused. His eyes rested on Belarus then began to look blindly at the other man. The silence remained before he reached out and took a potato. "…You got a fuck ton of them."

"You'd think he'd have some common sense," she reasoned, making the man who helped her blush. Belarus glanced over to him then to Germany. "Let's get a bag, _Mr. Beilschmditz_." He stiffened at the name, glaring at her angrily. She did not hide her silent amusement as she took the last bite of the potato and wrapped it up.

He gave a forceful grin. "Well, _Natalya_, I think that is a wonderful idea." Regardless of the situation, she gave a deft punch to his arm. He snickered. His eyes turned to the man carrying the potatoes, a bit distastefulness in his gaze. "Come with us. It is the least we can do for having the little princess treat you as a servant." She glared at him with fury but nodded to the man who had so diligently followed orders to follow them.

The trio weaved through the crowd, the man calling out at times to have them slow down. Germany finally pulled to a stop, retrieving a plastic bag and holding it out for the confused man. He sighed in relief. "Thank you… I am quite famished." He grabbed a potato and moved to take the bag only to have an empty plastic bag be shoved in his chest. He looked up, confused.

"I would rather you take what you bought and go. Natalya and I have some things to do-"

The man's face lit up. "Well, I could show you around and I don't need to go immediately."

Dear god, they had a third wheel. Belarus came over, draping herself on Germany's arm. "You see, my brother and me have spent quite some time apart. We would like to spend some time together." Her fingers dug into his arm, causing his jaw to tighten. "Alone." She reached over, placing some potatoes into the empty bag and then handing them to the man. "Here. Shoo." Her eyes bore into his, daring him to bring the matter into discussion.

For a moment, the man stared at her, shocked at her sternness. His hands suddenly enveloped the one that held the bag, pressing some paper into her hand. His cheeks grew red. "M-My name is Karsten. Thank you." He took the bag and disappeared into the crowd as suddenly as he had appeared.

Belarus, caught off guard as the interaction had taken place, frowned and stared at the paper in her hand. A number? She rolled her eyes, thinking to toss it away before reconsidering. The man had done her a good turn. With a shrug, she placed it in her pocket and turned to her shell shocked "brother." "You… Got a number. From a random man. While we are quite occupied with something else entirely?"

She glared at him. "Do you know Japanese? No. He offered, I took it. Simple as that." Belarus snatched up another aluminum bundle, peeling away the skin for another bite. "What is the plan now?" Germany rubbed his temple, seeming unaware of what had been asked. "You act as if you haven't used your espionage skills to your advantage before?" Nothing. Then it struck her. This man lacked any matter of poise. "… You never were a field agent, were you."

"Quiet," he huffed, stomping away from the market grounds. "It does not concern you what I have done or not done."

"The same applies to you."

"But you just got a number from a random man, and in this place if I might add-"

"Oh, I had no idea you cared-"

"I'm going to care if our necks are on the line and I-" Germany breathed slowly, gathering himself. "Nat-"

"_Arlovskaya_."

He rolled his eyes. "You're too old for him anyway."

"Bumbling idiot is not my type," she added, thinking back to a certain man in her world whose IQ level dropped whenever he saw her.

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "… I must be honest. I have never seen a Reaper before." Her eyebrow raised, wondering what had caused the conversation to veer so suddenly. "I mean, yes, we are not supposed to see Reapers but… I never chanced it. Even after the sudden outbreak in 2000 when Fe… some nations close to me had been attacked. I can only get what I can from reports." He said no more on the matter, changing the topic rapidly. "We'll rest here for the night. From my guess, the group will think that we moved past this town to a more distant location. I do not want to trust the big cities yet. They may force Honda to put up posters of you. As much as I trust Honda, I do not trust his actions when forced by the Security Council."

"But word travels fast in small towns." She received a glare then a sigh. Belarus followed him, knowing well off the back he knew what he was doing despite his lack of experience in the field.

They walked for sometime before coming upon a small inn. Germany came in first, examining the room before approaching the front desk and speaking for a few moments. Belarus waited on the side, finishing the second helping and tossing the wrapping away just as Germany completed the transaction. The man nodded to her and she followed him to the room, watching him fall in after her.

In comparison with the original room, this one felt much simpler. A bed, a side table with a lamp, a couch, drawers, a window with curtains, and an adjoining bathroom. Simple. Belarus looked to the window, peeking out the curtains to view the busy people passing by. Why did... Part of her want to wave? Her fingers curled and she tore herself from the window, settling on her place on the bed. The German plopped on the couch, helping himself to the plethora of the sweet potatoes.

In her mind, she went over the last words that left him, her fingers intertwining. "… Why did you bring up Reapers?" Belarus asked, her eyes meeting the German's. He did not break their meeting eyes.

"Because I didn't see Karsten was there until you mentioned him."

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><p><strong>Author's Note:<strong>

**Major thanks to Resistant Raisin for being the beta for this chapter!**

**It's great to be back on this. I can't say I'm off hiatus just yet but I'm making slow progress with this story in my free time. Schedule wise, I'm still waiting to see what colleges I got accepted to but I'm also working on scholarship essays and a lot of planning things at school. Well, that's it for what I'm doing! Please leave reviews on how the chapter was, "theories," and other comments. Thanks again!**


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