I don't own Hetalia. Wish I did though. I'd give China shorter hair and make America a bit more chubby ^_^. Enjoy the story!

"Russia!"

Belarus was at Russia's door again, clawing at it with her long nails. Russia, needless to say, was cowering behind his couch as usual. Russia was also holding his pipe. Last time Belarus broke through, Russia was defenseless against her.

"Go away," Russia yelled behind the door, "I'm armed! I'm warning you!"

Lithuania had walked by the hall where all of this was going down. He sighed, watching Belarus break the doorknob away from the door.

"Brother! Please," Belarus yelled, "Come out of there, damn it!"

"Every day," Lithuania mumbled under his breath, walking to Russia's office. He had decided to drop off the papers Russia wanted into his room, instead of dealing with Belarus' drama. As Lithuania opened the door, he saw something that could get Belarus to stop being mean to him. He took a painting and left Russia's room, while putting his papers on his desk. As he walked down the hall, Estonia and Latvia saw the painting in Lithuania's hand. Knowing the inner workings of Lithuania's mind, Estonia had rushed forward to Lithuania and started to grab him.

"Lithuania!" Estonia was grabbing Lithuania by his collar. "Are you crazy!? If you screw this up, Belarus will kill you!"

"Yeah! But if it works, Belarus will stop being mean to me!" Lithuania had confidence in his plan.

"Well..." Lithuania looked down to see Latvia, wiping a tear from his face. "If you think it will work, then good luck."

"Thank you Latvia," Lithuania said, walking down the hall to Belarus' room, holding a painting.

"Ms. Belarus!" said Lithuania , knocking on her door. Belarus opened her door, to see Lithuania shaking a small bit.

"...What?" Belarus had said that with venom dripping from that one word. Lithuania was shaking even more.

"May I come in?"

"...No." Just a flat out no. It sounded even more stern than Belarus' first word.

"Hear me out! I believe I have found a solution to your Russia problem."

Belarus wasn't convinced, but she was now interested. She opened her door and stepped aside so Lithuania could step inside her room. Lithuania had a heart attack when he walked in. There were pictures of Russia everywhere, and pictures of the Baltics too, with knives in them. Belarus' motioned Lithuania to sit down on a chair near her bed.

"So," Lithuania said, as he sat down. He was still trembling, but he had a small air of confidence as Belarus had decided to hear what he had to say. "About your issue with Russia-"

"He's mine!" said Belarus, "And if you are thinking of taking him from me, that picture on the wall might be a reality!" She said that while pointing at a picture of Lithuania, with a knife lodged in his eye. Lithuania almost had another heart attack, and nearly fainted.

"N-n-no! I wouldn't t-take Russia f-from you. In fact, I'm going to help you get Russia to like you."

Belarus listened closely. "How?"

"Have you ever noticed that Russia hangs around China a lot?" Lithuania had took the painting he borrowed from Russia's room. It was a painting of Russia holding (a not so compliant) China.

"Well," Belarus had started to get what Lithuania was getting at. "He does hang around China a lot."

"If I tell you my solution," Lithuania began, "you must promise me that you will be nice to me and the others." Lithuania was shaking as he said those words, scared that Belarus would hurt him.

"Grrr... fine! What do I have to do?"

The time was WWII

The place was Hong Kong Harbor, when the Japanese had attacked*. Japan and his ship had arrived at Hong Kong's port, but Japan had seen something unexpected. He saw not only Hong Kong, but China, Britain, and a floating bear.

"Rook!" Japan had exclaimed to his men. "That bear is froating!"

"My name is Canada," Japan had barely heard that from the port. "Why won't anyone remember my name?"

"Hong Kong," China had said, "Go hide-aru. Me, Britain, and the floating bear will defend you!"

"I'm Canada!"

"Japan will be here any minute," Britain said. "China, go rally your troops. I'll hold them off with... um... Canadia?"

"For the love of maple..."

"Yes-aru!" China had dashed off to a building near the port. There, he had placed his army, armed with poor weapons and equipment. At least the troops here have guns, China thought. He had recalled a regiment armed with only swords. They were effective, but most of them had died**. But none of China's troops were where he left them. In their place, a lone person in a panda suit was standing there. China had the urge to hug it, but remembered that time when it was really Russia.

"Oh no you don't!" China had drawn his sword. "You can't fool me again-aru! Ally or not, I have had enough!" China had dashed forward and with one stroke, decapitated the panda head from the suit. The mask had fell to the floor, but inside of it was part of a blue bow.

"You had intentions of hurting my brother?" China had heard a girls voice from the suit. His head was up to the suits (decapitated) neck, so he didn't know it was Belarus who was talking. Just then, Belarus had jumped out from the suit, to China's surprise.

"Belarus? Is that you-aru?"

"Yes. I came to you for advice, but you tried to kill my brother. Thank God I'm as short as you."

"Ah! Don't hurt me! I'm just stressed from the war with Japan, that's all. And my allies are no better. Right now, that firework maniac Hong Kong is being defended by that stupid arrogant Britain, and a floating bear.

"His name is Canada!" Hong Kong had yelled from another building, where he was hiding.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Belarus began. "On one condition." She walked up to China and pulled him towards her by his oversized sleeves.

"Teach me how to get Russia to like me."

*Hong Kong was actually attacked in WWII. China, Britain, and Canada rushed to Hong Kong's defense.

** China actually used swords in WWII, like Japan and their katanas. Because of gun shortages, a Chinese regiment used swords called Da Daos, against the Japanese. It was so effective, troops up against this regiment wore steel collars to defend themselves against decapitations.