Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! If I did, do you know how much money I would have? And if I did... well... :)
AN: Oh no, not another one! *waves of plot bunnies attack* Good lord! D-Don't hurt me! Stay back, bunnies! Anywho, this is a story told from Costa Rica's POV. She's an OC of mine, mainly from To Babysit Countries (though she makes an appearance in other fics of mine occasionally). If you don't know her, I suggest that you check out that fic I just mentioned! Or you can just find out about her as you read. Please do enjoy!
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It started at the world meeting. I don't talk much; I normally hang in the back with Prussia or Romano. Their brothers say everything – Germany wouldn't want Prussia to mess anything up and Italy always offers. Of course, I just don't have much to say.
While those two don't listen, I do. Actually, I'm one of the few countries at the meeting that listens to everything and doesn't start fighting.
I'm Costa Rica, or you can call me Camilla Madrigal. I smooth my dress as I listen to France and England bicker over something again. The fights are the few things I don't listen to. Instead I look at Gilbert and Lovino. They're both whining about their brothers.
I know a thing or two about brothers. Besides America, who I only look up to as a brother, I have a bunch of siblings from Central America. Honduras, Nicaragua, Guatemala, and El Salvador are all my brothers. Panama and Belize are my sisters. Mexico is considered our brother, as he tends to look after us, but he isn't as close to me as the others are.
Mexico's only a couple decades older than Honduras, Nicaragua and me. We're considered the three triplets since we were all independent within three weeks of each other. After us is Guatemala, and then El Salvador. They aren't too much younger than us. But Panama is, and Belize is over a century younger than Honduras, Nicaragua and me.
As one of the oldest, listening to these two bicker or whine isn't unfamiliar for me.
The meeting is almost over when Russia stands up, smiling. That manages to catch my attention. He walks over to the podium where America is currently standing, and shoves him away.
With a smile he adds "Hey England? Could you come here?" Noticing the dark aura around the frosty country, England decided to go up and not anger him. I can't say that that was a good idea…
Russia wraps an arm around England's shoulders, and I among other countries sit up straighter. This can't be good. Even Prussia and Romano are disturbed. We share a glance.
"Hey, Costa Rica, get out of here…" Romano whispers it, eyebrows knitted together. My eyes show alarm. "What?"
Romano and I used to be part of Spain's family. We both tend to get each other out of trouble. But I've never seen Romano look so serious.
His eyes dart suspiciously to Prussia. He looks back at me, and whispers in Spanish, a language we both learned from Spain that Prussia doesn't know. "Camilla, no sé qué va a pasar, pero algo anda mal. Deja, ahora. Rusia no se perderá."
"Y tú, Lovino? Si usted piensa que es peligroso estar aquí, no me iré sin ti."
His eyes harden and he looks away. "Lo siento, Camilla. Pero no se oldvide, esta reunión de en Italia. No puedo dejar a mi hermano."
My eyes widen. I can't believe him. But he doesn't leave me room to argue, he's good at that. I suppose I understand his reasoning, anyways.
I stand silently, and make my way to the door. Romano's right, Russia's eyes go right over me as I leave. I suppose that I learned a thing or two from Canada. Speaking of which, he's the only one that noticed me leaving. He gave me an odd look as I left, and I felt guilt swallow me.
What was going on that put us all on edge? I mean, Russia is someone I consider a friend. A scary, overpowering friend, but a friend nonetheless. I know that a bunch of countries are intimidated by him, and I understand why, but what is he doing now?
I shut the door behind me but find that I'm still able to look in. I hear Russia's voice plainly.
"Now, England, if you would please read this passage for me, da?" "Wh-What is this? I don't recognize this language…" "It is Russian! Now read it!"
There was a pause and I watched England struggle with the Russian characters. "Pust' real'nyy i neareal'nyy miks. Iz ognennoy yamy ada demony pust' rastet. Pust' oni slivayutsya s dushami chelovecheskimi zhertvoprinosheniyami. Gnev dolzhen dyshat' ognem vragam svoim, i oni budut rasti do i predstavit' ikh khozyain."
I watched the dark symbols on the floor rise. I knew I wasn't hallucinating, I once saw England do magic – but how did all of these symbols get painted onto the floor?
"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol…" the haunting laughter shook me as the dark aura swirled around Russia. I watched England try to leave the podium but Russia's hand clamped down on his wrist.
"B-Bloody hell! T-That was a spell, wasn't it? Some sort of R-Russian curse! You put those symbols all around the room! You made me – what did you make me do?!"
I looked in horror as weird, red smog rose in wisps from the floor. Terrifying creatures made of the smoke whirled around the room, occasionally one would grip onto a country with its claws, and disappear.
Russia started laughing as one attached itself to England and he fell to the floor. "You see, these are evil Russian demons that do my bidding! I have gotten you to summon them, silly England! Now they have possessed all of the countries in the meeting, and you will all have no choice but become one with me, da?"
I gasp in fear. Most of the world countries were at this meeting! Russia has control of all of them now?
His gaze drifts over everyone, all of which have collapsed, unconscious. His gaze then lifts to me, where I stand on the other side of the door.
His face twists with malice and his eyes are full of pure hatred. I turn to run, hating how cowardly I feel, as he steps closer and closer to me.
"Vy budete sozhalet' dnya vy povernulis' protiv matushki-Rossii! Vy stanete odnim so mnoy, Kosta-Rike!"
I flee the building, not completely sure of what has just happened. What is Russia planning to do? Conquer the world?
I don't have the time to face-palm myself. Of course, Camilla, that's exactly what he's going to do!
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AN: So I do want my Camilla to be paired with someone, but I'm not sure who. So I'm asking you, the readers! Any suggestions? Who do you think Costa Rica should be with?
Translations: (From Google Translate so don't sue me if they're wrong)
"Camilla, no sé qué va a pasar, pero algo anda mal. Deja, ahora. Rusia no se perderá." ~ "Camilla, I don't know what's going to happen, but something's wrong. Leave, now. Russia won't miss you." (Spanish)
"Y tú, Lovino? Si usted piensa que es peligroso estar aquí, no me iré sin ti." ~ "And you, Lovino? If you think it's dangerous to be here, I'm not leaving without you." (Spanish)
"Lo siento, Camilla. Pero no se oldvide, esta reunión de en Italia. No puedo dejar a mi hermano." ~ "I'm sorry, Camilla. But don't forget, this meeting's in Italy. I can't leave my brother." (Spanish)
"Pust' real'nyy i neareal'nyy miks. Iz ognennoy yamy ada demony pust' rastet. Pust' oni slivayutsya s dushami chelovecheskimi zhertvoprinosheniyami. Gnev dolzhen dyshat' ognem vragam svoim, i oni budut rasti do i predstavit' ikh khozyain." ~ "Let the real and unreal mix. From the fiery pits of Hell let the demons rise. Let them merge with the souls of the human sacrifices. Anger shall breathe fire upon their enemies, and they shall rise before and submit to their master." (Russian)
"Vy budete sozhalet' dnya vy povernulis' protiv matushki-Rossii! Vy stanete odnim so mnoy, Kosta-Rike!" ~ "You will regret the day you turned against Mother Russia! You will become one with me, Costa Rica!" (Russian)