Hello! Okay, sorry if I accidentally didn't correctly do this the first time, but HOPEFULLY I fixed it, and I hope that you enjoy. Finally, Chapter 2, formally and rightfully.


Chapter 2: The Book PART 1

Russia returned home, caught sight of the calendar, and groaned.

Today was one of the scheduled visits from his sister, Belarus. In fact, she was probably already there, waiting, in his room, on his bed, ready to seize his vital regions. The thought made him shiver.

Then, a better, happier thought came to him: He had his book, the amazing 3rd series of Hazel, waiting for him in his study. He smiled to himself, and then walked down the hall into his study. As he walked, he wondered why Sealand had been so afraid of him. Come to think of it, many countries seemed to be afraid of him. Was it because he looked somewhat intimidating? No, that couldn't be it. Was it because Belarus had scared them? Yes, Russia was convinced that this had to be it.

He paused with his hand on the doorknob. Did he just hear a page being turned? Hm, Russia thought, I must have left the window open. He opened the door and sat in his chair. He began to reach for his book when something in the corner caught his eye. He turned to see Belarus absorbed in her own copy of Ecru Midnights, and, surprisingly, not even noticing him.

"Uh, N-Natalya…"Russia stuttered.

"Shh… Брат, I'm almost done." Belarus fanned her right hand, as if to signal him to be quiet, not once taking her eyes off of the book. Russia's jaw dropped. Not only had she ignored him, but when she had acknowledged him, she had shushed him!

Russia stood there, with his mouth hanging open for five minutes, until Belarus, having finished the book, closed it and stood up. Although she had a solemn look on her face, not giving away a smile, her eyes were bright.

Russia forced his mouth shut and stared at her in bewilderment as she took yet another book out of her bag, and the book jacket read, Silver Waters. Russia grabbed the book out of her hands.

"Сестра, where did you get this!"

Belarus smiled, with fire behind her eyes.

"Matvey gave it to me, after America gave it to him."

"And where did America get it?"

"It was already © in his country."

"But it's not supposed to be published until July!"

Russia took off the book jacket and studied the binding. It read, Hazel.

"Сестра, why would you trick me like that?"

"What do you mean Брат?"

He held up the book to her.

"This is Hazel, and though a good read, you lied and made me think that it was Silver Waters."

"I didn't lie."

She gestured toward the book jacket lying on the floor.

"I thought that you were speaking of the cover, Брат. Repunzel Petrical created the cover and had it ©. She took a copy of it and sent it to Alfred over the internet. He had forgotten Matvey's birthday and sent it to him as a present. Matvey printed it out and, knowing I would want it, gave it to me." Belarus left out the part where she had threatened Canada with her knife, it wasn't important.

"So you have nothing of your own coming from your country?"Russia asked.

"Yes I do. I have the rumors."

"What rumors?"

Belarus looked shocked.

"You haven't heard them?"

Russia narrowed his eyes and Belarus told him.

"Rumor has it that the characters are real people. There is really a Germain Mist, a real Jared Blue, they live in the real town of Aberdeen, Washington, and they really went through everything written down in the books."

"Wow," Russia said, smiling to himself. "I hope that that is true, I'd love to have a picture of Germain Mist."

A sudden wind came through the room, and Russia was alone.

"Natalya?" Russia called out to no one.

Meanwhile, Belarus was running at top speed to Hungary's house.

She would get a camera.

And she would take that picture.


Chapter 2: The book PART 2

Germain turned off her shower and wrung the water out of her hair. She got out to get a towel and then she saw a flash. She turned her head with inhuman speed to the place where she thought that she saw the flash.

There was nothing there, so she decided that it must be her imagination, but her gut feeling, which was always right, told her otherwise. As she wrapped a towel around herself, she received a premonitive feeling: something big was about to happen.


Alright, I really hope that this is good and fixed. If you haven't read the jazzed-up version of chapter 1, which I replaced chapter 1 with, please do so. By the way, does anyone else think that this is kind of a form of Lolita? I just realized that it kind of does...

AN: Just a few days ago, I saw a truck that read 'Sealand Imports' on the side. Since it was in the beautifully crazy country of America, does that mean that America recognizes Sealand? Why would he do that? It was a huge controversy in my mind for a few hours, but then I realized: He WOULD do it, but just to annoy England, right? I want feedback, and I am opening the subjest for debate!

I hope that you aren't too annoyed with me,

~LoveEmergesFromDarkness