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Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or any other country, name, or reference to the material. I do however; own my OC's and their temperamental personalities. If I did, there'd be even MOAR crack pairings.

It was unfortunately, America's turn to speak and he had totally had gone over the 8 minute time-limit. Across from me was France, who I had been entertaining myself with by silent flirting. He was pretty good at it, and it was better than paying attention to America. It looked like everyone else was ignoring him, too. Greece and Turkey were talking quietly beside me, Canada was practically invisible, and England looked ready to blow, his face was red and quickly turning purple. I looked at the paper in front of me, which told us the general topic of the meeting. I was after…America? Yeah, that was it. I rubbed the bridge of my nose again, ignoring the hole being stared into me by Prussia. After Germany had cut off his sentence, he had been 'escorted outside' by a flustered Germany.

Everyone's reaction to me was starting to piss me off. Fuck, it was like we were at school and I was the new girl. I looked back up to France and winked. I hated it, but damn me if I wasn't going to take advantage of this opportunity.

'So, how are you?' France mouthed to me, snapping me out of my private thoughts. How was I? I guess I was okay, did I look bad or something? I pulled my small purse from the floor and pulled out a compact mirror. No, I looked fine. I had put on a pale color of lipstick, and my hair had grown out to my shoulders, still straight as a pin. My eyes were accented by eyeliner, and nothing else. I looked over my compact to see Greece staring at me with an unreadable from the corner of my eye. I looked quickly back to France, and grinned. 'Fabulous, but I'm bored. You?' I mimed back, and his smile lit up like a firecracker. He looked so happy from me merely talking to him? Hunh. An ugly, devious thought crept into my brain, and I slouched forward, and crossed my arms on the table. His eyes went straight to my chest. Bingo. Too bad Russia kept close tabs on his sisters, right? It looked like besides Liechtenstein and Hungary, I was the only noticeable girl here. Oh, baby. I drew a hand across the air in front of my shirt, and cradled my cheek with it. France's eyes shot up to mine, looking slightly embarrassed. I smiled wickedly, and shook my finger from side to side. 'Off limits, babe. How's your country doing?'

France's eyes dulled, and he slouched back, flipping his hair back with a hand. Aw, was the poor country insulted by my rejection? His eyes flickered to me, and then to America, who looked like he was about to be done. I looked down at my paper. Aw, shit. I was next to go. I closed my eyes, and wished myself luck.

"Miss Antarctica? You're next. Unlike America, please keep it to 8 minutes, no more than that." Germany stated, and I stood up, attracting everyone's attention. I drew a deep breath, and started talking.

"As Germany said, I'm Antarctica. If you don't know where it is, screw you, I'm at the top of the globe, I have the North Pole." A couple of people snickered, and I glanced at America. He gave me a thumbs up, I thought distantly that it would be obvious him and I were friends. "I'm sure most of you all know why I'm here, for once. My miners have uncovered enough raw oil to fill at this moment," I paused, steeling myself,

"To fill 25 million, 20-thousand vats. However, I'm not-"

Pandemonium ensured. A good half of the room stood up, and started shouting at me, at each other. I could hear snippets of accusations. See? I had been right about the long day thing. Where was Turkey?

"Giving it all to France? Whore and liar!"

"-fucking everyone!"

"Bitch, give it"

"Fuck you!"

"Give it to me!"

"Give it!"

"Mine, bitch!"

My eyes were wide in shock, and I took a step back to asses the situation. I could not cave in to this pressure. It was MINE! I didn't have to ell them, the more I thought about it, the more confident I was. They could rot. I could sell it for a high price, buy weapons to defend myself with, fuck them and their attitudes. I took in a deep breath, and whispered in a hushed voice.

"Shut up, all of you. NOW." No one listened to me, but France looked at me worriedly, and said something in my direction. I couldn't hear it over the din of the other countries. Something popped, and I stumbled for a second. I dismissed it as shyness. I started to hear a tinny, high-pitched ringing in my head. I stopped hearing everyone, and stared at France across from me He was very pretty...but it didn't make myself happy to see him. He looked at me, and moved his mouth, I couldn't read the words, he wasn't pronouncing them enough for me, then pulled England to him from his side and pointed at me. England blanched, and walked out of the room.

Everything was quiet, except that noise in my head. Was everyone quiet already? Why? I looked to my left, and felt unreal as I touched a blooming, red spot in the middle of my chest. I couldn't feel the blood on my fingers. Strangely, it didn't hurt. What happened? Did I hurt myself? I looked to my left, scooting the seat away from me, and jerked, as Russia had appeared out of the corner of my eye and walked up to me. Why wasn't I sensing anything? I wasn't this blind, usually. Why wasn't I feeling anything? I looked in Russia's blank eyes, when did he get so close? I realized he was saying something, shaking me, and I didn't know what to think. I felt empty, as peaceful as I had been in a long, long time. I smiled, and looked over his shoulder. to the rest of the room. A good prtion of people had stormed off, or were they plotting to attack me now? Turkey was right behind him, holding something in the air. I frowned. Why did he look so angry?

It seemed like I had all the time in the world to stumble a step to intercept Turkey's blow. I felt like I was floating, light, airy, and then everything went dark.

The first thing I felt was the pain. Searing, burning, but I couldn't cry. I had told myself I wouldn't anymore, not for me, not for anyone. I was still floating in a sea of nothingness, but at the same time it wasn't a sea. It was a drop of water, so clear and white. It was warm in the abyss, but I felt a nagging, distant feeling in my head. Was I supposed to remember something….something important? I felt twitchy, and felt the vague idea of someone pinning me down. I couldn't move my arms, my legs, I couldn't breathe. The sea had swallowed me up, I couldn't breathe. THe sea started to fade, or was I fading? But no…I wanted the sea back, I liked swimming, I think. I couldn't place any of my thoughts. I heard a voice, insistent. Were my people calling me back?

Then, I was awake.

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