.: Miscommunications Omake :.

Because it was so fan-requested, and sometimes, sometimes, stories do need a day after chapter.

I tried to make this short, but it didn't work *fail*.

Anyways, You're Welcome. =^w^=


There was no easy way to say it.

There seemed to be only three things in Natalya's path of eye contact. The clock, the evil, caniving, mischeivious little box on the coffee table, and the floor. Floor, back to the box, then the clock, maybe the box again before returning to the floor...or did there need to be another glance at the box somewhere in there?

The only sound bouncing off the cold walls of her sister's living room were the soft pats of the Belarusian's socked feet pacing steadily back and forth the entire length of the room. She was waiting, so pain stakingly waiting. Why did it take this long? Wasn't a week long enough to worry? Oh, and had she ever been worried. She was doing this at Trina's house instead of Vanya's for the sole reason that she was worried of what Brother would say if he saw her doing...this.

There was no easy way to say it. Natalya was scared.


One Week Before, the Morning after The Night .


Her eyelids fluttered sleepily. A weak breath caught in her dry throat as she hissed quietly at the sting between her legs.

Oh Christ, thought Natalya, I can hardly move without that damn throbbing pain! How bluntly unuseful. She shifted under the warm covers, trying to find a more comfortable position for sleep. Between the annoying pains in her nether regions and the golden morning sunlight shining stripes through the blinds onto her face, it was an ultimately annoying-

Wait...Nat thought. Beneath the covers, her wary hand slid gently down her core to her groin. Ever so tenderly, she laid her fingers down and pressed a digit on the outside of her-

"Fuuuuuck!" Natalya cried, eyes blasting open as she sat bolt upright in bed. She seethed as she panted, waves of slicing aches burning all the way down to her toes, but slowly dying in intensity. Through wide eyes she took in her surroundings.

Ukraine's old room?

"Oh, Sister! You're awake!" A buxom, short haired woman suddenly leaped into Belarus' vision from a chair at the end of the bed.

"Y-Yekatrina?"

Said girl swept up to Natalya's beside, engulfing her youngest sibling in a crushing hug. "I've been so worried! B-But you're up now! Oh, Natty, are you-"

Natty...Natty...Natty will tell brother, da?...Liet banged Natty on Ivan s bed?...Natty is resisting...Natty can t get away...Natty brought it upon herself...Natty won t be able to watch...no one will ever touch Natty again...Natty...Natty...Natty likes it when Brother rails her! Aaah, my naughty Natty!...

"Don't call me that!" Belarus pried herself free and crawled backwards on the mattress, away from Ukraine. The once striking, fearsome girl was now literally shaking in the corner, eyes petrified open.

"Huh? Natty, what in the wor-"

"I said DON'T CALL ME THAT! Don't fucking call me Natty, Trina! I-I hate it!"

"B-But sister, we've called you that since you were bo-"

"Well, d-don' anymore!"

"O-Okay, I won't! Please, calm down Natalya!" Yekatrina sat on the edge of the bed, glancing with loving concern at her younger sister. She outstretched an arm in her direction, bading the quivering girl back to her. After consideration, Belarus relented and inched into her sisters arms, and was no later compressed between Ukraine;s thin arms and...well, chest.

"I came back home just to see you, sister. I knew I needed to see you aft-"

"How did you-?"

"Baltics."

"Damn them."

"Natalya!"

"What? I-It was none of their business!"

"They were trying to help you, Belarus! Little Raivis called me at 3 am this morning!" As infamous, stray tears blossoming over Yekatrina's eyelids, small whimpers creaking into her words. "He'd worked himself into a lather, he was half crying and kept forgetting to breath! I could practically hear him shaking on the phone! T-They were worried about you, Sister!"

"Well, I never worry about them."

"A-Any of them?"

"None."

"Not even Toris? I think he might care for yo-"

"Especially not Toris."

"B-B-But how can you say that?"

"I-I. Hate. Him! I hate that imbecilic little worm! He's the worst servant Bro-" Belarus froze in her tracks. Her lips tingled and her tongue halted. The muscle pressed against the back of her teeth, refusing to comply like a stubborn child.

Couldn't she even bring herself to spit out his name?

"Ah...w-well, L-Liet's the worst servant we've ever had!" She quickly rephrased.

"But Sister," Yekatrina gaze swirled, slowly turning into a quizical glance. "Y-You just called him 'Liet'."

...Shit.

"T-That means NOTHING!" Belarus pulled away from her older sister once more, eyes now more angry then saddened and lips quivering as she tried threw excuses out as fast as she could muster. "I'll always hate Liet, because HE'S the reason this happened to me!"

Silence engulfed the room. A nearing echo of pattering feet in the hallway outside of the bedroom was all audioble between to sisters. Yekatrina's expression painted a thousand synonyms of horrified. "W-What?"

The bedroom door crashed open. Both girls turned quickly at the sound, suddenly transfixed in shock as Latvia ran into the room.

"Help us, please! H-He's hurt!"

Ukraine leapt up from the mattress and hurried out the door with Raivis, leaving the fragile silverette alone under the bright lines of morning light.

Natalya stared at the empty doorway blatently. He? D-Do they mean...no, why would nervous little Latvia be running to help 'him'?

Frantic whispering peaked through the doorway, catching the azure eyed girl's attention instantly. "T-Take his arm!"

"Eduard, can you get his feet?"

"Yeah, just a-"

"Oh!"

"Are you alright Raivis?"

"Y-Yes, just go-"

"Shhhh!"

"Sorry..."

"Got him?"

"Yes."

"Me too. Hoist!"

"Okay, then start walking. Quickly, before Master sees-"

Master? If they aren't already with bro...'him'...Natalya deduced inwardly. then...then they have L-

First through the door was the back of Estonia. He turned his head and began quietly spilling out directions. "A little to the left - your other left, Raivis! Yekatrina, raise him a bit higher - now straight, you two!"

All three of the worried nations appeared into the room, each helping to carry the body between them; Latvia and Ukraine with his arms, Estonia with his feet. Slung between, well, there he was; the unconscious, seeping crimson, half naked, horribly torn apart Lithuanian servant. Toris...no, Liet.


"Sister?" A high pitched female voice called into the livingroom, where Natalya was still busy pacing a rut into the carpet. A recognizable bouncing noise hit the younger girl's ears as her eldest sibling Yekatrina popped in the room. "There you are! I've been looking all - er, what are you doing, exactly?"

"Whaddya think?" Natalya blew a strong huff out her nostrils in frustration, then jabbed a pale finger towards the box on the coffee table which she continued marching about.

"..." Ukraine crawled closer to the table. "I don't understand, what is it?"

"Can't you read?" Belarus scoffed and crossed her arms as she walked.

"Er..." The short hair nation reached out and picked up the box for closer inspection, when it was suddenly snatched from her grasp. "...huh?-"

"Don't touch it!" Natalya sat it firmly back on the table's surface. "Y-You might mess it up!"

"Natalya, what the hell you talking about?"

"I-I need to know..." she trailed. "The...results...d-don't mess up the answer..."


Natalya eyed him warily. She'd seen him broken before. Hell knows everyone had seen Toris bruised up and a little shaken. This was different. This was much more extreme. This time he was nearly dead - he was supposed to be dead, but some how the bastard lived...

His brothers had laid him in Ukraine's bed, both for recovery and for safety. Belarus sat carelessly in the chair formerly at the end of the bed, now moved to Liet's bedside. She'd literally been yanked off the mattress by her sister and forced to sit and monitor the new patient. Stupid Liet being more wounded then hurt and needing the stupid bed more when she was still stupidly tired! How dumb!

Natalya was alone with him in the room. Eduard left to check on 'him', and Yekatrina had taken Raivis into the hall for a word, not wanting to wake Toris. Natalya simply stared at the unconscious brunette. His bangs fell away from his eyes and hung down his cheeks, framing his peaceful face. The rest of his tousled mop laid snuggly on the pillow, circling his skull like a halo. Ukraine had folded his hands on his bare, shirtless chest, which Natalya though made him look like a cadaver in an open casket, which he had nearly become today. Between slices of ruby, his pale skin seemed to emanate under the golden morning rays, the blinds now pulled back and window open for fresh air. Belarus counted all of the puncture wounds on his unmoving corspe...64, 65, 66...she'd gotten lost around 70-something.

Natalya sighed, crossing her arms and looking rather distastefully at her patient. "You're an idiot sometimes, you know that?" The body didn't stir, not that she'd expected it to. "You knew very well that walking into 'his' room after something like that would be nothing but trouble, and you did it anyways. And you were so eager when I came to you, so ready to get me out of here. Did you want to 'save' me, Toris? Don't try to be the hero, Liet. Don't try to be brave. Don't try to freaking impress me. You're still just a worthless maid. If I could slap you right now, I probably would. If I could stab you - well, that s already been done today, hasn't it?

Belarus continued to eye him, as if she somehow wanted the sleeping body to react to her little speech. No, he's out cold. He didn't hear anything. She mulled. Rather, he still can't hear anything...

"And yet," She continued, turning quickly to make sure the door was closed and she was still alone, then turned back. So gently, so unnaturally for Belarus, she reached out tentatively to Liet's face. With solely the tips of her fingers, she gentley brushed back and tucked a bang behind his ear. "...if I could kiss you...just to say thanks, because I still hate you..." She leaned in close, nerves bundling in her stomach the closer she got. She place an ever-so-fair peck on the peak of his cheekbone, then quickly returned to sitting straight up in her chair, should anyone walk in now. "There, no evidence."

"N-Not even a w-witness statement?" Just as Natalya thought she was cleared, the unmoving form wormed open a hazy green orb and a scratchy, tired voice escaped it's bruised lips.

Belarus was startled at first...but then realized what he'd said...and wanted to melt in embarrasment.

"H-H-How long have you been awake?"

"J-Just..." Liet coughed a few meazily hacks and smiled weakly, but playfully. "Just since I landed on this bed."

Natalya paled. "Y-You bastard! You've been awake this entire time I've been rambling on-"

"Y-You still want to escape this place, Nat?" He cut her off.

Belarus halted her words. "Last night was a tad dramatic. It's still Miss Natalya to you."

Liet chuckled. "Whatever, Nat."

"For god's sake, I just said-"

"Do I look like a man with anything else to lose?"

"Oh, just shut up and sleep already."

"I c-can't sleep without an answer. Do you still want to get out of here?"

Natalya looked away. "I don't have to say anything to you."

"But you want to." The Lithuanian attempted to sit up on the mattress, only to cry out and seethe his breaths as the wounds on his back rubbed against his pillow.

"Jesus, lay back down, idiot!" The fair haired girl helped the servant down again.

"..." He stared at her expectantly.

"Fine." She glared down at him. "If I could, I suppose I'd still leave. But I'm not so sure that's a possibility anymore."

"Why's that?"

"You're really annoying," Natalya rolled her eyes, then leaned back in her chair and gazed out the open window, alone in her thoughts. "There is only about a 15% chance that I won't conceive my bro...brother's child, either today or in the next few days. There was no sort of protection, so it's most likely he'll get what he wanted and I'll soon be expecting."

"...I knew he didn't know for sure so soon." Toris mumbled.

"He might as well have. 85 to 15 and the odds are in his favor." The silverette sighed, shutting those deep blue orbs and holding her head on her hands.

"But isn't there something we can do?" Lithuania emphasized.

"I'm not sure if we should."

Toris was taken aback. "W-Wha...how can you..."

"Brother said," Belarus confirmed, finally bringing herself to overcome his name. "as it was all happening, that he was knocking me up so the world would see I was his and no one would dare touch me. If I do get pregnant and we somehow get rid of it, who's to say the same though won't pop into his mind another night when he's had too much to drink? This will all happen again and I'll still end up having his kid."

"Hold on," Liet muttered. "Are you telling me that now you want to have his baby?"

"...Only that I think it would make things easier."

"Natalya-"

"Miss Nat-"

"WHATEVER! D-Don't think like that! You'll never be able to have anything happy in your life if you keep thinking that way! You used to be a strong, incredible, fearsome, beautiful nation who wasn't afraid to fight for what she wanted! And what, now you're just going to give in?"

"This is one situation I can't start a war over, Toris! I'll always love Ivan, but I fear he'll get the same mindframe the next time he drinks, too, so I'm doomed to this fate no matter what! Maybe I've just got to except it and start picking out baby names."

The bedroom door opened with a creak, and the small Latvian servant entered with a tall glass and stack of clean white bandages.

"T-This is for you, Miss Natalya. Your s-sister says you should drink l-lots of f-fluids." He handed her the glass, which she quickly took a sip from. The nervous boy knelt down beside his brother of sorts and slowly began wrapping an wounded arm in the cloths, Liet hissing softly at the contact.

"Raivis," Belarus made a pop noise as she smacked her lips. "This water tastes...different."

"Oh!" he blushed. "Y-Yekatrina gave me a couple of painkillers and told me to crush them up and mix them in for you."

Natalya shrugged and continued sipping the water. She looked at Toris, Toris looked at her, and Latvia remained unaware of their locked eyes. Lithuania's gaze seemed to plead. He wanted her to fight, he wanted her to do whatever she could. Belarus's was more of an empty glance. She had nearly made up her mind already. She though of seeing Ivan, greeting him with perhaps surprising news, should he have forgotten since he'd been drunk. How would Brother look if he didn't even remember raping her, then hearing she was pregnant, and it was his?

No, she told herself, no, he's got to remember. He has to help me decide which I names like best, Aleksandr or Nikolai, Katrya or Tatiana...


"Belarus...is this what I think it is?" Ukraine's gazed switched back and forth between the box and her pacing sister as she sat on the couch, the coffee table just in front of her legs.

"That depends on what you think it is," Natalya huffed, combing back her bangs with her fingers as she walked. "But most likely."

"...How long ago did you-?"

"15 minutes. The box says to wait 10, but I want to make sure I get the right answer. I don t want to rush it."

"Hun, you can't rush a piece of plastic. You've already waited a week, just like it says to. And I don't think me touching the box it 's in will skew the results-"

"Fine! I-I'm afraid to see what it says, okay? There, I said it! I want to know, but I'm scared to know, too! What if it's not the answer I want? What if-"

"Shhh, Sister, shhh! Calm down! I'll read it and tell you the answer, how's that?"

And Belarus halted her pacing...


After collecting some clean medical bandages to dress Lithuania's punctures and slashes, Raivis met Yekatrina in the upstairs hallway. She'd said she had something important to ask of him...

"Okay, Raivis, you'' re 15, so I don't need to explain what happened last night."

"N-No, I understand..."

"And you know the concequ- well, what could happen, since this was a heterosexual relation for once. Not only could we soon have a child on our hands, but one out of an incestuous bond."

"Y-Yeah. But why is it so bad if they just have a kid? There would always be at least us three Baltics taking care of it, even if something happened to Master or Miss Belar-"

"You don't understand. We can not let my siblings have a baby, under any circumstances. Do you know how the other nations will look at us? We'll never be taken seriously again, and the poor child will never become a strong country."

"But don't some other nations have sex with their brothers and sisters, too?"

"Sex, but no children. As unfair as it may seem, being the child of inner-family mating is setting the kid up for a very hard life. You now how apparently in humans, the baby can have birth defects when it's gene pool isn't deep enough?" Latvia nodded."It's kind of like that for us, too, but instead of something physical or emotional or mental, it's more of a national weakness. They may not be able to control their government or tourism or something, which means it's parents will probably have to take care of it for the rest of it's life. And if it doesn't have to fend for itself, then it will never grow into an 'adult' form and will have the body and mental capacity of a kid or teenager forever."

Raivis' eyes widened in understanding. "Ohhhhh, I get it! Yes, it would be a shame to have to live like that, I suppose..."

Yekatrina dug through a back pant pocket, and pulled out a small pharmacy box. She tore off the end tab and popped a small white pill from the tin foil holder.

"Here," She plopped the capsule into his palm. "Dissolve this in some water and give it to Natty. But don't tell her what it is. Lie if you have to."

"W-Wha..." Latvia trembled, gazing at Ukraine with curiosity in his now-worried eyes. "What is it?"

"It's called 'morning after' pill. Take them." She shoved the rest of the packet in his hands. "I bought enough for one every day for the next week. Make sure she gets this medicine at the same time exactly each day, and call me if she doesn't, right away. It's crutial."

"O-Okay, s-sure, but...I don't understand, what will it do?"

"It's what it won't do - rather, what it won't let happen." Ukraine gently folded his fingers closed around the box. "Hide this. Don't let either of my siblings find it. I trust you Raivis, do good for me."

"I-I promise I will."

"What a caring boy." Yekatrina leaned in and gave the servant a quick kiss on the cheek, turning his bright red. She stood up again and began to make for the stairs. "I've got to leave before Brother is up and sees me."

"Would that be a problem?" Latvia asked.

She paused to look over her shoulder and smile at him. "I still owe him money. I was never here, got it?" The teen nodded. "Remember, the same time everyday, or it might not work."

"Right."

"Thank you, Latvia." Ukraine took to the steps and descended, her chest making soft bouncing echos with each stair. "Oh, and if I were you, I might want to start breakfast soon before Ivan..."

"Ah, y-yes!" Latvia suddenly remembered that no one had started the meal yet. "Uh, right! First pill, then bandages, next waffles!"

Raivis scurried to the bathroom for a glass of water to hide Natalya s pill, then entered the infirmory to play caretaker with the bandages. All the while, more doctoring was being done just across the hall, in a larger bedroom full of white furniture.

"Is...is my older sister here?" Russia croaked, voice dry from the alcohol's dehydration.

"Uh...w-why would you ask that?" Estonia fumbled, ringing out a wet cloth over a bowl of cool water.

"Hm...I thought I heard her breasts bouncing down the stairs~"

"N-No no, you're sister hardly visits anymore, remember? Probably because of that g-gas bill..." Eduard carefully laid the rag across his Master's forehead, trying to soothe his hangover headache. He, too, had been warned by Ukraine not to reveal that she'd been here.

"...Eduard..." Ivan glanced around warily. "Do you feel like something is missing here?"

"Er...what do you mean, sir?"

Ivan motioned to that same digital clock on his bedside table. 10:32 a.m. "Usually by now my Natty has jumped on me in bed and demanded marriage."

"M-Miss Belarus is sick this morning!" Estonia fibbed. "Ah, y-yeah, she woke up with a horrible stomach flu, so Raivis and I had to lock her in her room so that she didn't over-exhaust herself stalking you today..."

"What nice little Baltics I own~" Russia grinned before yawned. "So, which one of you had the fun with Russia last night?" Ivan eyed the clothing strewn over the floor. A shiver ran up Estonia's spine. He was sure he'd picked up all of Belarus' clothes, just in case, but he seemed to have missed her underwear. He quickly kicked the lacy article under the bed and diverted Russia's attention. "Um, it appears to have been T-Toris..." He pointed to Liet's shirt thrown over the dresser.

"Aaah, Toris is always good to play with~ but it that his?" Ivan stared at the black bra tangled at Estonia's feet.

"Uh...P-Poland must be rubbing off of him?"

His wicked grin grew. "Da, that makes sense. You cleaned the sheets already, neh?"

"Yes, you were sleeping." We couldn't have you wake up in a bed looking that like a murder scene, now could we? It was bad enough we had to wipe the Toris' blood off your hands while you slept...

"Haha, you're so good at it you can do it while I'm still on the bed!~" Russia exhaled peacefully. "...Hm, something is still different here. I had a dream just before I woke up this morning, Eduard, of an...and infant...running up and down the hall, then poking his adorable little head in the room and staring straight at me. He looks familiar. He looks kind of like myself, but he doesn't have my eyes. His are blue, a deep, dark azure...

Estonia gulped nervously. Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit, don't remember!

"And now, even though I am awake, I keep thinking that I hear his little feet, patting up and down the hall, back and forth and back and forth, and I find myself waiting for him to peak in here and look at me again. Is very strange, da? I wonder why...but I feel like I know little fellow's name already."

"O-Oh, yes, t-that is strange, Master...haha...ha...: Eduard was trembling as he rung out a second cloth above the bowl.

"I call him Nikolai." Russia's eyes glittered. "Is cute name, neh? After Natty, because they have same pretty eyes~"


"So what am I looking for, here?" asked Ukraine, slowly opening the end of the pharmacy box in her lap.

Natalya sighed a shaky breath and squeezed her eyes shut. "2 lines crossing like an X mean 9 months till baby Nikolai. Only 1 line means longer, but probably not never."

"...: Yekatrina eyes her sister. "You...named it already?"

"Yes. It's a cute name, and if I'm having Brother's kid I should hope for a boy so it can look just like him."

"...Right, Brother's child...um, well, here we go, I' m reading it. You ready?"

"Just do it."

Ukraine glanced down at the pregnancy test. She looked at it over and over, making sure she was really seeing it correctly. When she'd assured herself, she reached out and brushed Natalya's forearm. "Sit with me, Sister."

Belarus did so, eyes still shut tightly. Ukraine wrapped arm arm around the younger's shoulders and snuggled them close together before placing the test in Natalya's waiting hand.

This was what she was waiting for. The yes or no answer. She'd debated with herself what result she wanted, and tried to choose...

But being too cowardly wouldn't help now. She needed to know, she had to. Just look, she told herself. She opened her eyes.

In the little circle on the middle of the plastic stick, Natalya found one single, pink line.

She leaned onto Ukraine's shoulder and began to sob, just like the night that lead to this whole kanundrum.

There was no easy way to say it. Natalya was scared of what Ivan would do next time he came home drunk...


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~LostHazelEyes