Teasha: Here's chapter two! I hope you were waiting!

Emm: They weren't cuz you posted so quickly.

Teasha: Hey! I had it written, so I figured it should be posted!

Emm: Right...

Teasha: I don't own Hetalia!

Emm: If she did, she'd let me borrow it for awhile. Then, the real mischief would occur... *smiles evilly*

Teasha: That's not creepy at all... O.O

"God, that meeting was boring," I sighed as I walked down the steps to the office building with Russia. I looked up at the sky, and it was already darkening.

"Well, I suppose it's even more boring when you take notes," Russia said, pointing out my notebook. "What are you, a school girl?"

"Maybe I am," I teased, elbowing him in the arm softly. The truth was, I took notes not on the topics, but on the arguments between the countries at the meeting, based on the amount of fights and silent but deadly arguments. Today's tally was fifteen, a new low record. Years of growing up on the sidelines of many fights taught you how to spot and avoid them.

"Ow, that hurt Aya!" Russia said sarcastically, looking for an opportunity to get you back.

"Are you sure?" I replied jokingly. "I'm so sorry." Russia looked at me as if saying "really now?" and jabbed me, much harder than I jabbed him.

"Ow! That actually hurt, Russia!" I exclaimed, rubbing my shoulder.

"Really? I'm sorry" Russia responded sadly, looking down. Now I felt guilty. I knew how sensitive Russia was to things like that, and now I probably made him depressed.

"No, it's ok," I said, putting my hand on his arm reassuringly. "You didn't hurt me."

"Really?" he asked excitedly. "Yay!" and he hugged me, practically squeezing the air out of me. This Russian really doesn't know how strong he is.

"Help… can't… breathe…" I managed to choke out. He let me go and apologized, but there wasn't anything to apologize for. I was used to it by now. So we kept walking along the path, talking about whatever our minds came up with. From platypi to who would win in a fight, America or England. We finally got to Russia's house, or at least the gate to it. Beyond that was a land of snow and ice and cold.

"Bye," I said quietly, while waving. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely," Russia smiled and turned around, trudging through the snow on his way to his house. I felt bad for him whenever I saw his yard, knowing he'd have to walk for miles alone, through the cold snow. But I shrugged it off and headed home, ready to fall asleep in my bed with my favorite feather blanket and pillow set. At last.

I am darkness. Nothing. Not even the opposite of light. Just nothing.

Wait no. that can't be right. I'm the new girl, or at least I was. And when I was, I was afraid of everything and everyone. I didn't know how I got here. I just… did. The other countries would look at me with scorn and hatred in their eyes. I would be bullied and kicked around; to the extent that I just believed everyone hated me. I would eavesdrop on the conversations of others, just to figure out what was going on. And when I did, this powerful force called "Russia" was always mentioned. I was a smart girl, so I knew that I should be afraid of this "Russia" and avoid him or her at all costs. The problem was, I didn't know what on earth he or she looked like.

"What's your name? I haven't seen you around here before."

"I'm Aya."

"Aya is such a pretty name, da?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Russia."

"Why did you talk to me?"

"Because you are new. I've never seen you before, and you looked sad."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"Well if I look sad, what do you look like?"

"I look sad, too."

From then on, we had been inseparable. We both knew the pain and hatred of the others, and were both even feared at times. It was sad, because all I had wanted was to become friends with the others. But all they did was ignore me. Russia said that is what had happened to him, too. So we banded together, and became the mysterious ones that no one else came near. I still wished that we could all be friends, but felt like they never would have accepted me. Better to be with at least one friend and hated by the others then to be alone all the time.

After we became friends, I was able to see the side of Russia everyone else feared. But I wasn't afraid anymore. Not after I had seen him act kind and sweet to me.

I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. I looked over to see the clock, and saw it was 9:00am! I had overslept. Thank goodness that phone was there to wake me up. Wait. I should get the phone, shouldn't I?

"Hey, it's America!" you hear a particularly obnoxious voice ring. "So, I was planning this sleepover at my house, and was wondering if you wanted to come? You wanna?" I was tempted to turn down the offer, but Russia had told me that if I ever got an invite to a party, I should go. I never knew when the next one would be.

"Sure, I'll come. When is it?" I asked tiredly.

"Tonight!" America almost shouted into the phone, blasting my eardrums. He did not realize I had just gotten up. "And make sure to bring a sleeping bag, pillow, and some snacks!" I heard a beep as he hung up the phone. Tonight? Was I really going to have enough time to get ready and finish all my country's paperwork on time?

I sighed, and decided I needed to get dressed. So I threw on a maroon blouse and some dark, almost black, flare jeans. I then got to brushing my hair and finishing all my paperwork needed by the next meeting.

Teasha: So? Is it getting better? I always appreciate reviews when possible!

Emm: It's true, she does!