I forgot to say this last chapter but I own nothing! If I did own Hetalia would I be sitting here writing fanfiction about it?

Chapter 2: Lithuania's Warning

Sophia thought she must have blacked out. She sat up and rubbed her aching head. "Whoa. Where am I?" She wondered aloud, "I had the craziest dream about these two guys..." She broke off as she found herself staring into the violet eyes of one of the previously mentioned 'two guys.'

"What the!" She yelled, scrambling backwards. Russia winced mentally, this human girl seemed to be naturally loud and he wasn't used to all the loud noises she kept making.

Sophia did try to scramble backwards but didn't get very far due to the fact that she was sitting on a seat hemmed in by a wall and window on one side and Russia on the other.

Cautiously she moved as far away from Russia as she could, there was one more seat between her and the nation, Sophia had to unbuckle her seatbelt to move, dimly she realised that she was on an airplane.

"Where are you taking me?!" She demanded, Sophia had gotten over her fear and was angry now, if that stupid Brit wouldn't give her any answers she'd just have to get them out of this one.

Russia smiled and Sophia began to re-think her strategy, this guy was terrifying.

"We're going to Russia so I can keep an eye on you, don't you remember?" Russia asked pleasantly, this girl was cute when she wasn't acting like a trapped animal, but Russia really wished she'd stop making the loud noises. They really hurt his head.

"WHAT?!" Sophia screeched, Russia winced, and there she went again.

Sophia pressed her face against the glass of the window and looked down, the light was fading fast but she could still see miles of endless blue ocean underneath them. Her head swam. "

I can't go to Russia, my dad will be looking for me by now." She said dumbly, "I need to go home."

"We'll find a way to get you back to wherever you came from." Russia said, he felt a little bad for taking this kid away from her father, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it now. And it wasn't like he could sympathise either, he didn't have a father.

After Sophia had passed out England had warned Russia that Sophia probably wasn't even from this world. Then the two countries had borrowed America's computer to look up her family.

There were 227 'Jones' in America alone and 54 of them had a daughter named 'Sophia.' But this Sophia wasn't one of them. They had widened their search, naturally, and had still gotten nowhere. Reluctantly they were forced to conclude that, to some extent, England's potion had worked and opened a portal to another world. They'd checked that out too, but it had stopped working and become a cauldron full of uselessness.

So here they were.

Sophia was eyeing Russia cautiously, "that British dude said something about America being missing and me needing to pretend to be America, what was that all about? I don't know how to be a land-mass!"

Russia sighed inwardly, he had so much work to do, outwardly he just gave Sophia a small smile and began to explain about the personifications of countries.

Sophia blinked; she had thought the names the Brit had given her, Arthur Kirkland and Ivan Brangski had sounded familiar but she'd brushed it off, she had bigger things to worry about. But now everything that 'Russia' and Russia himself sounded suspiciously familiar… It started with an H…

When Russia mentioned the 'Axis Powers' was when everything clicked for Sophia. "Hetalia!" She yelled triumphantly, snapping her fingers, "Hetalia: Axis Powers!" Russia just looked at her as though she might be a little crazy. He didn't look unnerved, just… as though he thought she was crazy.

Sophia smirked, "so this was a prank after all? Sorry, you can't fool me. I've seen that show."

Truthfully, the last time Sophia had watched Hetalia had been at least three years ago, which was why it had taken her so long to remember.

But she had remembered so the joke was on this 'Russia' guy, though Sophia had to admit, this was a pretty elaborate prank, or set-up. And that was an incredibly realistic cosplay. And what was with that 'magic?' Sophia frowned, Hetalia was just a show, and this was just a set-up, right?

Reaching out Sophia leaned forwards and rubbed a lock of Russia's hair between her thumb and first two fingers, it was soft and silky. It felt real. Maybe it's not a wig, maybe it's just dye. Sophia thought.

She glanced into Russia's surprised violet eyes and was suddenly hit by an intense feeling. She knew. Sophia didn't know how she knew, call it instinct, women's intuition, whatever, but she knew. She could feel it in her stomach, this was real and she was now part of whatever crazy scheme England and Russia had cooked up to stop the other countries from realizing the real America was gone.

"You're not kidding are you?" She whispered.

Russia shook his head wordlessly.

It just occurred to Sophia that she had reached out and felt the hair of possibly the most dangerous country on the planet. Luckily Russia didn't look mad, just surprised that someone would voluntarily touch him.

She slumped back in her seat, aware that Russia was now watching her curiously. Probably wants to bash my head in with a lead pipe to see what makes me tic… She thought gloomily.

Well it didn't solve any of her problems but it was better than a kidnapping, Sophia decided.

The last 8 hours had been incredibly taxing for her and when Sophia felt her eyelids begin to droop she, satisfied she was in no immediate danger, let them. Under Russia's incredulous eye the blonde American girl from another dimension slowly and incredibly, fell asleep.

When Sophia awoke, in the arms of an unfamiliar figure carrying her across a snow-covered lawn she had a huge freak-out. Until the figure protested against her flailing limbs and she realized it wasn't Russia carrying her. Then Sophia freaked out even more.

"Please stop that!" The figure begged, it was another male, shorter and thinner than Russia with a softer voice. Sophia adjusted her glasses and peered up at the figure.

He was a brunette with chin-length hair and bangs that framed his green eyes. He looked familiar in the same way England and Russia had so Sophia was guessing he too was a nation.

She frowned, he was one of the three who lived with Russia, one of the Baltics, the one with the name impossible to pronounce or spell.

Or remember as it turned out because Sophia had been trying to think of it for a good three minutes now and all she could remember was that it started with L.

"Er…hey…" Sophia said, nope, she still couldn't remember this guy's name.

He smiled, "it's me, Lithuania," he gave her an understanding look, "Russia told me what happened, you've been through a lot today America, I'm not surprised you didn't remember my name right away."

Oh yeah, I'm pretending to be America, shit! Thought Sophia, she wasn't going to fool anyone if she couldn't even remember the names of the other nations!

"Yeah, it's been a rough day," she said, that at least was truthful.

Lithuania's green eyes were sympathetic, "and now you're going to live with Mr. Russia until they figure out how to fix this, that'll be a huge change huh?"

"Yeah, damn Commie," Sophia joked lightly. She didn't know much about history, geography and politics but she did know some things.

Her carried her to the door, Sophia didn't protest partly because she was really tired and partly because she really didn't want him to put her down in what looked like pretty deep snow.

Sophia had no interest in being carried around by random strangers, even if they were incredibly hot anime characters (and what was up with that?).

As Lithuania carried her up the stairs Sophia mulled over how to ask the question on her mind without revealing she knew much less than America should.

Deciding to keep it simple Sophia broached the topic, "hey, Lithuania, can I ask you something?"

The country looked down at her, "yes? What is it America?"

"You live with Russia, right?" Sophia asked.

"I did yes," Lithuania replied, he seemed amused that 'America' had forgotten he won his independence in 1991.

Sophia blushed, "oh, yeah, right. Well when you lived with Russia, I know he was bad to you as a country but as a person, what was he like?"

Lithuania hesitated, debating on what to say, he didn't need to prejudice America against Russia any more than s/he already was but the blond country deserved to know the whole truth if s/he was going to be living with Russia from now on.

"Russia can be a brutal country," Lithuania said softly, walking down a hall, "but you knew that already. He has some bad people, but don't we all?" Sophia nodded. "But not all Russians are bad, ninety-nine percent of them aren't so logically that makes Russia ninety-nine percent not bad, right?"

Who are you trying to convince, me? Or yourself? Sophia asked mentally.

Lithuania shouldered a door open and walked inside. It was a large, nicely furnished room with a thick fur rug on the floor and thick walls to keep the cold out and the heat in.

There was a huge bed over to one side with an equally huge window with velvet curtains looking out at the late Siberian evening.

There were two armchairs and a coffee table beside the fireplace and many thick blankets on the bed.

Everything was of an incredibly high quality and the whole of the huge room looked as though it cost as much as Sophia's whole house back in America. And she hadn't been from a particularly lower-class family.

Lithuania set Sophia on the bed and knelt to make the fire. When he had a steady fire going he sighed, but didn't turn around. "Look America, what I'm trying to say is-"

But Sophia interrupted him, "Look Lithuania, what I'm trying to ask is," she parroted, "if you could describe Russia the man, country and all, in a word, what word would you use?"

Lithuania hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked around the coffee table to kneel by the bed, in front of Sophia.

Sophia's hand was resting on her knee, Lithuania placed his slim hand over hers, gripping it urgently, his fingers were shaking slightly. "Bare in mind that I'm incredibly biased," he whispered, "but I'll be honest with you."

Sophia caught her breath at the fear and urgency in Lithuania's green eyes, she dreaded his next words. "He's a monster America. He's absolutely terrifying and merciless and evil."

Sophia felt the colour drain from her face, she had known it was bad but she hadn't known it was this bad. Hetalia always played Russia's dark side for laughs; well it didn't seem so funny now.

After a moment she remembered how to breathe, then how to swallow and how to speak. "Thank you for being honest with me."

Lithuania stood and brushed off the legs of his pants, "but that's just my personal opinion America, I could be wrong, and I hope I am. But if there was anything I could do to get you out of here, just in case, believe me, I'd do it. But I have no authority here."

Sophia forced a laugh, "don't worry about me dude, I'll be fine! I'm America!"

Lithuania smiled slightly, "I'm sure you're right America, after all, you're the hero. But if you need anything, call me right away."

"Thanks man," Sophia said sincerely, she couldn't call him, she didn't have America's phone and she didn't know Lithuania's number. Her phone didn't work here either. But the gesture was sweet.

"After everything you've done for me, it's the least I can do. I'm not sure what I'll be able to do if… things get bad." Both he and Sophia swallowed nervously, "but I promise you I'll try."

"Thanks dude," Sophia said again, she wished she hadn't asked, Lithuania had made her really nervous now.

Lithuania walked to the door, "well, I should leave, I was only passing through when I saw you and asked to help."

"Ok. Bye!" Sophia said, false-cheerfully. Please don't leave me here alone!

"Goodbye America. And good luck." Lithuania waved from the doorway and then left.

Sophia heard his footsteps go down the hall and then fade away. Soon after that the whole house went silent, leaving Sophia in peace and quiet to ponder Lithuania's warning.

Oh no! Now Sophia thinks Russia is an evil killing machine! Damn you Lithuania!

I'm not saying Russia is all bad and I'm not saying Russian's are all bad, my best friend is Russian (there are many vodka jokes). But you can't really expect Lithuania to just forget everything he went through at Russia's, can you? So what can Russia do to change Sophia's opinion of him? R & R people!