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I glared at the English man in front of me. He backed away a little scared. Should be….filling my older sister with weird thoughts.

"OKAY, READY BEL~?"

I glared America and you know what? He just smiled bigger. Weirdo…. "Do not call me that." I hissed.

America raised an eyebrow confused. "Call you what?" He turned to England. "What is Bel~ talking about Iggy~?"

England rolled his eyes and glanced at me. I glared at him again, but this time he just gave me a weak smile. "Brat, I'm here to help…but I will leave if we don't begin already."

America turned to England nodding rapidly. "Oh, okay Iggy…first things first!" America turned to me and sat down on the boring brown couch. "What have you tried already?" America asked happily pulling me to sit next to him. I growled at the sudden touch. This guy just wanted to die. But….

"everything." I hissed.

England raised a caterpillar eyebrow as he asked, "Like, what?"

"Does it matter?" I hissed again. Why was any of this important? It wouldn't help me in any way to get older brother!

America smiled. "So we don't repeat what you already tried!" America said still fucking happy….but…his smile was different from older brother's….America seemed truly happy, and willing to help. Older brother's smile was more of an innocent, forced smile…

I glared at the ground. Why was he so happy to see me? And he's not even scared? What are his motives? I need to know…why is he so willing to help me? I know England only wants to help to make sure I don't kill America….but….why is America….wanting to help me?

"I make sure older brother is never alone…I give older brother flowers, presents, everything he would ever want—or at least I try to give older brother everything." I added when I remembered all the times he's refused the gifts or just plainly ran away. He was so shy. "I threaten anyone who comes near older brother, because then he will never get hurt." I said in monotone. Thinking of anything I could have done wrong. I saw none.

England backed his chair away from me. Figures… I glanced at America. He seemed deep in thought. His face scrunched up, frowning, glaring at the ground…a normal thinking face. That's when I noticed England wasn't backing because of me…it was because of…I glanced at America again, then England, then America again. He was….scary? Come on! I've seen Older sister scarier than America is now. England's such a girl. I rolled my eyes. And these are the people who are going to help me…older brother will never be mine, will he?

The American glared at the ground. What the hell is wrong with that fucking Commie Bastard? Bel~ practically gave up her entire life and how does that Bastard repay her, run away, hide, and just puts her to the side. If I wasn't a hero, I'd kill the bastard….I'd fucking kill him!

I watched as America smiled and turned to me. I stared back as he spoke, "Well…I made a promise to you…so, let's see what we can do!" I glared a little. That wasn't the smile he was smiling before. It was sad, hurt…why? "Iggy~ Got any plans?" America asked.

England thought for a moment. "Well, Belarus has always played the chaser in the relationship…so, maybe we have to get her to become the chasie."

America and I stared at England. Not understanding a damn word he said.

England sighed, "Belarus stop being around Russia, and I will handle the rest. America…." England seemed disgusted with the words that came out of his mouth. "Help Belarus become a proper young lady…"

America smiled, "But Bel~ already is~!"

My eyes widened a little as I turned to America. I looked for any sign of that being a joke, but couldn't find any. He couldn't have meant that…could he?

England rolled his eyes. "I'll just leave you to keep Belarus busy then. I'll come back quickly."

"See ya Iggy~ Good-LUCK!" America screamed as England left the hotel room. So, what now?