Elite: Hey guys, I haven't seen you in ages. Well here is Chapter 4 of Nabi is Butterfly. Oh by the way, Jordon would be talking in her 'guy-like' voice until she tells you otherwise.

Jordon: Speaking of which, why do I have to talk in a guyish tone anyways?

Elite: Because you're posing as a guy.

Jordon: Why?

Elite: Because I write this story as well as your future so HA! Anyways, I finally got an editor for grammer and suggestions so if she missed anything please let us know.

My editor is Sugar And Darkness. Enjoy.

(Please read the Author's note on the bottom for more commentary and my apology. DX)

Jordon: Don't forget that Elite doesn't own Hetalia or Gakuen Hetalia for that matter.

Elite: Oh yeah, I keep forgetting to mention that.

Jorodn: That's because you're an idiot.

Elite: Wah? I am?

Jordon: *sigh*

Don't Choke Me to Death

"A bad guy huh?" I blinked at "Ivan Bragniski". He doesn't look like the type of person who can do a lot of harm. To the honest truth, he looks like a big teddy bear. But then again, looks can be deceiving. I went back to the lunch that Mattie has got me. "Whatevers, I'm not going to deal with whatever beef you have with him."

"You have got to be kidding me. I looked up at Gilbert and went back to my lunch. "Dude, Ivan's the most unawesomest person ever! Along with his creepy stalker sister!"

"Hmm . . ." I pushed the lunch to Mattie, as I suddenly lost my appetite for. Gilbert went onto telling me why he's the most 'unawesomest' person in the world. My head was becoming dizzy by every word he was saying out of his mouth. God, I wish he would shut up now.

My stomach begins to churn a little bit as my eyes flashed a bright blue color. A vague image rings through my head. A pipe, a pair of purple eyes, and Gilbert's silver hair was the only thing I could make out. When the flash in my eyes faded, I was feeling pale.

"Are you okay?" Mattie asked as he placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and nodded.

"Hey Gilbert." I said as loud as I could. He looked at me. "Stand up and moved five steps to your right."

Looking confused he did what I asked. All of the sudden a metal pipe came crashing down onto metal table. The impact was so great that the side of the table where I was sitting up jerked upwards. Then it fell back down onto the ground. Gilbert looked stunned.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Gilbert shouted. I looked at Mattie who was on the ground clutching his head. "Bitch."

Ivan lifted up his pipe again and finally got a hit on Gilbert's head. Gilbert was holding his head and he fell to the ground.

"You will do your best to remain quiet, da?" Ivan said in his obvious Russian accent. "I am not in a very good mood today."

"Awww, what?" Gilbert said in the sarcastic tone. Gilbert stood up and went into Ivan's face. "You're precious sunflowers disappeared again? Such a 'pansy' if you get upset over a bunch of yellow fucking flowers."

"I said I'm in a foul mood, da?" Ivan lifted up his pipe again.

I helped Mattie off the ground and onto the table again. He was rubbing the back of his head. Then the little white polar bear, who I didn't recognize was here until it sat on Mattie's lap, asked the question of 'who?' to Mattie. Mattie looked up and sighed at the verbal fight between Gilbert and Ivan. Then he turned to me.

"I'm sorry; Gilbert always gets into fights like this." Mattie sighed. I have figured that out Mattie; it is bluntly obvious.

I sighed as my head begins to spin again. But this time, it was purple flash instead of light blue as it normally is. And unlike the last one, this one was clearer.

A girl with a white bow on her head followed Ivan into the library, or what I assume it was. Then within five seconds later, she ran out of the library with an armful of sunflowers. Ivan came out; just barely missing her.

I came back to reality when Mattie put his hand on my shoulder. He looked concerned. With his eyes, he asked me if I was alright. I thought about it and put my hand to my mouth.

"Hey do you know a girl that usually has a white bow in her hair?" Mattie tilted his head to the side. "She has long beige like hair and has blue eyes. She looks a little bit Ivan . . ."

"Belarus?" Mattie asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I saw a girl holding a bunch of sunflowers in her arms." I said. That's when I heard it eerily quiet but I ignored it. "She away from the library or what I think it is the library."

My eyes flashed to a bright blue color. All I saw was the same pair of eyes that I saw earlier. But then I was snapped out of the vision by what happened next.

All of the sudden the table disappeared as I felt like I was pulled up. My eyes met the deep violet eyes that belong to Ivan. He had a big piece of Mattie's jacket in his hands. The hat fell off of my head as I was being lifted. A big purple aura poured off of him.

I was surprised but then I relaxed. Then I started at him with waiting patience. The tension thickens.

"Hey!" Gilbert shouted. My eyes remained indifferent. "Put Jordon down! He didn't do shit to you!"

"So you are District of Columbia." He said darkly. (Excuse, me what? I'm not the District of Columbia.) Again, I stayed calm. His eyes gave a bit of confusion but that was interrupted when we both heard Gilbert shout something I couldn't quite catch. "Like I have said before, I am not in a good mood. So you will tell me where you have seen this girl that ran away with my sunflowers, da?"

"Alright wankers, move out of the way!" I heard Arthur said. I turned my head to see that we seem to be drawing in a crowd. I spotted Arthur and he spotted me. "Jordon! What in bloody hell is going on?"

"This capital will find out what will happen when he disobeys me." (Captial . . . . Alfred you are going to get an earful.) Ivan pulled the hoodie upwards. My body was laying limp inside the jacket. And still, I feel indifferent.

"Hey Russia!" We both turned to see Alfred popping out of the crowd and stand next to Arthur. "Put him down! He didn't do shit to you!"

"You stay out of this, da?" Ivan said. Ivan's grip on the hoodie tightened and my neck was feeling a slight pressure. Ivan turned to me again. "Tell me where you saw my sunflowers."

"All this shit is for a bunch of flowers?" Alfred shouted. "You're crazy!"

"Stay out of this, America." Ivan snapped. The grip got tighter. I pulled up my hand to his hand and gripped it. Ivan looked at me and gave a weird laugh. The best way to say it was 'kolkolkolkol' although I have no idea what the hell it was supposed to mean. He moved his arm so now my neck was over his hand and the clutter of cloth he has gathered. "Tell me where you have seen my sunflowers."

"Why do I have to tell you anything?" I asked in a whispered voice.

Ivan lifted up his other hand and clasped it over my neck. I heard gasps in the crowd. But even so, I remained calm and indifferent.

"Jordon!" Alfred cried.

"Tell me." Ivan's hand tightened around my neck.

My eye caught something yellow on the ground behind him. His gaze followed my glance and smiled. He threw me; Alfred caught me in midair. Ivan ran up to the sunflower. But then the girl I saw in my vision jumped from the side of the building. Ivan looked up.

"Marry me Big brother." She said. Her purple aura is overflowing and overwhelming Ivan's.

"GO HOME!" Ivan stood up and ran away in the fastest way I thought possible. She ran after him.

Alfred set me down on the ground. I rubbed my neck slightly; still feel the pressed impression of Ivan's hand.

"Jordon, you're okay?" Alfred asked. I nodded my head and he let out a sigh of relief. He lifted me and up and dusted me off. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm not dead am I?" I asked in a very monotone manner. Arthur walked up to me and lifted up my head.

"There's a little bruising but nothing but a couple of days couldn't fix." He nodded to himself. He looked around and shouted at the crowd. "There is nothing to see here. Go back to your classes."

"Yeah, you jerks!" Alfred swings his arm over my shoulder. "Leave the District of Columbia alone." As soon as I the crowd thinned out I looked up at Alfred. He looked down at me and frowned. "What?"

"Oh nothing." I looked away to the table. Alfred looked at the table where Mattie and Gilbert were breathing a sigh of relief. "Hey, Alfred I want to sit down."

"Oh sure." Alfred picked me up and set me down next to Mattie. Mattie looked happy but really concerned. Alfred sat down next to me. "You sure you're okay?"

"Stop being so worried." I growled.

"Ummm." I looked up to see two blonds standing next to me. The girl in front of me was blushing a redish color. She was wearing the girl's uniform on Hungary I saw earlier. She has short blond hair, green eyes, and a purple ribbon on the side of her head. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I sighed. Then I looked up at the guy standing behind the girl. If I hadn't known better, they were brother and sister. The guy has more of a yellowish color in his hair then the girl does. But everything else was the same, green eyes, blond hair, and pale skin.

But what really caught my eyes was the gun that's strapped to his back and the way he's looking at me. Am I the devil or something?

"And you two are. . ." I asked in a monotone like voice.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The girl bowed. Then she gestured her hand to herself and to the guy behind her as she says the names. "I am Liechtenstein and this is my big brother Switzerland."

"Hello." Switzerland said. Okay, why is he so tense right now? I really don't understand. I guess I've been giving off a really bad vibe.

"Do you guys want to sit down or something?" I asked. Then I looked around the table. I looked back at the neutral 'nations'. "There's plenty of room around."

"Thank you." Lichtenstein sat next to me when Mattie scooted closer to Gilbert. Switzerland sat next to Alfred and glared at Gilbert. I looked at the two of them and tilted my head to the side.

"Do they have a rivalry going on?" I asked Liechtenstein.

"I believe so." Liechtenstein laughed nervously. "I always see tension between them."

"Hmm . . ." I stared at Gilbert and Switzerland and understand what Liechtenstein was talking about. Sparks of hate and annoyance was literally pouring out of them. I was starting to feel nervous.

"Hey Jordon." I looked at Alfred. "You look pale."

"Well, I'm sure that Jordon did have a hasty experience." Mattie said quietly. I looked at him and sighed.

"Yeah, but the whole time you were all poker face." I turned to Gilbert at his comment. "How the hell you did that? I mean even the awesome me would be scared if I was that close to the unawesome Russia."

"Russia is not going to hear the end of it from me." Alfred growled. All of the sudden, I was starting to feel like I was sweaty. "I mean, he's threatening an injured person, who happens to be my true capital, so he can get a bunch of stupid sunflowers."

I pulled on his ear.

"Ow!" Alfred rubbed my ear and glared at me. "What the hell was that for?"

"You told me if you ever get angry again, I could do whatever I can to get you out of it." I sighed and motioned my hands to my arm and my ankle. "Unless you forgot that you did this to me when you were mad."

"Oh yeah." Alfred tilted his head to the side. But then he hit my back. "Damn, you're a fucking genis. Who came up with that?"

"Not you, apparently." I groaned. "Anyways, I would take your offer on going back to the dorm. I'm pretty tired."

"Okay!" Alfred lifted me up and was carrying me like you were carrying a bride. I glared at Alfred but sighed. No use in getting through his thick head. That is probably the only thing I have learned about my stay with him other then the fact that he declares himself as a hero. He started walking. "See ya, Mattie."

I looked back and gave my weak good-bye as well. They were giving me the 'wtf?' look. I sighed.

As soon as they were away from view and we were alone, I growled at Alfred. He looked down and tilted my head.

"What?" He asked so naïvely.

"What's this whole deal about me being the District of Columbia?" I asked in my now, relaxed girlish voice. Ah, it feels good to talk like this again. "And can you put me down? I have a sprained ankle not a broken leg."

"I'm the hero and the hero always carries the damsel in distress." Alfred commented back. I groaned. But then I yawned as soon as we reached the dorm door. Alfred set me down and I leaned on my good foot. Alfred opened the door and helped me inside as I sudden realize that I don't have my crutch.

I propped myself onto the bed and I fell asleep.

It's the two doors again. Both standing tall and strong. The only difference in them is the shade. One of the doors was white while the other one was black. Both have meanings, and meanings that could make or break my life. My hand reached for the black door.

I only caught a glimpse of a shiny object before my eyes flashed to a vision. The silver thing turns out to be a knife.

All of the sudden I felt a heavy weight on my chest. My eyes flickered to the knife in the hands of the victimizer. I moved my head to the left and knife barely missed my eyes. Then my eyes flickered to the creeping face. I gasped at who it was.

"Die you bitch." She took the knife from the bed. I moved but got stopped when I felt a heavy pressure on my neck. My eyes flickered to the knife again. "DIE!"

In that single moment I saw Flare's eyes change into intensity. Does she hate so much that she's willing to commit murder? She held the knife in the air and aimed it. I gasped as the pressure on my neck became intense. I couldn't breathe.

I gripped her hand on my neck and try to pry it away from me. It wasn't working. I lifted up my legs and pressed it against her stomach. She didn't phase. The knife began to close in on me. I could feel the color beginning to dim from me.

The knife was at least an inch from my face before I heard a gasp.

"Jordon!" The weight was lifted off of me. I scrambled out of the bed and leaned against the wall. The light suddenly turns on, blinding me in the process. I look over to the switch to see a shaking Matthew. I looked up to see Alfred have a hold of Flare as she flails her arms in the air with her knife still in her hand. Alfred looked at me. "Jordon, you okay?"

I nodded my head.

"LET ME GO!" Flare shouted. "THAT BITCH NEEDS TO DIE!" She glares at me with cold eyes. "DIE!"

Mattie opened the door and ran out. Flare was still shouting 'Die!' at me when Alfred was pulling Flare out the door. I hopped of Alfred's bed and made me way to the wall where the window was. My eyes still haven't left Flare.

This heat is becoming a little too intense for me. My hands were probably shaking because that's how I'm feeling right now. But my unsettlement only got worse.

Flare kicked Alfred in the groin and that sent him down to the floor in a second. Then she runs towards me. I gasp and push myself against the wall. She puts her hand on my neck again and slams me against the wall. I looked at her with fearful eyes but I can tell that she doesn't care. She aimed her knife again and lunged it at me. I closed my eyes.

"Jordon!"

I felt nothing. The weight on my neck was suddenly lifted. I fell forward but that was to be expected. Somebody catches me before I feel to the ground. I open my eyes to see Mattie suddenly embracing me. Alfred caught Flare again but this time, he had the help of Arthur and some other person that I have not met yet.

He had shoulder length blond hair and he also has blue eyes. It would seem as if he has some stumble but I can't tell from this distance. He was wearing a blue collar shirt like pajamas with a matching bottom. But that was it.

Flare threw her knife at the two guys and the dodged. Then Flare kicked Alfred in the groin again before racing towards me. But she wasn't coming towards me. Instead she threw herself into the open window. Arthur and the other person ran to the door. I peered over to see Flare hopping the closed gate.

"Jordon, are you okay?" Mattie asked. I looked at him and try to nod but I guess it didn't. The next thing I knew my eyes was becoming hazy and I fell to the floor. "JORDON!"

"Take the lad to the hospital wing, now!"

And that was it. . . .

Author's Note:

Elite: Jordon's in the hopsital! *le gasp*

Jordon: Stop being dramatic.

Elite: Shut up.

I'm sorry for you guys have to wait so long for this update. The update on Why Me? Is taking longer because the collab with a certain person, *Cough* Sugar and Darkness *Cough* *Cough*, is taking a long time to write her damn part of the story. And I don't want to go ahead because I like to keep things even.

Yes, Jordon can see into the future. I thought that was a nice touch. XD

Jordon: Thanks, I really didn't need it.

Elite: Nonsense, of course you need it.

Jordon: Sure I do.

Elite: Anyways . . .

Jordon and Elite: PLEASE REVIEW.

Jordon: Or else I have to deal with her complaining.

Elite: What?

Jordon: Nothing. (idiot)