Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, sorry! If I did... There would be several episodes completely dedicated to Canada.

Nintendofg4life: Hmm? Another vote! Yay! Cookie for you! Italy... perhaps he'd be persuaded by Romano eventually attacking them when Russia takes control? Yes. Italy shall have his moments.

AN: It's my first anniversary of being on fanfiction! One whole year has passed since I started entertaining people on here. It's been a while. Check out some of my other fics to see what I've done this year!

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The airport was nerve-racking. I mean, I can speak some mild Italian due to the amount of Italian-Costa Ricans I have, but it was so hard to understand. It didn't help that I was running on very little steam.

So Veneziano did that for us. He seemed to be much perkier after sleeping for a while. Canada was being quiet, as usual. But somehow, this was more of a disconcerting silence.

We made it onto the plane. Somehow, Kumajirou did too… I was very nervous. Russia had to get back to his country too, right? But he also knows what I'd probably do.

Am I worrying myself too much over this? Probably.

The flight was long and tense. I didn't manage to do much of anything, much less sleep or read. Italy took another siesta. Canada just sat there, holding Kumajirou, looking haunted.

I really wish I could tell what was going on inside his mind.

Not long after, I found myself running to the baggage claim. It was very hot, as the only cool air came from the giant fans on the ceiling, but it didn't bother me – nor did it bother Italy. Mattie was starting to look a little rough, though. Italy and Costa Rica are much hotter places than Canada is, after all…

He had started sweating by the time I found my car. It was one of the few ones there. I glanced at the sky. It was cloudy all of a sudden, and looked close to storming.

"Maldita sea, una tormenta que se avecina…" I whispered, looking out the window of the car. I look back at my two charges. "Sorry guys, it's probably going to rain… It might cool off though."

I added the last part with a smile. Costa Rica could get pretty hot, so the rain was welcome. They both gave weak smiles back at me.

I drove quickly to my house through the jungle and forest. It wasn't a horribly long drive from the airport, though, so I didn't give Feli a chance to doze off again.

We got to my house just as it started to rain. I ushered the two inside, aware of the other cars in front of my house. I counted them.

Good. Everyone's here.

I unlocked my own door, looking inside. I heard a familiar noise. My Yigüirro, the national bird of Costa Rica, Markita.

She flaps over and perches on my shoulder. "Ah, Markita, you missed me? What about Fernando and Reina?" A shrill squawk. "Yes, I'm sure they missed me too. Where are the others?"

At that moment, I watched as all six of my Central American siblings burst into the front hall.

"Camilla, what's going on?" Belize, or Venisha, asked. She's still younger looking than most countries, and she's the youngest of my family. "Javier called all of us and he sounded serious. He's not normally serious." She glanced at our oldest brother teasingly with her bright green eyes that matched his own.

She then noticed the two behind me. She looked concerned. "Who are they…?"

I'm not surprised, she knows a bit about America, England, Russia, and Taiwan outside of the family, but I don't think she's ever really noticed Canada or Italy. I glance at my siblings and comrades. "Everyone, it's been a long day. A lot of things have happened recently, and it's pretty big…"

I settled everyone in the living room. It was pretty tight, the room was not meant for nine of us… "Russia has gone offensive against the world. He has turned everyone at the meeting excluding me into his demon slaves. We're some of the few countries left. Russia abandoned Canada and Italy Veneziano, thinking they would not be helpful… because to make the countries slaves, they must be angry. Matthew and Feliciano are not typically angry people. However, by escaping, I have made myself an enemy of Ivan. We must form a resistance to help keep our world safe."

They all look at me seriously, before slowly nodding. El Salvador, Luis, looks at me carefully. "Are you sure you're ready for a war, Camilla?"

I bit my lip. "I don't think we have a choice, Luis. It's a little out of hand as it is–" I freeze, listening. I watch everyone else do the same.

Suddenly, there's a loud growl and vicious ripping noise. I jump to my feet, recognizing the sounds of my feisty Ocelot. "Reina found something! Or someone!"

We all jump to our feet – though I command for Matthew, Feliciano, and Venisha to stay back – and run to the back of my house, out on the now dark porch.

Facing off against Reina are three people I didn't dare think I'd see.

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AN: If you haven't read "To Babysit Countries" then you don't know Fernando, Markita, and Reina. They are Costa Rica's pets! Fernando is a Green Iguana (Though their color changes from the location they live in, and Fernando is red, not green), Markita is explained, and Reina is explained as well... But still, I do want my Camilla to be paired with someone, but I'm not sure who. So I'm asking you, the readers! Any suggestions? Who do you think Costa Rica should be with? Votes: Canada: 3 I'll stop saying this when I have enough votes to completely turn me over~!

AN: Also, when I went to a wedding in Costa Rica last year... the airport had no air conditioning in several places, such as baggage claim. All there was were these huge fans on the ceiling... It also randomly stormed several times each day. But it was fun to go there. I'd go again. :D

Translations: (From Google Translate so don't sue me if they're wrong)

Maldita sea, una tormenta que se avecina... ~ Damn, a storm's coming... (Spanish)