I am FINALLY off of writers block from this story. Yay! I'm uploading this to distract my mind from the terror attack that just happened. I just need to calm down if I ever want to go to sleep. Bluh! I need to think about something else. Maybe this will help light the darkness that is covering the world.

~UC

Russia got home and rushed to her room, tearing off everything and littering the hallways with clothes. By the time she got to her room, she wore nothing but undergarments. She shut the door and flopped down on her bed. Why did this have to happen to me? Me of all people! I already live a lonely life, why can't the world give me a break? She looked in the mirror again. Long light blonde hair that she feared cutting to expose her true identity in public. Soft pale skin that was no longer calloused with all the hobbies she had before. Such a big frame, but yet slender and tall.

This isn't me. This doesn't feel like me. The person is a stranger, yet why do I feel like I know her? Why do I feel comfortable? Like this had to happen. Somehow I feel…something else has changed. I don't want things to change. Why can't everything be the same? She sighed. There was a knock on the door.

"Russia? How was the–"
"Go away!" she growled. What is Lithuania still doing here? Why would he care about me?
"Okay! I'll leave!" Footsteps bounded in the opposite direction. She sighed. Why did I do that? I didn't want him to leave. I didn't mean to do that. I was just…frustrated. I just don't feel like talking. She heard another knock.

"Sister?" Belarus? "Are you okay."
"Sis I'm not in the mood to talk," she replied.
"But–"
"Belarus just go away!" He heard her footsteps eventually disappear. Something is definitely different. I don't know what, but something is different than when I used to get upset. When I used to get upset, I dealt with it on my own. Sometimes I would talk to Belarus about it. But no one thought to approach me, I guess. But now they seem concerned. Then it hit her. I feel…less lonely. People want to see me. People want to listen to what I have to say. I don't have to keep my thoughts in. I don't have to hide my emotions. I feel as if a great weight has been lifted from me. Maybe this isn't as bad as it seems. I get to see my sister, Belarus isn't trying to wed me, Lithuania likes me, I'm…happy. Maybe this is a good thing for me. Russia smiled. This is a lot to deal with, but I think I can be okay with this. She sighed. I have a meeting with America tomorrow, I better store up some energy so I can keep up with his stupidness tomorrow.

Russia was waiting for her boss to finish getting ready. Putin was fixing his tie.

"Hey Russia, are you feeling okay?" Putin asked. Russia stiffened.
"Yeah, I just have a little cold. Why do you ask?" she said nervously.
"No reason. You just look thinner than usual…" he said.
"Are you calling me fat?"
"No!" Putin laughed, "After this meeting, you and I should go get a couple drinks, meet a couple girls…"
"I don't think that's the best idea," she replied.
"I'm joking of course," he replied with a chuckle, "But you're always against us having a women's night. How come?"
"Um…I'm just…not that kind of person…" His boss smiled.

"We'll just have a couple of vodkas after we're done with these assholes." Russia smiled.
"That sounds great boss," replied Russia with a smile, "Besides it's only America."
"At least I'm not meeting up with Lukashenko," Russia's boss shivered, "That man is so annoying."
"Tell me about it."

The meeting went well. Well, as well as a meeting between America and Russia could go. There was a lot of arguing, especially about the Ukrainian occupation and Syria. However, the aftermath was far from well.

"Hey! Russkie!" began America, "C'mere!" Russia tensed a bit. Great. I don't want to talk to this asshole! I just want this meeting to be over.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
"You've had a cold for a while now," he said, "What's it like?"
"What is what like?"
"A cold. I've never had one," he said, "I've had a full out disease, but not a small cold like you."
"Hey, America," Russia smiled, "There is expression we say in Russia. Oh what was it in English?…Oh! Go fuck yourself." Russia stormed off. She dashed to the room where she had spent getting ready. She locked in the door and immediately began taking off all the layers. She sighed.

"It's just America, Rossiya. He's not worth picking a fight with," she said to herself, "As long as no one knows what happened, you'll be fine."
She turned around to pick up the layers. She stopped dead in her tracks. The sight behind her nearly made her faint. Her boss was sitting there, staring in shock at her. "B-b-boss! I-I-I can explain…"

"Russia."
"Y-Yes sir?"
"Why would you lie to me about this?" Putin asked, "How can you not tell me–no…I can't believe I'm this dense. I'm so stupid."
"Sir?"
"You were a girl this entire time and I couldn't tell? Why do you keep your gender a secret?" Russia paused. That's a pretty good explanation. I don't think I can just tell him it just happened overnight.

"Um uh because…I don't think I could have become such a big empire in the early centuries…" she lied, "Please don't tell."

"…Russia, I'm used to your weird shit by now. Believe me, I have better things to do than going around telling people that you're female. You know what, do what you want. I'm just going to stay out of it." Putin, done with the situation, left the room. She sighed. Well that went better than I thought.

"And she's passed out again."
"Vodka?"
"Yep."
"Figures."

Russia was asleep on the couch, vodka in hand. Her legs hung off the couch, far too tall for the 160 cm couch. Just like any night, even before all this shit happened. Belarus and Lithuania were sharing a drink, watching the large nation's slumber.

"What are you drinking?" Belarus asked.
"Samanė. My favorite. Want some?" he offered.
"What is it?"
"It's kind of a vodka…but it's more of a moonshine," he explained, "It's a pretty high proof."

"I'm fine. I need a good drink. Economy has been crappy, political unrest isn't resolved, people don't like the president…" she took another swig of vodka, "I need a good 45% alcohol."
"This is 50%."
"Let me see that," Belarus grabbed the bottle. She took a sip. "I didn't expect you to be a heavy drinker."
"Yeah, I get that a lot," smiled Lithuania, "People forget I'm part of Eastern Europe and a former soviet. I also have the highest suicide rate in the world." He took another sip. "But enough politics. I want to get away from that."
"Yes. Me too," she agreed. They turned their gaze back to the sleeping giant.

"I never realized just how cute she is until now…" smiled Lithuania.
"I'm kind of jealous. She's so much prettier than me," sighed Belarus.
"No she's not," he replied.
"Yes she is," she argued.
"You two look so similar," he replied.
"Yeah, but she's almost 30 cm taller than me. Not to mention her chest and her eyes and overall she has such an innocent face…"
"I disagree," argued Lithuania, "Her height intimates me. It intimates a lot of men when the woman they like is taller. Not to mention all the back problems she must have with that chest."
"Yeah. That's true…" she agreed, taking a sip of her drink.
"And you know, I've always had a preference for blue eyes," he added. She looked away from him. "Another Vodka?"

"I'll pass," she replied, "Maybe you should too."
"I've barely touched mine. You've finished yours," he pointed out.
"Shut up…" she grumbled. Lithuania laughed a bit. He scanned the house.

"I never thought I'd be happy in Russia's house," admitted Lithuania.
"You were the first to leave the Soviet Union," reminded Belarus, "You made a huge fuss about it. I remember that day. You absolutely lost it."
"Yeah…if you put up with what I had to, you'd probably do the same thing," he sighed, "The things that Russia did to me…I still can't forget about them…but I don't think about them now as much as I used to. I still don't regret leaving though."
"Then why are you here?" Belarus asked.
"I don't really know," he admitted, "There's just something about her that makes me want to help her. Maybe it's my chivalry or how I like looking after other people. True, she's paying me, but I think I'm becoming more and more friendly with her than I've ever been."

"What did Russia even do to you?" Belarus asked. Lithuania was silent for a while.
"I…I don't want to talk about it…"
"Why not?"
"It's just…it's hard to talk about…" he said, taking another drink. Belarus nodded.
"Communism was hard on all of us. I understand what you–"

"No you don't!" his tone was a bit harsher. He took a breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you…"
"You really sound like you used to. All hoppy and paranoid and shit. What's wrong?" she noticed.
"I'm probably tired. I'm going to get ready for bed," Lithuania then headed for the stairs. Belarus sighed. She grabbed the bottles, both of which were now empty.

China knocked on the door. He was meeting Russia for a political meeting here at Russia's home. He heard running footsteps. Lithuania answered, wearing his coat. He was about to leave but had forgot his passport. He had to hurry back to the Seimas.

"Oh…China?"
"I come here for meeting aru, remember?" he reminded. Lithuania nodded.

"Come in," said Lithuania, "I don't know where sh-he is, but he should be home. This house is so big. I'll just text him. I'm in quite a hurry right now. So I'll just leave you here. Farewell!" He dashed out the door. Why is Lithuania here? He isn't part of Russia anymore. Last time I checked, he was an inconsistent member of the 'Anti-Russia club'. China sat himself down on one of the couches. China himself never joined the secret Anti-Russia club. He had been offered to join, but he declined due to multiple reasons. Russia creeped him out, but he would join a club dedicated to hating him. Are they…they're not having…no. He's part of that club. He called Russia's phone and got only a message answer.

"Agh! Where the hell is he aru?!" China growled. He sat there for a while. So Bored. He then heard singing. He couldn't make out any words, but it was beautiful and clear. Does Russia have one of his sisters over? Maybe she knows where he is. He followed the sound up the stairs and to a door. The door was shut. He reached for the knob. It wasn't locked. The singing stopped.

"Lithuania?" China remained silent. This didn't sound like either one of his sisters. This voice was light and innocent. A bit naïve. "Lithuania? Are you out there? I forgot my robe. Could you get it for me?" China slowly walked back a bit. "Sister? If you're there instead, my room is the third door from the right. There should be a pink and white robe there." China slowly walked down the hall to the room. Who was this woman? She didn't sound like one of Russia's sisters. She could be though. But Ukraine never really spoke Russian. This was fluent Russian. China could understand a decent amount of Russian but was terrible at speaking it. He understood enough to get the message. Maybe it is one of his sisters. He stopped at the room. Dark blue walls complimented the wooden floor. The room was dark. Light barely seeped in through the blinds. There was a rather large closet. The bed was enormous. There was an extra mattress up against the wall by the door with various locks on it. How strange. Who needs that many locks on a bedroom door? The side tables were on each side of the bed. One had a vase with a single sunflower. The other had a few pictures. One had a large amount of countries gathered into one picture.That must be the Soviet Union, he thought. Another picture was of Russia and his sisters. One of Ukraine. Another of Belarus. One of the Allied Forces. One had him and Russia together. Was this Russia's room? He saw the pink and white robe on top of the covers. He grabbed the robe. He walked towards the door. He then hit his foot on something hard. He muttered a curse under his breath. China looked at the damned object. It was a glass bottle. He picked up the object. There was a label on the side. 'Водка'.

"Vod…" China read, "Oh vodka! Duh!"
This was definitely Russia's room. But the girl in the bathroom said this was her room. And her robe was in here. What if Russia is a girl? China laughed a bit. He headed back to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. He then stuck his arm through and handed it through the door. "Oh Lithuania? What time is my meeting with China today?" China froze. He didn't have a meeting with anyone else today other than Russia. But what could he say in this situation? He was at a loss of what to do. "Lithuania?" He dashed behind another door as quietly as possible. He was in another bedroom but he didn't care. The door was slightly ajar. He saw the woman come through the door. "Wh-Who's there?" she asked. She was too tall to be Belarus. And she didn't sound anything like her. Her hair was too long to be Ukraine. The chest, too big for Belarus's and too small to be Ukraine. But then he saw something that made completely freeze up. The scarf around her neck.

"Oh my money…" he breather. That looks just like–

"You are not Lithuania!" her voice interrupted his thoughts, "Who are you? And what are you doing in my home?" The door flung back. China stared at the sight before him with terror.