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I had woken up the next morning in fear that Lia would take advantage of being in control again, but to my relief I was still Bela. I would lie and say that the shouts I heard had woke me up, too, but they didn't. What really woke me up was the nightmare I just had.

I tried to forget it or to push it out of my mind, but it would slide back into my thoughts. It was bothering me, especially since she was in it. When I was in the dream I had saw her standing in the middle of the pitch black room with an evil grin plastered onto her face. Though her grin had shot a tremor down my back, her eyes had caught my attention, they were filled with worry (probably for brother) and it also looked like she was scared.

Putting the thought of her actually being scared away, I decided to speak. "Lia, why'd you call me here?"

"I miss brother." Was her reply. I tried not to roll my eyes and listened as she continued. "I want to be in control again." When I heard her state this I was ready to protest. "But," she said before I could say anything, "I'll…let you stay in control…for now anyways."

I blinked in surprise at her sentence. She was going to let me stay in control? Why? Is there something wrong with her? "Lia," I choked out, "What brought on this…kindness."

"It's not kindness." She hissed, giving me an acidic glare, but soon softened her face. "I'm just letting you get your far share of the world. I'll be in control again sooner than you think."

"I won't let you." I state with fierce determination.

"You won't have a choice when you're in danger and need my help." While she said that, her grin had turned into a frown as she vanished from my sight. I was confused as to why she had frowned, but soon blinked as my eyes started to water. I focused on the surroundings and saw the room was being licked with flames; it was a ball of fire and I was in the middle. Too shocked to move, I didn't realize that the ceiling above me was weakening and soon it collapsed.

I had heard a bang against a wall just before I was hit by the boards and jumped back into reality. I looked around and found myself back in the room I had slept in. "Bloody hell!" I hear through my closed door. "You could have hit me!"

"That was the idea." I hear my brother's voice say. "Now be a good fellow an shut up, I don't want Bela to wake up a be in a bad mood."

I had smiled when he said my name, but soon frowned. He probably doesn't want Lia to wake up, but he would have said her name, right? I sighed at my thought and took the cover off, which I regret.

I was engulfed by the morning chill and I was about to go back under the covers. I had turned to get back in bed, but soon stopped and sighed; with the memory of that horrid dream still lingering I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. I groaned a bit and got dressed.

Once I was in the hall, I saw that it was empty. I was a bit relieved that I was alone and started to walk down the hall when I saw a hole in the wall. I looked at it and chuckled. Brother must have done this with his pipe.

As I smirk at the hole, Ivan came around the corner. "Ah, good morning Bela."

I looked at him. He was smiling, not that forced, put on smile, but a real smile. "Good morning, brother." I said smiling back. "Did you do this?" I ask pointing to the hole.

I could've sworn that I saw his cheeks turn a bit pink, like an embarrassed child that was caught doing something wrong. "Da," he said nodding a bit, "Britain was annoying me so I wacked the wall with my pipe as a warning to him."

I chuckle at his obvious lie. "I hope he didn't get hurt." He shook his head. "Good, and brother, please don't hurt them for real.

He gave a slight nod. "Let's get some breakfast, da?" He asked changing the subject.

I had nodded and we started to walk down the hall toward the dining room. Once we had gotten closer, I started to smell delicious food. We came into the room and I had caught the scene in front of me; the table was filled with breakfast food, some were English and others were American, but I just looked at the food. I could've drooled at the glorious sight I saw.

"Bela," my sister said getting my attention for half a second, "you're awake."

"Yes, I'm sorry I slept in." I apologized and the Englishman snorted.

"At least you don't sleep in like the git over here." He gave an irritated eye roll. "What astounds me is that he got up early this morning to make breakfast, he wouldn't even let me enter the kitchen."

"Well, I don't want you to poison our guest." The American said coming out with the last dish of food.

Britain just scowls. "And another thing is that he know how to cook certain British dishes."

Alfred smiles. "That's because I know you don't like that much of American food, so I make you English meals instead." He takes his seat next to the, now blushing, Brit, who called his a wanker.

I had taken my seat, also, and saw my brother sit in the chair next to me. Wow, I think, he must have finally gotten over being afraid of Bela. He doesn't usually sit next to me. Forgetting my sudden thought we all started to eat. I complimented his food and he smiles. "Thanks. Isn't my food is better than Iggy's? I mean mine has way more flavor and isn't burnt."

He had gotten slapped upside and laughed. "Why do you always have to be so negative about my food?"

"Because it's gross." He said bluntly.

"Says the one who eats it and tries to praise it." We all turn to the one who had spoke and saw yet another blonde; this one, though, had long wavy hair that went to his shoulders. "May I join in the feast?" He asked.

It didn't take too long for the other two blondes to answer. "No!"

America was blushing from the true statement that was said and Britain was seething with anger. "Who the bloody hell would let the bloody frog in?" He glared at the "frog" and spat out, "No one wants to see your beardy face here, France, so why don't you just leave."

"Aw, but mon cher, I only came because little Canada wanted to visit his brother."

When he had mentioned Canada, we all noticed him standing next to France. "H-hello."

"What's up, bro?" America asked, suddenly coming over to his brother and clapping his hand on his shoulder, making the other blonde almost fall forward.

"Nothing really," he said quietly, "I just heard Russia was visiting, so I wanted…" He had mumbled the last bit softer so I couldn't catch it.

"So you wanted to check up on me?" Canada gave a shy nod, clutching his bear closer to him. "Aw, thanks for thinking about me bro."

The two had gone into conversation and the Frenchman slid over to my sister and I. "Bonjour ladies, I bet it's boring over here with America," He extended his hands giving us roses, "so why don't you come over to France?"

Our answer happened to come from brother. He had swung his lead pipe in between France and us. France had started to shake since the pipe had come close to scrapping his nose, and slowly looked over at Ivan. "Next time I won't miss, da?"

France had merely nodded and ran over to Canada. Britain had started to laugh, but soon stopped when Russia looked at him. He cleared his throat and started to speak. "Right…um America weren't we going to show your guests around town before they leave on the morning fight tomorrow?"

I blinked and suddenly remembered that our bosses had given us only the weekend off. "Oh yeah, let's get going then." He looked at his twin. "You can come with us if you want."

Canada merely nodded and we all had left the house, scrambled into America's hummer, which was able to fit all of us to my surprise, and headed for town

Chapter four is in and i thought it would take a while for me to think of what to do. So yeah i had France and Canada added in because i wanted a little comedy, really i wanted Canada to come in and France sort of came along with him, he sort of begged me to let him come...sadly i gave in...jk

I hope you like this chapter, i know i made it more interesting with the nightmare and stuff, but that's just the beginning...i think ;)

R&R please, i'll let you eat some of America's delicious English if you do -holds out plate- his scones are actually quiet delicious, too :) yeah he made some for Iggy but the Englishman didn't want any :o shocker right?

So now i have scones to give away if anyone wants them...who knows i might take them for myself ;) I may be American but there are some foreign foods that are delicious, or so i have heard. One of these days i'm just going to beg my aunt or Japan to take me to Japan just to taste their ramen, i've seen pictures of that food and it looks delicious!

Thanks for reading and again R&R :)