I know this chapter is well past due, but I was in the hospital…again and my cat, Sparta, died.. I am terribly sorry L I do have the first chapter of a new fic ready, had I finished right before I went under. Again, I am so sorry guys, I should be out soon but I will still be slow for a bit longer. but my friend Dylan has opened an account, so go read her stuff (Hole in the World)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
I want to clarify something that seemed to confuse a lot of people last chapter: It was not a dream, Canada was just in and out of sleep. So he did hear it, and it made him rethink of he past, cause Arthur is a crazy guy.
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Chapter Seven: Please my love.
Ivan sat on is bed, holding Alfred close to his chest and began to cry softly, he felt so weak and useless after letting Arthur forcefully take Alfred. Ivan could feel Alfred's short breaths against him, he wanted to smile just because he knew Alfred was alive. But he felt to horrible to form anything that was not scowl or frown, he mentally kicked himself for leaving Alfred alone for as long as he did. He had to go to the city because his boss had some papers for the meeting that would happen tomorrow, plus he wanted to fax America's president the papers.
Ivan began to hum a lullaby that Ukraine use to sing to him and Belarus when they were small, he rubbed Alfred's neck softly. Blood still trickled down his back, and Ivan had not yet cleaned it- he wanted to make sure Alfred was still breathing first. "Alfred…" he lightly called, he honestly felt fear and shame when he had called his beloved's sweet name. He felt Alfred shift in his hold, it was a small movement but it was better than nothing.
"Lets get you a bath, malyutka" he said, Alfred's arms shot up and wrapped around Ivan's neck, he buried his head in the crook of Ivan's neck. Ivan lowered his arms for a better hold on Alfred and he walked over to his bathroom. He placed Alfred down on the tile floor, but the boy's legs gave out and he ended up sitting on the cold tile. "I'm sorry." Ivan whispered, he could see Alfred was not comfortable by the way his boy slightly jerked.
Ivan started the water and walked over to a small cabinet in the white room, he was getting a few things for Alfred. Alfred kept his face down and away from Ivan, he felt even worse then Ivan could even imagine. He felt dirty and used, he felt pain and guilt- he felt that Ivan would soon throw him away because his curiosity got the better of him. He wished he had never left Ivan's room in the first place.
Once the water had filled the tub Ivan picked up Alfred and placed him in the warm water, Alfred's muscles tightened up as the contact of water swallowed most of him and washed away the blood. Ivan kissed the top of Alfred's head and faked a smile as best as he could. But Alfred seemed unmoved by everything, to Ivan it was like having a rag doll. He would not allow this crime to go unpunished, Alfred was someone who was full of life! Sure Ivan wanted Alfred all to himself, but he did not want Alfred to be broken. And if anyone would break Alfred it would be him, not anyone else.
"I'm sorry Ivan" Alfred said lightly, tears now slowly began to drip into the tub. Ivan felt a pang to his heart, seeing Alfred cry was the world's saddest image to him. Alfred was a ball of sunshine and happiness, not sadness, he would not have this at all! Sunflowers were not suppose to cry, wilt from time to time, but never cry. Did Alfred really believe this tragedy was his fault?
"It is not your fault Alfred, I should not have left you alone" Ivan answered, removing his favorite coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Ivan saw Alfred tense up as he did this, he neatly folded his scarf up and placed it on his jacket. "Please Alfred, please do not be scared of me" Ivan said, getting on his knees by the tub and grabbing a washcloth.
"I would never hurt you" he said again, kissing Alfred's head. Alfred acted somewhat like a cat, pressing himself to Ivan's warm touch. Ivan dipped the cloth into the water and pulled it out, squeezing it right above Alfred and pressing the water out to soak the head of the American.
"Alfred, I want you to know something vital" Ivan said, dipping the cloth back into the water. Alfred looked at the Russian with a conserved look. He felt a horrible feeling bubbling deep in his chest, he heart rate sped up and eyes almost exploded into tears.
"Ivan I am so sorry! Please don't get rid of me! I'll be extra good! Please!" Alfred burst into frantic tears, grabbing hold of Ivan and burring his face into Ivan's large chest. Ivan felt so bad as Alfred begged him not to leave him or just throw him away like some broken toy. Ivan wrapped his arms around Alfred and pulled him closer, placing his head in the wet mop of hair.
"Oh malyutka, do not worry about such horrible things. I have been waiting for you for a very long time, and nothing will ever convince me to leave you alone- not anymore" Ivan said, he knew Alfred would forever feel this pain of failure, but it was truly his fault for leaving Alfred alone.
Ivan handed Alfred the rag and told him to clean himself while he went and got them both some clean clothes, since now that Alfred got his clothes wet. Alfred did as Ivan told him, wishing the seconds he was gone would end soon- missing his Russian giant. Alfred washed himself for what seemed like a hundreds of times, using up most of the soap Ivan had given him. Ivan walked back in with fresh pajamas and a large towel for Alfred.
Alfred almost jumped out of the water and into Ivan's arms, but he just sat in the cooling water. Ivan placed the pajamas on the sink and opened up the towel gesturing to Alfred to come into his arms. Alfred did and when he did he squeezed Ivan as hard as he could, making Ivan make a small sound in displeasure. Even as a small teen, Alfred was very strong. Ivan moved Alfred's arms and wrapped him tightly in the soft towel, causing Alfred to smile at the towel's warmth.
"Dry yourself off, malyutka" Ivan said, he would have done it for him if he did not feel that Alfred would feel awkward about his touch on his body. Alfred began to dry himself off, running the towel over his hair a few times to try and remove the water. After Alfred was done Ivan handed him the pajamas, Alfred quickly got his pants on, not wanting to be nude around anyone anymore.
"Before I left I said there was something important I needed to tell you" Ivan said, quickly drawing the attention of the American. Alfred looked up at Ivan with a questionable look, curious on what he had to tell him. Could it do with that man? Alfred begged deeply in his mind that Ivan found that man and that this would help others. Alfred took a violent hold on Ivan's large hand, squeezing it slightly playfully and slightly anger for the crazy man. Ivan sat on the ground and motioned Alfred to sit in front him, which he did without question. Ivan began to mess with some bottles, Alfred could hear them clang together ever few seconds.
"In two days I am going to be bringing you to a very important meeting, just please do not leave my side or talk to anyone" Ivan said, patting Alfred's head softly. Alfred looked at him like he was crazy or as if he did not understand what was going on. Why would Ivan be bringing him to an important meeting? Alfred was very clueless, after forgetting about who or what he was. A nation, a superpower.
"It is something very important, just promise me you will stay by me and talk to no one unless I tell you it is okay" Ivan said, pouring of whatever liquid on a rag, and began to run the rag over the marks on Alfred's back. Alfred let out a horrible hiss of pain, whatever Ivan was using hurt his back greatly. Ivan wished he could take away all the pain, even if this small sting was meant to help and clean the wounds. "Relax, malyutka, it is medicine used for injures." Ivan said, Alfred turned his head to make eye contact with Ivan.
"It will fix me?" Alfred asked, Ivan smiled at the cute question. He nodded, and as soon as he did Alfred's face jumped from the pain and to a magnificent smile. "Do you want me to stop?" Ivan asked, slightly teasing the smaller blond.
"No! I want to be better! I want to be fixed for you!" Alfred yelled, turning completely around and in Ivan's face. Ivan smiled to Alfred kissed the boy's tiny nose, making Alfred blush. "No need to fix what is not broken" he simply said, Alfred giggled and threw himself on top of Ivan. The two embraced the laughter that sprung from no where, but it felt good. Ivan fell backwards as Alfred's contagious laughter spread even harder and louder amongst the two.
After the two had stopped they analyzed the situation, which was unlike Ivan to wait till after. Alfred was laying down on Ivan's chest and Ivan was laying on the ground with his arms spread out on the surface. Alfred rolled off of Ivan and sat up as straight as he could, looking at Ivan with his pitiful eyes. Ivan stood up and smiled sweetly, he knew Alfred should go to sleep.
Ivan picked up Alfred and carried the topless boy into his room, placing him on the soft bed. Ivan backed away and turned to clean up the bathroom, but he turned back around when he heard Alfred make a kicked-puppy sound. Alfred smiled at Ivan and held his arms up in the air towards Ivan. Ivan stood over and looked down at the American, a blank expression showed Alfred that Ivan had no clue on what he wanted.
Alfred sat up and wrapped his arms round Ivan and pulled him down, making the large nation crash onto the small frame of Alfred. Ivan sat up and looked down on the bed, where Alfred was laying with a smile on his face. "Please don't go" he begged sweetly. Ivan smiled at the boy's need for him, for once someone needed him for comfort.
"Very well, malyutka" Ivan said, still not wiping away the smile off his face. He would have to wake up Toris so he can bring him his work or so he can watch Alfred while he goes to the first day of the World Conference. He had carefully planned this next part for years, ever since he visited Alfred during the second World War. Alfred's grip on Ivan loosened as sleep began to over take his body once again. Ivan smiled and slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He rolled off of Alfred but pulled him close to his chest, enjoyed the warms Alfred still radiated.
Ivan began to dial Toris' number, knowing it was still a few hours to early to be waking him up. He honestly did not care if Toris got all the sleep he needed, he needed to make sure the little teen was cared for first. He pressed the phone to his ear, slightly frowning from the cold metal frame. The phone rang three times before Toris had answered, sounding grumpy and groggy from the rude awaking.
"Feliks I told you stop calling me this early!" Toris raised his voice in anger, thinking it was his lover annoying him to early again. There was an awkward pause until Toris noticed the 'Kol's from the other end of the line. Lithuania jumped in fear and let out a squeak, which seemed to have stirred his brothers. "Mr. Russia! I'm sorry I thought you were Poland" Lithuania said, now feeling fear instead of anger.
"That is not nice, I guess I will have to find away to punish you for that" Russia said innocently, he could feel Lithuania's fear grow. There was a slight pause on the other end, Russia could hear Latvia waking up and Lithuania telling him to get some sleep before the meeting. Russia listened quietly, getting a new idea, instead of Toris caring for Alfred he could asked Raivis.
"I am terribly sorry Mr. Russia. Is there something that you need Mr. Russia?" Lithuania finally asked, making Russia jump from his mind to reality.
"Yes in fact, I need you to go to my office and pick up any paper work there is for me. Then make breakfast for my sunflower, then it would be in your best interest to clean the bathroom. But only if you feel like doing it" he teased in his innocent child voice, he knew Lithuania had no choice or any objections to his orders.
"Y-yes Mr. Russia, I will head over there in a hour" Lithuania said, hoping Russia would allow him to get a few more hours of sleep. Russia was very quiet, that was all he honestly had to do to get his message to the fidgety nation. Lithuania looked as his phone and sighed as quietly as he could, but Russia still heard it. "I will be at your office in ten minutes" he finally said, Russia gave a smirk.
"Ok then, and please check my fax machine, I am expecting some important documents from some very important people" he said before hanging up, leaving Toris in his room to mumble and complain under his breath. It took the Lithuanian a few minutes to put in his uniform and grab the things he needed to get into Russia's office in Moscow.
He exited the house, turning his head to face Russia's bedroom window, seeing something that instantly made him regret seeing. There was Russia, smiling down at him in only his pants. That was to much of the large nation then he ever wanted to see. He turned to Russia's car and opened the window, looking slightly into the side mirror and catching a slight glance of England's room's window. Seeing something that scared him even more then Russia's innocent smile, seeing England glaring at him with those dark green eyes.
Toris obviously made it clear that he was uncomfortable as he sped up his pace to leave the home, quickly pulling out of drive way and down the road to Moscow. Russia watched as the car slowly became hard to see, a smirk again sprung to his lips. Russia walked back over to his bed and sat on it slowly and as soft as he could, not wanting to awake the American. Russia placed his head on Alfred's chest and closed his eyes, letting a small nap take him until Toris returned.
In another room of the house, Canada's and France's room, the younger blond began to stir in pain. Something on the back of his neck was killing him, he sat up and sleepily ran his fingers over whatever was paining him. He stopped and let out a slight wince as he ran over small closed gash on the back side of his neck. He touched it softly, confused about how did he get this wound, but he soon stopped and laid back down. He turned to look at his lover, who was still asleep, he smiled and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Canada snuggled into France, enjoying the no spoken reinsurance about his brother, knowing he would be able to find America with his help. Canada closed his eyes and drifted off into a sleep, the day time would be extremely busy. Other nations were probably on their way to Moscow as he just woke up. He smiled when he thought about seeing Alfred and what crazy excuse he would make up for returning home just after he got to Moscow.
Canada slightly jumped when he heard a car outside, but he was far to tired to see who it was. As the sound began to disappear down the road, it was driving away from the house, Canada thought about who it could possibly be and what were they doing. He concluded his curiosity by just stating in his mind that Russia was heading to the air port because he got a call to greet the other nations. It was highly unlikely but it is what he decided to believe until he got the truth.
In the room next to Canada and France's was England's, and he had been awake all night. He sat in the chair and just stared the wall down, like it was some horrible creature that you could just not draw your eyes away from. He looked down at his hands and slightly smirked, his eyes showing that insane toxic look that man nations had feared when he was a pirate. England began to lick his fingers slowly, still tasting the sin he had done on them.
England knew he had done was horrible, but his mind and body reacted on their own. Did he regret what he had done to America? No, he felt slightly complete after doing something that he had dreamed about since Alfred was a tiny colony. England knew he was a horrible person and he knew if Alfred remembered what he did to him then England would not be able to look at him the same. But the only person who knew was Russia, who had walked in on them after England had beaten Alfred's small body.
He could not stop when he had started, loving the feeling of the shaking body underneath him. Years of dreaming of doing horrible and sinful thing to the boy he had raised had left the man emotionally unstable at times. England finished licking himself when he heard a car start, he quickly got up and opened the curtains to see who was leaving. Shockingly he saw Lithuania leaving the house, most likely to do something for Russia. England glared at the brunet nation until the man noticed and quickly left after he felt the nervousness and pressure. England smirked after the man left and went back to his bed, deciding to rest until it was time for whatever France and Canada had planned for today. He was lucky the meeting was not till tomorrow, so he still had time to straighten himself up before he met up with the other nations.
England closed his eyes and drifted off into his dream world, that he customized to fit his sick fantasies. England smiled as he sat in his chair and pulled a cup of tea to lips, sipping his favorite drink. England closed his eyes and enjoyed the smell of blood in the Rose Maze, where he usually enjoyed relaxing. The roses were his favorite flower, being the symbol of his country and his ex-colony's. England raised the cup to his lips again but the cup suddenly shattered in his hand.
England's eyes snapped open to see a pair of violent violet eyes staring back into his toxic eyes. England growled is annoyance and stood up, placing the broken cup on a small table that was next to his chair. The man in front of him was wearing something he was quite use to seeing, Russia's usually uniform. "I do hate to be rude, but I do believe no Communist arse are allowed here" England said to the man.
Russia had no smirk or even a blank expression, no England knew the expression Russia was showing, it was pure anger. Russia had fallen asleep, and instead of comforting Alfred while he slept; he decided to bother England in his dream world. "I just came to see something, England, and I will be taking my leave" he said, turning around to leave the maze.
"If you are looking for Alfred, he is not here." England said, sitting back down in his chair. The Russian smiled and turned to England, sending chills down the man's spine. "Now why would I be looking for America? I already own him" he simply said, England felt a bolt of jealously and anger rush through him. Did Russia honestly believe that England would believe him about owning America? Alfred was stupid but not that stupid, was he?
England growled in slight announce as Russia left his dream, to leave him in peace. England hated it when people found their way into his dream world, but the fact that Russia can exit it and re-enter it when ever he please sent his skin crawling in spitefulness. England held his hand out into the air, like he holding an invisible teacup. One good thing about this being his dream world was that he could create an illusion of anyone and everyone to do his will and bidding, but only in his world.
As if he was called on cue an illusion of Alfred came our of thin air, he was his nineteen year old self in a frilly blue maid's uniform. England smirked as the illusion placed another teacup in his awaiting hand, not saying a word nor making eye contact; England could never make their eyes like America's lively sapphire blue ones. Even if he could not have Alfred right now, he could go into his dream and have these fakes. But he swore that one day he would not even need his dream world, and that one day he would have the real thing in his arms. It seemed Russia had beaten him to that, but England was not done and knew deep down that he would not give up.
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Toris had arrived home with a folder filled with papers that had been faxed to Russia from his bosses and America's bosses. He had not looked at them, slightly scared on what they said. Toris slipped into the house and walked over to Russia's room, quietly knocking on the wooden door. It took a few second until Russia opened the door, only opening it enough for Toris to slip the papers to him.
"I-is there a-anything in particular you would want for breakfast?" Toris asked, shaking like he often did when he was faced with Russia. "Surprise us" was all Russia said before he closed the door and locked it, Toris could tell he locked it because the clicking sounds were not the softest. Toris turned around and headed to the kitchen, trying to remember exactly what Alfred would eat. After staying with the American for awhile he learned how to cook a few meals that Alfred loved, though he refused to make Alfred hamburgers.
Toris made his way to the kitchen and looked through the cabinets for the ingredients for what he had in mind. He remembered Canada had visited once while he was staying with Alfred and they the two devoured the pancakes he had had, with in a matter of seconds. Toris smiled at his memory of the tall nation, he hoped Alfred life pancakes when he was younger as well.
Toris began to mix the items together and began to cook the batter to its cooked form, a round breakfast favorite. Toris smiled as he cooked the breakfast for everyone, he had made extra batter for the guest and his brothers. Toris lightly hummed as he finished the batch for Russia and Alfred, bring them theirs before it got cold. Toris grabbed Russia's vodka from the fridge and pours a glass of milk for Alfred, knowing they would be thirsty after eating the breakfast. He placed the food on a tray, smiling to himself at the suggests of the breakfast he had made.
Toris brought a tray with the food and beverages to Russia's door, knocking again to get Russia to open the door. It opened slowly, revealing a dark room, Toris walked in to place the try on the table that was next to the wall. He peered at the bed, seeing Alfred's tiny boy moving as he inhaled the cold Russian air. Toris felt a hand on his shoulder, he quickly turned to see Russia's violet eyes. They looked so concerned about something, Toris guessed it was something to do with Alfred.
"Mr. R-Russia, is everything okay?" the Lithuanian asked, luckily he had already placed the tray down or he would have split it. Russia gave him a slight frown, he seemed sad and upset, Toris was familiar with this side of Russia; this was his sad and needs someone to talk to mood. "What happened Mr. Russia?" Lithuania asked, wondering why Russia had not talked to Alfred about and waited till Toris was here to want to talk.
"Toris, I need you to keep England away from my room." was all Ivan seemed to have been willing to hint. Lithuania knew Ivan hated how close England and America were, could England be possibly snooping around? Toris nodded towards the taller nation, not wanting to ask to many questions on why. Ivan released his grip on Toris' shoulder and back away slightly into the dim room. Toris turned to leave, going to finish up the better for the guest for breakfast.
"Oh and Toris, please make sure to inform Raivis that he will not be going to tomorrow's World Conference." Ivan grinned innocently, Toris simply nodded and slipped out of the room. Ivan locked the door and grabbed the tray, bringing it onto the bed. Alfred shifted and stirred a but until the smell of food awoke the blond. He shot up and looked at the tray of food, seeing the steaming hot cakes made his deprived stomach growl violently.
Ivan chuckled at Alfred embarrassed face, it was cute how he tried to act like that sound had never happened. Ivan sat the tray down and took the bottle of Vodka that sat on the tray, just begging for him to drown his frustrations in. Alfred looked at the food like he was a cat about to pounce, Ivan found Alfred so cute when he was being teased with food. Ivan handed Alfred a fork, taking one as well, and handed Alfred a plate with a small stack of the cakes.
"Whenever you see Toris next, make sure you thank him for the food" Ivan said, jabbing his fork into the fluffy cake. Alfred looked at Ivan with a confused face, "Who's Toris?" Alfred asked, copying Ivan by jabbing his fork into his first cake,
"The man who brought you dinner last night, he made these for us" Ivan said, raising the fork to his mouth and slightly savoring the taste. He honestly did not enjoy sweet things, but he would need the breakfast if he was going to function today. He knew today would be long and merciless, since the meeting was in his capitol and all the other nations would be arrive today.
After Ivan had finished his meal, Alfred was still picking at the cakes, so he had pulled out the folder that Toris had brought from his office. The first paper was just a small note from Putin, which was letting Ivan know that he would holding a press conference to share the good news, the rest was all from America's President. Ivan began to read the papers, slightly frowning at first but soon turning to a sadistic smile as America's boss seemed to have cracked and agreed to what Russia wanted.
Ivan had sent America's boss papers signed by Alfred willingly to join one of the World powers in a full submissive state. Meaning: that America would become a part of Russia and everything that America wanted would have to be through Russia, embargoing all nations who were Enemies of Russia. Even though Russia was not a Communist Country any more they would still need to use force to push the American people into working as hard as they can.
In Ivan's eyes this was the key to helping both The United States of America and The Russian Federation, even if at first this might hurt America before it helps. But all good things takes time and effort, which Ivan had already poured years of for this plan. With America being a part of Russia the Personifications change as well, not saying Russia instantly began to enjoy those heart attacks on a bun that America loved, but it meant size wise.
Russia felt himself grow slightly as the words began to spring into his people of Russia and the puzzled people of the U.S heard the news of the union. As soon as Russia had looked at the papers it seemed to have set of an alert to his bosses, who had been faxed a copy of the documents. Soon his President and Prime Minister were talking to the press, which caused a joyous uproar in Russia. The news spread very fast among Russia, being held as good news to almost every person.
While in America is just being released to the public, and the only expression that seemed to rule over all was shock. Elder people who had lived during the Cold War felt a great loss to their country's pride, many immigrants felt a regret as well. Even though the news spread from Russia to its neighbors and from America and its neighbors, none of the personifications knew just yet.
Ivan only smirked as he imagined their faces with painted horror on it, they had already fear Russia greatly but this was horrible. He was now sitting on top of the world with enough power to destroy anything and America was not even there to stop him. Ivan looked down at Alfred, who was sipping the milk and wiping his face of anything that he did not consume. To Ivan he did not need to control America to be sitting at the top of the world, he felt happy enough already just to Alfred with him.
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China, South Korea and Japan had arrived at the same time, reluctant but slightly joyful at seeing each other. They no longer were fighting and could go on as what they use to be, brothers. They stood in the airport, waiting for their cab, when South Korea's cell phone began to buzz annoyingly. Japan and China looked at the short nation as he checked to see who it was.
Japan and China noted it was a text from North Korea, who only spoke to his brother for emergencies, and as South Korea read it his face turned from his happy look to one of horror. Japan's phone began to buzz as well and before he could ask Im Soo, South Korea, he decided to see what it was. Japan's boss had sent him a text, if it was important then it could possibly be the same thing North Korea had sent to South.
Japan opened the message and began to read the typed characters on the screen, soon his face almost matched his brother's. China was completely confused, he had snatched Im Soo's phone but could not read the different characters, so he did not even bother with Japans. "What does it say aru?" China asked, Japan turned to look at his older brother with pity.
"My boss had just informed me that America-ch-..san has become one with Russia-san" Japan said, feeling horrified that his best friend had joined his enemy. China's eyes shot open from their normal closed, he was now the only world power that was in the way of Russia's complete domination. America had fallen to Russia and this left China alone as a sole victim if Russia decided to attack.
"Japan, can I see your phone?" China asked, looking at his brother with an expression that Japan had only seen a few times. The expression of fear for one's life. Japan nodded slightly and handed his brother his phone. China took the phone and and began to type the numbers for someone else's phone.
the device began to ring, but stopped after two rings, and a man answered the phone. Japan heard the voice of another man, South Korea and Japan assumed it was another Nation like themselves.
"Hello?...Yes this is China" the oldest Asian country said to the man on the other end. Japan and South Korea could not hear who or exactly what he was saying but they assumed it had to with the news that they had just received. "Yes, I understand. How many other nations know about it?" China asked, this confirmed their suspensions of what was being discussed.
"Very well, we shall talk about this more tomorrow evening" China said, nodding to himself about the arrangements that were just made. "Yes, I shall see you late. Good Bye Sweden" China finally said before hanging up Japan's phone.
"XieXie Japan" he said while he placed the phone in Japan's hands. Japan and China could feel the other slightly shaking in fear. South Korea was quiet as he tugged on his oldest brother, looking up at him with sad eyes. "Will everything be okay, da ze?" he asked, china slightly looked shocked, but then smiled at his brother.
"I'm four-thousand years old, I have nothing to worry about" he lied to his brother, who smiled sweetly back. Japan smiled to kill any suspicions South Korea might have of a lie, everything was not okay. Especially not for the World.
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Kat: End of Chapter seven! Please Review! Thanks alot for reading this, it really mean alot to me. I have chapter one of the Poll winner ready and I will probally upload it to see how well it does. So please read it and be honest, it is a long chapter. I love you guys!
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