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Disclaimer: I don't own anything, besides Diviti and her...personality.

This chapter includes (spoilers): Diviti getting double-teamed, pissed off, surprised by everyone's favorite creeper, and her ever-increasing bad reactions get a tad bit out of hand.

Diviti's POV.

"Germany? What's wrong? You look worried..." I asked the tall man in front of me, searching those pretty blue eyes for an answer. After his arrival, he had treated me gently, with the utmost caution. Every now and then, he would check a sleek black phone from his jacket, and would stare at me with a wariness of an animal. The man in question looked back at me sharply due to my quiet voice, and was silent for a few minutes, contemplating.

Then finally, "You are...different now, ja? Less gullible." He stared at me through blonde hair, his hood mussing his hair up. How stupid looking. I nodded once and then thought about it, looking out the back-seat window to stare at the flurry of ice outside. My mind wandered from the situation, my eyes I could feel glazing from losing myself in the cold weather visible.

"I should have changed hundreds of years ago, really." I said suddenly, only realizing it myself. How much would the world have changed if I had killed any attempts on my land? What if I had kicked out Argentina when I had had the chance to? I closed my eyes and pulled my hood down. This day was so tiring, but I had a plan for today. I ignored the static on my walkie-talkie as mere background noise.

Germany's POV

Such a young country, to be taking this responsibility so quickly. Upon entering the Hummer, we had taken seats across from each other, my posture automatically going stiff. However, Antarctica was relaxed with the ease that spoke of many trips like these. I frowned as the red-head tilted her head back to sleep, and pulled out my phone. My brother and I had been communicating back and forth since I arrived here, and pulled off my gloves to let my fingers fly over the number pad.

She's alive. Not so much as she was before, but she's safe.

I sent it, and looked back at the female in front of me. Not even while resting did she look like a child anymore. How exactly had those months gone for her? Her eyes had noticeable circles underneath them, and her eyeliner was smeared in some places. Her face was pale as always, but there was no flush on her cheeks, no signs of extortion. I leaned over, and touched her cheek lightly, my curiosity getting the better of me. Her skin felt taut, and was as flawless to the touch as well as the look. A blush rose to my cheeks, thinking of another fair-skinned person, and memories of long ago. Why couldn't they just get along like they used to? If Antarctica became a superpower, never-minding how unlikely that was, what would she do first? Who would she be like the most? A flash of guilt ran though me as I considered what I had done. She would not trust me. I was going to be lucky to get away alive.

Russia. So cold, so domineering. Thinking now, how different were the two? They both could muster a facade to fool most, and would not hesitate to be rash. Antarctica's eyes flickered open, and froze. I apologized, and retracted my hand. Being around her made me act like I never did. I didn't know if that was good or bad yet. Her gray eyes bored into mine with no emotion, simply studying me. The wind in the silence was astounding, deafening.

Minutes passed, we stood at an impasse, but it was not a challenge to see who would turn away first. It seemed like she was memorizing my face, those who were countries hardly isolated themselves. (I remember China doing so, and that had turned out badly for him.)

Her lips parted, and smiled the tiniest bit. She took my hand from my lap, her skin feeling oddly rough as she surveyed my hand with those now curious eyes.

"You're cold, Germany?" She said in something akin to wonder, and brought my hand up to her face, cradling it with both of her hands . I blushed again, itching to tear my hand away from her skin. So smooth, almost intoxicating. How had brother survived being away from her for so long?

Diviti's POV:

"You're cold, Germany?" I said, surprised. The man nodded, a tell-tale blush creeping to his face as I warmed his hand against my cheek. His fingers were like ice, but my body on the other hand, was warm and healthy. Maybe it's because Germany's not that cold in the end? Maybe. I felt Germany tug his hand back a bit, so I removed my hands from on top of his, slightly abashed. I was being greedy now that I had another country near me, and only me. Mine for as long as he stays here.

You think anyone would like a slut like you? Came a sadistic voice from inside my head. I frowned, pulling a pair of fingerless gloves from my pockets. Skin contact=bad.

"Driver, how much longer?" I called out to the tinted window separating the backseat from the driver and passenger, my voice harsh and chilly. I tapped my fingers against each other, staring out the window again, pointedly ignoring the situation.. In the distance was the wall of the city, only slightly lighter then the flurried sky. To spot it, you had to be accustomed to the world here. I smirked, rapping the window with my bare knuckles.

"Only minutes, Majesty." Came a deep voice, and I looked back at Germany with a sardonic grin on my face, lips curled in a childish delight. The blonde said nothing, only nodded and checked his phone. My curiosity drove me to ask a question, "Who are you conversing with, Germany? It's a bit rude, so I want to know." My voice was light at the beginning, but finished with a commanding tone evident.

"...My brother."

Ah. I knew it! I chuckled, and pulled out my own cell phone. It was almost eight in the evening, but the sky has showed no signs of day or the absence of it. It was Summer, and the sun was out more than what a person would usually see.

"If you want to come into my city, I'd like for you to not take pictures. It would ruin the initial surprise when everyone else sees it." I instructed, grinning as we started to turn into the underground car-park. The Hummer became dark, save for the white lights that flashed by and we went deeper. I took off my seat belt, Germany also doing so, just a tad bit pale underneath the scattered light.

Around 30 minutes later

"You've got to be fucking with me." I deadpanned, my mouth oblivious to the snow flying in it.

"Sadly not, your Majesty." Came the hesitant reply from the city's gate guard. The poor fool looked like he was going to piss his pants. 20 minutes of bickering with the newbie guard and gotten the elite involved. Silly man didn't recognize his own ruler!

"Who the bloody fuck let him know this location?"

"W-well your Majesty, Your honored guest does have a cellar device..."

I gripped my head hard with both hands, and bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. It was better than screaming in front of my guest. With that in mind, I whirled around to Germany, my voice warm with anger. I stepped up to him, cornering him and only a few inches from staring him eye-level.

"You have anything to do with this?" I asked in a level voice, keeping my face so carefully neutral to him.

"Are you keeping something secret from the world?" Came an unwanted question from the European nation. I felt my eyelids twitch, but did not yet try to touch him in my anger. It was a rule of thumb not to touch unless you want to engage. "Secrets? Only a fucking city! Now, because you didn't deny it, I'm guessing you did smuggle someone without my express permission!" I seethed at him, the wind growing more violent around me. I trusted him! Germany! He was orderly!

"I respected you!" I growled, watching in fierce joy as he stepped back, not being in his own country to give him necessary power.

A movement beside me caught my attention.

"YOU!" I practically screamed at the white blur, my mind jumping to conclusions. "You two double-teamed, didn't you? Russia!" My hand went to the nape of my neck, grabbing my knife from it's spine sheath. Where were my guards? I looked to the right. Blood and bodies stained the ground, and I could smell the metallic scent clearly. I was in deep shit now.

And the next moments were exceptionally sharp. Russia took a few, insanely quick step, grabbing my suspended elbow to pull it back further than possible. Germany kicked my feet out from under me, leaving Russia's strength the only thing holding me up. Shamed tears stung my eyes, and felt humiliated. I couldn't stand up to two superpowers, could I? I was barely recognized, shown-off by America, and what, did I think myself worthy enough to start playing hard-ball?

"Лед, da? Why are you so upset? I am here now."

Ah...fuck. I looked to the ground, willing the wind and snow around me to go faster, but I no longer had the emotion to back it up. I tugged my arm, only biting my lip harder when the pain increased.

"Self-righteous motherfucking jerks." Was my only response. My arm was twisted more, and I let out a small sound, but was pretty sure it was a frustrated sound. Pretty sure. I tried again.

"Did you both want to talk to me or something?" I said calmly, releasing the blade to drop into the snow. I needed my emotions right now. This was not going to happen to me. Not in my own country! I tried standing up, but I needed to touch the ground to lose myself in the snow.

"Actually, this was supposed to just be a friendly visit," Germany started out saying, my eyes not quite able to see his face. "But then Russia remembered when China stopped looking outside, and focused inwards, and how that really didn't go well. Now that we could all use that precious liquid you have, we have to make sure you're not going insane in the little icicle you happen to call home. Russia, do it."

I had only a moment to wonder what the bloody fuck was going on before everything went dark.