Here's the next chapter and please review 'cause Russia knows where you all live ಠ_ಠ

It was Friday afternoon and Russia was twiddling the ends on his scarf nervously and pacing his living room. To say it was unnerving the Baltics would be a very big understatement, "R-Russia-san, may I ask why you're so nervous?" Lithuania asked.

Russia gave the Lithuanian his most chilling glare, "Who said I was nervous?" he asked harshly. The Baltics all huddled together and Latvia looked like he was going to faint. "I-I'm sure Antarctica-san will be coming shortly." Estonia said, trying to calm Russia.

"HE'S TWENTY MINUTES LATE!" Russia bellowed and Latvia actually did faint at that point. The Russian really wondered why he even made these good for nothings work in his house, they weren't even permanent residents.

Thankfully, before Russia could even have thoughts of physically harming the Baltics, the doorbell rang. "I'LL GET IT!" the two conscious Baltics said in unison and scrambled to get to the door until Russia stopped them. "You stay here, I will get the door." he said and plastered on a bright smile as he went over to answer the door.

That was one of the things about Russia that freaked out the Baltics most of all, how the huge country could go from murderous to cheery at the snap of a finger was horrifying.

When he opened the door, he didn't see anyone and thought it was probably some smart-ass prankster. He was about to flip his lid when a familiar voice called out, "Tch, I'm down here." Russia looked down and saw Antarctica, a casual scowl on his face and his gray eye staring lethargically, "Not everyone is as tall as you." the little boy said as he was let inside.

"Ah, is that guy alright?" Antarctica asked and pointed at Latvia who was still laying on the floor.

The large nation smiled and offhandedly kicked the little Baltic into a corner, "Da, he's fine..." he took finally took the time to look at Antarctica and widened his eyes.

The boy was wearing a black overgrown sweater, blue jeans, black sneakers, and fuzzy plum colored earmuffs along with his trademark eyepatch. He also had a navy blue flannel hoodie but that was tucked under his arm. It was about 31 degrees Fahrenheit in Russia and the child was dressed like that! But that wasn't really what caught Russia eyes, instead of the child's usual dark locks of hair, he now had pale blond waves; he looked like an angel.

Russia found this a pleasant sight and commented on it, "I see you dyed your hair, it's a very good look."

Antarctica unconsciously ran his hand through his hair, his frown melted into a simple straight line and a blush was present on his face, "A-Actually this is my natural hair color..." he then added, "I see you took my advice." he said, noting that Russia was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, dark gray jeans, and black shoes along with his signature pale pink scarf.

"D-Da, um...do I look, you know," he gestured at himself.

Antarctica caught on, "Oh! Of course..." Now that Antarctica had a better view of him, he could definitely say that Russia was indeed not fat (the man had a little chub but he didn't need to be told that). He was also quite handsome now that Antarctica thought about it, he was slightly curved and had a firm, broad chest that looked very cozy to snuggle up against...wait, what...?

The young country found his voice and responded, "Actually, you look very built without the coat and the dark colors only make you look slimmer. Though I have to say, boots would go so much better with that. Ooh, and also a simple but flattering claw necklace." he said, he had the same look on his face that France or Poland would have at times.

Russia smiled, "You seem really interested in fashion, da?" he asked.

Antarctica turned away and blushed, "N-n-n-no, it's just common sense!" he snapped, "It seems you have none." he added smoothly.

The Russian quickly felt insulted at his words but when he saw Antarctica's eye soften as he said it, he realized the child was only teasing in his rude little way.

Seeing that Antarctica was obviously embarrassed about his certain passions, Russia decided to do a little teasing himself, "Lithuania could you please bring us some tea and cookies?" he called out.

In about two seconds, the trembling country was there with a tray of tea and sweets, "Y-your tea, sir." he stammered.

"EEEeek!" Antarctica screeched.

Lithuania jumped at the sound, thankfully he didn't drop anything or he would have had hell to pay from Russia, "W-what's wrong, Antarctica-san?" he asked.

Antarctica made a dramatic face that could rival France's, "Your outfit is terrible, darling!" he said. His accent had greatly thickened so it sounded like 'Yrourrr outfeet is terrribell, dahrling'. Russia bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

The Baltic country furrowed his brows, "E-excuse me?"

Antarctica shook his head, "Gah, you look, so, so frumpy! You have killed the 'sweater over white dress shirt' look, your tie is so cheesy looking, and that shade of green looks like baby barf! Concinnatis sicut limax!"

The corner of Lithuania's eye twitched. All he wanted to do was bring tea for Russia and then get the hell out and now some stranger was criticizing his fashion sense.

Russia smiled widely, Lithuania looked thoroughly humiliated. Antarctica took a little slip out from his pocket and handed it to him, "Here's my card, call me anytime and I will do something about...that." he said and motioned his hand at Lithuania's body. Lithuania set the tea down on the table and then walked silently away, still wondering what the hell just happened.

When having France as your father, one must have extensive knowledge about fashion and culture (and also a few other things!). Antarctica wasn't really ashamed of being so good at clothing choices, but it was rather embarrassing when someone would coo and tell him he was like a cute, less dangerous and perverted, mini France. Belgium had once told him that while pinching his cheeks and feeding him waffles.

The child shot a nasty glare at Russia, "Do not speak of this to anyone, is that clear?"

"As crystal." Russia said with a smile. The smaller nation sat down in a gray loveseat, while Russia had taken the armchair across from him, and helped himself to the tea and cookies. After a moment of silence he asked, "Why do you want me here?"

Russia looked up from his teacup, "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Not many people ever want me around. I remember Prussia once commented that when I entered Germany's house, a bitter cold draft came with me. I don't have many resources except for oil and I'm unable to drill it until I'm of age...Not that it would do me much good since we mainly use solar and nuclear energy." he said.

Russia shook his head, "I just want to get to know you. You don't need to care about what Prussia says, don't regard the words of a man who lives in his little brother's basement. And you know there are still uses for oil, America uses it regularly and they make good bomb material as well."

Antarctica couldn't help but snort at the jibe at Prussia, but he frowned and growled in frustration, "Well that's the problem, the only reason I'm still existing is because I profit from other people suffering! You know how it feels to eat dinner bought with the money gained from selling guns to generals who then gives them to kids my age to shoot each other down? No, I don't think so." he tugged at his hair and sighed.

"You know I don't only dye my hair black so I won't get clumped with the stupid blondes I'm associated with? No, I dye it black because I feel that my insides are dark, dirty and black with the soot of my sins. I'm only nine years old and I've already sinned more than the average man will in his lifetime." his tone was emotionless and flat.

Russia really didn't know how to respond to that. Looking at the ash blonde child's conflicted and guilty face, he saw a much younger version of himself.

But he learned to repress these feeling as much as possible and tried to live in ignorant bliss while his bosses ruled his people with terror. He had learned to survive like that for centuries but apparently that only served to hurt himself and others in the end.

"I haven't experienced your specific situation..." Russia began slowly, "But I can relate. Surely you've learned about my...controversial history."

Antarctica looked at the man with an unreadable expression, "Yes, yes I have. The only reasons I welcomed you was because you could demolish me if I didn't, and because...because I feel we're the same in some ways, we're both lonely."

Russia suddenly laughed humorlessly, "Nyet, I'm the real lonely one. You have two fathers who love you, a brother, many uncles - one in particular who is very stupid. Me...me, I have no one."

Antarctica sucked his teeth, "Don't mention that guy - wait, I have a brother...? Oh, right. Anyway, what about the Baltics and your sisters?" he asked.

Russia looked away from him, a frown was forming on his face, "My little sister loves me very much, but let's just put it as not in a healthy way. I have done terrible things to my big sister and was apart from her for a very long time. We've been separate for so long that it is too late to start any relationship with her again. The Baltics," the larger nation began emitting deep sounds from his throat and his eyes became glassy, "I don't even want to talk about them." he said.

The younger country looked at Russia with shock, guilt, and fear, and he inched a little further from the Russian. Even if he wasn't on speaking terms with both of his fathers for now, at least he had his uncles like New Zealand and Australia and his brother Canada (Oh yeah, that's his name.) to talk to. He even had America (who is oddly both his uncle and also his brother) to take his mind off his problems, even if just for a little while, when he was in a good enough mood. He couldn't imagine not being able to have at least one person to talk to.

"Mea culpa, you have it way harder than me and I've been acting like a spoiled brat, no wonder I'm such a bother to everyone." Antarctica said in a humbled tone.

"Such a pathetic child, let's destroy him now while he's weak." A voice that didn't at all sound like Viktor said, so the multiple voices were coming back again, eh? This happened every so couple of decades and popped up when Russia would least be expecting it.

These voices in his head had different personalities and would Russia to do all kinds of things, sometimes it was for better like how Viktor wanted to improve Russia but usually the voices offered homicidal and sometimes suicidal advice.

"привет," The Russian thought tiredly, "and who are you this time?" he inquired.

"I am hurt you do not remember me, Ivan, I'm Yurii." the voice said, its tone was deep and cold, much like the tone Russia would take when he was angry or on the verge of having maniacal fit.

'Yurii'. Russia still had nightmares about that name. That one name was the cause of many a tragedy in his long life. Russia supposed it had been a rather long period of time for going without some kind of voice in his head. Whether it told him to do good things, bad things, or random advice like one voice named Gyunter. That voice was a strange one in particular because it led Russia to his obsession with sunflowers.

But Yurii, Yurii was definitely one of the bad voices, the worst in fact. It had been there at the time when he starved Ukraine, it possessed him to do terrible things to Prussia, and not to mention made him commit acts of such violence toward the Baltics, even Russia in his sane state would know it was sick.

And he was back. Yurii was back for only God knows how long.

"Destroy him, if he's too foolish to realize how valuable his land is then take it for yourself. Kill him..." Yurii hissed.

"Russia!" Octavius's sharp voice has snapped Russia out of his mental shock.

The large nation gave his usual smile, "Da?" his voice was a little higher and more childlike then usual, and this made Antarctica befuddled.

"Jeez, took a whole bloody two minutes; I was asking you if we could take a walk outside, I don't wanna stay in the same place." the eyepatched child said while crossing his arms.

Russia blinked, "D-Da, a walk would be very nice. Come, I will show you one of my most favorite places in Moscow." he said, he got up and put his beige trench coat on.

The Antarctic boy followed suit and opened the door only to find a woman on the other side, "Oh, aren't you Bela-"

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence because Russia had suddenly slammed the door, snatched him up in his arms, and was now running up the stairs at a breakneck speed.

"Hey, you idjit, what're you-"

"Shut up, she's coming, I just know it!" Russia said in a terrified voice. He suddenly knocked on a section of his creme colored walls and it opened up into a door. On the other side, however, was a large room in which the door was made of steel. The room looked like a little apartment, it had a bed in the corner, a bathroom, a desk with a computer, and even a kitchenette. Whatever this room was, it seemed liked Russia had many preparations in it.

Russia had settled into sitting in a corner in the room and had not let Antarctica out of his arms yet, on the contrary, he was holding onto him even harder now and was whimpering into the boy's pale blonde hair.

"Hey, get a grip and let me go. If you don't want your sister here then tell her to get out." Antarctica said as he tried to squirm out of Russia's grasp.

The older only held on, "No, no, no, no, no...you don't know her, she's too scary!" he said in a hushed tone.

"Don't give me that bull-"

"SHHHH! She'll hear you!"

"Just kick her out if she's freaking you out so much." Antarctica said.

"Look," Russia sighed, "I love Natalia, don't get me wrong, but she, er, wants to marry me."

The Antarctican stared at Russia for a while before saying, "What?" I guess this is what he meant by his sister loving him in the wrong way, the child thought.

The poor guy was clearly shaken, Russia didn't expect Belarus to harass him on today of all days because she was supposed to be shopping with Hungary. No matter, his shelter in place room was built specifically for Belarus's unwanted visits.

His only concern now was Antarctica. Usually Belarus would stay in his house for a few hours and then give up, but sometimes she would stay for days in attempts to find the Russian and he didn't think the little nation would be too happy if this were to be the case.

"Big brother!" Belarus called out in the distance.

Russia began rocking back and forth, "Господи!" he whimpered and clutched Antarctica desperately.

"Big brother, I know you're in here, and I know that little ice runt is with you as well!" Belarus said.

"Go away, go away, go away!" he whispered like a mantra.

Antarctica rolled his eye and growled, God knows how long he'd be stuck in here while that madwoman was prowling the house.


Translations

Latin: Mea culpa - A way of saying I'm sorry, it literally means 'my fault'.

Latin: Concinnatis sicut limax - You dress like a slug

Russian: Господи - An interjection meaning 'Oh my God'.


End of chapter! Hon, hon, hon, seems like Antarctica and Russia are going to go through some crazy things for the next couple hours (or maybe days!) Perhaps I should add a few embarrassing situations for the next chapter!

I know this was short and sorry I've been gone for a looooong time, guys but I needed to find inspiration. Don't hate me for this, but I was starting to loose interest in Hetalia, my two friends, who are mega Hetalia fans, helped me fall in love with the show all over again :D