Teasha: sorry for the long wait. *snicker*

Emm: You mean the 10 minutes?

Teasha: I felt bad and already had it written up, so shush!

Emm: Ok, ok.

Teasha: I do not own Hetalia, however, Aya is all mine!

Emm: The plot is hers too.

Teasha: Thank you! So here it is!


I looked up at the building with a feeling of dread. This was where England told us to meet, in his home territory. Russia was at my side, his arm around my shoulders as we came closer. France was on the other side, trailing a bit behind while looking at the manicured grounds.

The building was an old castle, but instead of a drawbridge, there was just a regular bridge. The castle was simple gray stone, but it really looked intimidating. It was about ten stories tall.

We crossed the bridge slowly, taking in everything as we were watched by England and his allies. England was in the center, with America and china on one side. Then, I saw two new countries I did not know would be fighting today: Prussia and Belarus. And although Prussia can't actually fight (since he's kind of dead), he's still pretty intimidating.

I looked to Belarus. She glared back at me like she wanted to murder me. After all, I did kind of take her brother. I had been hoping that she hadn't found out about us. No such luck.

I was about halfway across the bridge, and slowed down, thinking. There was no turning back now. Once I'm on the other side of that bridge I'll be on their territory, and we will end up going to war. Russia's hand started to shake a bit. He must have seen Belarus, because his eyes were widening in fear.

"Are you okay?" I asked, ignoring the death glare.

"I-I'm fine," he mumbled back quietly, trying to avoid eye contact. "Focus."

We approached them closer, until we were across the bridge entirely. I stepped forward and shook hands with England, not smiling. I can still be polite, but without a smile. He's my enemy after all.

"Hello, _," said England coldly.

"Hello," I glared back. "I brought my allies."

"Yes, I can see that," he replied. "Not much, huh?"

I glared back again. "Just because were small doesn't mean we're not powerful."

"Right."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I felt I needed to ask.

"Yes." Oh. He really does want to go to war.

"So I have no choice but to fight back?"

"Correct," he agreed. "Assuming you don't want to surrender."

"You know I'd never do that," I said, stepping back to my allies.

"Actually, I didn't know," he shot back. "But now I do." I nodded. It was a small gesture, but it said a lot.

"May the best team win," I said gravely. "Will you give me time to return to my home?"

"Fine," he snapped. "But only know, there's no turning back now." Deep chills went up my spine. The bad kind. He was threatening me. And although I didn't really want to fight or hurt anyone, it seemed like he did. And as he said before, "there's no turning back now." So I nodded, unsure of myself. He nodded back at me, with a dark expression on his face. I turned around, leading my group back to where we came. Back home. But all the while, the dark, upsetting feeling in my stomach got worse and worse as I thought.

Russia could tell I was feeling off. It was because of England, he knew as well. And Belarus, and every single little thing having to do with the war. I wasn't strong enough right now to go to war. Or at least, not emotionally. On the way back, he tried to calm me down by making me laugh or asking me questions that had nothing to do with war, whatsoever. It didn't work. All he could do that seemed to work was hold me close and hope. Hope I snapped out of it soon.


Emm: Well of course she's feeling off, she's going to war!

Teasha: Yeah, I know, ok? Just... stop being annoying!

Emm: Well I AM your sister. Why'd you even let me be a quest speaker?

Teasha: I don't know, but now that I think about it, it was a bad idea.

Emm: Review please!