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Berlin was missing, granted Germany hadn't seen her in two hours but after checking the house, the grounds and Italies usual hiding spots he was ready to call out his tiny military just to hunt her down. Prussia slouched on the couch watching his younger brother freak out with a smirk playing over his pale lips.
"Bruder, what do I do?" Germany paced around the living room, staring at his many phones, hoping Berlin would call.
"Do you really want to know where Berlin is?" Asked Prussia and Germany spun around, a hopeful/furious expression on his face.
"JA!"
"Do you want to know why she left," Germany didn't move and didn't reply, his face flushed and Prussia nodded to the chair, "Sit down Bruder." Germany took a seat and stared striaght ahead as his brother spoke.
"I know Berlin, she isn't the kind of person you are. She likes frilly clothes and loud music, hanging out with her friends, sleeping in later and gardening."
"But she,"
"Let me finish Bruder," ordered Prussia cutting him off, "You've been trying to make her into a mini you. She'll never be a mini you, you need to let Berlin be Berlin. She spent so many years milaristic and orderly that when D.C. said 'Change' she did. Berlin may act cheerful and happy but she's like the others, bad memories. Why/ Because the capital is usually where the shit goes down. Do you have any idea how hard it was for her to be divided into fours and then slashed in half?" Germany shook his head, ashamed, "She was paralyzed from the waist down and Moscow ordered she be shuttled around the conquering capitals but D.C. wouldn't let him. Some parents will do anything for a child expect let them be themselves." Germany sat still, absorbing this information.
"Where will I find her?" Prussia cracked an eye open and nodded in approval.
"You will find her at Polands house. She always goes to Warsaw when she's upset. They're pretty good friends."
"Friends," echoed Germany, "are you sure 'just friends' is correct?"
"...no." Germany swore and sprinted towards the door.
Moscow, Minsk (capital of Belarus) and Kiev (capital of Ukraine) were huddled together on Moscow's huge bed, listening to the shounds of sobbing (Ukraine) shouting and yelling (Russia and Belarus)
"Should be go do something?" Whispered Kiev and Moscow shook his head.
"If you want to get in the middle of that be my guest. I for one am staying where it's safe," both boys glanced over to Minsk who seemed to be squirming, tyring to get comfortable. Minsk had a frown on her face as she shuffled under the blanket.
"Are you alright?" asked Kiev, tilting his head to one side.
"No," huffed Minsk. She had bright blue hair that she dyed every other week and wore lots of piercings and outfits that other would label as 'punk' or 'emo'. She also had two mismatched eyes, one violet and the other watery blue. Today her clothes actually seemed a lot more plain and most of her odd peircings were gone, in fact, she looked completly normal. The boys sensed she would say more and waited.
"My mother is crazy!" she yelled and the boys flinched, "I went to a concert yesterday and she totally got mad at me."
"How long did it last?" ventured Kiev. Minsk huffed and hid her face.
"Until two."
"Two...?"
"Two in the morning."
"Of course she was mad," Moscow frowned at his cousin, "Prussia got mad when you did that."
'But she totally took it to far," protested Minsk, "she, she." Minsk was unwilling to continue so she hid her face in the pillow and the boys exchanged glances.
"What did Aunt Belarus do?" asked Kiev and Moscow nudged her gently.
"She," Minsk's face was very red now and her voice dropped down to a whisper, "She spanked me." Minsk hid her face and the others began to chuckle.
"It's not funny guys," she protested, slugging Moscow in the arm, "It really hurt! And she was yelling at me the whole time!"
"You mean lecturing," snickered Kiev and Minsk punched him as well.
"She told me I can't go to any more late night concerts and now I'm grounded for two weeks,"Minsk looked distressed and Moscow opened his mouth to speak but there was a knock on the door.
All three exchanged looks and ducked under the blankets, hoping to be mistaken for large pillows. The door creaked open when there was no reply.
"Children? Are you there?" It was only Lithuania, they sighed in relief and sat up he blinked several times.
"Hello sir," said Moscow and Lithuania looked like he was ready to faint, "is there something we can help you with?"
"Er, yes. Dinner is ready, we will be eating in the big dining room."
"Okay, we'll be down shortly." Minsk stood up and opened the window.
"Se you losers later, I have a concert I need to do."
"Your band is playing tonight?"
"Yep,' Minsk climbed out the window and after a moments thinking Moscow and Kiev were right behind her.
"You are going to get into trouble," cried Lithuania, "lot of it. Do not make Russia angry!"
"Cover for us," hissed Moscow and then the three were gone, disappearing into the night.
Much to Lithunaia's surprise the siblings acutally believed his lie that the children just wanted to sleep early today and after an awkward dinner all of them settled in the living room to watch TV.
Russia settled on a political talk show, everyone was to afriad to protest until tiny little Riga (capital of Latvia) came running to the room, squealing.
"The trio has a concert tonight!" Before Russia or Lituania could protest Riga grabbed the remote and flipped to the station now airing a punk rock concert.
"Give me the remote little one," hissed Russia the purple aura of doom radiating from his furious figure. Riga craned his neck to look up at him and giggled.
"Nope." Latvia, Estonia and Lithuania, shut thier eyes, certain the young capital would die but at Russia reached for the insolent welp Riga ran through Russia's legs and kicked him in the back of the knee. Russia stumbled forward and Riga tossed the remote to Vilnius (capital of Lithuania).
"HaHa," the Baltic Trio nearly fainted as the three capitals continued to play keep away with an enraged Russia. This continued for several minutes until Ukraine burst into tears. All eyes turned to her and she pointed to the television screen. Standing on a stage wearing punk rocker clothes, bright pink hair and a charming smile and holding a guitar was Moscow. Standing on his left was Minsk, wearing a mini skirt, fishnet leggings and a bright pink shirt and holding a microphone. On her left was Kiev, wearing black skinny jeans, a tight muscule chirt and the light blue scarf Ukraine had knitted him, he was sitting at a masive drum set. All three were smirking at the massive crowd of fanboys and fangirls.
"YAY!" Cheered Riga and he sat down in front of the T.V. " Go Boss Trio! Russia abanodoned his quest for the remote and sat slowly back down on the couch. As the astonished nations watched the three on screen began tuning up instruements.
"You you ready for this ladie and gents," asked Moscow, smirking as the crowds went wild with anticipation. "Looks like no one wants to listen to us," he pouted and turned to Minsk, "They do not want to listen to our music cousin." The crowd roared in protest and Kiev stood up, half of the crowd nearly fainted at the sight. Let it be known that Kiev is a very handsome fellow.
"Perhaps they will if we do a rendition of Sabaton's Panzerkamph!" The crowd surged forward as Minsk threw a kiss to them.
"THEN LET US PLAY!" Shouted Minsk and there was a moment of absolute stillness and the music broke.
Russia turned to a pale Lithuania, "You said they were tired."
Lithuania trembled under the violet gaze and decided to take a chance, "T-that's what they told me." Russia searched his face and nodded, turning his gaze back to a crazily dancing Riga.
'Sit down little one, I cannot see," Riga pouted but did as he was told. Halfway through the son the boys abandoned thier instruments and taking bluetooths from helpers went up to sing with Minsk. Each dance move was perfectly coordinated and in time, Russia was begrudingly impressed. He didn't notice the nods of approval of Belarus.
The concert lasted another two hours and all those of Russia's houshold watched it, enjoying it but all planning how they were going to handle the capitals when they got back. It wasn't until the heads of three balic capitals fell over did they notice they had fallen asleep.
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London and Paris were also muscians, being the Empirial Duo that made cameo performances at others. Unknowingly France and England had also figured them out by watching T.V., the same way Russia and his family were just finding out now. They had no idea that they were figured out so when they snuck into the back door and through the living room it was a surprise when the light flickered on and they were met with the disapproving glares of thier parents.
"Dad?"
"Pere?"
"Hello ladies," the former Empires said in unison and in such a tone of voice that the girls hearts instantly sank.
"Oh bugger," whispered London as England stood up.
"My office, now." he ordered, as London trudged up the stairs Paris only gave a weak smile.
France frowned at hsi daughter, there were many ways he could deal with this. None of them he liked. Sneaking off at night, performing an illegal concernt (it was amazing none of them had been arrested yet) and trying to sneak back in at 3 in the morning. How would he deal with this? Unknowing England was faced with a similair delemia.
So what should the nations do to deal with such unruly capitals? Tell me in a review! Thanks
