Lainy here, typing from Beena Nii-chan's house! Her mom picks me up after school! How cool? I even call her mom 'Mom' as well!

Anyways, I apologize for OOC nations... I wasn't sure on personality types, especially on Seborga. I guessed somewhere around Italy, but a bit more serious like Romano.

To the chapter, and happy Valentines Day(or if it wasn't happy, well, then I hope you weren't late for classes for people making out!)~! Also, there's language in this chapter. Like, there's a bit. Best of part about that; Romano isn't even in this chapter.

GO! HARD WORKED CHAPTER TEN!

Every muscle in my body stiffens. I left Poland with Lithuania, they won't come after me! Damn it, I think I've just screwed things up.

"Are you ready, Poppet?"

I flip around, twisting the arm of the creepy 2P!Britain/Korea and jumping behind-wait, what?

South Korea and Seborga stand now in front of me, the latter looking at me in shock over Korea's position beneath me. I growl.

"Damn it, guys. That is not funny. Y'all are lucky to be in one piece-"

"Lucky? You were shaking like a leaf da-ze. You couldn't harm a fly you were so scared-"

"I would like, Mr. Yong Soo, for you to notice the position you are in. I can easily dislocate your arm. Don't push me."

"I hope you realize that move was originally my idea da-ze."

I growl, letting the Asian nation drop to the floor. A small group of people have gathered around us. " Nothing to see here, just my friend being a bloody git," I say, dismissing them all with a wave of my hand. Seborga smiles, taking my palm in his. " Well, I'm sure I don't want to be on your bad side. I'm Seborga, as I'd hope you know, but since we're in public, I'm Vivace Vargas[1]! It's good to meet you."

"Same here. Most everyone who like me calm call me Lainy, as I don't necessarily like my actual name," I tell him quietly, smiling. Korea groans as I grind my foot into his shoulder.

" I'm sorry, da-ze. Can you please let me up? Your foot hurts da-ze," the Asian growls in pain. I nod, offering a hand towards him, which he takes and props himself up. "You already know who I am, da-ze, so there isn't a reason to introduce myself. I came up with introductions, you know," he boasts, trying to look smart and professional. I sigh, jumping in shock when something glomps me from behind.

"Oh my God, like, that was totally not cool. I, like, thought you were going to get, like, stolen or something," Poland half-yells, half-cries. Lithuania sighs, pulling the European nation towards himself in a quick hug before looking towards me. "Poland was r-really worried about you. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, " I say, with a glare at Korea, who suddenly becomes intrigued by the floor, "I am perfectly fine. You two?"

"Well... After you ran off, Poland started to turn r-really red, and he got nervous before mentioning t-that we should follow after you," Lithuania stutters quietly. I smile, grinning when I see Poland's flushed face as he sends me a dirty look. " I see," I mumble mysteriously. Lithuania raises an eyebrow curiously, and I laugh as Poland turns bright red, releasing Lithuania's hand in embarrassment when he notices it. The Baltic State frowns, turning towards his obviously more feminine friend. "Are you alright, Poland? Your face is really red," Lithuania asks worriedly, placing a hand to the blonde's cheek, " and you feel like you're burning up. Are you sick? Should we take you back and have you lay down for a bit? I can go grab an ice pack-"

"R-Relax, Liet. I-I'm, like, perfectly fine," Poland stutters again, blushing even darker as Lithuania looks at him carefully, his hand intertwined with the Polish's own.

"Alright, if you say so..."

I sigh, pushing Poland towards Lithuania so that his nose is touching the Baltic's. Even Lithuania turns a shade redder. South Korea puts an arm around me, smiling as Poland attempts /miserably/ to explain what happened. The Baltic State smiles, laughing as Poland becomes a stuttering /and blushing/ mess. I punch Korea in the side before retreating to Seborga.

"Relax, Poland, it was an accident. I know you wouldn't do that on purpose," Lithuania says quietly, laughing in embarrassment when Poland buries his head in the Baltic Nation's neck.

After finishing our shopping trip, Poland and Lithuania disappeared. I thought it was kind of funny.

"HI THERE BEENA NII-CHAN~!" I call, entering her room with a smile. She looks up at me, a frown on her face. I run over to her and hug her. "I got hugged by the object of your affections," She says sadly. I growl.

" FOR THE LAST TIME, MY SPAIN IS OF NO EMOTIONAL VALUE TO ME-"

"...I meant Prussia."

"Oh."

For a minute, we both sit there, before someone calls me out. I apologize, heading out. Ammy looks at me in horror and fear, gasping for breath. "It's... You need to... Follow me," she spits out, running weakly out of breath to the meeting room.

"Damn you!"

Those are the first words I hear when I run in. Switzerland is sitting on someone, punching them repeatedly. A beat-up Prussia leans against the wall, being tended to by many different nations. I watch Switzerland in horror as he rages over the figure, who gives a weak protest. Only then do I realize who's under the blonde nation. I jump onto Switzerland, growling and punching him hard enough for him to release my friend.

"SWITZERLAND, YOU BASTARD. GET THE HELL OFF OF HIM!" I scream, pushing my Spanish friend away from the European. Switzerland looks at me with pure hate before bringing his fist in contact with my face.

Bad idea.

I release all pent-up anger on the man beneath me. I can hear someone screaming for a nation to pull us apart. Switzerland punches me with equal force, aiming more for my stomach in the hopes to wind me. My punches, however, are more of a blind rage. My fists are just coming in contact with skin, fury fueling strength I normally wouldn't have. Our fight turns into one of who is on top, getting better blows. When we get up, our fists collide with each other again, doing, visibly, much more damage. Something pulls the two of us apart. I spit in his direction. "Fuck off, bitch," I growl, wincing as the grip on me tightens.

"Nein. Ve vill not be angering Svitzerland. Despite his attitude, he can be very helpful," Germany growls from behind me. Liechtenstein is holding Switzerland, trying to calm him down. I flip the male nation a middle finger, smirking before wincing as Germany clamps down on me again. Brianna and Morrigan run in, gasping when they see the damage to everyone. Germany lets me go, and I fall to the floor. My friend groans in pure pain, and I prop him up against my shoulder, wincing slightly as a shot of pain shoots down my arm. Japan and China grab us both, picking us up and taking us to a metal table. Switzerland limps over to Britain, who is patching up Prussia as best he can. I can feel Japan's hands wrap bandage around me arm, and China's hands graze my skin for cuts that he can clean up.

I wave them off, somehow mumbling for them to work on the Spaniard next to me. Russia picks me up tenderly, setting me down a ways away from them, and continues to wrap my arm. I relax, the babble of nations letting my weary eyes close. I swear, though, as I close my eyes, I can hear somebody screaming for me to come back.

Ok, so this is 4 hours of work, as well as 2 hours of plot contemplating.

[1]; Seborga does not have a specified human name, and I always liked the word, Vivace, which means Lively.

So... Switzerland...yeah... I think we'd get along until we disagreed. Then, hell would give its wrath.

I wrote this yesterday, but it was 12:00 AM when I finished. You get it. Today. Because I was tired. Have fun being a reading person! Reviews are awesome like Prussia with pancakes and glasses~!