Will I ever write a short chapter again? Probably not considering this is the second to last chapter.

Everyone: Boo!

Russia: This means you will letting me go soon, da?

Author: Well of course it does...Not! (Laughs evily!)

Russia: *mumbled* I swear, your more messed up than I am in "Lithuania 1940"

Author: What was that?

Russia: Nothing...

Author's Apology: If you are the author of "1940 Lithuania" I LOVED YOUR FANFIC! Though, i'm sorry for mentioning it in my Fanfic if you didn't want it to be...

Warning to other Readers: Lithuania 1940 is highly historic...meaning it is they most messed up rated M fanfic between Russia and the Baltics you currently on ... Like seriously, Russia in that fanfic... *Shivers to the bone*

One word: Solitary Confinment

Poor Lithuania... O.o

Anyway, LETS CONINUE ON WITH MY STORY!

I get up the next day, eyes blood shot and red behind my crooked glasses from crying up until I had no more tears left, and staying up all night, haunted by the look of Ivan's face as I left. I walk into the kitchen, seeing a very irrupted, tired looking Francis, who the second he saw me, began hitting me with questions, one after another, cursing the name of the man I knew in my heart I truly loved. I look up into Francis face, just about to scream at him for putting me through what I did, when I came back into my senses and saw that he just worried about me, and being the over-protective older brother/father figure he was to me, of course over reacted to the whole thing. I sighed, and as calmly as I could, I explain to him everything that had happened to me there, going from the littlest details to the biggest ones, filling in all the things I knew I couldn't just tell him over the phone.

By the end of it, his whole face for once, looked a little confused, but he also looked like he was trying to figure something else out. Suddenly, what looked like a light bulb went off in his head, and he said "The World Meeting is being held, in Italy, today," I looked up at him, and simply shook my head, whispering "You should of...," but he interrupted me, saying "If he really cares about you like I hope he does, he'll be at that meeting,... and he will forgive you," I look up and I see in his face a determination, and trust in my decision. I was shocked, remembering since the time I had actually had become his little sister, how he always treated me like a little child, even up to the point that I wasn't actually one anymore. I thought to myself "This was probably the first time he treated me like an adult, and actually trusted me"

Unable to control myself, I pull him in a hug, and heard him say to me "Why don't I help you pick something out for the meeting?" and unable to cry any more tears, even of happiness, I just nod into his coat, smiling.

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I stand outside the meeting room, watching as all the countries enter the room, some of them stopping and staring at me for a second, before continuing inside the room. Finally, Peter began walking towards the meeting room, keeping his head bowed down, trying to look as small as possible. Suddenly, a hand reached and grabbed his collar, turning him around to face a very angry looking Sadiq, the representative of Turkey. 'How many times do I have to tell you kid? If you're not a country, then keep your nose out of the World Meetings!" and Sealand looked sad, scared, and betrayed, started to whimper, calling out for Tino and Berwald.

"Let the kid down Turkey," Francis walked from the doorway he had been standing by, over to the little ramble, putting his hand on Turkey shoulder. He was holding Sealand by his blue collar, Peter seeming absolutely relieved to see such an important country take notice of him."I am acknowledged that Peter is to be 'thee representative of Sealand, which happens to be a country you know?" Francis smirked, rolling his words thickly though his French accent, winking at a very embarrassed Turkey, who put Sealand back onto the floor, walking into the meeting room, not even bothering to turn back. A very grateful Peter grabbed France's leg and started raining thanks on him. Francis simply smiled, pulling the young kid to his feet, walking back into the conference room, stopping and smiling to me , mouthing "Good luck," then, disappearing into the sound of America's shouts of "I'm the hero!" , with China and Korea each ranting to each other about which had much more income than the other.

Sealand finally looked at me, preparing a "Thank you," when he stopped, staring to see what I was wearing. 'I have never worn a dress before, I get it! But does it really have to be such a big deal!" I look down at the bright pink dress I'm wearing, with a little white flower almost invisible in the corner, along with white stocks, and my same brown work boots I always wear. Though for once, I let my hair lay down loose, my platinum blonde side bangs swooped across my forehead. I rolled my eyes at him, and he simply smiled at me, as we made our into the meeting room, where all the chaos was and going to about to, take place. -

I sit down by big brother France, watching as Sealand slowly made himself over to the nervous-looking country of New Zealand, carrying around her pet sheep, like she does at every meeting. Sealand seemed to introduce himself the young girl, who looked almost gratefully at the young boy her age standing in front of her, launching into what looked to me like a very detailed story, probably about why she was so nervous. Sealand looked at her sweetly, nodding his head as he absorbed her every word, his eyes seeming to become lost in hers. I can't help but smile at the happy kids, then turning my head to look back at the entrance, the second Sebastian came in, smiling and happy, definitnitly not alone.

Hooked onto his arm, was a girl about my height, with amber eyes, her hair pulled into a side ponytail, wearing a pair of shorts, a tank-top with a pink smock, a bandana on her forehead, and a red ascot. She was laughing at something he said, and then giggled "Sebby, we're in a meeting, will you quit making me laugh!" I definitely didn't recognize her, figuring her to be a new country, and being proud knowing that Sebastian probably rolled out the welcome wagon the second he found out about her. I looked over to her bright and happy face, not knowing, but seeing, that she was definitely in love with my best friend. I looked at her, and I didn't feel jealous, or sad, or not even the least bit unhappy. Looking at them together, I felt happy that they found each other, especially happy that even though she was a new country, she didn't have to go through what most new countries had to go through.

Loneliness.

Smiling, I get up and walk over to them, watching them laugh like little children, just like him and me used to do so long ago. I see Sebastian look up, having our eyes connect for a few seconds, and all the blood rush out of his face like he'd seen a ghost. "I...Mabel..," he muttered, and before he could continue, I smiled at the girl standing next to him, putting my arm out, and interrupted what he was saying, telling the girl "Hi, my name is Mabel, I am the represenitive of Monaco," She looked at me a little confused for a second, then said "Uhhh...I'm the representative of Wy, and well...you can just call me Wy,"(1) I got confused for a second why they looked so uncomfortable, when they called the meeting to attention, forcing me to take a separate seat from them across the room, America presenting a bunch of his crazy ideas like he always does in the beginning of the meetings, causing the chaos volcano to erupt as it did ever meeting. In the commotion, I begin looking around for Russia, only to feel my heart sink as I passed from face to face, until I had gotten to the last filled chair, and I could feel my heart crack into a million different piece, scattering all along the inside of my chest.

Russia didn't come.

I put my head against the table, letting my hair cover my face, letting a few of the tears I had regain, fall back down my cheeks and get caught in the hair covering my face. Suddenly, I hear someone slip through the closed meeting doors, and looking up through my hair, I see Ivan's tall, bulky figure in his usual tall, thick tan coat, walking down to an empty chair a few away from mine. His head looked straight down at the table, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes rimmed red, along with his face drawn, with purple circles under his eyes. I wasn't sure if he knew I was here or was just so drawn away from his surroundings to even notice me, but I was sure he didn't acknowledge me being here, even though there were only two chairs between us. I pulled myself up from the desk slowly, as not to draw attention to myself, and begin to fix myself up before slowly standing up from my chair, walking a few steps against the wall, making myself appear as if I was on my way to the bathroom.

I stop behind Russia's chair, him still oblivious to me being just right behind him. I slowly walk up to his back, him even sitting down, still towering over me, and I stood on my tip toes to grab his shoulder. He slowly turns around and seeing me, making his sad features go into a state of shock, like I had just come back from the dead. His features quickly turned angry, his whole face flared up with rage, as he quickly turned his back to me, muttering "Just go away,"

"Ivan," I whisper his name, and suddenly he's standing up, leaning forward as if he was a tiger cornering his wounded prey, yelling at me, and capturing the attention of everyone in the room as he screamed "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME OK? GO RUN BACK TO YOUR BIG BROTHER FRANCE, LET HIM TAKE CARE OF THINGS FOR YOU, DA? YOU COULDN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, FORCING YOURSELF AS A BURDEN ON HIM..." he continued on and on just saying more hurtful thing, eventual cornering me into the corner of the room, pulling his face up to mine, screaming things that would normally tear my ego to shreds. Though, throughout all the yelling and screaming coming at me like mental bullets from a machine gun, all I could concentrate on where his violet eyes, portraying all the hurt and pain he felt. Seeing me right in front of me, I knew he was too worried about getting himself hurt again to do anything but try to get me to hate him, so that he could at least assure himself I never really loved him, so he could say the same about me.

Knowing that I would never get my point across in words, I closed my eyes and pounced myself onto his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my lips onto his, telling him everything that had happened, in a way he could only truly understand. I knew neither of us wanted to let go of each other, but easily telling from the silence, all eyes were fixed on us. I break away for a second, opening my eyes to look into his shocked, but happy violet ones, I put my lips to his ear and silently telling him "I'm sorry," before letting go of my grip and falling back onto the floor, feet first, and finally look around the room. Everyone was staring at us, frozen in whatever position they had first heard Ivan yell in. The funniest being England in the middle of trying to choke America, now both with very shocked looks on their faces. My eyes finally rested on Sebastian's and instead of seeing a face, happy for me that I had finally found love, I saw tears streaming down his face like a river, his face full of shock and hurt. He turned and ran out of the meeting room, Wy looking at me with an angry, but sad and jealous face. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I look over and see Ivan, looking down on me with a smile, looking a little sad as he said the words "He needs you, go get him,"

I look up at him, calling out a quick, "thank you" to him as I began in chasing my crying Sebby outside of the meeting room, me shouting at him to slow down.

I decided to let Wy be called Wy, since she didn't have either an official, or really even a common human name for her. I also do recognize that most people call Monaco, Emilie, but the archive I went out stated her official name to be Mabel, and well… I like Mabel better. I don't have anything against the name Emilie; I actually have a friend named Emilie, just spelled Emily!

Russia: Preeyet Emily! Uhhh… can you please tell the author to let go of me, Da?

Author: Oh Russia, like anyone actually cares about you feel ;)

Russia: *sigh*

Oh well, I will post the next chapter tomorrow just to torture you all ;)

Unless I…

A: don't evacuate

Or

B: wake in time before the strong winds break all the electrical cords outside)

Oh well, when tomorrow comes, you'll know ;)