The Sister Swap
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So since I'm running out of disclaimer ideas and I'm tired of saying the disclaimer, I've brought Italy today to say it! XD
Italy: Ve~! Ciao, everyone!
Me: Italy, take it away!
Italy: Okay~! MoonlightNinja55 does not own Hetalia!
Me: Perfect! Good boy! *pats head and gives plate of pasta*
Italy: Ve~! *smiles brightly with his eyes closed*
Me: Hey! I know! I'll just let the Hetalia characters say the disclaimer thing from now on! XD Yay for laziness!
Italy: Can doitsu say it next time?
Me: Maybe~
Italy: Hooplah! :D
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"F-Forever?" Belarus stammered fearfully. "Are y-you sure?"
England nodded gravely. "Yes, I'm afraid so."
"Don't you have another spell book? Like a copy or something?" Switzerland demanded, his voice angry and irritated. "And can't you remember the reverse spell?"
"Vash, it's okay, please calm down…" Belarus quietly pleaded as she used her arm to block him and keep him from attacking England.
"This spell book is one of a kind!" England replied defensively. He held up the heavy ancient looking book, which had fancy old engravings on the cover and spine and worn out white-turned-brown pages with tears on the sides, as well as faded black text and pictures on the inside. "And no, I can not remember every damn spell by heart! That's what this book is for!"
"Are you like, positive that book of yours says that Liechtenstein and Belarus only have like, seven days?" Poland asked. "I mean, it sounds to me like you could be confused with those cursed video tapes where you watch them and then like at the end, they say, "You will die in seven days!" Oooooo!" Poland tried to imitate a ghost by waving his arms in the air and acting all scary.
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Liechtenstein faked a sweet smile. "Poland?"
"Yeah?"
"STFU."
Poland glared at her and folded his arms. "It was just a question!"
"A stupid question."
"Like, you're stupid!"
"Your face is stupid."
"YOUR MOM IS STUPID!"
"I don't have a mom."
"Well, that like explains a lot!"
"OKAY!" Lithuania cut in while smiling nervously, coming between Liechtenstein's and Poland's death glare contest. "Back to the situation at hand!" He turned to face England. "So what do we do now?"
"We have to find out who stole the page," England explained. "Only then can I switch Liechtenstein and Belarus back to their original bodies."
"Oooh! A mystery!" Poland's eyes glittered in excitement. "I want to be Sherlock Holmes!"
"NO," Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and even England shouted in unison. "Just…no."
Poland pouted. "Why not?"
"Because you're Poland, that's why," Liechtenstein smirked.
"Pshaw!" Poland rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. "I could totally be Sherlock Holmes! And then Lithuania can be Dr. Wilson!"
"Watson," England corrected sternly as his thick eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
"What who?" Poland didn't get it.
"WATSON! IT'S DR. WATSON YOU IGNORANT GIT!" he shrieked, about to bonk the Polish man on the head with his spell book, but Lithuania held him back.
"What were we talking about again?" Belarus asked.
"DAMMIT! STOP DISTRACTING US, POLAND!" Switzerland snapped. Poland stuck his tongue out at him and pulled down one eyelid, provoking him more. Luckily, Lithuania elbowed Poland in the side and made him apologize before Switzerland could whip out his gun again.
"Ahem," England coughed into his fist, composing himself. "So like I said, the sooner we find who stole the page, the better, since we only have seven days."
"But it was yesterday when Belarus and I woke up in each other's body," Belarus added.
"Right. So that means you only have six days now, including today," England agreed.
"Which also means we better find that page before sunset on Friday," Lithuania further explained before solemnly adding, "Or else."
"Then what are we like waiting for? Let's go find it!" Poland urged them.
"Hold your little ponies, Poland," Liechtenstein stopped him. "We don't even know where to look first. If you want to be a good detective, you need a list of suspects. England, do you know anyone who might have taken it?"
"Well…" England thought over it as he scratched the back of his head. "That's what's troubling me. I'm the only one who knows where this lair is hidden. However… I can think of three people who might have stolen the page."
"Who?" Switzerland demanded.
"I'll tell you, but first I want to know something." He turned to Belarus and Liechtenstein again. "You need to remember what exactly happened last Friday night, the night before you two switched places. What did you do differently?"
Liechtenstein and Belarus were caught off guard. They exchanged looks of discomfort and embarrassment.
"Why do you want to know?" Liechtenstein arched a brow.
"Because it might hold some clues as to how you both switched bodies in the first place," he explained. "So? Who wants to speak first?"
Belarus looked down at the floor and fidgeted with her dress while Liechtenstein crossed her arms and snorted, looking away.
"No way in hell am I telling them what I did!" the real Belarus thought.
"I-I don't know…should I tell them?" the real Liechtenstein thought uncertainly.
"Did you forget that we can read your minds now?" England spoke sternly to them, making them realize. "So either way, we'll find out what you did." He smirked.
"Shoot…" they both thought. Poland snickered in amusement while Switzerland and Lithuania were wondering what they were so embarrassed about.
"Come now, we don't have all day," England insisted. Belarus took a deep breath.
"Alright. I'll go first," she boldly spoke up. England grinned.
"Brilliant! Go ahead."
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Meanwhile, Canada looked like he was in a hurry as he ran down a sidewalk and pushed past people, apologizing along the way, while holding Kumajirou in one arm and a leather briefcase in another.
"Who are you? Where are you taking me?" Kumajirou tilted its head to the side cutely.
"I'm your owner Canada!" Canada panted. Sweat was trickling down his face and his little hair curl kept bouncing off his nose. "I'm late for my meeting with Ukraine! I was supposed to be there half an hour ago!"
"Can you give me a piggyback ride?" Kumajirou randomly asked.
"I can't right now, Kumajakooze!" he refused.
"But piggyback rides are fun," the polar bear seemed to pout.
"I said not right now-"
BAM! Canada collided into someone and the next thing he knew, he dropped Kumajirou and his briefcase as he was forced backwards. His back and head landed on the hard cement with a loud THUD and he yelped in pain.
"Ouch…" Canada groaned as he struggled to sit up. He heard someone else groan at his feet and thought it was Kumajirou at first, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the polar bear sitting next to him with that same look of innocence and confusion. Alarmed, Canada gasped when he saw it was a teenage girl he bumped into. The girl had long blondish hair and blue eyes and was wearing glasses, a plain blue T-shirt, and jeans.
"Ow…" the girl whined as she rubbed her head and tried to push herself up.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Canada quickly apologized as he hastily stood up to help her. "I should have been more careful. Are you alright?"
The girl took a few moments to organize her thoughts and understand what had just happened. "Yeah, I'm fine…" Just then, her eyes began to sparkle in recognition and excitement. "Woah! Hold the phone! Matthew? Matthew Williams, is it really you?"
Canada was astonished and stepped away from her. How can this stranger know his human name? Had he seen her somewhere before?
"Don't you remember me?" she insisted, sounding a little crestfallen when he didn't recognize her right away. "It's me! Leigh Namrevo? We played baseball together that one time with your brother Alfred and your friend Gilbert!"
At that moment, something clicked in Canada's mind. He placed a hand under his chin and flashbacked to that day he met her.
~Flashback~
"I'M THE MOST AWESOME NATION EVER!" Prussia yelled at America.
"NO, I'M THE MOST AWESOME NATION EVER!" America yelled back at Prussia. Poor Canada was stuck in the middle of their shouting as they walked together down a sidewalk.
"NO, I'M WAY AWESOMER THAN YOU!"
"NO, I'M THE AWESOMEST!"
"I'M THE AWESOMEST TIMES TWO!"
"I'M THE AWESOMEST TIMES TEN!"
"I'M THE AWESOMEST TIMES A HUNDRED!"
"I'M THE AWESOMEST TIMES A THOUSAND!"
"I'M THE AWESOMEST TIMES A MILLION!"
"I'M THE AWESOMEST TIMES A TRILLION!"
"I'M THE AWESOMEST TIMES INFINITY! HA!"
"I'M THE AWESOMEST TIMES INFINITY TIMES ONE! AND NOTHING CAN BEAT THAT, SO HA!"
"I'd say you two are both awesome idiots…" Canada muttered with a tired sigh while hugging Kumajirou tightly.
"THAT'S IT! WE'RE SETTLING THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!" Prussia declared.
"Name the game!" America grinned confidently. "I'll kick your ass at anything!"
Prussia smirked and scanned the surrounding area for something they could do. They were at a park and several teens were playing baseball in the wide opened field.
"Perfect!" he snickered. "I challenge you to a game of baseball! Whoever wins will be titled the Most Awesome Nation Ever!"
America laughed his signature heroic laugh. "I accept your challenge!" They shook hands on it. "But you should know that playing sports is second nature to me!"
"Right next to playing video games, eating food that gives you heart attacks, and running around with a cape and tights," Canada added quietly as America ran up to the teens and excitedly asked if he and his friends can join in on the fun. The teens happily agreed and introductions were exchanged before the game.
"Hi! My name is Leigh Namrevo!" one of the girls energetically introduced herself to America.
"Awesome! My name is Alfred F. Jones!" America replied, equally energetic, if not more. "And this is Gilbert Beil…something."
"IT'S BEILSCHMIDT!" Prussia snapped.
"Yeah, that." America waved him away dismissively.
"My name is Matthew Williams…" Canada shyly introduced. Leigh felt a cold breeze brush by. She shuddered.
"W-What was that? Did the air just talk?" she stuttered in fright while hugging herself and rubbing her arms to keep warm.
"WHAT? IS IT A GHOST?" America was on the alert and looked around frantically. "N-Not that I'm scared or anything! Because I'm a hero!"
"Chill out! It's just Can- I mean, Matthew!" Prussia pointed out, quickly switching to their human names since they of course needed to disguise themselves. Canada seemed to materialize beside him, right before their very eyes.
"Oh! Mattie! He's my brother," America explained to the teens. To Canada, he asked, "When did you come? You should have called me!"
"He/I was with us/you the whole time," Prussia and Canada deadpanned, but America paid no attention to them.
"C'mon, Mattie! You're just in time! Me and you are going to crush Prussia together!" he hustled them to join in the game. Secretly, Canada wanted to be on Prussia's team, but he thought it would be best not to argue with his brother. The teens divided into two teams, one for Prussia and the other for America. They played for hours until they realized that the sun had set and the sky was turning pitch black. Surprisingly, the game ended in a tie, which neither America nor Prussia found satisfying and promised each other that they would find something else to decide who should be declared Most Awesome Nation Ever. They said their good-byes and the nations and the teens went their separate ways.
~End of Flashback~
"Oh! I remember you," Canada smiled. "It's great to see you again- OH MY MAPLE!"
Poor Canada just realized that his briefcase was flung open on the ground and his papers fell out. Most of the papers fluttered in the air while some were rolling and tumbling down the sidewalk. Kumajirou was busy chasing one piece of paper into the street.
"KUMAJABBAWOCKEEZ!" Canada cried as he rushed to save his polar bear from being hit by an oncoming truck.
"Wait, Matthew! Are you nuts?" Leigh exclaimed, trying to stop him, but he was already at Kumajirou's side. Fortunately, the truck screeched to a halt right before it hit Canada and Kumajirou. The driver rolled down the window and yelled, "HEY! GET OFF OF THE-" He did a double take and shouted in bewilderment, "WHAT THE HELL IS A POLAR BEAR DOING ON THE ROAD?"
"His name is Kumajababa, you hoser!" Canada snapped while holding Kumajirou protectively, but his angry tone wasn't nearly as loud as the truck driver's.
"YEAH! AND IF ANYTHING, YOU SHOULD BE APOLOGIZING TO HIM AND MATTHEW!" Leigh backed up Canada as she came to help them off the road. "YOU ALMOST GOT THEM KILLED, ASSHOLE!"
The truck driver just snorted and shrieked, "DAMN BRATS LIKE YOU SHOULD STAY OFF THE ROAD!" before he rolled up the window. Leigh glared harshly at the truck as it zoomed away.
"Man, can you believe that guy- Hey!" She was surprised to see Canada already grabbing his briefcase and chasing his papers down the sidewalk with Kumajirou following him close behind. "Where are you going?"
"Sorry! I'm late for a meeting! Maybe we can catch up later!" Canada shouted, but his voice was too soft spoken for her to hear. Just then, something caught her eye.
"Hey, wait! You forgot this!" she called to him, snatching the piece of paper Kumajirou was chasing earlier and waving it high in the air, but Canada was already gone.
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~Liechtenstein's story and POV~
"Wow! That was such an exciting movie!" I gushed, smiling at Sealand as we walked side by side together.
"I know right? Man, did you see that fight scene? The guy was all BAM and POW, desu yo!" Sealand punched and made an uppercut in the air with one arm while holding a red and white pin-striped bag of popcorn in the other. I giggled.
"Yes, it was amazing."
"Not just amazing! It was AWESOME, desu yo! If I had those moves, I would have definitely kicked Jerk England's butt by now! Then he would have to acknowledge that I'm a better nation than him!"
I widened my eyes in surprise before gazing at him with a look of sympathy. I opened my mouth to say something to comfort him, but suddenly, he broke into a run.
"PIGEONS, DESU YO!" he exclaimed happily as he rushed at a flock of pigeons pecking at the ground. The pigeons were frightened and immediately flapped their wings and flew to a different area right before he could stomp on them. He laughed and rushed at them again and again, loving the joy of terrorizing them.
"Peter! Don't be mean!" I cried as I dashed over to him and grabbed his arm. Disappointment stabbed at him when the pigeons finally flew away.
"Awww! They left!" he pouted. Then he yanked his arm away and turned on me. His mouth formed a playful smirk as his hand reached inside the popcorn bag. "Now you're going to pay, desu yo!"
My eyes bulged out in astonishment as he began to pelt me with popcorn. I blocked most of the attacks with my hands and arms. "Hey! Stop it!"
I scooped up some of the popcorn that landed on the ground and fired back at him, grinning in triumph when some of them had hit him. We attacked, dodged, and laughed together until all the popcorn had run out and we collapsed on a park bench underneath a shady tree, sighing in exhaustion and giggling still.
"Peter?" I asked after we calmed down.
"Yeah? What is it, desu yo?"
"This was fun. Thanks for hanging out with me today." I smiled. "You're a great friend."
"Anytime!" he grinned energetically. "I just wish Raivis was here! He would have definitely had fun with us, desu yo!" His grin dropped abruptly and he glared at his shoes as if they betrayed him. "Why did he have to go to that stupid World Meeting today? It's not fair! I'm a nation too…" He eyes lit up in realization. "Wait! Aren't you a nation? Why didn't you go?"
"Well…" I answered uncomfortably. He smirked knowingly.
"Oh, I get it! You finally got fed up with that crazy brother of yours, right, desu yo?"
"N-No! That's n-not it at all!" I stuttered as my cheeks reddened.
"You don't have to be embarrassed about it! If I were you, I would have wanted to get away from him too. He seriously needs to get laid, desu yo!"
I tilted my head to the side. "What does that mean?"
"I don't know exactly, but it always seems to make Jerk England mad so I use that phrase often, desu yo!" He snickered. I was still confused, but giggled at how silly he was. For a few moments, we sat there together and gazed up at the clear sky, enjoying each other's company and the warm sunlight.
"You know…" he sighed deeply. "Sometimes I'm jealous of you and Raivis."
"W-What? Me?" I exclaimed in shock while pointing a finger to myself.
"Yeah…at least other nations recognize you! I bet it's lots of fun going to all those World Meetings, desu yo!"
"Um…not exactly…" I sweat dropped. "Sometimes I'm jealous of you."
"Really?" he exclaimed in disbelief.
"Really," I assured him with a small smile.
"Why, desu yo?"
It was my turn to sigh deeply. "Because you get to enjoy days like this more than me." I spread my arms out wide to show the entire park to him. "Being a nation is a huge responsibility. Sometimes it feels like the whole world is on your shoulders and you just want to escape… Wish you were someone else…" I turned to him and laughed softly. "Ironic, isn't it? How we always yearn to be someone else while others yearn to be you."
"Exactly! But if I had to be anyone else, it wouldn't be you or Raivis. It would probably be someone a lot older, stronger, and wiser than Jerk England, desu yo!"
"Wait, I thought you said you wished you were me?" I was momentarily confused.
"I said I was jealous, not "I wish I was you"! No offense, but you're too nice, Lili! You're just a welcome mat and people walk all over you! Plus, you can't even make your own decisions without your brother's help, and you're a nation, desu yo!"
I was stunned. "W-W-What? That's not…I mean it's…I-I'm not some welcome mat!"
"Oh, really?" He smirked as he pretended to yawn and stretch. "I'm just going to lay my arm around your shoulder, if you don't mind."
Before I could even try to protest, Sealand suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of a very familiar looking gun and he immediately tensed up.
"Do that and you DIE," Switzerland warned lowly. We both jumped in utter shock.
"B-BROTHER!" I gasped. "How did…what the…how long were you standing there?"
"I just got here! And it's a good thing too!" He glared viciously at Sealand before turning to me. "I knew it! I let you have a little break because you deserved it and let my guard down and what happens? Sealand of all people tries to take advantage of you!" He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me away, like a criminal about to be hauled off to jail. "Come on, Lili! We're going home!"
"W-Wait! You don't understand! It was nothing like that," I tried to convince him.
"That's enough out of you. We're going." He dragged me to the car.
"But…"
"No "buts"! Let's go!" He yanked open the car door for me and used his eyes to tell me to get in.
"You don't have to do what he says, desu yo! Are you going to let him boss you around forever?" Sealand called out to me. I bit my lip and hesitated.
"What are you doing? Get in, Lili!" he ordered. A shadow passed over my face before I threw one last look at Sealand and reluctantly got in the car. Switzerland slammed the door shut, climbed into the driver's seat, and sped away.
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"So, let me get this straight. You told Switzerland you've been really helpful to him and that you deserve some time to yourself, he agrees and goes to the World Meeting alone, Sealand comes by and tells you to hang out with him since Latvia couldn't hang out with him, and you agree without telling Switzerland?" Hungary made sure she got the story correct.
I was in my room, talking to Hungary about the day's events on the phone while sitting down on the edge of my bed. I sighed as I twirled the black spiral cord around my finger.
"Well…yeah, I guess…" I agreed lamely with a sweat drop.
"No wonder he was more uptight and stricter than usual at the meeting!" Hungary realized. "I kind of feel bad for Japan. Good thing he has ninja reflexes, otherwise he would have never dodged those bullets!"
"Vash was shooting him?" I gasped in horror at the thought. I knew Japan was a very well-mannered, overall nice guy. He hardly upsets anybody, let alone my brother, except when he doesn't hold an opinion of his own. But even then, Vash would never shoot him for that reason, so the news shocked me.
"Yeah! The guy was on edge! He was so worried about you, he looked ready to murder someone! If he wasn't a nation, Switzerland would have gray hair because of how stressed he was! Or even be bald, for all we know!"
I groaned and shut my eyes, flopping down on my bed. "I just wanted one day, Hungary. One day of Switzerland not worrying about me. I know he wants to protect me and be a great older brother, but-"
"He constantly overdoes it?" Hungary finished for me.
"That and I always feel guilty about worrying him so much. I just thought that one day away from each other would give us both a break and put our minds at ease. Instead, he's worried about me more."
Hungary smiled. "Honey, you can't change that though. Of course he's going to worry about you! You're his little sister! He loves you." She laughed warmly. "And ironically, you're worrying about him worrying over you."
I blinked twice before giggling in amusement. "I guess you're right!"
We laughed together for a while before sighing contently and letting a comfortable silence fall on us.
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"…But even so," I continued, wiping away my smile. "I wish I could do something to make him stop worrying. I mean, he deserves a break too. He works so hard…"
"Why don't you get him a girlfriend?" Hungary suggested out of the blue.
"A girlfriend?" Confusion laced in my tone.
"Sure! While you're having some alone time or hanging out with your friends or doing something for your boss, Switzerland would spend time with his girlfriend! That way, he worries less over you and you're free from any guilt!"
A light bulb switched on in my mind and I jumped out of bed in my excitement. "That's not a bad idea!" A new realization came to me and my excitement dropped. "But, wait… I-I mean, well, uh… My brother, he, um…"
"You're wondering who would ever date a trigger-happy frugal guy like him," Hungary stated rather than questioned, pulling out the words stuck in my throat.
"Kind of, yeah," I shyly agreed. "But he really is sweet and kind and helpful!"
Hungary giggled. "I bet he is. Don't worry! I'll find someone!"
"R-Really?" I stammered in surprise. "Are you sure?"
"Of course! I'm Elizaveta the Matchmaker after all! Leave it to me!"
I smiled gratefully. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."
"No problem! Now let Cupid work her magic! Okay?"
"Alright. Good luck!" I wished her.
"Thanks! Bye!"
"Bye." I hung up the phone and heavily sighed as I sat on my bed again. I pondered over my conversation with Hungary. Would she really be able to find a girlfriend for Vash? It was sort of hard to imagine. Everyone seems to be intimidated by him, which is understandable. Still, it would be nice to let someone other than myself see the soft side he has underneath his strict and stubborn attitude.
I stood up and padded over to my window. The moonlight shined on my face as I gazed up at the night sky. The stars were so bright and beautiful, they looked like diamonds embedded on a black quilt that wrapped around the world and secured it from any harm. I bowed my head and folded my hands.
"Please…all I wish for is someone to have things in common with him," I prayed. "To understand him. To laugh with him. To have a good time with him. But most of all, care for him as much as I do. That's all I wish for. So please, if anyone can hear this, please…" I lifted my head and gazed at the moon desperately.
"Help me."
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~Belarus's story and POV~
"…AND THAT IS HOW I DEFEATED DR. EVIL MONSTER BROWS FROM TAKING OVER THE WORLD AND THE HAMBURGER FACTORY!" America proudly concluded as he laughed heartily. "Any questions?"
Like all World Meetings before it, the World Meeting had gone way off topic once again and created more problems than solutions.
"Cool story, bro," I thought with a roll of my eyes. "I'm really looking forward to the sequel."
"Why does this villain in your dream bear a resemblance to L'Angleterre?" France asked out of curiosity and amusement.
"Dr. Evil Monster Brows has blond hair, green eyes, and thick eyebrows! England has blond hair, green eyes, and thicker eyebrows, so they're way different," America explained. It wasn't surprising that everyone in the room either groaned, face palmed, or rolled their eyes.
"Thank you for the…interesting story, America," Germany got up and coughed into his fist before throwing a glare at him. The oblivious American gave a thumbs up and sat down. Germany cleared his throat. "Now, since England had to attend the royal wedding, I'll be going next." He filed the papers in his hands and read. "First off, I'd like to point out a few things about-"
"Doitsu! Are we going to have pasta after the meeting?" Italy whined.
"Italy, now's not the time to-" Germany tried to politely shut him up before things got off track again, but he was too late.
"Why have pasta when you can have the classic hamburgers and fries at McDonald's?" America interrupted as he jumped up from his chair and posed heroically. The whole world groaned.
"Aiyaaah! Do not even mention that name, aru!" China wrinkled his nose in disgust. "That name is like Opium's scones, aru! Every time I hear it, it makes me sick!"
"Says the guy who's going to have 2,000 McDonald's restaurants by 2013," I thought.
"McDonald's was invented in Korea, da ze!" Korea snickered.
"NO IT WAS NOT!" America and China shouted at the same time.
"The McDonald's at my place has the McRice Burger," Singapore stated while talking behind a book she was currently reading. "It's a burger that has two rice patties instead of two buns."
"Really? I have kimchi burgers at my place, da ze!"
Before we knew it, we were listing the stuff we added on our McDonald's menu.
"I have chilled gazpacho at my place!" Spain grinned brightly.
"I added a croissant and pastry to the brunch at my place~" France boasted.
"Ve~! I have-"
"Pasta! We know! Can we please get back on topic here, people?" Germany demanded, but no one paid attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that guy Switzerland across the table twitching in his seat. I smirked. He looked like he was ready to crack.
"But Doitsu, I wasn't going to say that!"
"The pasta is at my McDonald's!" Philippines chirped. "We call it McSpaghetti!"
"Why is it at your place, eh? Shouldn't it be at Italy's…?" someone questioned, but I didn't really see who it was.
"I have the Country Style Potatoes at my McDonald's~" Russia smiled. He turned to Latvia. "They are delicious, da?"
"I-I think th-that um…" the crybaby was stuttering as he shook in fear. I was ready with a knife to the squirt's back and whispered darkly to him, "Make the right decision."
He cried more and just nodded his head vigorously. I smirked as Russia patted the pathetic boy's head. Lithuania and Estonia threw Latvia sympathetic looks.
One by one, each nation talked about their culture's touch on McDonald's and with each nation, the volume of the chattering increased and Switzerland's anger seemed to build up.
"My people do not eat beef, so we do not have those Big Macs," India explained. "But we do have the Maharaja Mac, which is a Big Mac made of either lamb or chicken meat."
"What's wrong, Aniki? You're looking kind of green, da ze!" Korea laughed in his face.
"SHUT UP, ARU!"
"You guys are so unawesome! How can you eat without beer? At our McDonald's, you can have beer served with your meal! Right, West?" Prussia cackled as he slapped his younger brother on the back.
Germany pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "FINE! FORGET IT! JAPAN! IT'S YOUR TURN TO SPEAK!"
The Japanese man snapped his head up from the black DS in his hands and pulled out an earbud. He blinked twice. "H-Hai?"
Germany stared at him in shock. "JAPAN! WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN IMPORTANT MEETING AND YOU'RE PLAYING THAT?"
"I-I apologize, Germany-san." He bowed his head in shame. "I have ignored my duties as a nation and brought dishonor upon myself. Now I must pay the price…" He began to unsheathe his sword.
"WAIT! You don't have to go that far!" Germany stopped him by reaching out a hand while sweat dropping.
"Woah, sweet! What game are you playing?" America excitedly peeked over Japan's shoulder to see. "Hey! Is that Pokémon Black and White?"
"Hai," Japan said while sheathing his sword. "I have the Black Version."
"What? Japan!" America crossed his arms and stared at him disapprovingly. "Why would you want the white Pokémon? The black one is so much more BEAST!"
"Ve~?" Italy tipped his head to the side. "So, wait… The white Pokémon is in the Black Version and the black Pokémon is in the White Version?"
"Yeah?" America raised a brow.
"Shouldn't it be the other way around?"
Italy's blunt statement caused most people to gasp in disbelief and the noise in the room grew even louder. Switzerland's eyes looked crazy with murder and his fingers were lingering above his rifle.
"Italy! That's like, questioning how many people France had slept with! You just don't ask!" Poland scolded.
"What? You want to know how many people I've slept with?" France asked when he heard his name.
"NO!" was the immediate response.
"Aww! Look at the tiny people!" Italy smiled wide as he got distracted and looked over Japan's other shoulder. "They're tinier than Speedos!"
"Speedos, huh? Francis would love to wear that!" Prussia snickered.
"Ohonhonhonhon, I'm so sexy, I don't need Speedos~" said nation purred.
All hell broke lose after that. Nations were yelling over each other and complaining about the unneeded image of France in their minds. Some nations were still discussing about their McDonald's while others were debating who would look good in Speedos.
"I think you would look very good in Speedos, brother~" I told Russia. He nervously smiled at me before scooting away. I scooted even closer to him, and continued to say, "Would I look good in Speedos, brother?"
"I-I believe I um…need to… USE THE BATHROOM! DA!" He quickly abandoned his seat and fled, running out of the conference room. I narrowed my eyes in determination.
"I'LL COME WITH YOU!" I followed him.
"BUT YOU'RE A GIRL!"
"So?"
I weaved my way through the screaming nations who were all arguing, laughing, pointing fingers, and so on. The noise level had reached an all time high. Each conversation was tangled with another and another and another until it was just one big jumbled mess and it was hard to tell who said what. Germany was trying his best to yell over all of them, but he was just one nation against more than one hundred. At last, before I could catch up with my brother, gun shots rang out.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Curious, I turned around. Unsurprisingly, all the commotion and noises dropped dead. Every nation gawked in astonishment and terror when they saw the end of Switzerland's gun hiss. Switzerland had one foot on the table and one foot on his chair. He glared harshly at his victim. Out of all the nations, he chose to shoot Japan for a reason I probably missed. Lucky for Japan, he dodged all the bullets with ease. The wall behind him though was not as lucky.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH ALL OF YOU?" he fumed. "You waste your time talking about something as trivial as fast food and video games and tiny swimwear? These meetings are supposed to solve problems and help our people, for God's sake! If we're not doing that, then what's the purpose of these meetings? To tear each other apart and cause World War III? FUCK THAT! I have better things to do with my time!"
He got off his chair and stormed over to the door where I was standing. Everyone watched his retreating back. When he was standing next to me, he stopped and glared at the world over his shoulder.
"If we don't take our job as nations seriously, then we might as well be humans!"
I stared at him in surprise. Now those were some serious words that shocked everyone. Just before he turned to leave, he looked at me as if just noticing I was there.
"Oh, hey Belarus," he muttered and then finally left.
I was stunned. All of us were stunned by his words. For what seemed like hours, we stood there, glued to our spot and unable to say or do anything. It felt like we were frozen statues and until someone knew how to unfreeze, we were stuck.
An awkward silence settled over us.
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America whistled, breaking the silence. "Looks like someone needs a Happy Meal!"
Prussia punched America's arm in annoyance while everyone else groaned. We were able to move and breathe again, much to everyone's relief.
"Don't mind Switzerland," Poland shrugged it off as he filed his nails. "He's just like upset that he's been away from like Liechtenstein too long!"
It made sense and explained Switzerland's crazy actions, so Germany took this as a cue to wrap up the meeting early, despite the fact that we got nothing really done. I was still standing where I was when the rest of the nations began to file out of the room. One thought kept swirling in my mind.
"He said my name…?"
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It was around ten at night when I got a call from my older sister. I growled and picked up the phone.
"What is it?" I answered grouchily.
"Oh! Er, hello, sister," Ukraine awkwardly greeted. "I just called to ask you something you might be interested in-"
"Don't beat around the bush. I'm in the middle of planning my next scheme to force brother into marrying me, so make it quick."
"Um…okay?" she replied quite uncertainly. "Well, um, I just wanted to tell you that the other female nations and I are going to have a slumber party at Belgium's house, so you're welcomed to come-"
"No," I immediately declined her offer. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm busy."
I heard her sigh. "But, sister, this is a great opportunity to-!"
"Make friends?" I laughed harshly. "Face it. We both know I'll never make friends."
"You'll never know unless you try!" she cried. "Please, just come. Please? There's food, music, and plenty of games-"
"I said NO!" I yelled. "What part of "no" do you not understand? It would be useless! Everyone is afraid of me! They think I'm some sort of psycho just because I'm attached to Ivan! I can't get near anyone without them cowering in fear! Why don't you just accept the fact that no one will understand, okay? Not you, not the other female nations, not ANYONE!"
SLAM! I slammed the phone down so hard, the base cracked and split under the pressure and my fingers made a visible imprint on the phone. A few seconds later, I got another call.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" I snapped at the person as soon as I picked up the phone.
"Well hello to you too, Belarus!" a feminine voice snapped back. Wait, that's not my sister.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"It's me! Hungary!" she introduced. Something clicked in my head.
"Oh, you're that girl with the frying pan."
"And you're that girl who mass produces knives. Now that we got that out of the way…" she continued. "I have a question to ask you-"
"If it's about that stupid slumber party, forget it. I told my older sister I'm not coming." I was about to hang up.
"It's not about that, although that's disappointing. I actually wanted to ask you about Switzerland!"
My hand instantly froze. Wait, what? I quickly brought the phone to my ear. "What about that guy?"
"Well~" she giggled like a school girl who was excited to spill a juicy secret. "How would you like to go on a date with him?"
"W-WHAT?" I exclaimed. "Why the hell would I do that?"
"Because you two have a lot in common! You both-"
"No. I'm in love with my brother, and no one else. I don't want to hear how much I have in common with someone I barely even know. Go ask someone else."
"Wait! Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"You're going to regret it! Switzerland is a pretty great guy-"
"I. LOVE. RUSSIA. And no one is going to change that."
"But that's incest!"
"Didn't bother me when the doctors said it. Doesn't bother me when you say it."
"You're making a big mistake."
"The only mistake I made was listening to you talk. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to buy vodka, a container, a pack of Skittles, an empty bottle, and a T-shirt."
And with that, I finally hung up.
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When I got home from the store, I was exhausted. I locked my bedroom door, dropped the stuff I bought on the floor, didn't even bother to pick up the stuff that spilled out, and flopped down on my bed. I sighed in frustration. The conversations I had with Ukraine and Hungary weighed heavily on my mind.
"You'll never know unless you try!" Ukraine said.
Yeah, right. Why even try? I know what they say. They say it all the time behind my back.
"That's her. The girl who's always obsessing over Russia."
"When will she just give it up?"
"She would be more attractive if she wasn't such a freak."
"She's so unladylike."
"Why can't she be nice like Ukraine?"
"No guy would ever want to date her."
"Except for Lithuania. He's nuts!"
"He has no taste in women."
"Lithuania deserves someone better than her."
And on and on and on. Most of the time, I ignore it. But sometimes, I just blow up in their faces and yell, "WELL IF I'M SUCH A PROBLEM, WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT TO MY FACE INSTEAD OF BEING COWARDS?" But they would always run away and beg for mercy.
I pretend not to care. I pretend it's stupid, that their words don't hurt me. But the truth is, it does. It hurts more than anything. When people constantly talk about how imperfect you are, you can't help but hate your life.
"You look beautiful," I remember Lithuania saying during our one date.
Ha! It sounds like a lie. After hearing how ugly and mean I am so many times, compliments sound like lies. Kindness sounds like pity. And I really don't need pity. Pity shows how vulnerable you are; it shows your weakness.
So I harden myself. I close myself up to people. If they see me as some emo kid, fine. If they see me as a nasty bitch, fine. If they see me as a stalker with no life, fine. Let them see me as whoever the fuck they think I am. Because I'm done. Done with all of their damn gossip and pity. I don't need it.
All that matters is Russia. All that matters is him and him only. He's the only one that understands. He's the only one I truly love. And he loves me back. I know it. I just have to be more determined. Be more aggressive. I have to be the one who marries him, because if I'm not, then I'll have nothing. My life will hold no more meaning. What good is life when you can't spend it with the one you love?
"Please, all I wish for is for Russia to love me," I prayed. "Nothing else matters. I just want him to feel what I feel for him. I want that more than anything."
"You're making a big mistake," Hungary's words seemed to warn.
No. She's wrong. This is all I ever wanted.
"I wish for Russia to love me," I repeated softly as I drifted off to sleep. "Because nothing else matters…"
Nothing else matters…
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And that's the end! Of this chapter! XD Sorry guys, but I had to end it here because this chapter is almost as long as my story The Grocery Store! And that's pretty long! O.o Bad news is, the date thing is pushed to next chapter. Good news is, you can check out my profile to see what happens next! X3 Always check by on Fridays to see what I updated! Thanks for all the awesome support and see ya!
P.S. I disclaim the character Leigh Namrevo. She is a character that belongs to Bhel-Elryss.