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Yeah, so if you all were confused about why this had shown up yesterday or so, but still had 33 chapters, it was because I fixed the first three chapters. *coughgolookatthemcough* *coughadvertisingcough*

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Issa's POV

"Hi here," Josh says. "I'm Issa's boyfriend, Josh."

Lauren looks at me with raised eyebrows, almost as if to say, 'Yuh-huh. Defiantly not this guy.'

I glare at her intently.

I vaguely notice that Josie has disappeared, but I'm too busy tensing, getting ready to punch Lauren if she says anything about what I told her.

Meh. I'm too lazy to write dialogue in italics. *insert dialogue here*

When they're done meeting each other, we walk back out, looking for the others. Josie went somewhere, but I didn't see exactly which direction.

I open a door and Harvey is there, looking out the window, lost in thought. I tap the wall and he jumps violently. I nudge Lauren, and they begin speaking in French. Lauren plays with his hair, fangirl squealing.

After she meets him, I find Dimah, and the process repeats, and I learn that his sister's names are Vera and Alina. Alina seems about the same age as Renae...

I miss her so much...

While they are talking, I sit by the window. It stopped snowing, and now the sun was shining. Although it is, it has no impact on the shivers I feel. While I'm staring into space, Alina comes up to me. She asks something in Russian, tilting her head to the side. When I don't respond, she climbs onto my lap and feels my hair.

I am shocked for a second, mostly because of the contrast of her resemblance to Belarus and her personality. Then I run my fingers through her long hair. I never would've imagined that she would've done this, and apparently, neither does Dimah or Vera. They say something to Alina, and she just shrugs.

"Um," Lauren says. "They asked her how she knew to trust you."

"Oh. That's weird," I say, now weaving a strand Alina's hair into a braid, feeling her do the same. "D'you know what she first asked me?"

"Um...She was wondering if you were okay."

"Ah. I'm fine."

"They say that Alina isn't usually like this," Lauren translates.

"Huh," I say, finishing the braid. Alina hugs me, and I cautiously hug her back because of her side. I heard that this was the outcome of an abusive father. Dimah had scars on his arm, too.

I start to try to put Alina back on the ground, but she shakes her head and puts her arms around my neck.

I smile a little. Little kids are so sweet sometimes. "Hey, Lauren," I call. "I think she likes me."

She laughs and translates for the older ones. Dimah smiles while Vera comes and pats Alina's hair. "'Good for you, sister!' She said."

Lauren, Dimah, and Vera talk for a little bit, and I hold Alina on my lap. Soon, she falls asleep, her head on my shoulder. Noticing this, Vera comes over and takes her, rocking her in his arms. she asks something, and Lauren translates it to, "Are you okay now?"

I nod. "Sp-..spasibo?" (Russian for thank you) I say, pretty sure I was saying the right thing. She nods at the correct usage of my Russian and smiles, humming the Tetris theme.

I stand and walk over to Dimah, holding my hand out in a 'let me see your hand' type of gesture. He slowly puts his arm in my hand and I gingerly roll up the sleeves. I wince a bit, seeing the scars, but I look at Lauren, saying, "Can I go get medical help for him? Looks like he'll need stitches."

She nods and translates. Dimah quickly tries to deny help, say that he's fine, but I shake my head and pull him to the hospital room, Lauren and Vera (who was still holding Alina) following.

I get Liechtenstein's attention. "I think he need stitches. Can you...?" I trail off awkwardly as she nods. "Yeah, it's no problem!"

I watch as Liechtenstein sanitizes some needles. Dimah is edging away uncomfortably. Lauren laughs a little, saying, "I think he's afraid of needles."

"Aw, come on, Lauren," I say. "Being afraid of needles is nothing to be ashamed about. I'm afraid of needles!"

Lauren looks surprised, then quickly says, "Oh, I didn't mean it like that. Just, he doesn't look like little things would scare him."

"Yeah. You'd think I'd only be afraid of the big stuff, too, considering all I've been through, but I hate needles with a burning passion."

I place my hand on Dimah's shoulder, trying wordlessly to comfort him. He doesn't look very reassured, though. "Can you tell him that it doesn't hurt once it's numbed?" I ask Lauren. She nods and translates. He nods, still cringing.

Dimah lets Liechtenstein approach him with the syringe full of painkiller. He whimpers when she shoots the stuff in his arm, but thankfully, he doesn't unleash the Russian rage.

Switzie would kill us all.

Dimah sighs with relief when the stitches are done, and then shudders when he feels his arm.

"There, doesn't that feel better?" I ask. He shrugs after Lauren translates. I laugh. He smiles a bit, and then exits with Vera and Alina.

K, go read Lauren's story. I'm not gonna write what she wrote, but it's funny!

Lauren hugs me. I had just ranted to her a little bit, and in song form, no less. :3

"Issa, do you know why I wear this scarf?" Lauren asks, plucking at the end.

"...I'm going to guess it has something to do with Russia?" I ask, cracking a smile. It slowly slips off my face when her somber expression doesn't leave.

"No, actually, it's because...Well, I'm supposed to be dead," she says.

I laugh. "I can't believe you'd joke about that...you almost had me fooled, Lauren-Chan!" Again, she doesn't smile.

Without a word, she begins unwrapping the sunflower-yellow scarf.

I gasp and feel myself pale at the horrible cut on her neck. It was a thin but deep cut that went all the way across her throat. Yellowish pus oozed out a little around the edges. There were red marks around it, like she had burned it.

"L-Lauren..." I whisper, terrified at my friend's pain.

"I know," she says sheepishly. "You see, I'm here because I'm dead in Britain. I haven't the foggiest why I'm still breathing."

I hug her fiercely, tears dripping down my face and onto her shoulder.

Wh-why would she do this to herself?

Was this the reason why she tried so hard to stop me earlier?...

"It's okay, Issa-sama. We're going to kick the wurst-lover's rear-end to Mars and back in a matchbox!" Lauren says comfortingly.

Just then, England walk in. He stops short when he sees Lauren's uncovered neck, and he struggles to make a coherent sentence. "What the bloody- No, I'm not even- Lauren, your neck!"

France walks in, laughing, "What is all of this commotion? Onhonhon-" He, too, stops short at the gruesome sight.

Lauren scoffs and makes a rude gesture at both of them and turns to me again. "Thanks for listening," I smile, wiping away any stray tears. She grins and nods before tackling France again.

I can't even tell who was laughing: The glomper, or the glompee?

XD Funny funny! Review fooor...

hmmm...

How about Iceland? He's cute, right?

Iceland: I'M NOT CUTE! *angry but adorable face.*

Review please! Sorry I didn't bring back China and Jia Li, or introduce the new characters this chapter, but my grandmother gave me my own laptop! It doesn't have wi-fi, so I have to plug it in when I want to post something, but I get to type on my own computer without being interrupted, so updates can come slightly faster now! XD Yay~~~