Lucky D: Hey guys… So, I just thought I'd tell you that the next three chapters are going to be Lemons… Not counting this one. I am also very sorry for the sad fest that you are going to be getting in this chapter, but I had to do it. Anyway, I do not own Hetalia.

Warning: Young Readers Reading This, Be Cautious. This Story Can Get A Little Dirty and Contains Cuss Words. It Also Will Contain Lemons…

"Deep clouds

Paint over the okno

Extinguish the light"

Michelle whimpered into her pillow while ignoring the insistent knocking coming from her door. It had been three days since she had been in Hetalia, and she had been reading more about Hetalia mates. Apparently, when separated for two long, the country or the mate seeks out for the other. But Michelle couldn't feel Russia anywhere, of course.

"Michelle, stop listening to Winter, and get the fuck out of your room." Janae pounded on the door once again. The only reason why she wasn't like Michelle or Brie, who was currently in the living room singing I Am German Made, was because she threw out every Hetalia thing she owned, choosing to try to forget.

"Go away!" She burrowed into her pillow even more while still ignoring the insistent knocks. A crash came from the door indicating that Janae had broken into her room… Again.

"You can't keep acting like this, Michelle. I know it hurts, but please try. I'm sure Russia wouldn't want you acting like this." Janae lightly rubbed Michelle's arm with a sad smile on her face. She had recited the same sentence to Brie just 30 minutes ago.

"How do you know? You haven't seen Russia anymore than I have!" Michelle had sat up at Janae's sentence with a deep glare. She ignored the hurt look on her dark-skinned friend in favor of turning to the side.

"Justin's been looking for you, Michelle." The Asian girl stiffened at the sound of her ex's name. Justin was always looking for her ever since they broke up years ago. "At least get up so you can put him back in his place." Janae made a compelling argument.

"Fine, but right after, I'm coming back here." Janae simply smiled while both girls ignored Brienna's German words. Michelle looked up at the poster of Russia on her wall. She hoped the countries were coping more than they were.

Italy pulled his knees to his chest with a sob. The darkened room did nothing to highlight the adorable Italian's shaking figure. He seemed to be clutching three photos to his chest with a strong strength.

Italy looked down at the pictures with tears running down his cheeks. "First Grandpa Rome. Then Holy Rome, and finally Janae. How come everyone I love seems to disappear?" He sobbed again with new found vigor.

Romano stood at the door with a worried Spain holding him back from bursting in. The other Italian cursed the Spanish man in his head. His brother needed him now. Why was he holding him back?

"Italy needs to be alone right now, Romano. He's trying to seek Janae, but he can't find her. You need to leave him alone now. After this stage is the Fury stage. You don't want to see that."

Romano struggled once more before he seemed to admit defeat while the Spanish man kissed his cheek in gratitude. "I will leave him alone for now."

"That is great."

In Moscow, Russia, Belarus hugged her brother's arm with glee. Her brother had finally agreed to marry her, and today was the wedding day. It had been three months since Michelle, Janae, and Brienna left, and Belarus had been slightly sad that Michelle was gone until she asked Russia to marry her. He had simply nodded while staring out the window.

The Russian whom she was hugging was void of any emotion on his face. His usual cheery smile was gone which seemed to scare the countries more than his smile ever did. It was obvious that the Russian wasn't listening to a word his sister was saying.

"Da." Ukraine hid back her sob as she realized that was the only word Russia had said since Michelle had left. Russia needed Michelle right now or else his attitude was going to get worse.

Low shook her head as she sat down at the pew while minding her swollen stomach. The only reason why she was here was because she was going to object the wedding for Michelle. She had tried helping Italy and Germany for Janae and Brienna, but those two were completely ignoring her.

She looked down at her belly while tightening her hand on Sweden's bicep. She was sure the girls would have loved to find out she was pregnant. Sweden had ran around screaming 'I'm going to be a father' when he first found out. Looking back up at the emotionless Russian, she knew that she had to this.

Russia stared straight ahead with fury. Why did Michelle have to leave? It wasn't fair! Right when he had found his soul-mate, fate wants to take her away from him. He narrowed his eyes at the floor. His mind clouded again, and he went back to being the emotionless Russian he was before.

Germany punched the punching bag with full force. He hadn't been able to stop fighting ever since Brienna left. Last time he was around people, he had almost invaded Scotland when America stopped him.

He growled as the punching bag broke from the ceiling. That was the 20th punching bag this month. He stomped his way out of the basement, ignoring Prussia's calls, grabbed his coat, and left. He needed to buy more punching bags.

Prussia deflated as Germany left the house before turning to a room at the end of the hall. Inside was his truly beautiful mate working with England's extra magic shit. He leaned on the doorway, glad that the scented candles didn't mask what they had done in this very same room only a day ago.

"Are you sure you can bring them back?" Morgan stopped her work while turning to him with a smile. Ever since she got a letter from her future self saying that she needed to do this, she seemed to be working nonstop.

"They're coming back right now."

Meanwhile, Michelle looked down at her glowing stomach in surprise. She was glowing again just like she had three days ago. Looking back up at Janae and Brie, she noticed that they were glowing too.

"Michelle, we're glowing." Brie spoke up as she looked down at her body with wide eyes. Janae rolled her eyes at Brie's sentence though she seemed to be surprised as well.

"Shut up, Brie!" She smiled jokingly. "I'm trying to think of a new dress size."

"Did you just quote River Song?" Brienna pulled a face at Michelle's quote only to be glared at by Janae.

"Actually, she quoted Melody Pond. At that time, Melody hadn't gone by River at that moment. Get your Doctor Who facts straight." Brie rolled her eyes at Janae as Michelle smiled at her friends.

A bright light enveloped the three of them, and by the time Michelle's mom had come to check on them, they were gone.

Morgan smiled at the three girls who appeared before her. They didn't seem to have noticed their surroundings yet as they were too busy arguing with each other. Morgan coughed which made the three girls immediately stare at her in surprise. Michelle was the first one to speak.

"You must be Morgan. Not exactly what we were expecting in Prussia's soulmate."

"What did you expect?" Morgan was curious. After all, Prussia said the same thing, but when she asked about it, he never answered. This time Janae spoke up.

"Someone who looked less nicer than you do. You know, like a snob. No offense to Prussia or anything, but he's kind of cocky." The four girls looked at each other before they started laughing. After a few minutes, Morgan managed to bring everything to a serious note.

"I managed to get ya'll here in a bad time. You three should have been here two months ago, but-"

"Two months ago! You mean it's been three months since we left, but in our world, it was only three days." This came from Michelle who seemed to be on the verge of panicking.

"It appears that the time in the dimensions are separate. I'm sorry." Michelle nodded while looking at the floor making Morgan know this was her apology for her outburst. "We shouldn't be spending all this time talking. You need to go to Germany, Italy, and Russia. All three of them have been acting stupid ever since you three left."

"Crazy stupid or bordering on suicide stupid?" Janae asked. She seemed to be glancing at the door with concern for no doubt Italy.

"I don't know how far gone they are. Italy's back at his house, Germany's at a store, and Russia's getting married at 123 Gregory Church."

"Woah, wait! Russia's getting married… Let me guess. Belarus?" When Morgan nodded, Michelle quickly said her goodbyes and left. Brienna turned to look at Morgan.

"How bad is Germany acting?"

"It seems like he's going back to being a Nazi. He even tried to invade Scotland, no doubt because you're part Scottish." Brienna bit her lip before leaving. Janae stared at Morgan for a few seconds before she too left leaving Morgan to smile sadly.

"I hope you three smack some sense into those countries."

"If anyone can show just why this... Couple cannot be joined in marriage, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." Michelle smirked as she looked down at the dress she bought just minutes earlier. It was a knee high dress that had the Russian flag on it. She even had the matching underwear for it.

Putting her hands on the doors, she threw them open before Low could stand from her seat. "I object to this wedding because that man is mine!" Russia's head snapped towards her, and she smiled at the shock on his face. The church filled with countries immediately went silent. Except for Low screaming 'Michelle', but besides that...

"Wow, America as the preacher. Didn't know that was going to happen. You have really low standards for preachers, Belarus." Michelle was about to speak more as she walked down the aisle when a loud growl silenced the whole church.

Russia stomped down the aisle with black eyes as he stared intensely at the slightly scared Michelle. He grabbed her arm tightly, ignoring the calls of his name from his little sister as he dragged his mate out of the building before slamming his lips on hers.

Michelle whimpered under the force and the passion of the kiss making Russia pull her to him more. He broke it off with a grumble as he pushed her into the limo that was meant to be for the newlyweds when they were supposed to ride off into the sunset.

As Russia closed the door behind him, he pounced on Michelle who had been sitting still in shock next to him. Shoving his mouth on hers, he tugged harshly on her dress. "Sunflower, you are never leaving my sight after I'm through with you."

He finished his sentence with a growl of frustration as the limo stopped in front of the hotel him and Belarus were supposed to stay at. Pulling the whimpering Michelle out of the limo, he dragged her to the hotel doors which opened immediately at the sight of the two.

"I-Ivan, Я люблю тебя." Russia cursed as his pants constricted tightly at her words. Looking her over, he smirked at he finally was able to comprehend what he dress looked like. Pulling her to him, he gave her a nip at the lips, eliciting a gasp from his mate.

"Я тоже тебя люблю." He kissed her lips while pulling the both of them into the elevator. Shoving her against the wall, he pinned her there with his arms while his tongue explored his conquered territory. "Let's move this to my hotel room, da!"

Brienna gasped in horror as she saw Germany punch a terrified Scotland in the nose. When Morgan said that Germany went cray-cray, she didn't think that much of it. Now at the sight of the angry German hovering over Scotland, she was a little terrified too.

"Ludwig, stop!" The German froze before he turned to look at her with slight shock and something else. Something snapped in his mind which sent him charging to her. Brienna, having the sense to move away, became shocked when Germany captured her anyway.

"Angel… My Angel!" He roughly pulled her away from the store with a growl as Brienna sputtered behind him. "I missed you so much!" He turned to her as they came to his doorstep before he smashed their lips together not caring about the whimpers he got from Brienna.

Opening the door, he pulled her through before bending down to pick her up while never breaking the heated kiss. "Ich liebe dich." Brienna whimpered as Germany's mouth bit down on her lip.

"I-I love you too."

"You better because I'm never letting you enter my house with clothing again." Brienna's eyes widened before Germany threw her on his bed which she never noticed that they had entered his bedroom.

(This is where the tears will probably start coming!)

Italy shakily brought the gun to his head with a heavy sob. If he wasn't allowed to live with his loved ones then he would go to them. His finger touched the trigger lightly right when Janae pounced on him with a cry.

"You have so much to live for, Italy. You have friends and family who care about you. You even have me! Please don't do this. I don't care if you think its right, but I need you here with me." Italy stared shockingly at the crying Janae who held his face in her hands.

"I love you, Feliciano! I love you…" Italy blinked. Once then twice. His hands shakingly went to hers while he whispered his next words.

"Ti amo, my love." He kissed her for the first time with as much love as he could profess before pulling her to her feet with him.

"Let me have you as mine, my love." Janae's eyes widened before she smiled at the Italian with passion. She kissed him again, letting his tongue play with hers before she pulled back with a sigh.

"Of course, Italy."

Lucky D: Next chapter is my first Lemon. I would like you guys to tell me how I do, and if I should make more. Anyway, based off the poll, Michelle will be first then Brienna and Janae. Bye!