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I won't be able to update EOLS or this after today for a week, though, because mom grounded me.

Enjoy!

I don't own Hetalia. If I did, there would be a lot more hetero genderbendings.

(Prussia's pov)

"Hey bruder, are you sure this doesn't look weird on me?" I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a woman's version of Germany's uniform. Ludwig had it especially tailored for the awesome me~! Because even though he can be a stick in the mud, he's a pretty awesome little bruder sometimes!

I walked over to him, and he blushed. "No, it looks.. um..."

"YOU LOOK SO PRETTY, GIL!" I was glomped from behind by Felicia. I didn't fall though, because during the second world war, I learned how to- you know what? It's complicated. Let's just say Me, Germany, and Japan all know how to survive her hugs.

"Thanks, Feli!" I hugged her back, and Germany looked a bit sad. So I whispered into Feli's ear, "Hey, how about we make him participate in a group hug?" She nodded excitedly. "The keyword is Pasta, Feli!"

She smiled, and ran off.

I stood in front of him. He still blushed while he looked at me. "So um.. how do you feel about what you're doing later today, Gil?"

"..." I looked down at my shoes. "It means we'll be together, one Germany, two representations..."

He patted my head comfortingly, and looked away. "You'll do fine, schwester." He gave me a small smile. "After all, we are German made."

"And do you know what else?" I said as I still stared at my shoes.

"What?"

"PASTA!" I exclaimed, hugging him from the left. Then Feli came out of nowhere and hugged his right side, and shouted "PASTA~~! VE!"

The other patrons gave us odd looks and ignored us. But I didn't really care, because this is happiness. A blushing bruder, a happy soon-to-be-well-eventually-definitely-someday sister, and a family that isn't broken any more.

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I sat in my place in the room, right next to my bruder. Where I belonged. I looked across the table. There were Lithuania and Poland, with Poland causing most of the conversation, and Lithuania nodding happily. I wonder about them... But that's for later. Estonia was showing Latvia how his computer worked, and she seemed interested enough. Another possible couple? Hungary was talking to Ukraine and Belarus, who both looked very sad. Most likely trying to cheer them up... I wouldn't get a chance to talk to her today, though.

But Russia was sitting in his corner, with an almost defeated look on his face. He scanned those who were once under his command with almost a fond sadness. It almost made me a little sad for him..

PFFFT. I DIDN'T MEAN THAT. I'M HAPPY THAT HE'S SAD~!

HE CAN ROT IN THAT COLD HELL OF HIS.

The bosses were just getting all of the paperwork done, and every nation signed it in turn. Russia was the final one to sign it."I have signed it." No shit, Sherlock. He looked over from us to our boss. "Can I please go now, da?"

He shook his head. "No, they would like to have a word with you. In private." All of the bosses stared blankly at the German boss. "As nations." They filed out. He smiled at us, and then went out as well.

I looked at him, and he looked back at me. Crimson and purple seemed to be in an everlasting battle until Ludwig 'ahemed', and I woke up from the trance.

Russia decided to speak up after this. "I will not apologize for anything I may have done when you were in my house, da?.." He scanned those who were, looking at each individual person in the eyes. "Because I had every right to do whatever I so wanted." His eyes rested on me once again. "I will leave you with the fact that my house is now empty, and I blame you, East and West Germany. " I scoffed, and Germany looked taken aback. "Da. Please know as I do, that in the near future, all will become one with Russia."

I started laughing. And I saw him focus straight on me again through the corner of my eyes. "Is something wrong, Gillian?"

I cringed at my name, but stared at him square in the eye. "Yeah. I'm sick and fucking tired of you. You lost! Deal with it!" I gestured to the other household members. "They're free, I'm free! We can live however the hell we want!" Then I grinned, crossed my arms, and stared back at him.

It was his move, now.

He started radiating bad waves. But he wouldn't do anything, not with as much power we now held. "I am glad you think that, East Germany, because I do not really care, da."

I examined at my fingers. "Ja? If you didn't think that, you wouldn't respond, would you? "

His brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything.

I smirked. "Furthermore, you have something I want."

The entire room was surprised by this. Including Russia, who made the cutest face-

NO HE DIDN'T! IT WAS UGLY LIKE HE IS! I DIDN'T JUST THINK THAT.

"I want my cross."

Bruder stared at me.

He would call this arrogance.

"Now."

But I call it awesome.

Russia stared for a while longer. Then he started chuckling. "Da, East Germany, you have the oddest choice of jewelry." He reached into his pocket, and pulled out my cross. It was in good condition, shiny and black. I gazed at it longingly. "I thought I may keep it as a token of all the fun times we had..."

Wait.

WHAT?

The other rooms recipients said nothing, seeing as this battle didn't involve them. Hungary took out a recorder, pointing it at a range that had a full view of the room.

I wasn't going to take that! I'M FUCKING AWESOME!

So before I knew it, I lunged over the table, almost reaching Russia. That bastard.. he was smiling at me.. expecting this reaction! He was going to deserve this! It was going to feel awesome.. I was nearly there, too! But then I was struggling in Germany's grasp, and he was barely holding me back. "YOU ARROGENT LITTLE FUCKER! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU THINK, LET ALONE SAY, SOMETHING LIKE THAT! I'LL FUCK YOU UP!" I started struggling harder. "GERMANY, LET GO!"

"PRUSSIA! CALM DOWN!" I stopped, out of energy. Then I looked up at my bruder. He only called me by my nation name if he meant business. His face was red with rage, and he was string at Russia. "Give her the god-damned cross."

Whoa! Was Luddy cussing? My little bruder's changed! I'm not quite sure if it was awesome, though.. Well I don't mind, because that was the original cross Fritz gave me! Nothing could replace it.. because I gave both my extras away..

Russia giggled. "So East is too weak to even defend herself?" He held the cross in front of him, spinning it, taunting me again... but I didn't step forward, because this time, I had to hold Luddy back. "Nie sagte ich Sie würde geben nicht die verdammt Kreuzrückseite! Ich hielt sie zurück, damit ich Sie herauf mich bumsen konnte!" (Never did I say you would not give the cross back! I held her back so that I could fuck you up myself!)He yelled at Russia, who didn't comprehend the insult, while clenching his fists. "FÜR MEINE SCHWESTER!" (for my sister!)

I wonder if it looked like we were having some kinda internal battle..

I was nearly as strong as him, and a lot faster. Russia better be lucky, because I caught his fist before it hit Russia in his giant Russian nose. He backed up in his chair as far as it would go, dropping the cross on the table in the progress.

That fucking wimp.

My brother crouched on the table, holding his stomach. Stress wasn't good for him.. I sat next to him, rubbing circles on his back to sooth him. He opened one eye and smiled at me, still grimacing. Then he picked up my cross, and put it in my upturned palm. I teared up a little, and hugged him.

Germany is only good as a whole, united. As long as we're on the same wavelength, me and bruder will do fine!

Russia clapped, breaking us out of our trance. "Если то, то как вы поистине чувствуете, Gillian самый дорогой." (If that is how you truly feel, Gillian dearest.) He stood, bowed to me, flashed one more smile across the room, and left.

I turned my full attention back to my bruder, whispering to him comfortingly in German. "Bruder, sind Sie okay? Sie sind fein… Welche Schmerz Sie?" (Brother, are you ok? You will be fine... What pains you?)

He told me why softly, in German. "Gut war es Feli. sie ließ mich zu viele Teigwaren essen…" (Well, it was Feli.. she made me eat too much pasta...) He smiled a little.

I started laughing and fell over, straight on the table. Luddy started laughing huskily to himself as well.

Lithuania put a hand on my shoulder, and I found I was right in front of her. "A-are you two all right?" She looked really concerned, and I saw the rest of the room did too. Except Hungary, who knew what we were saying.

So I sat up, put the cross around my neck, and gave the nations a good look-see.

God, I was doing that a lot, wasn't I?

"I've never felt better."

And I hadn't.

I was officially free from Russia!

AWESOME!

I would like you all to know that I was high on sugar when I wrote this chapter. Also, Nihonloid is right! Salt on watermelon makes it sweeter!

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I was listening to this during the entire chapter! IT'S FREAKING AWEOSME. Netherlands, I must write you someday!

By 1989, the Soviet alliance system was on the brink of collapse, and, deprived of Soviet military support, the Communist leaders of the Warsaw pact states were losing power. In the USSR itself, glasnost weakened the bonds that held the Soviet Union together and by February 1990, with the dissolution of the USSR looming, the Communist party was forced to surrender its 73-year-old monopoly on state power.

I couldn't finad an eaisier was to explain it..

Russia, I kinda feel a bit bad for you.. I've been watching all of these sad MADs about him, and I almost cried after a few.. -hugs Russia- I'm sorry! I'll try to make you a good guy! -tears up-

Russia: -pats my head- Da? And will I get the girl?

Me: Well, of-

China: -hits me with wok- AIYAH! STOP SAYING SPOILERS! I HAD TO COME ALL THE WAS OVER FROM EOLS FOR THIS? -storms off-

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