Disclaimer: Holy crap, guys! We are officially on Chapter Twenty ! And in celebration of this splendid event, lets party! ...What do you mean, I don't own Hetalia yet?! I've got twenty frigging chapters! I own the world!

Nah I don't, I'm a loser.

Shut up self, no one likes you!

*sob* I know... ([O])

Chapter Twenty: Intersecting Roads

It had been a week since he had gotten the call from a... sick Italy, he had presumed. Now he stood outside of Germany's house carrying his small suitcase and his briefcase, walking up to the front steps before stopping.

The man sighed to himself before adjusting his tie and stepped onto the first step.

A week ago, England had gotten a call from Sealand, who had sounded distraught and afraid, calling out for his help. Assuming that she had watched a movie, gotten scared and called her big brother (for whatever hair-brained reason she had), he had gotten into his car and driven to the Baltic's house where he knew she was staying. What he saw there though convinced him that she was serious.

He had pulled up to the trio's home wearing an impatient scowl; England had been intent on keeping the twin Northern Americans and the Frenchwoman from completely destroying his house and all of his country as a whole, but was interrupted by whatever nonsense Sealand was about to wrap him up into.

Stepping out of his automobile, his frown darkened at the torrent of rain that pounded atop his head. For a second his anger was turned towards the rolling dark clouds in the sky.

England stomped to the front door in a childish fit of retaliation at his recent spur of bad luck- an act which he stopped once the mahogany door flew open revealing his younger now-sister.

Although, England wished that he had simply imagined what she looked like when she stood in front of him.

He took in her disheveled appearance, the jagged rip across her dress that revealed her lower thighs. But the thing that stuck out most to him was the look of fear that had been spread across her face as she ran out the door.

Her reddened eyes widened at the sight of the person in front of him. She stopped all of her movement and at this moment seemed to shrink before his eyes, back to the small sea fort he had built up with such care.

"E-England," she choked on the tears that ran down her face, despite the large smile that was now spread across her face, "you came."

It was only when he had stepped closer to the younger girl that he realized how hazy her eyes looked. A look of confusion set across her face and she asked him in a slightly slurred voice, "Wha... wha' am I doin' he- here? An'... why 'm I cryin'?" She touched her face, which was slowly turning pinker to match her tear-stained eyes.

Suddenly, a look of shock crossed Sealand's face, as if she had just remembered a horrifying memory. It reminded England of when she had laid in his house, fever coursing through her body as her whole nation was set on fire. That look of agony... Was all too painful to see cross her face again.

"Sealand, you should bloody well know what the hell you're doing here! You called ME to come and get you, not the other way around! I remember you had been so close to the youngest Baltic, Latvia was it?" At the other nation's name, Sealand looked up at her older brother's stoic face, a look of panic setting into her eyes. Her breathing became quicker and more ragged at this, and England's big-ass eyebrows began to blur together, "Yes, you too looked to be getting along swell, but it seems there must have been an argument of some kin- SEALAND!"

Through his incessant babbling, he hadn't seen the young blonde begin to sway, until her feet gave way and she crumpled to the ground.

England had reacted with his polished reflexes that he had gotten during his younger days, by scooping the young girl into his arms before she could hit the hard wooden porch that they were standing on.

First England checked to make sure that she was still breathing, then made sure she hadn't fainted, which she hadn't. Her steady breathing and pulse told him that she had just fallen asleep from stress and exhaustion. At this new information, he jumped of the deck carefully and set her in the backseats of his car, which were just long enough for her to lay down in.

After seeing Sealand fall down like that, he didn't want to spend one more minute near the house. But only because he was worried that he would have to deal with those Baltics if they decided to come outside. Not because he was worried about his baby sister, who was essentially his daughter in a sense. Of course not.

Looking back at the sleeping child, England found himself turning red in the face, "I-it's not like I actually CARE about your safety, I'm just taking you so that you wouldn't keep on bothering me!" even though he knew that Sealand couldn't hear him. If she could, though, even she would be able to hear how fake it sounded.

Turning back to the front, England took one last look at the Baltic Trio's house before driving down their road.

Now, Sealand laid in her room, the lights turned off and all of the windows covered by curtain. She would simply stare at the wall all day, a blank look in her eyes. It was almost as if part of her had broken.

England knocked on her door and waited in the hall until he heard was sounded like a welcoming grunt, which signaled him to enter whilst balancing a tray of food on his arm.

He set it on her lap so that she could eat and, with a sigh, turned and began to walk away.

Before he could walk out the door, though, he heard a weak sound coming from behind him.

"England..." Sealand whispered in her unused voice, "thank you." The man in question turned around and gave the girl a small smile before exiting the room.

One week had passed since their notorious 'Girl's night out', and Russia's budding idea of staying as a girl only grew.

It was as if, finally, she belonged. Being a woman finally gave her the friends that she had been looking for since childhood.

Russia smiled at her two siblings and at the small Germanic nation in front of her and came to the realization that this is what friendship truly felt like.

A short man stood outside the large estate otherwise known as England's house, a week after he had gotten a call from... Someone named Candida, or something of the sort. Not only did the mystery caller give him a bad feeling but the house itself was reminiscent of something from a movie; tall and foreboding.

God, that England loves his Harry Potter.

The older man let out a hearty laugh, a smile spreading across a young face that didn't quite match his age before he readjusted his bag full of an assortment of snacks for the current residents of the Englishman's home (and of course, a few of his clothes as well!)

Once he had finished this, he began his trek up England's 1,000 feet long driveway.

One week ago, Germany had locked herself in her bedroom, only coming out to use the restroom next to it. Everyday, Romano would bring her a slice of sausage pizza, a sauerkraut-stuffed tomato or any other type of Italian food with added ingredients to fit the German girl's taste.

And today was no different.

Well, except for the fact that-

"Get away from me, Romano!" Germany shouted, running from the Italian man, who as of now was chasing her around her room with the world's most threatening object in his hands.

"You're going to have to brush your hair sometime, Germany!" Romano yelled back, "and if you don't, then I will!" In retaliation, Germany threw a pillow at his face and jumped to the other side of the bed.

With lightning-quick agility, Romano chucked the pillow to the ground and flipped to the other side. The blond groaned in defeat, realizing that she was cornered.

'Why can't Italians do these sorts of things during war?' She asked herself. Just as she was about to surrender to the smirking Southern Italian, she saw the door, which was slightly agape. If she could get past Romano, she would be able to escape the extreme torture that came with both long hair and brushes.

"It's good you decided to give in," Romano began, "it isn't good for a bella woman to have wild hai-mmph!" His words were interrupted as a large pillow in the shape of a baby chick (god, Prussia and his weird... everything) was thrown at his face, Germany using the time where the brunet was flailing around madly to make a hasty dash through the door and to freedom!

Or, of course, to run straight into another Italian, who had just gotten out of the shower, as evidenced by the towel wrapped around his bare waist. Also shown by the fact that when she ran into him, he slipped on the floor, sending the two tumbling down the flight of stairs that had been right next to them the whole time. Not a very logical place to run into someone.

The two hit the bottom in a jumbled pile of wet leg, tangled hair and red faces. They could hear the sound of pounding footsteps coming from Germany's room, stopping at the edge of the steps.

"Wha...," Romano started, "what the FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Another set of feet raced to where Romano was standing, revealing an albino who soon became cherry-red at the extremely suggestive position his little sister and Italy were in.

Romano and Prussia turned to look at each other, then turned back to face the two at the bottom of the stairs.

Then, both were racing down the steps at top speed.

Fury blazed in the Prussian's eyes as he sped towards the Northern Italian with pure rage. He reached the bottom first, but was stopped by Romano, who dived on top of him.

Japan moved to open the door with his personal key; he remembered both Italy and Germany lecturing him about it. They had told him that it would be rude of him to knock, considering how close they were as allies. Needless to say, Italy strongly abused this ability.

He stopped, though, as he heard a loud thud and many voices screaming at each other through the closed door.

"ACK- Don't touch that, you bast-"

"I'll touch you wherever the fuck the awesome me WANTS TO touch you!"

Was this what he thought it was? Were they... Did they... More thumps, then another voice joined into the mix.

"Stop it! I'm indecent!"

"Don't put that in front of her face, asshole! She's just-"

"Can you get off me please?"

"Fucking PERVE-" All sound stopped when the Japanese man had finally had enough and slammed open the door. Both sides stared at each other for a minute before a flushed Japan slammed the door shut again, turning towards the driveway once again.

"It was exactly what I thought it was."

When China entered the house, it was like a ghost town; the entry room was empty and cold. The older man clutched his suitcase filled to the brim with free food and eased his way through the house.

England had always given him the creeps; he seemed to have an aura of a boy with his head so high in the clouds that he couldn't smell his disgusting scones burning. And that was exactly what the Chinese man had encountered upon (cautiously) entering the kitchen.

There, a blonde woman scolded the British man for his burnt 'masterpiece', as he so lovingly called it. She hit him upside the head with a whisk before rinsing the appliance off and beginning to stir a mix from the bowl.

China watched her intently from his spot in the entryway. Surprisingly enough, no one seemed to have noticed his arrival, England because he was clutching his tender head and the woman being wrapped up in her cooking.

Speaking of which... Over the many long years of his existance, China had learned that miniscule details were always the most important to take notice of; such as the way she held her whisk, her stirring speed, the gracefullness she seemed to be naturally blessed with as she danced around the kitchenette. It seemed incredibly skilled... Possibly too skilled for a woman who looked as young as this one did.

And her presence exuded both confidence and a romanticized wisdom, which was wise far beyond her years.

All of this was very mysterious... And China was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"ATTACK!" Suddenly, the Chinese man was covered in a now-constant flow of water, which was currently spraying out of the water-guns held in a pair of twins hands.

As soon as he turned around to get a good look at the perpetrator, though, they were gone; the duo had seemingly disappeared.

'It must have been America and that other nation right above him... Canada, I think,' the brunet pondered, 'but, then why did one set of their laughter sound so... Feminine?'

Canada and America high-fived each other. It seemed that with cleaning came discovery, as while the two had been tidying up their shared room, they had found two trap doors that led through the ceiling of England's entryway (for whatever reason.)

Then, the mischievous duo came up with their plan, Canada having smuggled in an assortment of pranking objects. The stuffy old Englishman was none the wiser. But it wasn't Canada's fault that he was a major mastermind behind some of the world's greatest pranks.

After all, it was hard not to go slightly insane while being around America so much.

A/N: ...And I think I'll end it there! OH MY GOD, this chapter is the BANE OF MY EXISTANCE!

You all don't even know how long this took me to write. Think about this: When I started this chapter, I was 5 chapters ahead of my publishing dates. And now I have caught up to my publishing dates.

(O.o)

You all better like this chappy, cause it nearly killed me! So... Many... POVs, just... *explodes*

So, you all got to see who came to join the party! YAY ASIANS! I have been waiting for this moment for so long! Now you get to see what happens!

What was Japan right about? You guys think you know the answer, but do you really? Who knows? Only me, of course!

China is suspicious! What will happen from here? And when will England learn that the only way to keep French perverts out is to LOCK YOUR DOORS! Because unlike Germany, England was not kind enough (or pressured enough) to give his allies a key to his house!

Ah, just like old times, eh? All my long-time followers get it! And my new-time ones do too... So... Yeah...

Reviews are great cutaways from my most embarrassing moments! Oh, and also, they cut to Japan's most ADORABLE moments! Which is essentially EVERYTHING!

M'kay, all done. Watch A Beautiful World please, I am so in love with it!