(This happens twenty years later and Ukraine and Hungary have been together since the events in the last chapter. In this chapter there is a world meeting which is being held in England. )


Ukraine stretched her arms, feeling her muscles stiffen down her body and she woke to that all too familiar sound of Beep BEEP Beep BEEP that was their alarm clock. She heard Hungary groan next to her. They were in a hotel room in England. There was a national conference and Arthur was doing his best to make things run smoothly. Alfred wasn't helping. He kept dancing around him suggesting things which were practically impossible and just generally getting in Arthur's hair. The older nation kept trying to get rid of him but like a spring he kept bouncing back even harder. Ukraine giggled remembering Arthur's unique and priceless facial expressions and shoved Hungary out of the bed to force her to get up. She felt her back stiffen as she stood. Her tight fitting pyjamas didn't help. She took them off before walking over to her dresser. As she dressed she looked over her shoulder. Hungary was sitting on the edge of her bed trying to pull socks on backwards. She shook her head and ran a hand through the mess that was her hair. She knelt in front of Hungary and removed her socks, before replacing them probably. She heard a mumbled "Thanks," and pulled her partner to her feet. They finished getting dressed in silence. Ukraine stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and dragged a comb through her hair. Her blond hair was getting too long, she thought, it needed to be cut soon. She fixed the black hairband in her hair as the finishing touch and walked back into the bedroom. Hungary had already done her hair, it always looked nice Ukraine thought with a twinge of jealousy as she imagined what her own hair must look like in comparison. Shaking it off she wrapped her arms around her lover's waist and pressed a kiss into the back of her head. "Ready?" she asked. Hungary smiled at her. They were both looking forward to the hilarity that was England and America which would undoubtedly ensue in this meeting. "Yeah," Hungary nodded and attached her frying pan to her belt as a precaution. Her soft smile made Ukraine's heart lift and her mood rise. Her good mood wouldn't last long.

The room was silent. Russia and America were standing up, the atmosphere heavy. Arthur sat at Alfred's arm. His expression wasn't funny now; Ukraine couldn't remember why she had ever laughed at those eyebrows now they were enhancing the worry on his face. He looked horrified, betrayed and frightened. "No, Alfred. No. You don't mean that," he whispered. They could all see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Hungary slipped her hand into Ukraine's. She could feel the sweat forming on her palms and the slight tremors as they watched the scene unravel. Alfred turned to him and kissed his lover gently on the lips, those blue eyes had never looked so gentle. "I don't want this either," he mumbled before raising his voice and turning to Ukraine's brother. "Really, I don't." Russia nodded. His face looked empty but his fists were clenched in what Ukraine knew was a sign of anger. Yao pulled on the scarf he wore trying to make him sit down but Ivan didn't move. Italy was crying and tugging on Germany's arm saying he didn't understand. The broad shouldered military man was uncharacteristically affectionate in that moment; he stroked Feliciano's hair and wrapped his arms around the innocent Italian. Ukraine sighed as her muscles ached with the new found weight she found on her body. "Strange" she murmured softly, as she submersed herself in her imagination and thoughts. She hadn't realised that the silence was so absolute that her voice would be heard by everyone. They were all looking at her. "What's strange?" Finland asked in a whisper as he clung onto the large Swedish man's shoulder. His eyes were so incredibly intense that as they watched hers she had to look away. Ukraine shook her head. She did not wish to voice her thoughts. She could tell that they weren't going to let it go when they all just continued to stare at her. She tried to desperately think of a lie to force them to leave her alone. She couldn't think of anything. She squirmed under their gaze and muttered just loud enough for everyone to hear "I was just thinking that this would be the…" she hesitated. "Well it's just that I thought that it would be strange that the next time we are all sort of, well gathered together like this," she paused not wanting to say it. Hungary gave her hand an encouraging squeeze trying to encourage her to talk. She knew that Hungary wouldn't want her to voice her mind if she knew what she was thinking. Ukraine drew a deep breath "well one or more of us might be... Well, gone." she whispered finally. She couldn't bring herself to say 'dead' even though she could tell that they all knew that was what she had meant. She heard the small gasp that Hungary allowed escape from her mouth before forcing her lips closed with her hand. Ukraine felt as if she could cut the silence with a knife as she watched the various couples around the room cling to each other.

She watched Arthur the most, as many of the other nations did. They all knew. Out of them all he would be the one to die. He would be Belgium this time round- the battlefield for larger nations and unlike Belgium there would be no chance of survival. It seemed to Ukraine that the world moved in slow motion as she watched Alfred sink into his chair and cradle his lover in his arms. She couldn't bare it as she watched tears form in his sky blue eye and drag themselves down his cheeks. He was whispering words into England's ear that none of the other nations could make out as they gently rocked backward and forwards. China had finally managed to convince Russia to sit down also. He showed no emotion as he placed an arm around China, still remaining otherwise unresponsive and cold.

Ukraine watched in dismay as the results of her words formed around her. Hungary cried openly into her shoulder, Ukraine could feel her quivering form and clutched her desperately. There were no tears forming in her eyes but she felt choked and she held as tightly as possible to her lover. She knew she should have whispered comforting words to her, but she couldn't help but watch the outcome of her muttered words. Italy was bawling and quivering in Germany's arms. His eyes were closed and his strong muscles were entangled protectively around the sweetest little Italian. Austria remained composed and sat bolt straight, his hand in Prussia's neither of them looking at each other. He was ever the aristocrat trying desperately to never show emotion. The Nordics grouped together, Sealand on Sweden's lap grasping his shirt with tiny hands. Finland had his arms wrapped around Sealand as he laid his head on Sweden's chest. Even Denmark didn't have a stupid smile on his face. Much to Norway's obvious discomfort he was trapped in the Dane's crushing embrace with loud fevered promises that no harm would befall his 'little Norge.'The Nordics were really like a proper family Ukraine thought. She felt feeling of longing twist in her chest. Perhaps one day she and Hungary could find a small little nation like Sealand to look after. It would have to be once all of this mess was going to be over. Yes, she would have to get through this all because now she had a dream. She couldn't remember when she had ever had such a nice dream before.

Her eyes swung to Japan. He was silent. There were no emotions were on his face. He was lost in memories and understanding of the pain that was about to ensue. Ukraine knew that this was not the nation's wishes; it was their bosses who were going to hurt them, when they were meant to protect them. They were going to tear them apart when they were meant to be holding them together. Ukraine couldn't bear it. Why did they have to tear nations apart, when there were so many feelings of humanity?

She knew too well that America and Russia hated each other, but she also knew that Ivan and Alfred would never wish for this, Ivan especially. She knew he was a sadistic twisted freak, who took pleasure in hitting people with his pipe, and scaring the smaller nations witless. But Ukraine also knew that he just wanted a family. He wanted them all to be one and evil as that may sound Ukraine knew that it was just because he never wanted to be alone again. He wanted to live in a warm place with loads of people around him. Everyone could understand that. After all, she thought, who would want to be left all alone with General Winter? Ukraine could not think of any reason why the bosses of America had turned so cold, or what had driven them to find secure grounds to start a war against Russia (and other such countries that would side with him), especially now. She knew she had a big job to do, but it would be easier for her than Hungary. Hungary had to choose who to fight with, there would be no neutral countries anymore, but Ukraine knew she would have to stand by her brother with Belarus and protect their people until they had no amount of strength left in their limbs.


Please review ^^ All feedback is welcome. I also apologise for the way this is slightly too melodramatic. I promise it will get better. (I hope.)