Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: Well today I had some time to review another chapter so here I am, reviewing another chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter and if you have any comments, questions, ideas, things you'd like to see, don't be afraid to comment! ENJOY!

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When the mass was over, Gregory and you quickly stood to your feet, only to be stopped by a large bosom woman who grabbed hold of the little boy beside you. Your brother let out a terrified yelp and you simply chuckled, looking up and giving Ivan a smile while he looked at you nervously and Natasha glared at you through dark blue eyes. "Cute little хлопчик! Yes you are! –"

"This is Gregory, my little brother, and he's personally visiting me for a little while," you told Katyusha, but also told Ivan and Natasha since they were by you. Mainly it was Ivan standing by you and Natasha clinging to her brother's arm while she glared at you, but you pretended to not notice as Gregory tried to push himself away until the older woman put him down. "Gregory," you said, pulling the boy next to your thigh while he tried to reorient himself, "these are Ivan's two sisters, Katyusha Braginskaya and Natasha Arlovskaya."

"Oh," he shook his head, a nervous smile on his face while he tried to be friendly, "h-ello." Gregory paused, looking up at you before continuing, "Which countries are they?"

"Ukraine and Belarus, of course," you smirked, deciding his questions were irrelevant and turned to face Ivan. "So where are we going today? –"

"Ve wanted to ask the boy vere he vould like to go," Ivan explained, your eyebrow rising before you gave him a nod.

"Okay Greg, where to –"

"Is there anything Chinese around here?" he asked, your eyes looking down at him confused.

"Chinese?" You snorted, "Why Chinese –"

"Cháng Lei always takes me out to Chinese once a month at her family's fast food place and I take her out for some homemade Russian food at my house," he beamed happily.

"Chang Lei, who –"

"Lei Cháng, but prefers Cháng Lei since her family recently moved from China and visits from time to time," he continued to smile, a confused look on your face while Gregory sighed and scratched the back of his head. "She… is just someone I know from school, okay? She taught me some Mandarin and Japanese and I taught her some Russian –"

"Well whatever," you snorted, rustling up his hair and looking over at Katyusha with a smile. "I know some places around here, but I don't know if you guys would like to go to a Chinese restaurant –"

"Oh we would love to!" Katyusha giggled happily and grabbed Gregory's hand roughly, pulling him down the aisle as he yelled and called out for his big sister.

You looked to Ivan and smiled, the man smiling back until he felt Natasha gripping him tighter and hissing at you. "Д-да, vet's go before старшая сестра does something horrid to zi little Gregory."

"Yeah let's go," you nodded in agreement, the three of you walking down the aisle and leaving out the back door, your eyes searching for Gregory as you walked down the steps outside.

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After ordering and finding a table the five of you sat down: Ivan sitting on one side with his sisters on either side of him and Gregory and you on the other side of the table with an extra chair by your side. The five of you talked about many things, mainly Katyusha asking Gregory questions while Natasha continued to glare at you and strangely play around with her butter knife while grinning at you suggestively. You simply smiled, a sly smile to counteract her creepy actions. Sadly Ivan was stuck in the middle, a soft whine escaping his lips every once in a while as Natasha commented that you're making her brother upset. "For the love of God Natasha, I'm not trying to steal your brother –"

"Yes you are~" she hissed at you, staring daggers at you while she pulled tighter on her brother's arm. Ivan let out a whine of distress and Katyusha noticed, Gregory looking at you confused until Katyusha giggled and gently pried her sister and brother from each other.

"Oh! So who's this Cháng Lei you've been talking about?" you asked, a smirk on your face while you slurped up a noodle.

"L-lei?" Gregory looked over at you with a glare before shrugging. "Just a friend –"

"Awww~ do you like her?" you chuckled lightly.

Your brother's mouth practically dropped at your comment while his face became as red as a chili pepper on his plate. "I, uh, NO! –"

"Hah! You do and you know~ it," you snickered. "What do you like about her?"

"… She's pretty and smart," Gregory looked down to his hands and fumbled around with a napkin, "a-and… I can talk to her about stuff."

"Stuff? –"

"The family stuff," he paused, noticing your irritated gaze down on him before continuing with a sigh. "W-ell we met when our family visited their family and… well… we sort of got around to talking –"

"Gregory~~ –"

"Eh she's my only true friend sis! Please don't start something bad –"

"Nah I was just thinking about something," you commented, glancing over at Ivan who seemed to be the only one who wasn't confused, "because I have my own friends so I shouldn't criticize your own."

"Oh thank god," your brother let out a relieved sigh, beginning to stuff his face again while he tried to speak with food in his mouth.

"… Have you had problems in school –"

"N-no, it's just that I haven't had any friends and she's one of my only ones," he told you, looking at you with a slight smile and you groaned in disgust as a noodle stuck out of his mouth. "Oh, sorry," Gregory giggled and slurped up the noodle. "Anyways don't you know Claudia and Mario –"

"Mario is not my friend," you snarled in disgust.

"Whatever," Gregory waved off your comment, "you know them right? –"

"And Sebastian," you smirked.

Gregory looked at you confused, cocking his head to the side at your words. "Sebastian…"

"… Fleischer? Sebastian Fleischer, Gregory. You've met him before, haven't you? –"

"Oh him!... You are?" he stared at you questionably.

"Yes," you chuckled happily, "we were in the army together. Was a hard ass, but we got to talking and saw eye to eye on some things."

"Ah!" he smiled, "I didn't know that –"

"Well if you get along with this girl by the time you graduate you can speak with her family more often, right?" you winked, a pout forming on your brother's face as well as a snarl.

"Oh fine," he grumbled. "We'll see about that."

A grin lay on your face as you finished your meal, noticing that Katyusha was whispering into Ivan's ear and he shrugged in reply. You raised an eyebrow at this, Katyusha noticing your gaze and quickly turning back to talk with Gregory and you. Gregory was the first one done even though he had the most on his plate, a sigh escaping your lips when you sat back after finishing your last bite. "Ugh, you were right. This food is sort of good."

"Different from home, huh –"

"Hey I never said I hated any sort of Asian food. Just not used to it," you shrugged.

Gregory looked around curiously, noticing a man with short black hair singing on a karaoke machine that was connected to the internet. "Hey -insert-your-name-, do you know who that is –"

"Honda Kiku or in other words Japan," you told him, Gregory nodding while he stood up and walked over to the corner of the building. You watched him with confused eyes, staring at him intently while he spoke to the country in perfect Japanese and seemed to be talking to Kiku in an enthusiastic way.

Ivan noticed the intrigued look on your face as you heard your brother laugh from across the room, sighing again while you turned to the others and gave them a slight smile. "Has your brother met America yet –"

"Nope," you told Katyusha with a smirk. "Alfred keeps leaving while we're coming. He was still sleeping this morning when we got ready to leave and he'll probably be gone by the time we get back." You decided to shrug, sipping on your drink before looking over at Ivan and then back at Katyusha. "You know, I feel bad because every week I'm intruding on your family time –"

"No! It's been a lot of fun!" Katyusha giggled happily, looking deep into your eyes while she gently placed a hand atop your own. "You're not intruding on anything, I promise you that."

You pouted, glancing at Natasha before sitting back and causing Katyusha to let go of your hand. "I have my doubts, you know –"

"You know what? We should invite you over for dinner!" Katyusha exclaimed, Natasha staring at her in shock while Ivan smiled at the idea.

"That's a great idea старш –"

"No that's not!" Natasha yelled and slammed her hands on the table, staring at her older sister in slight fright while Ivan flinched backward to avoid her wrath. "That's a horrible idea старшая сестра! W-why should we invite this brother stealer and slut to our house –"

"Hey I'm not a slut!" you snarled, glaring at Natasha while she whipped her head around and glared back. You didn't flinch, snorting and crossing your arms over your chest. "I don't even see what your problem is Natasha. You never want to listen, do you –"

In an instant a large butcher knife was drawn and aimed at your neck, Natasha snarling and glaring while you simply stared deep into her dark blue eyes. "Stay away from my большой брат -insert-your-name-, or else I'll slit your throat –"

"Go right ahead," you huffed, your eyes quickly becoming cold and stale, causing Natasha to flinch at your hidden anger, "I don't even care."

"Natasha –" Ivan paused, noticing that you had put up your hand to quiet him.

Natasha gazed into your eyes and noticed how dead they were, not caring if you died or not. Then she let out a sigh, sitting back in her seat and putting her knife on the table with a snort. "You're no fun –"

"Gregory put that gun down," you said casually behind you, the three siblings' eyes widening and noticing that the boy had been behind your back the entire time, breathing heavily while he held the gun at Natasha and had his finger on the trigger. "… Now –"

"Да, старшая сестра," Gregory continued to glare at Natasha as he sat down in his seat, but keeping the gun loaded in his hand in case the Belarusian woman did something else, "but if you dare~ try to harm my sister I'll personally kill you with a bullet through your head."

"You little br –"

"Gregory~, I love that you want to keep me safe, but if you get blood on your own hands I'm going to be disappointed in you," you said in a very calm, innocent way, but enough to send a shiver down someone's spine if they were overhearing you. "Unload your gun, hand it over, and let's forget about this okay?"

"… Fine," he grumbled, unloading the gun and putting it into your hand. Looking over at Ivan you snorted, putting the gun into one of your pockets and rustling up your brother's hair. "Hey! –"

"You're so cute when you're angry," you giggled, Katyusha also laughing along to get rid of the unnerving feeling that plagued the room while Ivan joined in and chuckled nervously. "I didn't know you knew Japanese too –"

"I told you Lei is teaching me," Gregory grinned happily, noticing that you weren't angry anymore and the threat was over. "Oh! And Kiku told me that the karaoke machine is an instant link to . So could you do a song, please~~?"

"What?" You snorted and shook your head. "I haven't been on there in a while –"

"You can log in sister and it's not hard. Kiku showed me. Plus I promised him, so please~?" You rolled your eyes, grumbling under your breath at your brother's bright puppy eyes.

"That's not going to work on me –"

"I not know you do music," Ivan commented, Natasha looking over at her brother with a frown while Katyusha sat back and listened to the conversation.

"Yes, there was this child I was babysitting and he had me sign up for the network so he could have a band. I used to play the guitar, but after that experience I've gotten pretty good at the electric guitar," you smirked, sipping on your drink before sighing in thought. "I sometimes play when I'm bored or I need something to do. Also I've been told a few times I could work as a musician, but I like my current job better," you smiled. "Well I guess if everyone is going to ask I'll do it –"

"Sweet! Come on!" Gregory jumped up excitedly, pulling you out of your seat while you yelped and grabbed your drink before he pulled you away. You gave a slight bow to Kiku when your brother pulled you up on the stage, the man smiling and giving you a bow back. "Kiku, do you know my sister –"

"Yes," the man responded while he knelt back down and fiddled around with the equipment. "I talk to America all the time, so I see -insert-your-name- most of the time. Hello -insert-your-name-."

"Hello Kiku," you grinned back, looking around and seeing a microphone, a set of drums, and an electric guitar. "You have an account too –"

"risingsun477," he smiled, brushing the dust from his pants before chuckling at you. "I come here on my days off and play."

"Oh you do?" you blinked in confusion. "I didn't know you countries had accounts too –"

"Some do, others don't. I come across awesomePrussia989 all the time, but I'm not very good –"

"It's not about how good you are, just if you like to play," you smiled, looking at the laptop screen and logging yourself onto the site. "Though if you go onto the expert sites, then it matters… You don't mind if I play, do you?"

"Go ahead –"

"Because I play on the expert levels. If you don't want to play on those levels I'm sorry. I don't want to take your fun weekend away from you –"

"I would rather hear you play," Kiku said with a smile. "Gregory says you're very good. Are you?"

"I-I really don't think so –"

"Go ahead and brag сестра," Gregory grinned widely. "Your hands are like hummingbirds when you play! Just admit it."

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, "Okay I admit that. Now sit down and I'll play you a song… Original or something from online?"

"Doesn't matter," the boy shrugged and pulled Kiku off of the stage to sit at a table right in front of you. "Whatever you want."

"Kay, cool," you nodded, typing on the laptop while your actions were broadcasted on a large flat screen attached to the side of the stage.

"… vodkagent037?" Kiku asked curiously while you inputted that you can sing or play the electric guitar before turning to him and smirking.

"Of course," you chuckled, "Can't sing without a little bit of vodka, да?" You quickly got quiet, making a lot of quick typing motions on the keyboard and logging into a certain dashboard that not even Kiku knew about. "Hey guys –"

"Suit you're back!" a man on the screen laughed loudly, the others on the screen rolling their eyes while you snorted.

"It's not suit Stuart~. Don't make me sneak into your house and torture you till you run away screaming," you smirked, though the man simply shrugged at your comment and someone else sighed and shook their heads.

"Listen to the woman Stu. I've worked with her and trust me, she'll kick your ass," another man said, a chuckle escaping your lips while you continued to type on the keyboard.

"Thanks Mike," you smiled.

"So where have you been?" a woman asked, a sigh escaping your lips as you shook your head.

"Busy as always," you responded.

"Where are you now –"

"In some Chinese restaurant. Why Mike? Are you looking for me?" you tilted your head to the side and innocently smiled, but Mike pouted and grumbled under his breath.

"N-no I'm not. Just wondering," he huffed.

"Well, as always, I'm doing well," you smiled to them, "and I have some time to jam. Joan, while I'm here do you want to work on that song or –"

"Not right now," she snorted. "I'd rather do that during the week. You know, my times off. Just plan accordingly."

"Sure thing," you nodded, sighing again while you scratched the back of your head. "If that's it I'll just fine a place to jam here. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah," they all said at once, "see you later."

Smirking you logged off, Kiku staring at you confused as you quickly typed and began the random select machine. "… You have your own group –"

"Sort of," you shrugged, "I have a few groups, actually. Just some people I know from the site. Nothing too big." You chuckled and you were thrown into a group, quickly grabbing the electric guitar and reading the information on the screen. "Hmmm… Do you mind Hollywood Undead, Greg?"

"Sure! Sounds awesome! You sure you can play that though –"

"There's nothing I can't do," you winked, hearing the drums online and started strumming the guitar. You walked over to the microphone, pulling the mic down slightly so it was close to your mouth and you could sing along. Then the song began, your hands gliding across the guitar while the lead singer began and the lyrics were displayed on the screen:

'I'm holding on so tightly now.
My insides scream so loud.
They keep watching, watching me drown.
How did it come to this?

'How did it come to this?
How did I know it was you?
It was a bad dream, asphyxiated watch me bleed.
The life support was cut, the knot was too tight.
They push and pull me but they know they'll never win.'

You gave Gregory a smirk and a wink before leaning into the mic, your mouth taking in a deep breath before you yelled with your voice echoing in the background of the lead singer:

'"Throw it all away, throw it all away."
I keep on screaming but, there's really nothing left to say.
"So get away, just get away."
I keep on fighting but, I can't keep going on this way.

'"I can't keep going, can't keep going" on like this.
They make me sick.
And I get so sick of it.
Cause they won't let me, they won't let me breathe.
Why can't they let me be?

'Why can't they let me be?
Why don't I know what I am?
I force this hate into my heart cause it's my only friend.
My lips are sewn shut, I watch myself bleed.
They push and pull me and its killing me within.

'"Throw it all away, throw it all away."
I keep on screaming but, there's really nothing left to say.
"So get away, just get away."
I keep on fighting but, I can't keep going on this way.

'I can't keep going, can't keep going on this way
I can't keep going, can't keep going on this way'

You let go of your guitar and let it hang in front of you, grabbing the mic and gripping it into your hand. You looked out into the crowd and noticed there were some people at the door, giving them a wink before gripping the mic tightly and closing your eyes:

'"My heart beat stumbles and my back bone crumbles.
I feel is it real, as the lynch mob doubles.
They want blood and they'll kill for it.
Drain me and they'll kneel for it.
Burn me at the stake, met the devil made the deal for it.
Guillotine dreams yeah there guillotine gleams the blood of their enemies watching while they sentence me."'

You paused; the mic already back in the stand as you put your hands back onto the guitar, but continued to sing:

'"Sentencing decease sentence decease and watch them bask in the glory of their holy disease.

'"Throw it all away, throw it all away."
I keep on screaming but, there's really nothing left to say.
"So get away, just get away."
I keep on fighting but, I can't keep going on this way.

'"I keep on running
I keep on running
I keep on running
But I can't keep going on this way

'I keep on running
I keep on running
I keep on running
But I can't keep going on this way…"'

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A/N: Hah! A musical number to end this chapter. A small filler chapter, made for fun. I made up that site if you're wondering and honestly, in the future or even now, I wouldn't be surprised if something like appears. Since we have skype and other visual tools on the internet I figured a site dedicated to music would eventually appear like this. Well that's it! Now I'm going to get going because I have a large midterm essay to write. SEE YOU LATER!

хлопчик – Ukrainian – boy

Lei – Chinese – thunder

Fleischer – German – butcher

– an idea of mine. It's a social network, like Facebook and Skype, with a combination of both Guitar Hero and Rock Band. I thought it was in interesting idea and since I said this could be a present/future story I'll just say it's in the future, maybe not distant, but future =3

Music – "Sell Your Soul" by Hollywood Undead