I'll try and make this one quick, although I have absolutely no idea as to what will happen. It might be a talk with America about Russia, or we might have a little Austria or Germany, or I don't know what. My fingers seem to type on their own accord… figuratively, of course.

Disclaimer: All quiet in the west. (Reward if you find out where that came from:D)

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The telephone call from her bosses wasn't as bad as she thought it would be: they thought the fact they were singing together meant everything was fine, and all they told her was to avoid stages in the next thirty years or so (with the exception of being in the audience, of course). They didn't say a single thing about her singing- they probably didn't want to praise her when she endangered the secret of the nations, and Elizaveta could understand that. After all, having to tell every new boss there were such creatures as "nations" was hard enough sometimes. For example, the beginning of her and Franz Joseph's co-operation was rocky to say the least- they didn't meet until her revolution was crushed, nearly nine month after he was crowned as an emperor. She spent the next nearly two decades alone, refusing to talk to Roderich or his boss, let alone helping them. That, however, had a major disadvantage: since her nobility didn't join the army or take jobs in the offices, they didn't earn money, so they couldn't buy from the merchants, craftsmen or peasants, thus making her weaker every day. This couldn't go on for much longer, so much was apparent even for the very man who came up with this "passive resistance"-idea in the first place (Deák), so there was no way she could refuse the equally weakened Roderich's proposal.
All in all, she could more than understand that all of the bosses were so keen on keeping the secret just at that. They couldn't even threat them with revealing it: it would've backfired, the boss taken to an asylum and a new one taking his/her place. No-one ever tried to uncover their countries; although she met a couple of persons she could imagine doing it.
As she got home and checked her e-mails, she was surprised to find several ones about her little debut. It looks like France's Mr. Newspaper was there and reported about it even on-line. She thought, getting nervous. What should she do now? There were links about several articles, pictures and even a YouTube video in the mails! Prussia, of course, mocked her and made fun of her situation; Roderich was the aristocrat he always was; Ludwig made no comment; Feliciano, Feliks and even America praised her (Feli asked why she never did that before when she had a good voice like this and Feliks emphasized on the successful blocking of France's revenge); Japan gave her a cautious congratulations; Russia invited her over for a shot of vodka and singing in one of his bars. The only one who seemed to fully comprehend the situation was England- no wonder he did, considering he had his own troubles with keeping his band at bay.

Hi, Elizaveta,

I heard it, and don't know what to say. First: he had that coming. Second: your voice is great. (But I guess you got enough from these two.) Three: I don't know how, but I want to help. It's clear that now you'll have to brush that leech Newspaper off of you somehow…but you already know that too, right? And it's easier said than done… Never mind. The point is, I'm worried, and I wouldn't be if it were another nation… I highly recommend closing in to the house for a couple of weeks, if you can arrange it with your bosses. Hopefully the problem will solve itself… Good luck with that! Let me know how it went!

England

Well… it wasn't much of an idea, but she couldn't think of any more, so she quickly (though unwillingly, afraid of their reaction) sent a message to her prime minister and president of the republic about the situation. Soon enough, an answer came: they understood, and said they'd talk about it when she came out of her seclusion. Hooray, something to look forward to…
She stood up some minutes later, after she shut the laptop down, and began to do random things- rearranging the little souvenirs and statuettes she had, watering the plants, dusting- anything to keep her hands occupied and her head blank. She didn't want to think, not now and certainly not about the seemingly fatal mistake she made because of France- it was starting to give her headaches, making her depressed and desperate.
Oh come on, get a grip on yourself… You've been in way worse situations… She scolded herself, but it didn't help at all. True, she had been through everything only they, nations have, but no-one ever faced the danger of exposing their true identity to the whole frigging world!
That was it- she punched the first thing her hand met as hard as she could, suppressing a groan of pain and then shaking the hurt limb- it just happened to be her wardrobe, made of good tough wood, and now with a little crate. Great, she'll have to repair that as well...
She was ready after about half an hour, then she ate something (her stomach began to growl), washed the dishes and realized she practically did every housework there is- as well as the fact that she was dead tired because of this, so she went up to her room and slept.

A couple of weeks later

She watched the media really closely. Newspapers, tv, radio, internet… everything; and found that there wasn't anything about the mysterious talents after four days. Elizaveta still found it best to stay inside for two weeks, just to be sure. She was bored all right, but it was worth it- besides, she kept in touch with most of the others, especially England.
The success wasn't hers alone- she owed Francis big time, since without him keeping quiet as well it all would've been worse. Well… most probably, he simply realized he didn't want the media in his house. Her bosses did give her one hell of a lecture, but she could convince them they had more pressing issues easily.
With that accomplished, only one thing was left on her to-do list: Bringing America and Russia together so that Russia will leave her .ALONE. She had to admit, he had his nice and calm moments, but those were rare, and him sending her an e-mail every day a bit… gave her the creeps, even if they did enjoy normal diplomatic and economic relations. She didn't know what to think of him inviting her to drinks, and hoped it didn't get where such a night with Francis or even Sadiq would certainly end up… but she saw it as a chance (even as a feeble one) at talking to him and beginning with ushering him towards someone who would be glad to have him. His first mail, of course, got an answer about her closing in for a while so that to maintain the secret, so he didn't mention it again until yesterday. She had a tough nut to crack here… but finally decided she will try and drink as few as possible (which wasn't easy with Russia, who liked people to join in for booze) and wrote him she would go in a week. He said he was glad and he would wait for her.

AN

I know, it was kind of fillerish, but she did get to accomplish something in the end... What I don't know is what to do with her in Moscow.

1848-49, Hungary: as some of you might know, there was a revolution against the Habsburgs that begun on the 15th of March, and which ended in a war. Basically, what we wanted was the rehabilitation of political prisoners, a bank, freedom for the press, annual diets in Budapest (instead of Pozsony/Bratislava), a ministry responsible for the parliament, a national army, taxes applying to noblesmen as well (a thing unheard of before, and noblesmen demanded it, since middle-class didn't really exist), equality in ecclesiastical and other ways, for the soldiers to take an oath upon the constitution then to stay in their respective countries (i.e. for Croats to stay in Croatia, for Austrians to stay in Austria, and for Hungarians to stay in Hungary, since soldiers were taken to foreign parts of the empire so that they didn't support possible revolts) and a union with Transylvania. Right until the next May, we were well off and successful despite the misunderstandings between the soldiers and the civilian members of the ruling committee. In December, however, the old Habsburg emperor died and a new one came: Franz Joseph, who, seeing that his army was perhaps about to lose, asked the Russian tsar Mikhail I for help in May, who of course came because the Russian tsar, the Prussian king and the Austrian emperor had a long agreement that if one of them is endangered by revolution, the others shall help. On the 13th of August, we surrendered to the Russians (it was actually them who defeated us, plus we hoped they would tell Austria not to be too harsh on us). Executions (especially painful is the one on the 6th of October when 13 officers and the first Hungarian prime minister were killed- there's a rumor that's why we don't clink glasses with beer) and even stricter censoring in the literature and press began- the whole country was in passive resistance, which was as I described, and Franz Joseph was quite hated at the time. Austria, in the meanwhile, stayed neutral in the Crimean war (thus enraging Russia, who had Austria in his debt) and lost to Prussia (thus staying out of the birth of Germany)- so he had seen better days, so to speak. Thus it came to be that they married… Truth to be told, we weren't fond of the Austrian domination (and the imperial anthem was less than unliked), but the race between Vienna and Budapest did make us achieve great deeds- the city's current design was mostly based then, we have the second oldest underground (only London was faster), and so on, even if the differences between the countryside and the cities grew steadily. And even the emperor was sort of forgiven… by the time of WWI at least, when he was often referred to as "Ferencjóska" ("Frankie-Joe"). Still, it was a time of peace between two periods of war...