(A/N): Yes! I finally got this up. You people don't realize how much I went through to make transitions from the other chapie to this one smooth. Why do I say this? I'm entering in an OC. Yep. I intended for this fanfict to have a rather important OC, and to tell the truth, I am nervous. I know that a lot of people don't like OC's, but I do. It's like adding a little bit of you into the thing you like ya know? I mean. I understand that OC's can be annoying, but still, please don't flame me. The worries centered around the acceptance of this OC have worried me to the point that I wrote out two different ways for this chapter to progress, which is one reason why it took me so long to update...Gosh. Now that my serious part is over.*Dances*German Sparkle Parteh-teh!...Yep. I know how to ruin a mood:3.

POV: Latvia

The summer breeze washed over me, bringing with it the smell of flowers and water from the stream. It ran through the trees, rustling them as it traveled. I looked over to my right and saw her…

Slightly swinging on the swing I was sitting on, I was completely absorbed in my book. The wind picked up and ruffled the pages so that I couldn't clearly see the words. Sighing in mild annoyance, I closed my book and looked up, pushing against the ground to send myself into a gentle swinging motion.

It was a windy afternoon in Philadelphia, America. Another world meeting had ended with absolutely nothing being accomplished. Lithuania and Estonia were hanging out with Poland and Finland because they rarely see each other…and in the process, they completely forgot about me…again. I didn't feel very sad at first; I could always hang out with Sealand, but apparently, he was going somewhere to eat with England, America, France, and Canada. He may act like it, but he really doesn't hate England. I am happy for him…but that means that I am all alone.

I sighed and looked up at the sky, it was orange, signifying that the sun was starting to set. I wasn't in a rush. The park I was in was very close to my hotel. Besides, being out here longer mean less time with Russia.

I leaned a little on the chain of the swing while I watched the sky. The shades of orange and red varied in brightness and shades. There were even streams of blue in random spots of the sky. I liked to think of the sky as Earth's natural easel. All of the different colors came together in vivid swirls, while the clouds gave the sky texture.

I was taken out of my thoughts by a shove to my back. I fell on the ground face first, getting the gravel all over my face. Without getting up, I turned around, brushing some of the gravel off of my face. There were three people around my human age (15). Two of them had brown hair, green eyes, and matching scowls. They looked very similar. They were probably twins. Give them some blond hair dye and thicker eyebrows and they could be England's long lost twin brothers. But they were the least of my worries.

It was the other one. Unlike the other two, he looked about six feet tall and had blond hair and brown eyes. He was wearing shorts, sandals, and a black T-shirt with some sort of logo on it (It was getting dark. All I could make out was a word: "Hetalia" and some sort of boot-shaped symbol.)

The scariest part about him was that, unlike the other two, his face wore a haughty smirk. I immediately knew that this was the person who pushed me.

He spoke, "What do you think you're doin' here, shrimp?"

I started to shake. This guy was scary. I could really use some of Estonia's luck.

"N-Nothing…I-I w-was just l-leaving." I replied shakily, getting to my feet to emphasis the point.

"I don't think you're goin' anywhere, shrimp." he said. Just as he said that, his friends rushed over to my side and grabbed me underneath each of my arms, lifting me slightly off the ground. I hate being so short.

"It's night now. Everyone knows that by that time, this place belongs to us. Apparently, you didn't get the memo." He snarled, regarding me coldly.

I was shaking so hard that the two people holding me in place were shaking too. One of them squeezed my arm roughly to show his annoyance, but if he thought that it would make me stop my bad habit, then he was mistaken.

"I-I'm so so-sorry. I d-didn't k-know. I'm not f-from h-h-here." My stuttering got worse at the end, revealing even more of my accent. I saw his sickeningly sweet smirk show up on his face again.

"Aw. How cute! It's a wittle foreigner! Where are you from kid?"

I felt a flash of annoyance when he referred to me as a kid. We were probably the same age for crying out loud! However, my shard of anger was quickly replaced by more fear as his gaze grew impatient.

"I-I'm f-from L-Latvia." I said quickly, a bit of pride edging into my voice.

He seemed amused by my pride because he laughed. Then, he lunged forward and grabbed my hair. I whimpered and his smirk grew. Russia always grabbed my head when he tried to "stretch" me.

"Nationalistic, are we?" he said slyly.

I replied,"Yes. I-I'm l-love my c-country." Before I could stop myself, I added, "I d-didn't kn-know that you w-would know such a b-big w-word."

Once the words were out of my mouth, I immediately regretted them. I always tended to say the wrong things.

The two people beside me gasped. The other teen's eyes darkened. He dug his nails into my head and I cried out.

"Getting cocky are we? I wouldn't be so brave. You obviously don't have the home advantage here or the allies."

Allies. My stomach sickened. If only I had friends to help me out…

Before I could brace myself, I was punched in the gut. Hard.

I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me. His two followers dropped me, seeing that I wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

"You pathetic shrimp!" he snarled, giving me a swift kick to the head.

My vision went fuzzy and I cried out. My head was pounding. The force of the kick ringed in my mind.

"H-Help" I begged to nobody, closing my eyes as if I could escape…

"Hey!" a voice yelled. My eyes snapped open in surprise and I looked in the direction of the voice. Was it another one of the teen's friends? My stomach felt queasy with apprehension at the thought.

"What's going on?" the voice said suspiciously. Stepping out of the trees, with hands on hips, was a…girl?

"Nunya business chick." The bully said with an unimpressed frown, "Get lost."

"Oh. I think it is you flippin' idiot." She said, hostility creeping into her voice as she calmly walked over to him, "Are you bullying another poor person, Aleksandr?"

I blinked. Aleksandr? So he is Russian-American? I shuddered a bit, but I didn't full out begin shaking again.

Aleksandr scowled. "What are you doing here? This is none of your business!" he replied heatedly."Besides, you aren't exactly in a position to be making demands." He added with a smirk, gesturing to his two friends.

"Sorry boys, but this time, you don't have the advantage." she said with a furtive smirk. Before Aleksandr could so much as open his mouth, the girl quickly reached into some sort of belt pocket she had and pointed a…Wait! Is that a GUN?

"Now," she said slowly,"who has the advantage?"

Aleksandr seemed to do a complete 180 in behavior, "Y-You do."

"So…You decide the next move. No pressure." She added.

In the blink of an eye, Aleksandr and his friends had broken out in a full run towards the trees, disappearing completely in a matter of seconds.

I stared at the small forest they vanished into…I'm safe?

"Are you okay?"

I jumped back. I looked in front of me to see the girl, who had crouched down to me, since I was still on the floor. She chuckled a bit, but stared at me with gentle eyes full of concern.

"They didn't hurt you. Did they?"

I stared at her. It was now dark, but I was still able to see her because of the lighted lamp posts. She had long black hair that fell past her shoulders. She had olive skin and bright golden eyes. She was wearing a black T-shirt and green shorts. She also had some sort of weird belt.

I relaxed. She helped me.

"Umm…N-No. Th-Thank you for s-saving me." I stuttered, not out of fear, but out of shyness. I averted my eyes and rubbed the back of my head sheepishly.

She sighed in relief. "That's good." She said."Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Meena. Meena Cambell. What's your name?"

"Meena? That's a strange name…" Immediately, I am flustered. "I-I'm s-so sorry. I didn't m-mean-"

I was cut off by her laugh. "Thanks! " she said happily.

I was confused, "…You're not angry?"

She looked at me and quickly shook her head. "Nope! Strange means unique! Uniqueness is a thing that we need more of ya know?"

She stood up and offered her hand to me, smiling warmly.

I looked at the hand. It still had her gun in it. "U-Ummm…" I mumbled.

She blinked and looked at the gun."Oh yeah! Sorry! It was a good thing that they didn't make me use this!" she said, pointing the gun at a lamppost. She fired, surprising me with the dull click instead of a loud shot. I looked over at the lamppost to see a harmless foam dart with a suction cup at the end attached to the pole.

She laughed."Yeah. I wouldn't have the guts to hold a gun. Let alone shoot someboby." She swiftly put the "gun" away in her belt pocket, and took my hand, helping me up."By the way, I never caught your name."

I stared at her and smiled shyly, "My name is Raivis Galante." I used my human name, since she was a human and didn't know about the nations.

"Well, Raivis," she began, grinning, "I've decided that I like you! Now, where do you live? I'm not a stalker or anything. I just want to walk you back, considering that I have no flippin' idea where Aleksandr is now."

I gave a tentative laugh. I decided to go with it. She did save me after all. Plus, she seemed very nice…

I told her the hotel I stayed at. She was surprised.

"Wow. That's a very expensive hotel! What do your parents do?"

"Umm…They work in the government." I suppose that wasn't a complete lie.

"Well then. Let's go!" She said excitedly grabbing my arm and pulling me along.

"Um. Meena?" I asked, her name sounding strange in my mouth. Or maybe not strange…but unique.

"Yup?" she asked, while pulling me along.

"The hotel's the other way."

"…I knew that. I was just checking to see if you remembered and didn't get amnesia or something…" she mumbled, turning on her heel and changing directions, still pulling me with her.

I couldn't help it. I laughed. It surprised me when it didn't sound timid at all…

~~Draw a line. There's the pagebreaker!~~

I woke up feeling soft and warm.

Slowly opening up my eyes, I found myself alone in the bed that me and my brothers shared.

Taking a moment to rub the sleep out of my eyes, I slowly raised my head and immediately regretted doing so.

I gasped at the pain that shot through my very sore neck. Groaning softly, I gently laid my head back down and started to carefully knead the sore spot and reflect on my dream…

Wait a minute. That wasn't a dream. That was real. It was a memory. It didn't even happen that long ago either. The event with Aleksandr wasn't exactly what I would consider a "good" moment, but I did get to meet Meena.

I smiled. That event happened only four months ago, ever since then, Meena had been a good friend. I haven't really seen her much since I moved back to Russia, but we tried to keep in contact.

I laid there for at least thirty more minutes, trying to wake up. Wary of my other painful sores, I gingerly pushed myself up into a sitting position. I then noticed for the first time that I was sleeping in a curled up position. My head wasn't even on the pillow.

Brushing it off, I got up and took off my pajamas so I could put on my red military uniform that I liked to wear a lot.

While putting on my clothes, I winced when my arm went into a position that upset a sore. Ow. There were many sores on my body. The most painful ones were on my neck, arms, and right leg.

After a few more moments of rubbing some uncomfortable sores, I opened the door and headed down the hallway and stairs to go to the dining room for breakfast.

I entered the kitchen and immediately smelled eggs and bacon. Apparently, for once, Russia was satisfied with having a simple breakfast (He has breakfasts planned out weekly so that we have enough time to get groceries). I saw Estonia sitting at the table, while messing around with his laptop.I could see Liet in the kitchen. He had his back to me and was washing his hands in the sink. He must be almost done with making breakfast. Russia will be down soon…Thinking about him made me nervous.

"labrīt (Neo: Latvian-Good Morning...or at least that's what Google Translate says)." I said simply, standing in the doorway of the dining room

Lithuania and Estonia jumped slightly(a habit when you are living with who many consider the scariest country ever) and turned to look at me. I was shocked when the blood drained from their faces and they immediately rushed over to me.

"Latvia! What are you doing up? You need to lay back down!" Lithuania said with a panicky voice.

"Liet's right. You are going back upstairs." The more level-headed and calmer Estonia stated, but I could hear the slight shaky edge to his voice.

"W-what?" I stuttered as they each grabbed one of my arms and began to pull me upstairs.

"What do you mean 'what'? You obviously aren't feeling well after… whatever happened yesterday." Lithuania finished uncertainly, but that didn't stop his determination to take care of me.

"…What do you mean? What happened yesterday?" I asked, feeling completely confused.

Both of them stopped suddenly and turned to look at me. The worry on their faces increased tenfold.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Estonia cleared his throat and said, "You mean…You don't remember anything about what happened yesterday?" I felt even more worried and scared when I heard Estonia's growing fear in his voice.

"N…No" I replied uncertainly. Silence. Then I asked hesitatenty, "W-what h-happened?"

Lithuania sighed and tried to keep a calm, yet still concerned, facial expression.

"W-we found you laying down face first on the ground down in one of Russia's basement rooms…You passed out after saying our names…Raivis," Lithuania said, voice quieting so much that it was barely above a whisper,"you were so pale and weak looking…and your eyes held so much fear…We were afraid that…" His voice trailed off, and his eyes gazed at the floor as if it was much more interesting.

I understood. Even though I couldn't remember what exactly took place, I could see that it must have scared them a lot. He probably thought that Russia finally snapped or maybe even worse. We had always been afraid of what Russia could have down in his basement…

I stepped forward and brought them into a hug.

"Thank you guys, but don't worry. I'm fine now." I said to them, flinching somewhat as I bent my arms at an angle that upset some of the sores. Dangit. I hoped that they didn't notice that.

Unfortunately for me, they did. Estonia stepped out of the hug and said, "You may claim that you are well, but you still need to rest. You are hurt, and this memory loss is very concerning. We need to get you back to bed." He still showed worry on his face, but I guess that after reassuring them that I was fine, he calmed down a bit. I was glad. I didn't want them to worry about me.

They let go of my arms, but they still stayed close to me as they led me back to bed. It was like they were afraid that I would suddenly faint or something.

I tried to keep my face neutral while I was thinking. What was wrong with me? I am forgetting entire days for crying out loud! I would say that I have amnesia, but, in a way, this seems more different than normal amnesia.

While I was thinking, I sudden thought crossed my mind."Russia." I said out loud."Where was Russia?" I said, looking at my "brothers".

Estonia spoke this time, "We found h-him unconscious too. He was a few feet away from you on the ground." He looked at me as if just saying that might trigger some sort of remembrance.

I frowned. Apparently, whatever got me got Russia as well. But what could possibly cause a nation such as him to faint? Who or what did this? Why can't I remember? Does Russia remember anything? What would happen if I even asked him? I shuddered slightly. What have I gotten myself into?

"D-do you t-think he r-remembers anything?" I stuttered as I quickly got more and more scared.

Lithuania replied, "We don't know. He hasn't woken up yet."

An ominous silence rang out as each of us dived into our own thoughts. I guess that we will have to wait until Russia wakes up.

"W-was h-h-he hurt?" I asked. My stuttering always wanted to show its ugly face whenever I was scared. The source of the fear had always been Russia, so it felt weird that it was caused by the unknown. At least with Russia I was able to see a physical form of my fear. But now, I don't even know what happened, much less what caused it.

I didn't like it one bit.

"No. Not at all. He was just unconscious. We carried him up to his bed after we took care of you. You were in more of a critical situation than Russia. He'll be fine. He'll wake up soon." As much as we hate and fear the winter nation, I never wanted to see him hurt. Not to mention, he was our only lead in this freaky mystery.

Lithuania and Estonia led me back to our room and I climbed into bed, not bothering to put my pajamas back on. Estonia excited the room and came back with some medication for my sores, which I accepted gratefully. I snuggled into the bed and mumbled out a tired "thanks", earning a chuckle from both of them and a hair ruffle from who I assumed was Lithuania. I was surprised at how tired I still was as I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

A while later, I was gently shaken awake by Estonia.

"Huh?" I muttered sleepily, raising my head up.

"Russia's awake. It's time for breakfast." He stated, "Can you get up?"

"I told you.'m fine." I mumbled, getting up sluggishly. Was I really in that bad of a condition?"How long was I asleep?"

"Oh. Only forty-five minutes." He answered, "However, we do need to get downstairs. You know how Russia gets."

I nodded and walked with him to the dining room. For some reason, Russia always wants us to eat with him. I think that it is his way of saying that he's watching us…

The very thought of Russia has me trembling again. Estonia looked back at me in concern. Usually, my "brothers" wouldn't give me this much attention. I mean. They were nice to me and we had the occasional moment where I would really feel grateful towards them(like now), but they usually didn't have too much to do with me. As much as it seems selfish and mean for me to say this(They did seem very worried after all), I am liking the sudden attention somewhat. Nobody ever really pays much attention to me at meetings, much less outside of them. My only real friend is Sealand…and I guess Meena too. I never really expressed much worry earlier because Liet and Estonia looked frightened enough, but…I really am afraid. These things aren't like events that happened years ago. It just occurred yesterday for crying out loud!

We made it to the dining room. Lithuania was just finishing placing things on the table. I could see eggs, bacon, toast, sausage, and, of course, vodka. Why Russia must drink so much of that stuff I'll never know. Speaking of Russia, he was already seated at the table, watching Liet with the same childish (yet potentially dangerous) look on his face, causing Lithuania to fidget slightly.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Estonia whisper, "He hasn't spoken about what exactly happened yesterday. Liet and I think that he might be suffering from memory loss as well, but with Russia, you can never tell. Stay quiet, while Liet and I try to ask him some subtle questions. We'll figure this out. Don't worry." He finished his summary of the plan with a reassuring smile and he walked over to the table, greeting Russia nervously and asking if he slept well.

I showed a small smile. It shocks me that some people think that we Baltic countries are cowardly. The only thing I got to say to that? Let them try and live with Russia for so long. Even though we hate living here, we also have gained the advantage of knowing more about Russia than anyone else (Besides Belarus and Ukraine of course).As in, we know how to have a conversation with him without becoming a name on his "Die" list. Even though I tend to speak before thinking in front of him sometimes, he never did anything bad to me (except for causing me to shrink).

I walked over to the table, greeted Russia with my usual stuttering voice that always seemed to appear around him, and sat down, glancing at Estonia out of the corner of my eye.

He still appeared to be nervous around Russia, but there was a clever gleam to his eyes that always showed itself when he was carefully thinking something through.

Estonia, Lithuania, and Russia all held normal conversations (or as normal as they can get when you are countries), with me pitching in occasionally, when Estonia made the first move.

"Mr. Russia," it surprised me that Estonia was able to say his name without stuttering. "How did your basement cleaning go yesterday?"

Russia paused, a forkful of eggs halfway to his mouth. An emotion flickered in his childish eyes. Was that…shock? The feeling of being caught off guard? I continued to eat my own food so I didn't look suspicious, but I also listened into the conversation carefully.

"It went well!" Russia answered in his typical cheery voice ,"I found many old memories underneath the dust and cobwebs, da?"

He's trying to steer us away from the topic. He knows that we are afraid of him and that we would want nothing to do with his horrible past. I spared a quick glance at Estonia, who was frowning faintly. He's probably thinking the same thing.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Lithuania asked, trying to put only a little bit of curiosity in his voice.

"You could say that." Russia answered. I shivered vaguely. Those words sounded very ominous in my opinion.

After a few more attempts at the topic, they eventually stopped. They couldn't keep on asking him. It would look too suspicious. It was obvious that he knew something. However, he doesn't seem too interested in me, which begs the question: How was I involved?

(A/N): This is probably the longest chapter I ever wrote...er...typed. I am kind of proud of it. It isn't OVER 9000 words(Do not own:3), but it is OVER 4000. Baltic Brotherly Fluff yay~.Fanficts need more Balticness. They are awesome. Speaking of awesome, didn't the Japanese actor for Estonia also do Prussia?Kesesesese.

In a completely unrelated thingy, did any of you readers talk to Cleverbot before? He/She/It/Dildo makes Hetalia references!

Also, if anyone cares, I updated my profile. I told the story of how I discovered Hetalia.

Hasta pronto~

-Neo-chan, like totally!