Merry (late) Christmas, everyone! I wanted to publish this chapter sooner but I was at my hometown where there is no internet sadly. Plus, one of my dear friends just moved away to Australia and I wasn't able to see her off :.(

CharlieFishxD: When living with France, how could she not be cute? Well, baby sister's are usually rude that way. lol Dr. France? XD That image is certainly amusing. Thanks for the reviews and glad you liked it so far ^w^

Now, usually the mornings are nice and quiet but of course that's most people's mornings. In France's house though, it was practically a civil war every day.

"Montague, put on the dress I bought for you!" France yelled. He stopped at a hallway where he last saw his dear little sister. He held a pink frilled dress in his hands that he had ordered especially for Montague to wear. "Montague, where are you, mon cheri?" France called. He knew the best way to find Montague was by being careful.

Montague could hear France lurking though the hallways and the dress still fluttering in his hands. She had hidden behind a wall in the third hallway. Her breath was quick and uneasy and her heart was beating fast. This has been going on for the past century. How long will it take for him to realize I will not wear a dress? Montague glanced out to check the area. France was nowhere in sight. She sighed and slumped down to the floor. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. "Imbecile…" Montague breathe out.

"Here you are!" Montague's eyes widen at the cheery voice. She attempted to run but he grabbed her from behind and raised high in the air. Montague shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Come now, little one, the world meeting will start very soon!" France tried to talk to Montague but she kept kicking and struggling.

"I hate you so much right now, Francis," Montague grumbled. She was at the world meeting right now in a dress with pink lace and frills. Her entire body was itching from all the poof-poof parts of the horrid thing. Thank the lord that none of the other countries were there yet.

France sighed while brushing Montague hair. "Now, don't be so angry," France said while braiding the young child's hair. He added some burettes and clips into her golden locks and smiled proudly at the result. "You look just beautiful," he cooed softly, putting a mirror in front of the little girl.

Her blue eyes widen. Montague's usually long messy hair was now tied into two ponytails with pink ribbons and clips keeping her hair in place. Her jaw hung in horror. She looked horrible!

"I want my military uniform back now!"

"Hey, big brother, are there going to be other countries like me at the meeting?" a young girl asked England. She had long fiery red hair but the same piercing emerald eyes like her big brothers. She wore a green military uniform that was similar to England's with the exception of a skirt instead of pants.

"Yes, there are going to be few, Robin," England sighed while patting the young island's head. This world meeting would be a good way to introduce Robin's Isle to some other countries as young as her. There was Montague of course, Japan and two other countries with Prussia.

"Don't you ever make me wear things like those again!" Montague's voice roared, coming from the room where the meeting was supposed to be held. England sighed and rubbed his forehead. He wondered how many times that wine bastard had to be beaten until he figured out that Montague hates wearing girly things?

Robin's Isle on the other just stared at her big brother. Her eyes were filled with curiosity. The only time when he was this frustrated was when America or her brothers, Scotland and Ireland, came over. England shook his head and turned to his younger sister nation. "Let's go inside, shall we?" England asked while still ignoring the yelling and banging sounds.

Robin nodded hesitantly. The two countries went inside and saw chaos taking place. England rubbed his temples in frustration while Robin was just amazed and surprised. There was a young boy around her age with long blonde hair tied back holding up a sword up at a grown up. He wore clothes that looked like a noble would usually wear and he looked pretty skinny too.

"If you ever force me to wear that horrid thing again, I will put an end to you," the boy growled lowly while holding a glare up to the terrified adult.

England sighed. "Robin, the man over there is France and that young-" England was cut off when Robin's Isle run away from his side and in front of Montague.

"Wow! That was really cool!" Robin exclaimed with awe. She had captured the young boy's attention when he glanced at her. "How did you make that grown up quiver in fear? It was simply amazing!"

Montague raised an eyebrow at the strange girl before her. "Ah, well, France is not like most adults so he is easy to scare," Montague said coolly while putting her sword away. It probably would be a good idea to make some allies at this meeting. "I am Montague, the Western District of France, and you are?" Montague asked politely.

Robin's Isle felt a small blush creep up her face. She wasn't really used to somebody asking her the questions. "Well…um…I'm Robin's Isle," Robin shuttered. "But you can call me Robin for short!" she added in a panic. She tried to keep up her gaze with Montague's but he kept staring at her with concentrated blue eyes. It made Robin's heart beat fast and her palms began sweating.

England watched Robin's Isle freaking out while Montague merely stood and stared at her. He sighed and cleared his throat. Montague's head shot up. Her blue eyes brightened at the sight of England. "Arthur!" Montague squealed his name, running up to him. She wrapped her short arms around his waist as tightly as she could. England almost fell upon impact but he remained strong and stood.

Montague smiled up at England. It had been close to a century since she had last seen him and she was really happy at the moment.

England saw the happiness in Montague's eyes. He couldn't help but smile as well. He picked her up and held her up in the air. His smile widen when the young girl giggled. "How's my little girl doing? Well I suppose?" he asked and put the now ten year old down. Montague nodded and grinned up at him. England felt very relaxed at the moment.

"Girl?"

England was relaxed until Robin's Isle came running up to him. Her little face was red not in embarrassment but in anger and frustration. "England, how come you never told me you had a daughter?" Robin yelled. "Did you have her with France? Or did you-"

"Cynthia Kirkland!" England roared. "Don't you ever think of such ridiculous things ever again or I will send you to boarding school!" England saw the tears forming at the corners of Robin's Isle's eyes. He sighed and lightly patted her head. "Don't cry, I'm not sending you to boarding school," England reassured the young girl.

"But who's Montague?" Robin's Isle asked while eyeing the confused looking boy-in-actuality-girl. She frowned and clung on tightly to her England. "Is she like your daughter or something because I'm not sharing my bed with her," Robin said with a small pout.

Montague frowned at the reception she was receiving from Robin's Isle. She went off to her own business and saw France quivering in a corner. She walked up in front of France and got herself comfortable with him.

France almost jumped in surprise went he noticed the ten year old nuzzling close to him. There was a rather sinking feeling in his gut when he saw his precious little sister's frown. "What is wrong, cheri? Why do you look so sad?" he whispered softly to the child while smoothing out her hair.

Montague looked up to France. Her lower lip was quivering. "Can we go home now? I don't like it here," she whimpered softly.

France gasped. He knew what had happened and he was not happy at all. He picked up the young girl, stood up and charged to England and Robin's Isle. "You bastard! Your little brat upset my wonderful little Montague!" France practically roared at the top of his lungs.

One of England's vein practically popped in annoyance. "It is not my fault, you wine bastard. The girls should settle matters at their own hand," England growled with a glare.

France glared lowly at England. He puts Montague down. "Chevy, run for cover or you'll get seriously hurt," France's voice was low and serious. It was the first time Montague had seen him so serious.

She nodded and walked over to Robin's Isle. "Hey, Robin," Robin looked up to Montague. "We have to get some cover or we'll get seriously hurt"

"No way! Why would I trust a person like you?" Robin retaliated.

"You don't have to trust me," Montague said in a serious tone. She grabbed Robin's hand. "But I think you value your life very much and," Montague's eyes glanced to France and England. "By the look of things, we might witness our big brothers fight for the first time"

Robin's Isle couldn't help but see the seriousness in her big brother's eyes. She couldn't help but agree that things were about to get dangerous. "Alright but this doesn't make us allies," Robin grumbled softly.

Montague just nodded. The two young girls ran over to the table and hid under it. They made sure to turn the table and chairs into a mini fortress for both of them. Montague kept watch just in case things go bad. Jeez, this is bad. I've never seen France with such a deadly glance before. This is going to get very dangerous.

"Hey, bruder, why did you drag me here in the first?" a tall slim young lady with long platinum blonde hair asked. She was wearing her country's green military uniform. Her gaze and stance showed years of experience in battle. "Isn't just Ludwig alone enough?" she added.

"I have to say, I also have to agree with big sister," Germany said. His arms were crossed as he glanced over to Prussia.

"Come on now, Vressia, Germany," Prussia said and patted the teenagers' shoulders. "There are two little kids in the meeting that could really use our wisdom especially with that Frenchie and wannabe cook taking care of them. They need our awesomeness to be great countries you know," Prussia said with a proud grin.

Vressia scoffed. "You know when France and England are together in a room, nothing good with come out it, Gilbert," Vressia was skeptical about this meeting and she was also unsure about these new countries as well. She saw how bad it turned out with America. She didn't need another repetition.

"Take this, wine bastard!" England's voice roared through the halls.

Vressia blinked in surprise. England? Has the fighting already begun? "Hey, seems like we're missing the party!" Prussia yelled in annoyance. He ran at the speed of light to the meeting just to join the fight.

"I can't believe that he's the eldest out of all of us," Germany sighed with rubbing his forehead. "Vressia, what do you think of the new countries? Do you think they'll be just like their elder brothers?"

"I don't know. Probably," Vressia sighed. "I can already imagine a mini France and mini England fighting already," she added. "Anyway, let's just get on with this meeting already"

Germany nodded. The two of them headed to the room where the meeting was supposedly held. The sound of fighting grew louder as they got closer to the meeting room. Vressia sighed and reached for the doorknob. Well, here we go. She turned the knob and went inside.

The door didn't even open halfway and the sound of fighting had already ceased. Vressia froze and her eyes widened with shock. Has the fighting already stopped? And so suddenly as well?

"Vressia, what's wrong?" Germany asked with worry. He saw the look of horror on his elder sister's face and he didn't like it at all. It took him only a moment longer to realize the silence and he had adapted the look of horror as well. "Why has the room sudden gone silent?"

Vressia grit her teeth. This could be bad. I have to see what had happened. She readied the riffle she had brought. But I'm not going inside without being prepared for the worst. With weapon in hand, Vressia burst into the room. Her eyes widen at the sight.

The room was in shambles. The furniture had been cut into pieces. The ceiling above had almost collapsed into debris. France, England Prussia were all on the floor. The three of them looked like they never had a chance.

"What the- who could have done this?" Vressia almost failed to see the two young girls no older than ten standing over the unconscious bodies of the grown men at their feet. The one on her left was dressed like a male but Vressia could still tell the child was a girl. She held a thin sword in her tiny hands and wielded a sharp gaze. The other girl on the right was slightly different though. She looked partially exhausted while gripping onto the small pistol in her hands.

Germany was just as surprised to catch the sight. Did those two girls defeated France, England and Prussia all by themselves? His gaze narrowed at the children in front of him. What kind of force do those two have?

Montague sighed and dropped her sword. "Well, that was a pain in the back, huh, Cynthia?" she said while rubbing the back of her neck.

"Yeah," Robin's Isle exclaimed and dropped her pistol. "Our big brothers are sure handfuls," she sighed and fell on her knees from exhaustion. She looked up and noticed the two teenagers staring at her and Montague. "Oh, hey there! You must be Vressia and Germany, right?" Robin's Isle waved at them with a bright smile.

"What the hell just happened?" Vressia and Germany asked themselves in unison.

"We just got our arses kicked by two little port nations. That's what happened," England groaned while pulling himself up. He looked like he had been through hell back. He gripped tightly onto his right shoulder which had been dislocated in the fight earlier. "But still, I had to say," he turned his gaze with a smug smirk towards the little girls. "Cynthia, even though that pistol had only plastic bullets, your aim was deadly," he said proudly to the young nation. "In a good way, of course," England added.

"I have to say the same for Montague as well. She was very good with the foil," France said with weak smile. He stood from the debris and limped over towards the confused Vressia and Germany. "Sorry about this but England and I had a slight argument. Unfortunately, Prussia came in a bad time," France chuckled weakly.

Vressia made a face and disarmed herself. "Well it was my idiot bruder's fault that he just charged in without reading the situation first," Vressia said coolly. She eyed Prussia with an annoyed glare. "We better clean this place up before the other countries arrive. I don't think they'll be very happy to see the mess all of you had created"

"Other countries?"

Vressia almost jumped when Montague suddenly appeared in front of her. Montague grabbed the end of Vressia's jacket and tugged on it. "You mean there are other countries besides America and China?" Montague asked. Curiosity was written all over her face.

"Y-yes, there are, little one," Vressia said nervously. She was a bit anxious to know that the little girl in front of her had just beaten two other countries with a mere sword.

A smirk appeared on Montague's face. "That's great because I want to fight them all and be the strongest country in the world," Montague said with full determination.

France couldn't help but snicker a bit. "Says the nation who still refuses to eat her vegetables"

"Shut the hell up, France!"

Wondering who the new countries are? They're Hetalia OCs my friends made up. One of them put Montague in their story so I had to put Vressia and Robin's Isle in this one as well XD

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