A/n: I hope you likey so far.

I know I do

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 2: A Revolution of Antarctica.

- Ludvig's pov.-

" I call to order this, World meeting" Alfred shouts, not helped by his horrible grammer. In his own language no less.

" you make a mockery of the king's english, Alfred." Alice says obviously NOT amused by his grammer.

" Who cares, Dudes, and Dudettes." Alfred laughs.

" I DO!" Alice yells out.

" Ma chere, calme-toi." Fraincis sighs hugging his blonde wife from behind, and kissing her neck. She shivered and melted back against him.

" If you are done being stupid Alfred," Anya says from her place across the table, " could we begin?" Her voice is leveled and she smiles... giving us all the creeps. Felicianna scoots her chair closer to me, Eyes open with terror.

" I was done yes." Alfred says not taking the bait, for once, and sitting down like the rest of us.

I looked down at the agenda. First was recognizing 6 new countries.

The Republic of Liberté, R.L., Willimina Azaelia Jones, 18

The Scietific Union of Antarctica, S.U.A., Jakob Felicciano Beilschmit, 18

The United Native American Lands, U.N.A., Aaliyanna Maricia Beilschmit, 17

The Antarctic Coastal Union, A.C.U., Caterina Annili Carrido-Vargas, 18

The South Antarctic Republic, S.A.R., Lena Eliza Edelstin, 17

The Siberian Territories, Evan Hawthorn Jones, 18

I feel great pride as I read my boy, Jakob's, name next to the S.U.A., I see The Austrian smirk at his girl Lena's name sitting next to S.P.R., the same for all the parents in the room including my brother and his wife.

The children walk into the room. Actually the correct term for the group is Teenagers. Willimina and Evan at Jakob's sides, Lena and Caterina, my niece from Feli's sister, stand on the other side of Alia my brothers daughter. Jakob is standing straight and at attention, Willimina stands relaxed but as always watching the world quizickly like she has something she wants to laugh about, Evan jitters with nerves, Alia looks down scuffing her shoes on the floor, Lena has a proud smirk on her face, and Caterina stands looking off into nothing.

" we express our approval of your new country status" all the countries chime in to say. My eyes fall on my son and his friends, then to my niece's individually.

They and their newly founded people have earned their freedom, in one way or another. Evan's people simply split themselves from main Russia, suprisingly Anya didn't put up a fight against this. Willimina's people fought against the entire world, mostly Francis, and suprisingly won. Jakob, my son, waged not a physical war but a technological one. He hacked into all who opposed them and threatened to reveal all their secrets to the public. Caterina took a portion for her people. Alia's people fought and won against Mexico, and America, taking back lands belonging to them.

The only one among them who's method was... questionable was Lena. She held three countries (A/N: Ukraine, Belarus, and Egypt.) and two civilians at gun point till she was given land. She was mainly three things, bloodthirsty, headstrong, and quite frankly raving mad.

" thank you for the approval." They chime back their tones all happy. They all sit at the table. Jakob and his friends sit in between Yao and Alfred, Lena sits between her mom and dad, Alia sits by ... Margurite, thats her name! and Caterina sits by Alice. The egyptian man sitting across from Lena slid down in his seat as she stared sweetly at him.

" Next order of buisness!" Alfred yells, making Willimina clear out her ears, and Evan laugh.

- 15 hours later- Willimina's pov.

There is very little in this world I hate.

I dislike things, but I don't hate them. Its just not my way.

However, there are 3 things I HATE.

1. Long meetings

2. Paperwork

3. Lena Edelstine

That's right, the last 15 hours consisting majorly of Paperwork, the legal kind, a very long slow meeting, and Lena Edelstine staring at me, has been hell for me.

The fact that my brother is amused by my quickly deteriorating façade of calm happiness almost makes me blow a gasket, a rather large one.

" And that concludes our jobs for today. We will start again tommorrow at 6 am." My father says with a large smile. " the adults can go to the bar, teens do whatever you want."

I walk to the door with that dismissal. I reach the door and get out going as fast as I would allow myself away from the room.

I reach the Hotel doors in seconds and I'm out them. I turn to the alley by the Hotel Hilltop and tear off my constricting suit jacket tossing it into the dumpster along with my white button up shirt. Underneath lies my black camisole and arm gaurds, Kevlar of course coats the inside of my camisol and makes up my arm gaurds. I sigh and sag as the weight of the day flys off. I take a few deep breaths and open my, now foucused I let my hair flop down my back in its long braid. I let my extra strength return to my body in its waves. I take in my surroundings, 4 foot gap between the dumpster and the wall, strong looking drainpipe. I smile seeing this. I easily leverage myself onto the dumpsters edge and push off onto the drainpipe and scramble up to the roof. Now on the roof I scan my surroundings, long flat roofs for a long ways.

I run... run as fast as I can as far as I can. away from my pain, away from the little brunette murderess, away from looks searing into me, away from expectations, and a small part of me feels from my self. I shake that last thought out of my head as I drop down a fire escape, out the little alley and into a Bazaar. I slide away from the crowds and into a little shop I, Jakob, and Evan rented for the week long duration of the meetings.

I slide into the shop and sigh as I slide down the door. My heart throbs like it will blow out of my chest. The rooms of the shop are large, 1 bathroom, a kitchen, and the mainroom, a room big enough for all of us to be .

I know that Evan, and Jakob will come eventually, so I get up and make some tea for myself. Jakob will cook dinner, Evan will make us laugh, I will snark at them.

I breathe takeing a sip as I cross to the table.

I wait barely ten minutes before the two boys show up.

" you should really try walking." Jakob smiles and throws his shirt over in the corner of the room. His upperbody glimmers in the slowly fading light.

" oh ya, make the girl with a anger problem walk, good plan" I snark back at him.

" How does running on a rooftop help your anger problems?" My brother chimes in.

" Evan" I say in a warning tone Tapping my fingers against my arms.

Jakob sighs his brown hair chocolate in the fading sun. "Evan don't poke the tiger, especially when its across the room from you."

At this we all laugh, and Evan drags a chair across the floor and backwards on it.

I watch as Jakob makes sausage and fallaffels. The amazing smells overpowering the room, as the cooking continues. Soon enough he sets a plate of food infront of me and Evan, and serves some for himself. I take a bite and practicly melt, inadvertantly I moan.

" This is why you have friends, Jakob Beilschmit" I say gesturing with my fork to my plate.

" its not for my witty one liners than?"

" what witty one liners?" Evan asks his head tilted to the side, eyes full mischeif, I take a drink of water laughing internally

"my evidentally nonexistent ones" at this I spit out the drink of water and laugh out loud.

They shake their heads and I mow down my food. After we all finish we take out paperwork, or more acuratly they do. I thankfully finished that in the meeting. Jakob ,now in a white wifebeater, raises an eyebrow.

" I'm already done" I say as nonechalant as possible.

" then why aren't you face first in a book?" He asks refering to my favorite passtime.

I sigh, " no new books I want to read."

" why don't you go to the Bazaar?" My brother says face still in his paperwork.

" why would I?" I look at him with one eyebrow raised, I dislike shoping.

" they might have books." He explained plainly, I shook my head.

" I'll just go to bed." I move over to my cot in the mainroom and flop down with a sigh. Its already chilly but I don't pull my blanket over me. I'll do that later. I think as I fall asleep.

- 10 min. Later- Jakob's pov.

Paperwork. Paperwork. Paperwork. Willimina is the best of us at paperwork. She hates it though so she wouldn't help if I asked. I run my hand through my hair as I sign yet another document. I think about her mother, Anya Braginski, yes I know this, I figured it out when we were 6 years old. I have spent so much time with them it would have been weird if I didn't put 2 and 2 together. Their cool façad's underpressure, Evan's hair and eyes, Willa's permanant mildly curious smile, their nervous twitching. It all added up.

I sit back knowing I won't be able to get any more paperwork done. I have no doubt that Anya knows, but everyone else... they've never suspected anything. I almost laugh at their stupidity. Then again Willa and Evan are extremly intellegent.

I stand up with the disicion of going to bed. " night Evan"

I leave the kitchen and its light for the now dark mainroom. The cold room makes me shiver, I look at Willimina's sleeping form. She doesn't have a blanket.

I sigh and walk over, picking up her blankets from the floor and depositing them on her. I smile at her peaceful face. Not the façad at meetings, or the happiness when we all meet up. Just peace. I lean down and kiss her nose before walking back to my cot.

Ma chere- my dear

Calme-toi- calm down

A/n: you now know that Jakob is a sweetheart, and not as dumb as he looks. What daya think? Leave a review.