A/N; Oh, well. Will you look at that? I'm not dead. Sorry, I'm a bad, lazy author. Bad author, bad. -Smacks her thigh twice.- No Hetalia for you. Would you like to hear my pathetic excuse? My computer got a bunch of viruses three times in a row. We had to reload everything on to it and my mom lost all my manga/anime pictures and all the typed drafts for the previous chapters. Nooo! I had a picture of Germany in a black speedo on there! He's musclely. Everywhere. Anyway. New twist! Muwahahaha! Have fun~. Chapter 8 and 9 will be up shortly. Thank goodness that i write out the chapter drafts first. Translations at the bottom.

2nd A/N; Well, the computer decided to reboot itself, so i had to re-do the translations. While I waited, I; cried in Spanish, got some grape juice, told my whinny cat to get a job and had a argument about where my mom and me his not-George Cloony's Body (?) and got some cheese. Ah~the wonders of what you can do in five minutes.

Disclaimer: Why can't I own Hetalia? Or at least get a kiss from Germany? Also, if i owned the Blackberry or Brick Breaker, I'd be rich enough to buy Germany in actual life.

"M-mr. R-russia?"

The world's largest country finally snapped out of his thoughts and redirected his attention to the other republics who now had worry etched into their expressions.

"M-mr. Russia?" Lithuania repeated, still holding the tray of cocoa that was bound to be cold by now. His face was painted over with concern for his previous boss and a bit for himself. Even for as long as he's known the Russian man, his old friend's mood swings were still unpredictable at times.

Ivan stood abruptly, startling everyone else.

"Thank you for your time, Latvia. Estonia. Leit." His brief thank you was even more surprising. He made his way to the Baltic's door, eyes on his broad back the whole time. The door closed with a single 'click', leaving the three others in shock. Russia didn't try to ask for advice. He didn't become scary or physical. He just...left.

Latvia ran back to the kitchen to finish the dishes, crying no less. Estonia gave a relieved and somewhat agitated sigh and got up to go comfort the smaller country. But Lithuania just stood there, thoughts and questions swimming through his mind furiously.

This was unexpected. Something must have happened to Russia for him to have such a large personality change. But what in the world would that be? He had seen this country through thick and thin. Nothing ever changed his ways.

His thoughts came to a halt.

"Toris, are you alright? Vould you like some help?" A voice called from the kitchen.

The Lithuanian turned his head to see only Eduard's torso popping out from behind the kitchen wall. Shaking off the slowly growing feeling of anxiety, he nodded and returned to his friends to remake the once hot chocolate beverage. He decided to deal with his worries later at the upcoming World Conference.

WXR

She kept running down the hallway, her mary janes clicking against aged cream-colored tiles. A screech came from farther back and she realized it was catching up. Her legs pumped hard in order to put distance between the beast and herself, but it was slowly becoming a fruitless effort - the screeching got louder every second. Making a sharp right turn, she skidded into the grand entry of the school. Wait, she thought, since when was she in a school? She had no time to answer the question - for as the rather large grandfather clock tolled, she made her way up the main stairwell, gripping to the golden skeleton key all the more. With one more screech, the creature flew in after her, following her to the stairs with a face demented by choler and greed.

She closed her eyes and against her heavy breathing whispered words of comfort to herself. She made sure not to look back no matter what happened and kept running. Her feet led her down another corridor - one similar to the previous. It seemed to go on forever but she spoke to soon when the end of the hallway greeted her with a single door. She reached for the door knob and tried to turn it but it wouldn't budge.

Come on, come on!

Looking over her shoulder, she saw that it was heading straight for her.

Please open!

She jiggled the knob again but it did her no good. She braced herself and put her arms on top of her head. When nothing came she squinted one eye open and came face to face with piercing red eyes. She screamed and then...

MWH

They didn't know when it started but for a while now that she had been tossing and turning ever so slightly which in turn was making her blouse wrinkle. She began to break out into a cold sweat and it was beginning to unnerve the trio. France poured himself a second glass of wine from a bottle whose origin was unknown and Prussia was still Brick Breaker on his Blackberry. He closed his phone off and threw it on the table; "That is enough. Vha zhe hell is vhong vith zhis Mädchen?"

France placed his glass down on the nightstand and gave took a look at her. Her skin had a red glow so he put a hand to the girls' forehead. He filched back as if burned; she was starting to heat up horribly.

"Mon Dieu! She eez burning up!"

The girl began to mumble in her sleep causing all three countries to come closer.

"...Come...on...'me on..."

Spain blushed slightly; "What in el mundo is she dreaming about!"

"...s'il vous...plait...le...monstre est...ici..."

Her thrashing became a bit more violent and her breath turned into a labor pant. The expression on her face twisted into a pained one and that's when they realized she wasn't having 'those' thoughts; she was having a nightmare. Antonio untied her hands and Gilbert pulled off the sheets from her and unbuttoned her blouse.

"Wake up, petite, ouvrez vos yeux!" Francis said while shaking her mercilessly.

Her eyes shot open - startling all there men. She took a deep breath as she shot up from the bed, clutching to the area of heart chest where her heart supposedly was. Her eyes where wide with panic and horror suggesting what the girl had dreamt was a little more than she could handle. She shook her and gave a fake reassuring smile to herself; "Ha-ha. I haven't had one of those in a bit of while."

All three friends gave each other a look of suspicion. What the hell was 'one of those'? The child looked up at France, then Prussia and then Spain. "Why is the Bad Friend Trio standing around my bed? Oh yah, you guys kidnapped me." she snapped.

She looked down, then up; "Wait, scratch that. This isn't my bed; my bed is a crayon red color."

France wasted no time in getting to the point - He didn't have all day. "'ow do you know mon Angleterre?"

The girl giggled as she usually did and gave a sly smile. "Ton Angleterre? Donc, c'est vrai que tu et lui sont fiancés?"

It took a while for the words to sink in. What she had said was in French, right? So that would mean...France gave a look of shock and wonder. "Vous êtes française? Attends, comment savez-vous cela? Qui vous a dit?"

"Tout d'abord," She started; "mes parents sont français, donc. Je suis juste américaine. Et je sais cela parce que vous faites partie d'un anime."

The French-man sat down next to the girl. In turn she pulled her legs up from the remainder of the sheets and crossed them Indian-style. "Un anime? Comme Japon?" he asked curiously. "Oui." She said simply.

Prussia slammed a hand down on the comforter of the wide bed. "Warten Sie. You are Französisch?"

The girl's head slowly turned in a creepy way, scaring Gilbert a bit to much. "Non," she hissed "My parents are French. I am American." She didn't like to repeat things to impatient and rude people, even if they were previously an empire. She ignored the German and preceded to the last person. It wasn't nice to not say hello to everyone, was it, even if they did kidnap you. She then gave a sweet smile to Antonio and greeted him politely. "Hola, España. ¿Cómo estás?"

Spain shook his head in disbelief. An American, who could knew two foreign languages? But, wasn't America...dumb? "¿Usted puede hablar francés y español?"

She nodded her head nicely and replied; "Sí. Yo puedo hablar dos lenguas extranjeras."

Prussia waved a hand in his friend's faces not liking that he couldn't understand them. "Waittttt- I don't mean to sound like Westen, but remember what we got her for."

France coughed and stood up from the bed. "Oui. Well. We want to know what your relationship with l'Angleterre is."

She paused for and minute and then gave a howling laugh. "R-relationship?" the child said while wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes. "I just met him today. If you ask him, he would explain. He's quite a friendly person. Wait…did you think me and him…? Noooo, what is he, over a thousand years old? No way."

Francis slumped when the information finally sunk in. He had not only kidnapped a human who was technically one of his citizens but he had angered England to do it. If their 'relationship wasn't strained before, it was now. "Oh." was all he said.

The girl wiggled her thick dark-brown eyebrows provocatively. "What? You wanted something juicy, hmm?"

Gilbert gave her a stare like she was crazy. She giggled and waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Hahaha! I'm joking! C'est une blague!"

He walked back to the desk and plopped down in the swivel chair he was now accustomed to with crossed arms. "Vhell, zhat vas a vaste." Antonio shook his head in disagreement. "No it wasn't. We met someone new." He turned to her and asked; "¿Cómo te llamas?"

"Oh, I'm Julie Louise Lemarois and 14." She said while getting up and readjusting her disheveled clothes then putting her shoes back on. "So wait, can I have my jacket-"

Julie never did get to finish her sentence for at that exact moment a angered Austrian burst through the hotel room's door clearly upset.

"I just knew you vould be here dummkopf!" he calmly yelled at the Prussian with a finger directed at the culprit. "I've had enough of you molesting me like you have done so many other-"

Julie looked between the two, interested until she saw him staring at her.

Prussia swiveled around and only raised an eye brow when he saw there was no Hungary with him. But he spoke too soon. Behind Austria came Hungary armed with her infamous frying pan. She was slapping the bottom into her right palm and a dark aura engulfed her being. Prussia jumped from the chair and hid behind Spain. When Austria and Hungary caught eye of the girl, they stopped dead in their tracks.

"You have a human schlave!" he roared, even scaring his previous wife a bit. He grabbed the girl by the wrist and dragged her out of the room. She tried to protest against it but she had no idea what to say. Fury wasn't often seen on the Austrian nation. "Germany vhill hear about this! For now, she vhill stay vith me."

Hungary ran out of the room, pleading Austria to think about it first. Spain looked to France and asked whether they should go after. France only stared out of shock of what had just happened. Spain sighed and walked to the bed and saw that she had forgotten her blouse and he still was wearing her jacket. He would go and visit Austria with the Italies later to give her the articles of clothing back. Antonio then looked for his German friend. When he saw Prussia rocking himself in a corner and he huffed. This wasn't going to end well.

SMT

England and America were currently kneeing in a Japanese styled room and it didn't take a genius to figure out where they were. Japan came in through the shoji-screen doors in a traditional kimono. He bowed to his guests and took a seat.

"Konbanwa Igirisu-san, Amerika-san."

England nodded polity in return. "Good Evening Japan. Can you do us a favor?"

Japan looked thoughtful for a moment. He was debating whether or not he should help England. He was his longtime ally, but…. "Maburye. But, what do you want me to do for you, Igirisu- san?"

The Brit had a dark, pained look on now. "Please. I know a human girl; a very sweet young lady. She was taken by France. Please get her back. I don't want her to be tainted or hurt by that frog. I know I can't do it; he won't take me seriously." He said and looked to America. "And I most certainly will not leave it to this git." He pointed a finger.

Kiku gave the request a thought. Hmm…it did seem as though this onnanoko was unusually important to the British nation. Maybe he could get some information for a yaoi….but he would need help. France was a dangerous; not militaristic but sexually.

"Okai Enguran-san. But pureasu, stop sending your sucones."

Arthur gave a sigh of relief and then a worried look. "What, you don't like scones?" he gave a hurt look.

Japan replied with a white lie; "It's not that….Anyway, pureasu wait at your home until I call you. I will ask Doitsu-san for help."

America spoke for the first time in a while. "See Iggy? I told he'd help." He didn't like seeing his former caretaker in pain. It wasn't the first time, but it still was unbearable. And in all honesty, he was a bit worried too that Japan would have said 'no'. His smile wasn't sunny like usual – it was more uncertain in a way, but only slightly.

Arthur returned Alfred's smile. He was relieved, but only by a bit. He didn't want to think about if the girl was scared or more horrible things have happened to her. France wasn't the safest of countries with Spain and Prussia. She was too sweet for such things to happen to her. He didn't even know how they got past the security. He was just glad that Japan had said yes. And if Germany was helping, she'd be back in no time.

"Thank you Japan. We will be waiting for your phone call." England said as he got pulled up by America who was now standing. The two left a bit less worried then before but not by much. Japan nodded as they went and left the room to prepare for his mission. This meant going to his previous accomplices in Europe; Germany and possibly – hopefully not – Italy. There was a lot to be done.

MWH

Russia closed the door lightly and began to part from the Baltic's residence. Risk his life for his sunflowers or just buy some new ones? After much thinking and a long walk, he decided to approach his younger sister at the upcoming World Conference in a week. In the meantime he would complete the speech for his position with South Korea. He pushed open the frozen wooden to his large but empty mansion and took off his shoes to reveal thick woolen socks.

Ukraine heard the door open and came running down the lengthy hallway. "Брат! You came back! How was your trip?"

Russia ruffled his sisters' hair and smiled quietly. "Это было в порядке. Латвии is still very cute, but he must be cold for he shivers all the time."

Katyusha smiled back. "The Борщ is done and the table is set." She led him to the dining room where two bowls of the pink soup was waiting for them quietly with a dollop of sour cream in each. There was a big bottle of Russia's favored vodka in the middle of the table causing him to smile. That is nice, he thought. "So," Ukraine started again; "Who has your sunflowers?"

Ivan froze as he was taking a seat. He continued but ever so slowly. "Наша младшая сестра имеет их." He said at the same rate. Ukraine looked down and didn't say a thing.

"I will ask for them back at the next World Conference." He stated.

Katyusha gave a small, scared smile.

"Ok, Брат."

The rest of the night was spent in foreboding silence.

Translations; Holy Freedom Fries! Five languages?

[Mädchen] Girl

[Mon Dieu!] My god!

[El mundo….] the world….

[...s'il vous...plait...le...monstre est...ici...] …Please, the monster is here…

[Ouvrez vos yeux!] Open your eyes !

[Ton Angleterre? Donc, c'est vrai que tu et lui sont fiancés?] Your England ? Then, it's true that you and he are fiancés?

[Vous êtes française? Attends, comment savez-vous cela? Qui vous a dit?] You're French ? Wait, how do you know that ? Who told you ?

[Tout d'abord, mes parents sont français, donc. Je suis juste américaine. Et je sais cela parce que vous faites partie d'un anime.] First of all, my parents are French, so. I'm just American. And I know that because your part of an anime.

[Un anime? Comme Japon?] An anime ? Like Japan?

[Warten Sie…..Französisch?] Wait...French?

[Hola, España. ¿Cómo estás?] Hi Spain. How are you?

[¿Usted puede hablar francés y español?] You can speak French and Spanish?

[Sí. Yo puedo hablar dos lenguas extranjeras.] Yes. I can speak two foreign language.

[Westen] West

[C'est une blague!] It's a joke!

[¿Cómo te llamas?] What's your name?

[…dummkopf!] …Stupid head !

[Konbanwa] Good evening

[Onnanoko] Girl

Yaoi = Lemons :D

[Doitsu-san] Germany

[Это было в порядке. Латвии…] It was alright. Latvia…

[Брат] Brother

[Борщ] Borsch

[Наша младшая сестра имеет их.] Our young sister has them.

If anyone is out of character...TELL ME! ONEGAI! I need constructive critisisim, preferably in the form of a review. Also, if you want to comment in other languages, feel free to do so. I can read many languages so...yah. -Puts on 'Goodbye Mr. A' by The Hoosiers- Time to go chase my cat Russia-style.