So this is the next chapter... This is a long one! I couldn't stop writing, and while I could break it up into other chapters, I want to move the story along. Let's see if she'll live! I don't own Hetalia! Enjoy the train wreck that's to come!

Belarus' POV:

'Brother is with a group of others, I could always kill them off, but then brother would be unhappy.' I thought stalking my brother throughout the mall; I've been hiding at different places, including disguising myself as a mannequin.

'What should I do to get big brother's attention?' I think, following behind the group as they are being guided by some girls. 'None of them better touch, big brother…'

I followed behind them just enough to not be noticed. By the time I get to the food court, I see a red haired girl running away and the group of girls running after her. But then, I see big brother walking in that same direction. 'What is he doing? Perhaps he wants to become one with her? I shall not let that happen!' I think to myself following brother. It was easy to follow him, he is much taller than these puny Americans after all.

When I caught up with brother, he was standing outside of a women's bathroom.

"Brother?" I start, but brother does not seem to notice me. "What is your interest in this girl?"

"She seems like she might make a good comrade, da?" brother says, smiling towards me.

"Would getting this girl make you happy?" I say. 'I want big brother to be happy with me. I shall get him this girl, but if she tries anything, I shall kill her and serve her for supper.' Before brother can answer I walk into the women's restroom in front of us. I look around to see a group of girls standing in front of one of the stalls.

'That must be where she is.' I climb onto one of the walls from another stall. I proceed to climb/crawl over to the stall in question. I jump down. The red haired girl looks up at me. Eyes filled with tears. 'Probably expecting America.'

"You're coming with me," I say, grabbing her arm.

"Why should I?" She says, trying to loosen the grip I have on her arm.

"You will be coming with me," I say. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.

"Put me down." She tries struggling from my grasp.

'She knows how to get away from a normal capture, but I've been through much worse,' I think to myself. This girl could get away from a normal human, but the nations were made of tougher stuff. (the only reason that she got to America was because he would let his guard down.)

"No. You will meet with big brother," I says unlocking the door.

"Why do I have to meet with any 'big brother'? Alfred probably just sent you here to bring me to him!" She yells.

"I do not work for that man. I refuse to ever associate with him," I say, taking her off my shoulder, pinning her to the door, placing a knife to her throat.

"Okay, I'll go with you then. But, can I at least walk?" She asks, seeming to have calmed down.

"No." I pick her up, open the door, walk through her friends, who part like the Red Sea upon seeing my glare.

"LET ME GO!" She says from over my shoulder. I ignore her. I walk out of the restroom towards my brother.

"You wanted this one, correct?" I say to my brother.

"Da," Brother says, smiling softly at me.

Third POV:

"Good," Belarus places Rosario down. "Now we can get marriedmarriedmarried!"

"AH!" Russia screams.

"KIYA!" Rosario kicks her into the wall. The only reason that Belarus doesn't get back up is because she hit her head. And she's also currently stuck in the wall due to the force of the kick.

"Thank you for doing that for me," Russia says to Rosario.

"I didn't do that for you," Rosario says point blankly. "I don't even know you!"

"My name is Ivan Braginski," Russia says.

"You're a big man… named Ivan… And you are from Russia…" Rosario says looking at him.

"Yes," Russia says. 'How'd she know I'm from Russia.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA~!" Rosario starts laughing.

"Is there something funny?" Russia asks.

"I'm sorry, but you're life just seems like a cruel joke from that," Rosario says, gasping from air trying to calm herself.

"How so?"

"Ivan is the most stereotypical name for a Russian man in fiction. You probably have huge muscles under that parka of yours. The only thing missing is a crew cut and a stubbly beard and you've officially come from an American action movie." Rosario says, laughing still.

"So that's how he thinks of me?" Russia says.

"How who thinks of you," Rosario says, finally calming down.

"You know him as Alfred," Russia starts, "I know him as the Capitalist Pig."

"So he's that bad, huh?"

"He doesn't like communism…"
"Most people don't," Rosario reasons. "Because they haven't seen true communism. Or rather, non-totalitarian communism."

"You call Russia a totalitarianism?"

"Most communisms seen in the world today are totalitarianisms. No one knows that though, so they take the name communism, which is a utopian idea, and try to make it work in reality."

"Why can't it?" Russia says, eyebrow cocked.

"Because a utopia is an unattainable ideal, thus a communist government is doomed to failure from the start. It is by definition doomed."

"I never expected to have this type of conversation in America's house."

"Maybe if we don't elect sociopath's into office, the world will be a better place…" Rosario says.

"So, why is the Capitalist Pig after you?"

"Because I paid for his six-someodd dollar sandwich a year ago."

"You lent him money?"

"I was getting tired of waiting in line behind him, so I just paid together," Rosario informs. "I had enough money for three sandwiches, a drink, chips and two sugar cookies, so I paid for his as well to get the line moving."

"Why did you need to get the line moving?"

"Lest my town was on channel 5 news for a riot at a subway because an idiot was too stupid to realize that he didn't have money."

"Ah," Russia nodded his head at her statement.

"And my friends were waiting for me to come with the sandwiches."

"Friends?"

"You just need to ask for the sandwiches to be cut in quarters, and you can split two sandwiches between four people," Rosario says, as if it were common sense.

"So, he's stalking you because he owes you money?"

"Pretty much how he sees it."

"Why don't you just take the money?" Russia asks confused.

"Because he's using a messed up formula which ends with him owing me an infinity amount of money."

"What formula is he using?"
"The ones the banks due for interest collecting on an account…"

"He's a strange one, da?"

"Indeed."

"You didn't know that he was stalking you for a year?"

"Nope."

"So you were crying because?"

"You seem to have your own stalker," Rosario points with her eyes over to Belarus, who is still trying to get out of the wall.

"I see your point." Russia sweat drops looking at his sister.

"You seem pretty cool," Rosario says, sniffing.

"If that a good thing?" Russia says. America would often call him cool to mock him.

"It is," Rosario says, confused by Russia's dubiousness.

"DYNMIC ENTRY!" America says, kicking Russia into the emergency exit, causing the alarm to go off. Mall security come to see what's going on. Everyone gets kicked out.

Outside the mall:

"Nice going, git/wanker/brother/capitalistpig/hamburger bastad/dumkoff/etc" everyone says to America.

"Sorry!"

"At least it's just for today," Alfie says.

"Fair enough?" Rosario says to the rest of the group.

"He went too far in that," England says to Rosario. "I apologize on behalf of that idiot."

"It's fine, he went overboard. You don't need to be responsible for him," Rosario says. "he needs to be responsible for his own actions."

"Well, I was the one to raise him," England says, scratching the back of his head.

"I'm sorry," Rosario says.

"It wasn't that bad… Until he turned rebellious," England says, looking as if he were about to cry.

"So, about that job?" America says.

"Again?" Canada, Rosario and Alfie say.

"I'm stubborn, ain't I?" America says, laughing weakly and rubbing the back of his neck.

"We'll all be there to keep him in check," Russia and France say.

"I may just take you up on that offer," Rosario says, laughing.

"So you'll take it?" America says, hopefully.

"I shall…" America starts cheering. "But not because you asked me to."

"Sure you didn't."

"I did it because Ivan seems like a nice guy to hang around. As does the man who raised you."

"You're a tsundere just like Romano and Iggy."

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME IGGY/ROMANO!"

"I think you mean hot blooded. And, after all this time, would I lie to you?"

"Yes." America says blankly.

"Well… Fair point," Rosario says with a shrug.

"I think that she will make a good comrade," Russia laughs.

"You will not take big brother from me!" Belarus says.

"I'd hate to rain on the parade," Germany chimes in. "But how do you plan to get her this job?"

"They already have a resume, I've be secretly taken to an interview and I've actually been told that I can start whenever I want to."

"When did you get that letter?"

"I got a call before we went out," Rosario says, staring at America.

"I guess my boss finally believed me." Americva laughed. "Just don't tell him that you like hanging around the commie."

"Why is this country communist-phobic?"

"Because it's wrong!"

"The literacy pertentage in Cuba, Russia and China is significantly higher than in the richest parts of the US." Rosario says blankly. America just stares at her.

"How are we supposed to her to the others?"

"Via shock?"

"Shock?" Prussia asks.

"I just walk in and take a seat next to someone?"

"I doubt that will work," Germany says face palming.

"You have a better idea?" Rosario asks.

"No, since it is the only course of action, we shall use it."

"Great! You start tomorrow!" America says.

"Can you give me a bit to get some stuff ready!" Rosario says.

"Don't worry. I have the perfect outfit for you!"

"How?" Canada, England and Rosario ask.

"I've seen enough of you to get a sense of your style," America says, digging around a bag that no one noticed he brought with him.

"Why do you keep that bag under your jacket again?" Canada asks his brother.

"Because it's frowned upon in America for dudes to carry bags, but you never know when you'll need something that can't fit in your pocket." America answers, continuing to dig through his bag.

"And guys say that women are bad with bags," Rosario says rolling her eyes.

"Tada!" America says, presenting the outfit in question. The outfit consists of a vertically striped red shirt, stripes being a darker red colour, with a black vest, matching slacks and a black tie. America has black men's work shoes in a size 6.

"Wow…" Rosario says.

"And there's also a pair of gloves to go with it, but I'm kinda out of hands at the moment."

"So is this my uniform or something?"

"Basically what you're uniform will look like." America says.

"But she's a girl!" England says.

"And women can't wear pants?" Rosario says.

"I'm referring to the shoes," England clarified.

"Heels are extremely uncomfortable," Rosario starts, "and were originally made for men."

"Fair enough," England says sighing.

"You've worn heels?"

"I have some sisters and female cousins," England says, paling at the thought of said female relatives.

"So, tomorrow?"

"Yup!"

"What is my job supposed to be exactly?"

"You'll just be taking notes and keeping the peace during meetings."

"How hard can it be?" Rosario says. The others pity the girl for not realize what she's just gotten herself into.

So next time, our poor sap semi-protagonist will get to meet the world! Let's see how long they can keep the secret that they're nations from her. Hahah, who knows! See you next time! PM or Review if you have any questions!