"Uh... Big brother Britain, why are you drawing a pentagram in candle wax?" Wonderland cocked her head to the left. She was sitting cross legged in the center of the table, studying Britain with narrowed eyes. The heavy browed Englishman glanced up from his work for a moment. He'd decided that, in order to initiate his young sibling, some source of evil had to be called upon. The other members of the Allies had all been asked to participate, but a fight normally interrupted the festivities. Unfortunately, America wouldn't be quarreling with anyone this time around so it seemed Wonderland would have to suffer through her brother's 'magic'. He had attempted to teach her the secrets of conjuring when she was a child but, in her mind, anything that didn't involve colors, playing cards, clocks, or rabbits wouldn't be involving her.

And that was one of the reasons he disliked her, she had the attention span of a three year old on both meth and cocaine. No matter how sweet and adorable their initial meeting was, Britain would admit to caring an unbrotherly amount. Though he did enjoy her far more than America because at least she wasn't constantly raving about how terrible obesity was while stuffing her face with a colorful array of foods that would give your heart attack a stroke. Britain decided to ignore his sibling for the time being in hopes that he'd actually get to perform an initiation. He started scrawling little figures around his pentagram and chanting in some ancient language. Wonderland frowned. She stuck one of her legs out and started jabbing Britain's forehead with the toe of her boot. He turned a furious shade of red but continued trying to conjure an otherworldly being. This caused Wonderland to take issue. She knew her brother didn't like her, but he didn't have to be so blatant about it. Wonderland crawled across the table to where Russia was sitting.

He'd begun knitting during Britain's wizardly, something that surprised most of the Allies. Though none of them would say a word of it, or dare to look at the Soviet in confusion, they were all secretly more involved in watching him knit than witnessing Britain conjure a demon. The adorable appearance of their Russian friend was easily tripled by him calmly making an article of clothing for someone. Of course that did nothing but reinforce how terrifying he truly was. Canada, at this point, was decently convinced he was creating some sort of 'missile cosy' to keep his nuclear arms warm in the winter. However, the project Russia was so cautiously working on was a scarf for Wonderland. He didn't want her to catch a cold, or more likely any sort of severe pneumonia considering Russian weather, while she stayed at his house. Not to mention, he'd grown quite fond of the idea of having a friend and, after a bit of research, he'd discovered that friends give each other gifts sometimes. And that was exactly what Russia planned to do. Wonderland tapped one of Russia's hands lightly with her tiny, pointer finger. She gave him an exceptionally warm smile before speaking,

"Can I borrow one of you needles?" the well-dressed female inquired. Russia nodded from beneath his scarf, tugging one of the silver poles free from its grip on the gold fabric he was using and extending it towards his friend.

"You'll give it back, da?" he grinned his signature closed eye grin back at Wonderland. She crept off the table slowly, trying not to make too much noise as she snuck over to Britain. France's hand shot out as she passed but was silenced by a quick jab of the needle. Wonderland very much disliked the pervert, or as he pronounced it, lover, which had to be the only common ground she shared with her brother. She continued making her way to Britain, acting as close to a spy as she possibly could. And then, in one rather anticlimactic disappointment, Wonderland abandoned her original plan of acting secretive and sneaky and began stabbing her heavy browed sibling in the arm.

"Britain, Britain, Britain, Britain, Britain, Britain!" Wonderland prodded the man sharply. Britain's eye twitched, his face turning an amazingly vibrant shade of scarlet. He wanted to throttle his sister at this point. In fact, even at the risk of sounding like America, he wanted to beat her with a folding chair. She was nothing but a troublesome annoyance to him, always screeching about something that didn't matter or running up walls or floating down rivers, which wasn't even possible in the first place though she found a way to do it, or just plain ruining Britain's day with her incessant babbling. Or doing that retched thing where she let out a screech and punched him in the thigh for no reason. And yet the worst part about Wonderland was none of those things. The worst part was that she was female which meant Britain couldn't stab her in the chest no matter how much he longed to. But, in order to try and gain a bit more respect from the other countries, he tugged the teensy bit of tolerance left in his soul and ignored her. Which sat none too well with the endlessly childish Wonderland. She knit her brows together in distaste. To be completely honest, their dislike of one another was rather mutual. Wonderland wanted to be the little sister of a fun, exciting country, or at least one with better food to add insult to injury, yet she received Britain. And there was no way he'd ignore her.

"BRITAIN." she howled, bringing the knitting needle down with far more force than she'd hoped to. Britain let out of screech of agony. He whipped his arm around sharply, looking at the huge chunk of metal now lodged in his flesh. Had Wonderland stabbed him? Had his own sister honestly stabbed him? The fury he'd been holding in for the past few moments began to envelop him as Wonderland's expression became one of panic and concern. She floundered around next to him in hopes of removing the enormous pin, whimpering in an odd manner. France put a hand to his mouth before bursting into a rampant snigger. The other countries, excluding a peacefully napping Canada and an innocent looking Russia, joined in cackling over Britain's pain. Even the still unconscious America seemed to recognize the sound of his brother's screams, prompting him to also take part in the mean-spirited hilarity. Of course, in his mind, Britain was being feverishly assisted by a certain imaginary flying mint bunny.

"WHY THE BLOODY HELL WOULD YOU STAB ME?" he snarled, letting out a second little screech as Wonderland ripped the needle from his skin. She began to feel extremely guilty about injuring her brother when a steady stream of blood came gushing forwards. Her face began to pale, all color draining from her cheeks. Russia's smile faded a bit as he watched tremors wreck his friend's spine. She obviously resented the sight of such a fluid for some reason he couldn't quite understand. Wonderland apologized quickly, looking down at her feet as she spoke in an apprehensive tone. But Britain had already lost his temper. He didn't have any time to stop himself as his fingers formed into a fist and went barreling towards the nervous Wonderland. She flinched, holding both hands in front of her mousy face to form an X of sorts. Yet the impact never came. Wonderland opened a teary, sapphire eye, sniffling slightly as if she were about to burst into mortified sobs. It wasn't so much that she felt bad about hurting her brother; it was more how the sight of blood made her feel. And she knew if she let herself cry, things would only go downhill, so she stiffened her upper lip and allowed her arms to fall to her sides.

"You're all right, da?" Russia's sweetest, and blood thirstiest, smile illuminated his face. He'd sandwiched himself between Britain and Wonderland, holding the still cocked fist of his British 'ally' in the palm of his hand. All the others stared on in fear as crushing grip of a secretly furious Soviet man squeezed Britain's fingers together forcefully. Russia had just made his first, actual friend and nothing was going to hurt her. Because maybe, if he made sure that nobody stood between him and Wonderland and kept her protected with all his might, he wouldn't be so alone anymore.

Yay~ I finally got my shit together and ended the hiatus on this story, hopefully you people are still enjoying it! Sorry if this had a high degree of suckitude, I'm just making sure people still want to read before making longer, better chapters. Also I apologize if Wonderland and Russia are a bit OOC, I just haven't written with them in a while! Leave some reviews, da? You don't want a permanent hiatus, do you?Thanks for reading!

-ZK