Wonderland looked horrified. She stared on in terror as Russia clutched the hand of her older brother securely. He was smiling ear to ear, chuckling silently beneath his enormous coat. His relaxed demeanor made the experience all the worse for the other countries. France was so scared he nearly stopped fantasizing about Wonderland. But he was France so the second he managed to dive under the conference table he resumed his dirty thoughts. Wonderland opened her mouth gravely, as if she were about to deliver soul crushing news.
"Russia you..." she trailed off, looking absolutely torn to shreds. The man immediately released Britain when the realization of his actions set in. He wondered if perhaps he'd taken it too far, he would have been crushed if Wonderland was mad at him. But this was not the case. Immediately, her face sprung into excitement and joy. She clamped her hand into a fist and held it against her heart,
"You saved my life!"
"I did good?" Russia inquired, determined to make sure Wonderland wasn't upset. She started jumping up and down, clapping excitedly. Having been separated from human interaction from a young age, he still wasn't quite sure if Wonderland was happy or sad about the current situation. But then, something amazing happened. The mousy female held her arms out and wrapped them around Russia's torso. His violet eyes widened considerably. Why was she attacking him? He had just thought they were becoming friends and now she was trying to kill him? He welled up with tears, his entrails shifting uncomfortably. Wonderland looked up at him and grinned. She grabbed his arms and wrapped them around herself before resuming the hug. Russia paused for a moment. Perhaps this wasn't an attack, no, it couldn't be. It felt too nice, almost like when his yak used to lick his cheek.
"You're a hero!" Wonderland cried.
"Did somebody say hero?" apparently, all it took to revive America was someone saying the word hero within earshot. He jumped into action immediately, completely forgetting the massive bruise on his chest and his mild concussion. Wonderland and Russia's embrace was cut off instantly. The female jumped back, pointing a deadly finger at America as her eyes broadened.
"Undead zombie beast!" she howled.
"Ghost from another dimension!" America roared, matching the intensity with little effort. They pointed at each other viciously for over two minutes. Nobody had any hint of an idea of what to do. Russia was too happy to move after receiving his very first hug from his very first bestest friend, Britain was still catching his breath, France was tapping into his beneath the table wine cellar, Canada was miraculously still napping, and China was hiding out under the conference desk in order to avoid getting Wonderland's blood on his new Hello Kitty designs. So basically everyone was either busy or not giving a shit. Britain, being the gentleman he was, decided to intervene.
"America, this is your older sister, Wonderland. She's not a dimensional ghost. Wonderland, this is your younger brother, America. He's not an undead zombie beast." the thickly browed male returned to fixing his arm and fingers after the two had been introduced. Much to Russia's dismay, America and Wonderland became bestest friends faster than any two people ever had. Music began playing inexplicably from some radio in the background and, for a split second, everyone was transported to a field of yellow flowers. The duo of brother and sister locked hands and spun around like idiots while everyone else tried to get their bearings. Britain had been placed on top of a rock which he fell off of in time to bruise his shoulder and his shin. The fantasy moment ended abruptly and everything returned back to normal.
"Badass! I've always wanted a sister! Iggy never wants to have any fun because he's too busy sucking dick but you're awesome! You look so cool! Can I try on your hat? What's your place like? Can I come over?" America began acting like a frenzied little boy with ADHD once again.
"I don't have a home!" Wonderland cheered. America looked shocked.
"You can totally stay with me forever, dude!" he offered, caring about homeless people for the very first time.
"Oh! Oh! That would be so much fun! But, I'm staying with Russia until I remember what happened to me! Russia's my bestest friend, you know him, right?" she chimed. This caused the single greatest reaction in America's life. Everyone was used to the man having over-the-top answers to things, including manic facial expressions and bursting cascades of curse words, but this seemed a bit out there even by American standards. He sort of... Melted, for lack of a better term. America seemed to lose all bone and muscle structure right then and there before he plopped down on the floor like a wet sack. It may have looked stupid, even though America was no stranger to looking like an idiot, but it was the proper way to respond to your little sister having a life anywhere near Russia. Wonderland seemed endlessly confused. She had no idea why people kept reacting so poorly when they discovered she was staying with her bestest friend. Her theory revolved around people thinking that she was having a sexual relationship with the Soviet, an image that would not sit well in anyone's head. Except for France. He had been giving endless thought to relations with the mousy female ever since he and China made a mad dash for the utopia under the conference table. The two of them were honestly beginning to wonder why no one had taken refuge there before. It was spacious, comfy, and it had a full supply of rare French wines.
"Oh no, is America dead again?" Russia frowned. He leant down and jabbed the soggy mess of flesh and hyper-activity. Nothing happened.
"Meeting adjourned." Britain stifled a hysteric laugh as he spoke. China poked his head out from under the table and nodded. He shoved a very tipsy and very aroused France into the outside world and shook Canada awake. As the host country, it was his job to forcibly remove everyone from the room. And that was exactly what the ponytail wearing man did. Expertly, he scooped a steaming pile of America into a plastic bag and threw it out the door with a smile.
"Goodbye! Thank you for coming, aru!" China waved. He slammed the barrier shut as fast as he could before diving back under his wondrous conference table. Outside, the other countries bid each a fond farewell. France attempted to grope Wonderland, Russia punched France in the balls, Britain started laughing so hard he kicked America in the face, and America remained a lump of foreign goo. All in all, it was a decently normal parting for the Allied Forces. Wonderland went skipping down the hallway next to Russia, an enormous smile on both of their faces.
Of course, the female was thirty times happier than normal due to the promise of the Baltics being at Russia's home that night. Apparently, Poland had demanded Lithuania bring him some sort of fancy desert and because Lithuania wasn't quite sure which country he was more afraid of, he had followed the orders of his best friend. Normally, this would equate to a brutal punishment from Russia but he would be far too busy with his new bestest friend to care. And he had to keep the Baltics in good condition for Wonderland.
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Wonderland rubbed her eyes groggily as she stepped off Russia's plane. It hadn't been a very long flight, but she grew tired when she wasn't doing something exciting. So, of course, that meant she had to jump out of the plane. Instead of cautiously heading down the stairwell, Wonderland made an executive decision to jump into a snow bank a few feet away. And, being the idiot she was, she didn't expect anything to happen to her. In fact, she'd decided that a friendly group of snow gnomes would hop out just in time to save her if anything bad was going to occur. She still hadn't quite grasped a sense of reality yet, partly because of the massive concussion and partly because of the insane world she'd lived in. Wonderland hopped up onto the handrail in a rather agile manner for someone like her and took the leap of faith. Just in time for the man walking behind her to see the display of blatant madness.
Russia went dashing down the steps so quickly he nearly made it to the ground before her. However, he was too late. He'd been so busy worrying about what would happen when word got out to other countries that it had taken him a moment to get his bearings. Wonderland lifted her face out of the snow she'd belly-flopped into victoriously. Russia relaxed instantly. He furrowed his brow for a moment in recollection of the past few seconds. Why did he care for Wonderland's safety? Even with people he'd considered friends before, he had never worried about them getting hurt. Yet here he was teetering between life and death after watching this female fall into the snow. He knew everything about the frozen water that rained from the sky, and he knew a jump from that height into snow would hardly even scratch you. So why had he been scared? Even using the word scared concerned him! He wasn't afraid of anything. Except, obviously, Wonderland getting hurt. Perhaps he liked her more than a normal friend. And then the answer became apparent.
Russia liked Wonderland more than a normal friend because they were bestest friends! That seemed like a totally rational and sane thought to have.
"Are you all okay?" he smiled.
"Definitely!" she flashed him a shining thumbs up. Covered in blood. She paused,
"Not! Ha, I guess I got cut by the snow gnomes. Oh well!" because everyone knew snow gnomes existed. Especially Iceland whose entire population would easily agree that such creatures existed. Wonderland wiped her hands off on her dress, smearing the crisp white with streaks of crimson. She jumped out of the woman sized hole now lying in the snowdrift but quickly went slamming down onto the floor when her knees buckled beneath her. The female wrinkled her nose distastefully. Her joints had been given quite a severe lashing by the snow gnomes. They had even broken through her stockings! Before she could formulate a devious war plan to gain sweet revenge, Russia had plucked her off the ground. He wrapped one arm around the crook of her knees and the other around her slender shoulders.
"I'll carry you." he said, definitely, nodding at the serious situation. Wonderland let out a bubbly giggle at his determination. It ended with a cutesy snort and Russia suddenly felt his stomach drop a tiny bit.
"I'm fine! I'd much rather be on my feet if the snow gnomes get testy." she knew how dangerous the gnomes could be if angered. It was absolutely imperative she was fully functional if an ambush occurred. No one fought gnomes like Caroline Lewis did. Russia reluctantly placed her back onto the ground. To be honest, he had become quite fond of holding Wonderland but if she wanted to walk on her own he wouldn't protest.
"I can clean them inside, da?" he would, however, make sure she was safe from infection. The mousy girl returned his worries with the same overly caffeinated smile she always wore. Wonderland pulled Jabberwock out of absolutely nowhere and placed him on her shoulder. Russia had absolutely no idea how he had come into care of this insane woman, but at the same time he found it very hard to be upset in her presence. They were bestest friends after all, and that was a term you couldn't find anywhere in the Wikipedia page about friendship. Which meant either Wonderland had made it up and they were mortal enemies, or they were two times what normal friends happened to be. For the sake of his fragile psyche, Russia decided to go with the latter thought.
Wonderland cheered like a drunken sailor at a football game when Latvia opened the front door just as she and Russia arrived. The female could hardly maintain her excitement as she looked the three trembling boys up and down. In the middle was a young man with glasses and teal eyes. He was the tallest of the group and had a sleek but horrified face. Even, butter colored bangs cut across his forehead perfectly and shook lightly as he quaked. He was dressed in the military uniform of his country like the other Baltics, but his was a pristine olive green and he seemed to have more pockets on his jacket than the others did on their entire outfits. Wonderland had already begun clapping but the discovery of this new, and rather attractive, man caused her cheers to become erratic and manic.
She switched her focus to the man on the right. He was roughly an inch shorter than the male in the middle but he looked to be the oldest. His shoulder length brunette mane made Wonderland question his gender for a split second but she quickly realized he wasn't pretty enough to be a girl. Whether this was cruel or complimentary, no one could tell. The man cleared his bangs from his bright blue eyes before returning to his most important task, shaking with fear. That left the boy hiding off in the background, a tiny child about ten inches shorter than any of his friends. His hair, which curled up slightly at the tips, was of a sweet sandy color. On a scale of one to Parkinson's, this young boy seemed to be in need of serious medical attention. He looked as if he were having a continuous seizure. His sapphire eyes darted from right to left so quickly Wonderland became horrified that the snow gnomes were on their way to attack. But she happened to be a bit preoccupied by how adorable the youngest of the Baltic trio was. His red uniform had shoulder pads with little golden tassels that made the woman absolutely mad with pure joy.
"Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, my trembling Baltic Sea States!" Russia sang. He tapped the men's heads from right to left, doing more heavy punching than he was gentle tapping. Wonderland's eyes grew seven sizes larger, she nearly had a seizure right then and there.
"His name's Latvia? He's so goddamn cute!" in one fell swoop the female had plucked a petrified Latvia off the ground and placed him in her lap. For her size, she really was quite strong. She absolutely smothered him in a frenzy of kisses and hugs. Wonderland was at a loss, wondering how in the world someone could be so adorable. Latvia, however, nearly died of shock right then and there. The other Baltics tried not to die of jealousy as they watched their least favorite member get coddled and cosseted by a stranger. After realizing that Wonderland was actually genuinely nice, the tiny Latvian wound his hands about her waist and snuggled up to her in sheer bliss. She stroked his hair with a grin, not caring at all that she was covering it in blood. A trembling finger tapped her on the shoulder.
"I'm Estonia..." the man with more pockets than anyone had ever seen pointed the same shaking appendage at his head.
"I-I'm Lithuania..." Estonia's girlish looking friend poked himself in the chest. They were both hoping dearly to be cuddled like Latvia. It would be nice to be liked by someone for a change. All they had now was Russia, a man who didn't even enjoy them in the first place. Well, Latvia did have Sealand but nobody wanted to talk about that. Lithuania was the only one with a real friend but Poland consistently got him into trouble and never listened to him. Wonderland trapped the three of them in an enormous group hug before they could say anything else. The Baltics all cooed with pleasure, it felt good to be loved.
"Oh, you're hurt... We should clean you up." Lithuania said, seeing the large bloody handprint left after the embrace.
"Russia! Can the Baltics help me clean up? Please, please, please!" Wonderland begged. She had grown instantly fond of the three men and they had grown instantly fond of her. Especially Latvia who was still in somebody-loves-me shock and probably wouldn't recover for a solid day and a half. His current state involved slight levitation and small pink hearts floating over his head. Wonderland stared up at a very jealous Russia with her enormous please-give-me-what-I-want eyes. He couldn't resist. Anything that made her happy made him happy, a phenomenon that hadn't occurred in years.
"Da, you can play with my Baltics." he smiled the signature closed eye smile that struck fear into the hearts of the Trembling Trio. The three men shot up past the fountain as quickly as possible, excited but also extremely worried for their well-being. Wonderland paused, her hands clapped together happily.
"Don't worry, Russia gets a hug too!" she pulled both arms around his waist, forcing a pinkish blush into the man's round cheeks.
A/N:
I AM SO SORRY. I got totally keelhauled at school during the last few weeks and then it was nonstop vacation! I went to Europe (the dirty Hetalia jokes were in fact plentiful also never go to France ever it would be totally righteous but the French are there) and then like everywhere else in the entire world and this is literally the first time I've opened my computer in MONTHS. But anyway~ I finally ended that damn meeting, started some sibling love, and introduced the adorable Baltics! FINALLY. This probabaly should have been a bit fluffier at points, but oh well it is what it is I'm exhausted so please don't flame! The next chapter will involve way more plot after the Baltics fix Wonderland up and all. Also, the big huge romance question begins here. I'm having second thoughts on her and Canada in later chapters. I'm beginning to think Germany(You'll see why soon not to mention he totally does not get enough love) and then that makes me think just fuck it i'll let you guys tell me. So leave your thoughts in a review, PM me, send me a lovely handwritten sentiment, whatever you gotta do! And then eventually I'll post up a poll and get the full results from there. Thanks so much for reading~
-ZK