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~UC

Russia eventually had to leave her home to get some clothes that actually fit. Lithuania went with her. The two looked around the shopping centre.

"I…don't know what's going on…" said Russia, "Normally sister shops for me."
"Well, I don't have the best advise either," said Lithuania. Lithuania then heard a familiar voice come to their rescue.

"Liet!" a voice called. A blonde dashed up to Lithuania and glomped him from behind.
"Ack! Poland..." Poland smiled. He then looked over at Russia.
"Oh…and who is this?" he said with a smile, "Is this your date, Liet?"
"A-Ah, no! Th-This is…my friend. Yes. This is…um…"

"A-Anya," Russia finished, "I um…just moved here and I…need clothing."
"I'd say! You look like you're wearing Liet's clothes. Your pants are too long, shirt is too big, you're on the last loop of the belt and you have no shoes," he listed, "Oh! I could totally help you guys!"
"Thank you!" Russia said, "I can't shop."

"No problem," he said, "So…you really have no clothes?"
"Yes my uh, house burned down in a fire…" she lied, "But yes. Not even undergarments...I don't even remember my size."
"Well, have no fear! I am here to help!"
"Thank you so much."

Russia hadn't left her home in a week after that. To make things worse, there was a G8 meeting in two weeks. She sighed. What was going to happen when they found out? Would she be attacked? Taken for revenge? Italy wouldn't probably notice. She didn't want to think of Germany. Maybe he'd be nice. Wasn't he the gentleman? No, that was England. But Germany was modest. Most of the nations were. I'm being paranoid, she thought, but I know they'll tease me and laugh at me. France would probably just hit on me. China…she sighed. China. If he thought I was weird before… shit, I really wanted him as an ally. I don't want him to think I'm…Wait, he's not in the G8. One less person to worry about! She fretted when Japan came into her head. He already tried to harpoon me once. I could only imagine! The only thing that could be worse would be… She shuddered. There was a knock at the front door to interrupt her thoughts. Lithuania was going to get it like he usually did these days. He visited rather frequently. He must really need the money. The thought came back into her head.

America. The two were arch rivals. This was definitely something to use against her. She couldn't even imagine what he'd do. He was rather unpredictable. He'd probably just laugh at me, bit I know he would never let me live this down, she thought. I think thats it. I don't think I'm missing anyone else. Nope. No one comes to mind. But why do I feel I'm missing someone? I feel as if I'm missing someone important. Russia's stomach growled. I need food. I want to cook this time. Lithuania has done way too much! Besides, I'm not made of money. She made her way downstairs.

"Lithuania! Did you start dinner ye-" she stopped. For the sight Russia saw made her shiver and almost take off running. Lithuania was backed up against a wall. There in the kitchen, was Belarus, wringing the poor man's neck.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Where…is…he?!" she growled. It was getting hard for Lithuania to breathe. He didn't really struggle too hard though.
"I-I-I-"
"Belarus!" She whipped her head in Russia's direction. "Put the nice Lithuanian man down!"

"Who the fuck are you?!" she spat.
"Belarus…it's me. Your brother," she replied, "I know I look and sound a lot different but please believe me!" She glared at the tall woman.
"You bitch! Where did you put him?!" she said pushing her against a wall despite the great height difference.

"B-Belarus…I-I don't know what happened to me, but I am Russia! What can I do to make you believe me?!" she said.
"Liar!" The knife was millimetres away from her neck.
"Belarus, I know you. I know the things you only tell me."
"Like what?!" she scoffed.

"Um…you spent three hours staring at France's dick," she said.
"You could have learned that from anywhere!" she said.
"You took pornographic photos of me and steal my underwear!"
"I…How did you know that?! I haven't even told Russia that!" she snapped.

"I…think everyone can assume that," said Lithuania.
"Did I say you could talk?" Belarus whipped a glare back at him.
"I'm sorry…" he whimpered.

"Hmmm…Oh! I've got it!" she said, "You once told me of how you dreamt of us walking through the woods, singing, moving along smoothly, proudly smiling at each other, and being in awe of nature's splendour. And 'having a talk about the greatness of love.' You said exactly that! And that is what you secretly dream of one day doing with your husband."

The whole world seemed to stop turning. Everything was silent. Not a sound heard. Belarus had a look of awe. Ahh, so that's what she likes, thought Lithuania, I never would have guessed a girl like her would like that kind of stuff. The knife fell to the ground with a clang. She hugged Russia tightly.

"Oh brother, what happened to you?!" she said, "Why are you a female?!"
"I-I don't know," she replied, "I'm just as confused as you are." Belarus examined Russia's new body.
"You look a lot like me," she said. She looked at her face. "You need something to keep your hair out of your eyes."
"I just got a bunch of clothes that actually fit me." Belarus sighed.

"Shit! Now what am I supposed to do?" she growled.
"What's wrong sis?"
"I can't marry you now…" she sighed, "I'll never find a man. And I'll never marry..."
"I'll marry you!" Lithuania almost screamed out.

"Of course you will sis!" Russia bent down to her level, "You are very beautiful and talented young girl. There are many men out there that would die for a girl like you."
"…Thanks big broth-um…sister…" she said. Russia smiled. "Should we tell Ukraine?"
"I'm not very comfortable with this and-"
"Ukraine will only help you Russia," said Belarus. She sighed.

"You are the one telling her."

The next morning, there was a knock on the door. Belarus, who had spent the night, went to get it. Sure enough, there was her sister.

"Where is Russia?" she asked.
"Still asleep," she replied, "I'm surprised you came here with all of the stuff that's been going on between you two."
"Belarus that's none of your business," she replied.
"You're my siblings. It is my business," she said.

"Just…a little disagreement that's all," explained Ukraine.
"A little disagreement?"
"Belarus, Russia is still my brother. I still love him very much. It's hard to be mad at someone who you raised as a kid," she lamented, "I need to learn to forgive. It's over now."

"No! Sis you can't just–"
"Can we please just drop the subject?"
"But–"
"Belarus."
"…Fine," she grumbled, "I hate how you are such a pushover."

"So, is it…true?" Ukraine asked. Russia then came downstairs. She was still in the cosy, pink pyjamas Poland had picked out. She still had her scarf on.

"Belarus, I have question," she said, "Are my br–oh hey sister!"
"Russia? That's…really you?" she asked.
"Y-Yes…" replied Russia about to cry again. Ukraine hugged her tightly.

"Oh Russia," she said, "It's okay. You're a girl. No one can blame you for crying anymore." Russia cried into her sister's shoulder. Though she had to bend down to do so. "How long have you-"
"About a week," she replied.
"Don't worry, you have two sisters here to help you," said Ukraine. Russia cried harder.

"B-But…your boss…he doesn't…let you…you…"
"You can call me whenever you need help," she said, "I'll try to visit you as much as I can. Remember, I love you." Ukraine turned for the door.
"Wait! No! Don't leave! Don't leave me sis please!" Russia cried.
"I'll try to visit you as much as possible. And whenever you have an emergency. I'm sorry I…have to go…" she said with tears flooding her own eyes. Russia hugged her tightly again.
"Sis!" Ukraine hugged her sister tightly.

"I know. I don't want to leave either. But I told my boss i was going to Belarus's place," she cried, "I missed you so much. It feels so good to hold you after...a year. I still love you. That hasn't changed." She unwillingly ripped herself away and left, of course, crying. Belarus hugged her new sister.

"You'll be okay," she tried to comfort her, "Don't be sad."
"I'm fine," she sniffled, "I-I actually got to see her. Even if it was for a split second. I'm so happy." She stood up. "I'm okay now. I'm going to go get dressed." She went back upstairs. Belarus sighed.

For once I'm actually glad you two are talking.