BFTL: Hey guys, Blue and Sisko here with some very sad news.

SEK: Yes. By the amount of reviews Wolf received last chapter, her ego grew to such an enormous size that it killed her.

BFTL: Yes, so to commemorate this tragic event, we shall have a moment of peace. *moment*

SEK: But happier side of things, this means that Blue and I can now take over the AN!

**Sisko and Blue Rule the Fangirl AN!- Day One**

BFTL: Yeah, so what does Wolf do in these anyways?

SEK: Well she usually thanks the reviewers, makes a comment and a joke, and then just lets the chapter roll.

BFTL: Sounds easy enough

SEK: Eh, a lot of thought go into these. But lucky for us, on her death dead, Wolf wrote a message to her readers. It reads:

Dear Readers,

Sorry that I have died on you. I had a computer scared last week (hence the late chapter) and it made me so weak, my ego killed me. Thankfully, the only thing lost was an hour or two of computer time. So chapters will be slower.

But on a happier note, I like how everyone in their reviews told me either their theories or shipping preferences. Oh, how I love making you guys squirm. But anyhow, I now know how surprising my plot twists are going to be and how many Sherry X Iceland (or Sherry X Sadiq) shippers I have out there. Yes, that was so part of my plan.

But on a more serious note, I want to verify something. I'm not hating on anyone with this story. The microsom is being done in a self proclaimed style of John Steinbeck. For those who never studied him, his writings (like Of Mice and Men and Grapes of Wrath) shined a mirror on society. It didn't necessarily tell the world what was wrong, but merely shows what the author sees.

The Fangirl shows what I see in the Hetalia fandom. Not all of it is pretty. I can't really go into anymore detail without spoiling my plot, so I'm going to give you guys a few hints. There is more than one kind of fangirl. Sherry is the insane fangirl. Which characters represent the other kinds of fangirls? Hint: They maybe cannon characters.

To make it fair, at the end of this story, I'll post a chapter explaining what everything represents. Deal?
I'll try to come back later as a ghost, but until then, Je vous aimes~!
-MidnasWolf

PS: Pimp with a Chainsaw, I must ask this: What the hell were you doing in a tux, writing a review?

Chapter Summary: Iceland proves himself to be a very useful asset and, perhaps, something more.
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual References, Angsty Themes (including suicide), Yaoi, Yuri, and OC X Cannon
Disclaimer: I own nothing but your souls.

~Chapter 7~

Iceland, You Cute and Sexy Little Thing!

"I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you."

– From the American Movie "Dirty Dancing"

Cycle 3: Tuesday

"So that's the only amount of screen time I'm allowed?" Iceland asked, harboring a glass of beer between his hands. It was after dinner hours and we sat at the underground bar, chatting at the bar like old friends. It was as busy as it usually was with nations chatting and playing pool. There was a soccer match on the television and many of them were avidly watching it, rooting for their favorite players.

My Nordic companion, for some reason, was very interested in the idea of his very existence only being in an anime. I would had figured at least some denial, but no he was taking this was supreme ease. If I didn't know better, I would say that he already knew the truth about this world.

Taking a small sip of bitter beer, I nodded. "You make an appearance at the beginning and end of the movie," I told him. "But for the TV series, that's all you have."

His interest was completely renewed. "There's a movie?" He asked, trying to not sound as excited as he really was. He leaned in a little closer, asking, "What is it about?"

I couldn't help but to smile. You know, he was actually kind of cute at times. Not the least bit annoying like Jerry was. Whenever he grew cute, it was usually when he started whining about the bullies in his class. Then Larry would snap at him to shut up. That would start an argument and then they would grow annoying until Mom told them to be quiet. Tracing the rim of my glass, I explained, "Well it's called Paint it White, and it's when aliens-"

"What are you two going on about?" I stiffened as Sadiq took the seat to my other side. I hadn't seen him since our little moment in the bell tower. He didn't show for any of his classes for the rest of the day. To me, it was as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth.

Iceland calmly took a long drink. "We're just talking about movies, Pops," he said simply. I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God, he wasn't about to tell Sadiq the truth. "Has Sherry ever told it to you? It really is fascinating." I spoke too soon.

I flinched and felt his amber eyes glaring at my back. They were more painful than the stab wound Belarus gave me. This was not going to go over well. The Turk's lips drew themselves into a thin line as an annoyed breath left his nose. He rubbed his hands over his face, saying, "Bartender Pangaea, give me a glass of your strongest stuff." The plump woman quickly obliged, giving us wary looks. We were pretty much the only ones in that bar not either playing pool or watching the game. Maybe she heard Iceland and I talk about the movie; that was a reasonable cause for suspicion.

Apparently the 'strongest stuff' the woman had was just mixing beer, vodka, whiskey, moonshine, and a splash of wine in a shaken blend. It looked as disgusting as it sounded. Yet, the moment she slid it over to him, the man brought it easily to his lips and took a long swing. It was gone in one gulp. Iceland and I couldn't help but to jump when he banged the empty glass back on the counter.

"Sherry?" He repeated, simmering with unmentioned anger. "Iceland, where did you get that name?"

The silver haired one laughed nervously and looked to the side. "She told me what has been going on," he muttered, sounding as though he didn't care.

"How does he stay so stoic?" I wondered, taking a sip of my beer. It burned the sides of my throat. For some reason, I thought that if I drank it enough, I would grow fond of its bitter taste like everyone else on this planet. So far, it wasn't working.

Sadiq grimace, blinking rapidly. "She has?" He asked, drumming his fingers on the counter. You know that tone of voice an adult would have when they are really mad at their child, yet are trying to be gentle about it? That was exactly how he sounded. "Sherry, can I have a word with you?" He pretty much ordered it; already leaving for the loneliest corner of the bar.

I'm screwed.

Muttering a prayer, I reluctantly stood and followed him. It was the longest walk of my life. As I dragged my feet on the ground, the hanging poker lamps flickered. I felt like I was a rogue mafia member on death row. "With what's in store for me, I might as well be," I thought grimly, noting his calculating glare. It was as if he was trying to concoct the best punishment for me. My sweat glands were on full blast and the back of my neck itched. When I was standing (and trembling) in front of him, I had the worst possible situation worked out in my head.

He was going to beat me, then skin me alive, hang me out the window for a few days before bring me back to life. Why? So that he could do it all over again. God, I hate that son of a-

"Do I have to spank you?" I stared at Sadiq. He asked it suddenly, giving me a quizzical look.

I could only give him a confused look. "What?"

With a completely neutral visage, he easily repeated himself, "Do I have to spank you?"

"Um. . ." Seriously, what am I to say to that? It's not as if I can just answer yes or no. I definitely wasn't going to say 'yes' but answering 'no' could cause him to actually do it. I peered at him curiously. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked. "Did that drink do something to you?"

Sadiq's face grew sterner. "I can hold my liquor perfectly fine," he snapped, actually sounding a bit cross. "I'm just wondering how I can get a simple message to stick in your head." Okay, now he was starting to sound like his usual self. "Because no matter what I do, you never seem to learn. You weren't suppose to tell anyone about this!"

I gulped and rolled up my sleeves. Alright Sherry, today you were going to prove to the world that you weren't being abused. You were not a mat to be walked on. You are not like that girl from that stupid book! "You never said I couldn't," I replied sharply.

"It's common sense. You can't be going around and doing stupid things all the time."

Shinatty strike me down, I could not help myself. "Stupid things?" I asked."You're the one randomly stage kissing peop-"

He slapped a painful hand over my mouth. "Shut it!" He ordered, glancing around. Of course, no one was paying us any heed. "I did that because I wanted him away so that you didn't get distracted."

In a muffled voice, I snapped, "Mom mimsihg me hasm gmhng hmo cmmse mmy hsthacmioms?"

Unsurprisingly, Sadiq understood muffle. "I knew that you'll get over it," he said. "And here's the fact: the kid is all over you now and I need you to keep your head and stick to the mission."

"Morrechon, he mowkes Meymhelles hot me," I muffled

"He has that look in his eye," other replied easily. "If anything, but telling him you're not her only made you more desirable." Was he making these things up.

I gave him a blank look. "Mhy?"

Sadiq- because he's just an expert at love (bullshit!) -was more than happy to educate me on why. "You're different now. You're exotic even. And guys like a feel of individuality in a woman. It's like the blue eye mystery." (Now he was just rambling). "Having blue eyes gives a human no favorable genetic mutations yet it spread rapidly throughout the world. The most logical reason on why is because both men and women found the trait to be attractive. Why? Because it was exotic. Do you understand that Sherry?"

I gave him another incoherent reply. This time, he didn't understand me. With a confused look, he peeled his hand away.

Giving a blank look, I pointed behind him. "Boyfriend, twelve o'clock."

Not a second later, Poland came up behind him and tightly hugged his waist. "Like, Turkey! Where have you, like, been?" He cried, ecstatically hugging him. "I've totally thought that you, like, got mixed up in something sketchy!"

I watched with interest as Sadiq's face first became hard. Then it melted away into something softer, more welcoming. Smiling to myself, I passed by them both, wishing him good luck. If he had anything more to say to me, I didn't hear it.

Iceland was giving me a funny look as I returned to him "Was Turkey pissed?' he asked, ordering another glass of beer.

I took my seat and gave a small shrug, saying, "He'll get over it, though-" Smirking, I motioned to Poland's flamboyant hugging "-I think his boyfriend's going to make him forget."

The Nordic smiled, petting the puffin on his lap. That thing was so freaking cute! I just want to hug it and call it Frederick. "When he's with Poland, I've never seen him happier," He said affectionately.

As Bartender Pangaea refilled my glass, I shook my head. "I don't see why they're together. They're total opposites. It's cracky."

"I don't think so." I gave him an odd look. There was a knowing, content look on his face as he thoughtfully observed the love birds. "I just see two people who bring out the best in each other. When you have a relationship like that, conflicting personalities don't matter." His gaze shifted to me, as if suggesting something.

That's right, because he has a crush on me. Right. I did my best to ignore him and concentrate on our subject of conversation. The Turk was telling something to his lover, bringing forth a joyous laugh. There definitely was something softer about him. "I guess you're right," I said, turning back to Iceland. He was still lovingly gazing at me. "Sadiq does seem happier around him."

The man blinked. "Sadiq?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you calling Pops that?"

A wave of nervousness shot through me. "Oh it's a nickname I gave him," I said. I bent over my glass, trying to hide my awkwardness. I was no fool to love; I knew how Iceland was going to take it. He was going to think that me calling the Turk that was a form of endearment.

Which was exactly what he did. The pale one bit his lip, thinking to himself. The dim lighting on the bar created a shadow over his face, blocking the upper half front view. "Can I have one?" He asked, his cheeks taking on a light red color. I raised an eyebrow. "Can I have a name like that, Sherry?"

Hearing my real name on his tongue made me blush too. It sounded different coming from him. He made sound as though it was a precious gem to forever be valued. It made me agree. "Alright, I'm going to call you-" Oh great, what was his human name again? "-Ari."

His blue eyes sparked with unfathomable joy. "Ari," he repeated, trying it out on his tongue. "I like it."

I couldn't help but to smile affectionately at him. Why did I find that so cute? I took a hand off my cold glass and held it out to him. "Well, Ari, welcome to Team Sue," I said. "I hope you're good at ruining other people's relationships since that's a prized talent among our ranks."

Ari looked down at my hand, a cool look on his face. There was a sadness to him when I mentioned the relationships, but he quickly covered it up with a large grin. Largely, he took my hand and shook it. "Glad to be part of it, Sherry."

Cycle 3: Wednesday

"Hello Seychelles." In the middle of the hall, I paused and turned to see Liechtenstein a few steps behind me. Like always, she looked cute with her petite stature and air. However, a small frown pinned her lips and her blue eyes gleamed with sadness. "Can I talk to you?" she asked, hands neatly folded in front of herself.

Hesitantly, I looked out the large glass windows. The face of the clock tower read the time to be fifteen minutes after the end bell rung. I was already late for England and France's council work. As is the way of avoiding Sadiq's wrath, I should have politely declined and continued on with my life. But that pitiful look on her face was too much for me to bear. So I nodded, saying, "Of course you can. What is it?"

The blond bit her lip, debating on the perfect wording. All the while, I glanced at the clock, monitoring my time. "Why did you break-up with Germany?" she burst suddenly. Just as I jumped back in shock, she covered her mouth.

I continued to stare at her, thinking, "Okay, how the hell do I get out of this one?" An array of lies drifted into my mind- all less likely than the last. When I reached the idea of convincing her that it was because Germany was a vampire, I just said 'hell with it' and gave her the censored version of the truth (and that never ends well for me, so why do I still do it anyways?).

"He was bringing me down," I explained gently, slowly inching away from her. "There are things I need to do right now."

"What are they?" she squeaked. Sweat dropped from my brow. I didn't expect her to ask that and by her expression, neither did she. I dumbly made an 'ah' sound as I tried to figure out a way to reply to that one. Liechtenstein pressed forward, adding, "You have been acting strangely lately. Is there anything you need to tell me? I promise that I won't tell anyone else."

So people, what is the best way out of this? I didn't know. The only solution that came to my mind was to just get her to stop talking. And no, I was not going to slash her across the face (violent children). I was going to lash out with my words. Quicker than a cracking whip, I snapped, "I just don't want to freaking date him anymore! Is there a freaking problem with that?"

Liechtenstein flinched, making me regret my words. That pained look on her face was enough to make grown men cry. "I'm sorry," she whispered quickly, holding her hands over her face. It was as if she was trying to block any physical attacks I might deal.

Guilt gripped my heart. Oh man, what did I do? She looked so scared, like a Harry Potter fan in a Twilight movie. Trying to be comforting, I took a slow step towards her and reached out with my hand. "Liechtenstein, I-"

Surprisingly, she swatted my hand away. True, it was rather weak, but it left a clear point. Stunned, I stood open mouthed as the blonde's eyes darted around for a means of escape. There was a look of sheer panic in her eyes. Seychelles's friend muttered something about Prussia before running past me.

That just left me alone- speechless. "Why did she look so afraid?" I wondered slowly closing my jaw. "It's as if she-"

"Hey Sherry." I turned to see Ari coming from the way Liechtenstein left. There was a passive, but interested look on his face and his navy-blue blazer hung over his shoulder.

Forgetting the girl, I scowled at him. "Don't call me that in public," I hissed fiercely, checking the clock again. Oh man, I was so late. "If anyone hears-"

"We're fine; the hall's empty." Ari had the smallest of smirks when my argument fell to pieces. When my shoulders heaved in defeat, the Icelander asked, "So Sherry, what's the plan?"

You know, it was nice to have a guy that was supportive of you. Well, Sadiq is but he's a prick so we really can't say much about that. Yeah, and he's the jackass. How could anyone ever forget that? Actually- to make sure you remember -I'll repeat it again.

Sadiq's the jackass.

Giving a light sigh, I started walking to the student council room, saying, "Right now I need to get the 'FrUk' to break-up."

"What does 'FrUk' mean?" Ari asked, following close to my side. There was a small, cute tilt to his head.

"It's a fan term to describe France and England as a dating couple." We stopped in front of the large door. Speaking of 'FrUk', I wondered whether they had their tongues in each other's mouths again. The very thought of it made me smile a perverted smile. Either way, I snapped back to reality. "So do you have any idea on how to do it?" I asked him.

Ari didn't give it a single moment of thought. "Hold this," he ordered determinedly, handing me his blazer. I took a step back as he rolled up his white sleeves and messed up his hair.

Then, the most entertaining thing happened.

Without knocking, the Nordic banged the door open. As expected, the blond were having a moment. And by moment, I mean that England was sitting straddled on France's lap, his face totally uke-ified with France's hand in his unzipped slacks. Quickly, I covered my nose. I felt a nosebleed coming.

"France you cheating bastard!" Both of their faces read of shock and embarrassment as Ari angrily marched over to said man. He slapped him across the face, saying, "You told me that you were breaking up with your whore of a boyfriend!" At this point, I was starting to feel a bit sorry for France. He had the most confused expression on his face. And his British boyfriend was only looking more and more pissed by the second.

Still, the Icelandic man ranted, "I was a fucking fool to believe a slut like you! I never want to see you again!" Then he promptly slapped him again, turned on his heels, and marched out. There was a small smirk on his face as he slammed the door behind himself.

There was a moment of silence on both sides. On the 'FrUk' side of things, the men were in that state of processing what just happened. On my side of things, I was left in a stunned state whereas my friend was waiting for me to say something.

That was bloody genius (why didn't I think of that?). It was so perfectly executed- someone as flawed as me could never have pulled that off. Just when the noise of England yelling at France met my ears, I cracked up laughing. "That was amazing!" I exclaimed, handing Ari his blazer. "That . . . oh God, how did that even work?"

Ari politely chuckled. "All I did was light the fuse," he said. "Everyone knows they've been having relationship issues."

My ears perked. "Really?"

He gave me one of those 'you have to be kidding me' looks. "You didn't know that?" he asked. All I could do was shrug. He explained, "England and France have been in a strong relationship for a very long time now. Unfortunately, with every year, England grows more wary of France's wandering eye. He's always accusing him of cheating on him and being straight and stuff."

"Yeah-" The very Brit we were talking about busted the door open. Pissed as shit, he slammed it shut and stormed by us without as much as another glance. I noticed the glint the light made when it hit his tears.

I felt bad. This was more than just a ruined pairing, this was real life emotions. These were real people who were in a real relationship. And freaking shit, I just smashed it to pieces with a sledge hammer. As the sound of France pacing and cursing his idiocy passed through the door, I couldn't help but to look down in pain.

Ari peered at me for a second before jumping into advantage mode. He quickly cupped my cheeks and pointed my face upwards. Giving me the world's most loving smile, he asked, "Sherry, is something wrong? Do you want me to apologize?"

I shook my head. "No, I just . . ." Words failed me. Instead, I just shook my head. "The only thing left to do is win one of their hearts and get that stupid kiss."

I watched as the silver haired man looked down in disappointment. I knew why - freaking Larry could tell you why and he's God awful with relationships. Like Bella's stepsister has a total crush on him and he freaking friend-zoned her. Is that harsh or what? I feel sorry for the poor sap.

Amazingly, Ari once again caught me off guard. His expression cleared up faster than a mud stain with oxy clean and gained a goofy smile on his face. "I have an idea!" He announced, barely containing his excitement.

The ends of my lips curled upwards. "Well, what is it, Sherlock?"

The Nordic released me and started running down the hall, towards the boy's dorms. "Just be ready for the prom tomorrow night!" He called out. "I'll pick you up at 9, alright? Don't attempt anything until then!"

"Why?" I yelled back, but he didn't hear me. He had already turned the corner and was no doubt skipping down the stairs like a little girl.

I sighed. Some strange sane part of me told me that this was not going to end well. As per my instructions, I readjusted the bag on my shoulder and gave up for the night. I started my lonely walk to the dorm, muttering curses under my breath. For some odd reason, I felt as though someone was watching me. Correction, I could feel Sadiq watching me.

With that thought, I ran as fast as I could to my room. The minute I was inside, I locked the door and window.

Cycle 3: Thursday

It was nine on the dot when Ari knocked on my dorm door. I jumped from my spot at the desk and rushed to answer it. Like the previous cycles, I wore the elegant blue dress and styled my hair in the low, curly pigtails. It was a nightmare trying to replicate them, but since Liechtenstein was still upset, she didn't come over to help. I kind of deserved that one, didn't I?

Anyways, when I opened the door, I saw Ari dressed in a slick black suit over a blue dress shirt. The only possible word I could use to describe him was sexy. I mean, he was the downright definition of it. You could go on urban dictionary and he would be one of the examples.

My face flushed with heat when I saw him. Similarly, his turned a light shade of pink. "Wow, Sherry, you look great," he breathed, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"You look better," I replied, my eyes traveling down the length of his body. Oh Shinatty, so sexy. . .

Ari coughed, bringing his emotions under control. Stoic freak. "Well, um, I'm nothing compared to you." Before I could make another remark, he glanced at his watch. "The prom is about to start," he said. "We should be going."

Like a gentleman, he held out his arm for me. Feeling my cheeks grow redder, I hooked my arm with his. Our whole trip there, we were silent. That was lucky since I was giving myself the mental scolding of a lifetime. "Sherry Agatha Sue, would you please get a hold of yourself?" I demanded. "You should not be getting all worked up over Ari!"

"But he's really sweet," The hopeless romantic side replied. "And kind. France and England could never do these kinds of things for me."

I wanted to bang my head against something blunt. "They're anime characters!" I screamed. "They all are awkward with romance! That's what makes a good OTP!" This brought me to the idea of how they're all so perfect in reader insert stories. Like seriously, how is it possible?

If you know the answer, would you please give me a call? Please, this is killing me nearly as much as the shea butter question.

"Sherry, we're here." My friend's voice brought me back to reality. I would have to finish that self argument later. We were outside the school's ballroom. It felt like forever since I last been here. Like before, IT WAS FREAKING HUGE! The clock watching over the nations read it to be a little past nine.

Looking at it, I couldn't help but to gulp. As we entered the mob of people, I whispered, "Ari, what is your plan?"

All he did was smile knowingly. "Dance with me," he urged. There was a calm soothing attribute to it. It was hypnotizing. I forgot about my mission. Surely, I could spend just a little time dancing with the man.

You know that little voice in your head that said do one thing yet you do another? Like when you see a tray of cookies. That voice tells you to eat just one yet you still eat the majority of them. Yeah, that little voice spoke in my head. "Just for five minutes."

Ari took my hand and led me to the center of the dance floor. In a convenient manner, the DJ switched the tune to something slow paced and intoxicating. He placed his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders. We swayed with the crowd, just enjoying each other's presence. We didn't need to speak- the glint in his blue eyes was enough for me.

The songs changed and we never stopped dancing. Even when the beat was something from Ke$ha, we swayed to our own waltz music. For some odd reason, I was softly smiling. I didn't know why, but I couldn't stop. I was just so in love with-

Whoa, whoa! Hold it, Sherry Sue! You are not going to turn on the Mary-Sue switch just yet! Reconsider that sentence fast!

Fine.

I was just so in love with the 'FrUk'. Yeah, the 'FrUk' is good. Oh so deliciously good.

"Sherry?" I looked up at Ari. My face told him to be careful with my name, but my eyes wanted to know what he wanted. The Nordic hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "Are you happy here?"

I shrugged. "It's kind of hard to be," I answered. "But yeah, I guess I am." Why was this reminding me of that scene from Beauty and the Beast?

His blue eyes met my brown ones in a whirl of emotion. There was a hesitance when he asked, "What if I told you that I love you?" I stared up at him, mouth in a 'o'. Shit, I should have seen that one coming. I needed a lie!

When I didn't say anything, Ari desperately took my hands in his. "Because I really love you," he said. "And I don't care what kind of baggage you may have; I want to spend more time with you!"

Guess what? France was watching.

My God, France was watching the whole fluff moment.

Calmly, the blond clapped his hands together, ruining the tension between us. "Break it up!" He declared, entering father mode. He literally tore us apart, making sure that I was at least five feet away from the Nordic.

I gave him a confused look. "Papa, what are you-" I was promptly cut off by him snapping his fingers at me. I closed my mouth. That must have been the French way of ordering someone to shut-up. Pretty effective, don't you say?

Ari did his best to act innocent: trying to smile and sound as innocent as possible. Sweating a river of fear, he asked, "France, is there a probl-"

The object of our distress wrapped a threatening arm around his shoulder. "It's really no problem at all," he said, grinning evilly. "It's just that I find you dancing with my daughter right after you make up lies about me to England. I think it's about time you and I had a little chat."

From what I had seen in movies (not personal experiences), this is the part where the father threatens the boyfriend a long and painful death if he even tried to break the V-Wall. It was not going to be pretty. Sensing the atmosphere, I slowly inched away, abandoning my Nordic friend. Stealthy, I passed by the food tables, pouring myself a paper cup of punch. "This sucks," I thought grimly, taking a long drink. Immediately, I choked and spat it back into the flimsy container. "Who the hell would spike the punch with vodka?"

"I really hate how un-awesome you are right now." I jumped, noticing Prussia was suddenly standing by my side. Beneath his formal dress, there was an air of anger about him. Oh boy.

Uncertain, I grinned weakly. "How's that?"

The albino roughly placed his hand on my head and pointed my gaze at Ari. In nothing more than a growl, he explained, "When Germany saw you and Iceland dancing with each other, he un-awesomely ran out and now I have no idea where he is."

I admit, I felt a little bad for the German; with him being depressed and everything. "But what does that have to do with me?" I asked.

Prussia pressed his lips into a tight line. Anyone in a ten foot radius could feel the anger boiling under his skin. "He's a depressed man who's given up with his life," he said. "Think about it."

That's when it hit me faster than a soft ball during gym. Have any of you ever had one hit your face straight on? Let me tell you, there is nothing 'soft' about it.

A cold fear clenched my whole being as it dawned on me. Germany was going to attempt suicide again. I couldn't let him do that! If I did, then I was nothing short of being his murder. "We have to find him," I said, eyes already darting from the prom. So far, there was no obvious head of greased hair. "Where do you think he can be?"

If Prussia was glad for my help, he didn't show it. Instead, his crimson eyes retained its serious glint as his mouth curved in a frown. "I've checked anywhere I thought he might be. The awesome me is at a lost." So it was up to me now.

Biting my lip, I thought of every possible place. Above me, the bells chimed the time to be eleven o'clock. That was not a good number. "Where the hell did all of my time go?" It occurred to me that I should just let this cycle go, that way everything would just reset itself. But what if once Germany killed himself he didn't come back? And that would still mean that I killed him. No, I had to help him. But where the hell could he be? "Let's split up," I suggested. "You take this floor and I'll take the second story. I'll take the even floors and you can have the odds."

The albino nodded, quickly running off to his mission. I took a second to steal one last glance at Ari and France. The blond was still in the middle of his fatherly protection rant. Ari looked scared to death. It was best not to disturb them.

I ran out the ballroom and up the staircase. My head was reeling with panic. This was unlike anything I had ever dealt with before. No one tells you how to deal with a suicidal man. No one tells you how to deal with half the stuff I've been through already. Then again, Sadiq has been trying to guide me. Every time I reached a state of uncertainty or false security, he was always there to punch me back to reality. "But that does nothing for me," I thought, pushing a door open. It was empty.

Feeling another wave of disappointment, I continued down the hall in a frantic search. Somehow, I started calling out his name. Maybe if he heard me, he would stop and come out into open. Of course, I had no idea what the hell I'll do after that, but that wasn't my main concern. I had to just find him. "Germany!" I called out, running even after. "Germany!"

Another voice responded, "Seychelles!" The only problem was that it was not the man. In fact, it sounded very much like a grown woman. Hesitating, I turned to see the last person I would have expected. It was Belgium, picking up her skirts as her blond curls bounced with every step.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, checking behind her for her psycho girlfriend.

The Flemish speaker smiled, giving off the air of kind maturity. "I came to help you find Germany," she explained. Okay, how the hell did she know that he was missing? Maybe it was my obnoxious screaming.

I stared at her. "Why?"

"It's partially my fault that he's like this, you know?"

No, I didn't. But we were running out of time. Explanations were going to have to wait. Hastily, I nodded. "Search the fourth story," I ordered. "He's threatening to kill himself again." Belgium's eyes flickered with grief once again before she ran off to do as she was told.

Picking up my skirts again, I ran a few yards further until I reached the next classroom. With a loud thud, I slammed the door open. I saw someone, but once again, it wasn't Germany. Instead, I laid my eyes on England.

He sat on top of a desk by the window. He hugged his legs closed to his chest, dressed in his school uniform. His vibrant green eyes used to be staring at the full moon but now they rested on me. "Seychelles, what are you doing here?" he asked, sounding tired and confused. "Why are you panting?" As if that wasn't a weird observation to make . . .

Still, I did my best to slow my breathing. "I'm looking for Germany. Have you seen him?"

The Brit shook his head. "No, I have not." He paused. "Is there a problem?"

I couldn't waste anymore time. Already backing away, I shook my head. "No. I better be-"

"Can you wait here for just a second?" He asked suddenly. There was no sense of urgency to him, only that numb sadness. That tone made me forget my troubles and linger. I watched silently as England returned to gaze to the moon. It cast a dim, pale light into the room. It shone off his messy blond hair and pooled at his feet. "I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, Seychelles."

My heart skipped a beat. This smelled oddly like a love confession. If I got that kiss, then I could end this cycle and Germany would not die. I stood still as I waited for him to continue. Please let it be that.

England ran his hand through his hair, saying, "There are a lot of things that haven't been making sense lately. Like why would you break up with Germany? Why would that bloody frog suddenly cheat on me? Then it occurred to me: Seychelles; you, France, and Iceland have been plotting something behind my back." Saywhat? As I tried to even process what he just said, the blond looked at me with pitiful desperation. "Can you please just tell me what this is all about?" he pleaded. "I don't want to be left in the dark any longer."

He waited for me to respond. Like always, I couldn't just tell him to truth! He would never believe me. But I had to say something. My lips knitted together as I tried to form coherent words. "Well, er . . .you see here, um, I-" I was saved by the bell.

A bell that sounded a lot like Estonia.

The Baltic nearly ran into me. He was caught in a state of hysteria, face flushed and breathing heavily. The black suit he wore was wrinkled and his glasses were crooked. Surprised, I took a step to the side, allowing England a full view of him. The blond placed gave him a concern look, folding his legs off the desk. "Estonia, is something wrong?' he asked. "You look distraught."

Panting heavily, the nerd told him, "Pres . . . I saw . . . Germany. . . bell tower . . . threatening to . . ." I didn't need any more.

Faster than an anime troll on a Naruto video, I pushed him aside and ran down the hall. I ignored their cries of confusion and the ever weakening feeling in my legs. As I pounded up the staircases, I felt a burning sensation in my lungs. My body was wearing out, I had to rest. But I refused to. I had to stop this atrocity before it happened.

I found the tower's base and climbed up the stairs. My heels were being abused to death with all of this running. It wasn't all that surprising when one of the heels broke. Half way up, I fell flat on my face, feeling my face blaze with pain. But it wasn't midnight yet- I was not dead. Groaning, I lifted myself up. "Germany!" I yelled, ripping my shoes off my feet. I had to stall him. "Don't do it!"

The last shoe gone, I continued my journey up. Why didn't I remove them earlier? It was much easier to run on my bare feet then my heels. I called out his name again and breached the open trap door. Immediately, I was met with a blast of cold air. I paused and took a breath in awe. The moon's light made the giant bells gleam in a surreal way. They glimmered magnificently as they waited for their turn to ring.

More wind blew on to me, causing me to shiver. Folding my arms over my chest, I searched for the German. He wasn't hard to find. He stood at the edge over the grass quad, right by the pillar I was tied to. He was partially looking back at me with an unbelieving expression. "Seychelles, what are you doing here?" he asked, blue eyes glowing in the dark.

I gulped. What the hell do I say now? "Don't kill yourself," I said gently, approaching him slowly. When he flinched and inched closer, I was forced to pause. "It's not worth it."

"Yes it is!" There was a twinge of anger in his voice. "I can't stand all this pain!" That was when it occurred to be that in this universe, straighties were treated like gays were back in mine. Which if none of you knew what that was, go freaking read a newspaper. Either way, a sickening feeling bubbled in my chest.

"Who cares what other people think?" I demanded. "What matters is what you think of yourself!"

"And I must be someone worthless to have lost you!" Well, that backfired significantly. And it was the only argument I had. Unless . . .

Fiercely, I pounded my hand over my chest. "I'm not worth it, Germany!" I spelled out every syllable, drilling it into his brain. "I'm an arrogant, worthless slut! I'm not worth killing yourself over!" I beckoned him over to me. "If you would just move away from the edge-"

"You gave my life a meaning, Seychelles!" Germany turned his back to me and brought his toes over to the edge. "Without you in it-"

Anxiety chained me in my spot as I yelled, "You're brother still lovesyou, Germany!"

"And so does Seychelles!" Ari ran through the trap door, breathless and determined. I stared at him. What was he doing? How did he know this was going on? The Icelandic man's eyes roared with an unspoken fire, contrasting with his icy body. "She's madly in love with you!" He continued, ignoring the confused glances I was giving him. "Seychelles broke up with you because she thought that you would be better off without her."

For once, I quickly caught on to the act he was playing. Nodding, I added, "That's right. I thought that you deserved better. I didn't want to hold you down." Germany tensed, but seemed ready to back away from the edge. Ari looked at me and gave me a curt nod. I had to sell myself a little better.

Taking a deep breath, I felt the tears I'd been holding back come to my eyes. They clouded my vision and overflowed. "And I still love you," I cracked through my choked throat. How ironic; I work so hard to be away from him yet here I am, changing my mind. God must be laughing as hard. "So please, don't do this to yourself. I love you."

Jackass (mainly Sadiq), wherever you are, I hope you are driven to tears with that performance. If not, I hope that you die a long and painful death.

Germany - at last - started to ease away. "I love you too," he whispered, turning to meet us. There was a stream of tears falling down his cheeks. My heart lightened when he took his first step towards me.

Then karma had to be a bitch.

Germany's foot slipped and he fell backwards.

Ari and I screamed as he went over the edge. A terror that I had never known clutched every ounce of my being. "Germany!" I cried, running to the edge. I didn't know why; I didn't want to see the body. The Nordic was right by my side as we looked at the dark ground. The sight was a life saver.

Germany was hanging a floor below us by a single man's hand. For the first time that week, I felt grateful for Sadiq's existence. Half his body was out the window as his arm made the line that save the blond's life. I noticed Poland's hands hanging onto his waist, making sure he didn't slip. Relief flooded me. All I could think was, "He's not dead. Thank God, he's not dead."

Ari's face was full of overflowing joy. "Pops, you . . ."

Sadiq looked up at us, frowning deeply. "You two are screwed when I get up there!" He yelled, face turning red with anger and stress. "I swear to God, I'm going to personally make you wish that Russia was the one who kill you instead!"

Ari and I exchanged grins as he started pulling Germany up. We both knew that this was not going to be pleasant. But we couldn't give a damn about it. "I guess that solves that," I said, watching the Turk grunt and pulling him closer and closer up. Poland said something indistinct, but it sounded like an encouragement. I looked at my partner and asked, "But how did he know to be there?"

The Icelandic beside me shrugged. "Probably the same way I knew," he explained. "Prussia ran into the prom, stole the microphone, and demanded everyone's help. Most of us came to assistance."

I moved away from the edge, turning my gaze up at the sky. I could tell that we were nowhere near any city; there were too many stars in the sky. It reminded me of the summer nights when Dad was actually home. He would take Jerry, Larry, and I camping in the mountains. We would be up all night, just gazing at the small orbs in the velvet sky.

Shaking the memories from my eyes, I asked, "And how did you know that we were up here?"

He sat next to me, invading my personal bubble. I didn't care, I wanted to be by someone. "Something just told me to start searching this part of this school and I just heard you yelling." What a normal reason. It was laughable, compared to the outcome it had.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a long minute, listening to my mentor as he lifted Germany though the window. I continued to look at the sky, enjoying the wonders it had to offer. The moon especially hung high on the dome, large to the naked eye. Perhaps that was Bella Moon, congratulating me on doing something right. Sort of. I had help- a lot of it.

"You never answered my question," Ari said, quick and soft. I turned to him, seeing him gaze out to the milieu. His eyes, unlike mine, concentrated on the green hills and forest stretching before us. This academy was completely secluded from the rest of the world. "On whether or not you returned my feelings."

I stared at him, unsure of what to say. He's only known me, Sherry Sue, for less than a week. And I only knew him for the same. Yet, there was a bond between us. It was founded on a fascination, but built on a secret. My secret. Through everything, Ari had been there for me when I thought I was alone. Every time.

But this was why reader inserts were always unrealistic. I was Sherry and he was Iceland. I was a human and he was a nation. I wasn't even part of this universe! There was no way for him to receive his wish.

It was sad: the fangirl had more sense than he did.

Slowly, I entwined my fingers with his cold ones. It killed me to see his face brighten with hope of me saying 'yes'. "I really like you too," I whispered, not able to meet his eyes. "And I want this to happen, but I'm not Seychelles." That was when his face fell into dismay. "This cycle is going to end soon and then you would have never met me. You would have never felt anything for me-"

Ari smashed his lips into mine. This was a full out kiss, like the ones Germany used to always give Seychelles. I didn't move for a second, not quite realizing that it was happening. But when I did, I melted into it. I brought my hand to the back of his head and tangled my fingers into his hair. We were at it for a long moment.

I more than liked it, I loved it. This was everything I wanted in a first kiss (consented kisses at least): a romantic setting, a guy who really loved me. But one grave thought never left my head, "This is Seychelles's body. We're violating her body."

But I didn't let him see it. When we drew away, I was smiling softly. Ari somberly took my hands and held them to his lips. "I want you to listen to me," he ordered, his warm breath contrasting his cold skin. "I will always love you, Sherry. Every time you have to repeat everything, I want you to find me. I want you to re-explain everything to me. I swear, I will believe you. Understand?"

"Yes." I felt another spout of tears over come me. This time, it was tears of happiness. I suddenly didn't feel half as alone. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him close to my heart. The force sent him onto his back, causing me to lie on top of him. I kissed his cheeks again, repeating "I swear I will" in a happy chant.

Ari held me for a long minute, drowning in whatever emotions he may be feeling. I heard him mutter something about me smelling a lot like shea butter, but it was irrelevant to our joy. Eventually, I rolled off him and help him to his feet. "Let's get going," the silver haired man suggested, taking my hand in his. "Pops is probably ready to skin us."

I smiled and readily followed him. Lost in the moment, I became engrossed with how cold his hand was.

Then the midnight bells started chiming.

The monster works of metal starting ringing, roaring loudly across the school. We released our grip and slapped our hands over our ears, trying to block out the noise. I wish I hadn't. A bronze bell swung strongly and knocked into me. With nothing to stop me, I fell forward and to what was supposed to be the ground. Instead, as rotten fate would have it, I went right through the trapdoor.

My world became a spinning, painful mess. There was pain everywhere as I tried to find my bearings. I crashed through something and found myself falling through open air. Then, rather abruptly, my world went black.

Cycle 3: The Void

"You bitch!" After the spinning feeling one receives from being socked in the face disappeared, I realized that I was back in the void. I was lying on the black ground as Seychelles straddled herself on top of me. Tears were in falling from her eyes as she raised her fist again. I had half a second to cry out as she made contact again. My nose couldn't stand the pain and broke. Tears of my own formed as I howled in pain.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, tasting metallic blood in my mouth. It really didn't disturb me- when I was little, I would get constant nose bleeds. I grew an eventual tolerance for it. In a way that totally wasn't vampirish, I was sort of sad when my tonsils were removed, curing me of the problem.

Seychelles clamped her smooth hands over my neck. She squeezed and I felt my airways restrict. "How can you do such a thing?" she demanded, growing hysterical. "You were supposed to have gotten it this time!"

The corners of my vision grew fuzzy as my need for oxygen grew fiercer. Through a weak, captured voice, I asked, "What . . . are you . . . talking . . .'bout?" She looked at me with anger and confusion, and then released me. I immediately started coughing, filling my lungs back with air.

I had a hand over my aching neck. A broken nose, bruised face, and neck: that was the most injuries I had ever received. "I'm surprised Sadiq hasn't given me worse." I thought in grim humor.

The African nation lifted herself off of me and started pacing. In a distracted voice, she explained herself. "I only allowed you to break-up with Germany because I thought that you might have the balls to actually get it done. But what do you do? You throw yourself at Iceland! In my body! In what universe does that make sense?"

Grimacing, I wiped my forearm over my blood covered face. I probably only made it smear, but hey; I felt like a bad ass doing it. Using the most sense I had that day, I sneered, "Well if people would stop keeping secrets from me I might actually be prepared for half the things that's been thrown at me!"

She snapped quickly, "Like what?"

"Like what's your story with Germany? I demanded. "Why is he suicidal?"

Seychelles sighed. Testily, she sat on the ground in front of me, folding her legs under her dress. She sat in that sexy, princess way with legs together and stretched out beside you. "I guess you deserve to know," she said, sounding tired and stressed. Thus began her long story.

Apparently, a just as the school was starting, Seychelles became friends with Germany. She knew he was straight, but she thought she was a lesbian like everyone else. She even had a crush on Liechtenstein. "I guess that explains my woman crush on her," I thought, first hearing the news.

However, all the other nations turned against the openly straight ones. What started could only be described as bullying. Liechtenstein was constantly ganged up on, Prussia had his dorm vandalized, and Germany was openly mocked and beaten. Eventually, it became too much.

One day, Seychelles saw Germany at the top of the bell tower and ran to stop him. When she confronted him, he confessed to having made a big mistake. He tried asking Belgium out and she said no. What was worst, the whole school was already haranguing him about it. To him, there was no point in living anymore.

Just as he was about to jump, Seychelles made a split second decision. She confessed her 'love' to him, begging him to continuing living.

"And we've just been together since," she finished, picking at the ends of her pigtails. "I've never broken up with him because I was afraid he would return to that state of depression." A weak giggle danced under her breath. "And I was right."

I bit my lip. So that was why Germany ranted on about Seychelles only feeling pity for him and how Belgium played a role in this. I confess, I felt horrible. I felt like the world's biggest asshole that ever existed. Still, I had to ask, "Do you even love him?"

Seychelles shrugged. "I do and I don't." Her brown orbs shone with melancholy when she added, "I really have grown to love Germany, but at the same time it's impossible to. How can you truly love someone when you're forced to feel a certain way?" That was one of the deepest things I had ever heard.

The bleeding in my nose trickling down to nothing, I was free to hug my legs. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I shouldn't have done what I did."

To my surprise, the girl shook her head. "No, I'm glad you did," she responded. "You saved Germany's life." She looked away and added in a mutter, "Why do you have to be so perfect?"

My ears perked up, "What did you say?"

Seychelles only smiled kindly. "Can you make friends with Iceland again?" she asked. "He was a big help and I kind of enjoyed his presence."

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Wait a second. You punched me because I was with Iceland but now you want me to hook up with him again?"

Sadly, my body's owner was already starting to fade away. Still smiling, she barely had enough time to explain, "I said be friends, not have sex with him. This is my body."

Before I could respond, that falling sensation returned. And I was falling

and falling

and falling

and falling

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Cycle 4: Monday

This time when Lady Gaga started singing, I automatically sat up. My injures were gone, but every inch of my body ached. Grimacing, I cracked my neck, trying to regain the feeling there. I could not help but to moan a pitiful "ow."

"Serves you right."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Of course he was here. "Sadiq, are you always going to be in here?" I demanded, glaring sharp daggers at the man.

He shrugged, leaning back in his usual chair. "It's part of my job," he stated simply. Yeah, like waking up in a teenage girl's room was 'part of the job'. Putting that aside, I noticed how much better he looked compared to last cycle. There was a peppy tone to his voice, as if he was happy for the new start. At least he wasn't about to kill Ari and me anymore.

Oh God, Ari.

"I have to talk to him," I thought determinedly, jumping from my bed. I yelped, feeling a wave of pain sting my nerves. "What the hell?" I gasped, feeling a bit of my world spin. "Why am I hurting?"

Sadiq took a swing of his apple juice filled metal container, saying, "Well, Sherry, you did die a rather painful death."

I put aside my pain and made my way to the closet. Ignoring his presence, I stiffly pulled on the nearest red jumper. "How did I die?"

The Turk shrugged. "I'm not quite sure. You fell down a flight of stairs, went out the third story window, and landed in the school's fountain. You either broke your neck, fell to your death, or drowned." Another drink. "Take your pick."

I shook my head, pulling my shoes on. "Why are you so casual about this?" I asked, reaching for the door. Before I could touch the knob, I felt someone holding my arm. Turning, I saw my mentor glaring at me, a tight frown on his face.

"Where are you going?" He demanded, not sounding pleased.

I lied, "I'm getting started on our mission-"

He rolled his honey eyes. "Sherry, stop lying to me. I want you for once to actually take this seriously-"

A small fire sparked inside of me. Stubbornly, I yanked my arm away, glaring at him. "I have something I have to do," I snapped, marching to the door. I had half a second to glorify his stunned face before he demanded that I explained myself. Instead, I ran as fast as I could down the hall, to the cafeteria.

The run felt good. Even with the dull pain coating me, I felt free and alive. After a minute or two, I entered the large tabled filled room. Ari was easily sitting by himself, puffin sitting on his lap.

Smiling brightly, I dashed up to him, calling his country name. His blue eyes looked at me with confusion. "Hi Seychelles," he greeted, obviously confused. It only grew worse when I took a seat right in front of him. "What are you doing?"

With as much happiness any one person could bear, my whole story spilled from my lips. With each word, I grew more and more excited. I wanted Ari to be by my side again. "Perhaps this is love," I thought, finishing my tale with the events at the clock tower. "Always wanting to be with someone."

But I did not know what love truly was until Iceland scowled, saying, "That is the craziest bullshit I've ever heard." My heart dropped and I further tried to explain myself. Each attempted ended with a similar statement until he finally just stood abruptly and left.

I sat in my spot, feeling my hope shatter like delicate glass. Reality seemed to have hit me hard in the jaw. Ari was not going to believe me, he never was. What I had with him that one time was literally a once in a lifetime chance. I could hear Sadiq's voice in my head, demanding that I forget him.

But absence makes the heart grow fonder.

And Ari was forever absent from me.

BFTL: Hey Sisko, something just occurred to me.
SEK: What?
BFTL: If we're the ones in the AN and something the readers don't like happens in the story, does that mean that they'll kill us?
SEK: Don't be ridiculous, they aren't that stupid.
BFTL: Dude, aren't they reading a Fan fiction?
SEK: I take offense to that. But I see your point.
Look guys, in Wolf's defense, when she was coming up with the plot, she didn't think that Ari would be a very popular character. Luckily, he is set to return in a few chapter, so hang in there.
BFTL: Yes. But ain't it sad how we're half way through the story already? At least there's a sequel.
SEK: Blue! We weren't suppose to tell people that!
BFTL: You mean that Wolf didn't tell them that this was going to be a series of fanfictions? Shoot. Then I should probably take down the poll in our profile asking people what they think of it, shouldn't I?
SEK: *facedesk. Idiot. . . .and remember to review. Don't worry about killing any of us, Wolf was the only one with an ego to inflate.

Funfacts

"Sherry Agatha Sue" Lame full name.

"A bell that sounded a lot like Estonia" In case you were confused, Estonia told England about Germany because he's the student council president. Apparently, Miss Pangaea isn't good enough.

Next Chapter: The stakes are raised and Sherry deals with her new lost love.

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