God I love you guys. You're awesome! :3 I feel like crap and I'm sicker than hell but I'm doing a chapter for you guys, since I got so many reviews. And this shall be 2000+! Whooo! Longest chapter I've ever done on its way!

I tried to make a picture of Russia by looking at a shot from the anime then going into paint and making a chibi picture… fail… on my dA if you really want to see it… lol… I'm supposed to be writing! *shifty eyes*

Teri Mikami: Yeah, that song does fit them. Now I'm listening to it, and thinkin. :3 Thank you, now I have another song on my 'Writing' playlist to listen to over and over again to. XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, I just own a necklace and a multitude of failed Hetalia drawings. One of these may be the cover of this story. I apologize if this offends you.

…lol enjoy

Chapter 33: The Rain Part 2 of 2

Krystine woke up from her thoughts to the sound of birds chirping, and what sounded like everyone getting their things into the car. Well… Everyone but Daniel and Prussia, since they had decided to stay here.

Krystine wanted to cry. But she had resolved that she would not be sad. As usual for her, being hurt as she was, anger came naturally for her. She would not go crying back to Russia like a child. She was going to act as if she wasn't hurt at all.

"Yo Krystine! Hurry up or we'll leave ya!" America called to her.

Krystine wiped the last of her tears from her cheeks, and sighed. She needed to go now. She grabbed her bag, and stormed into the car, her evident anger seemed to make the lakeside morning air colder than usual. Usually, when Krystine was angry, it dissipated in the next day or two. But this time… It was more. She couldn't believe what had happened, or why Russia would do that. Keeping her head raised, she gave him a cool glance, and stepped forward to get in the car-

….And promptly fell onto her face.

She felt the tears from last night threatening to come back when everyone looked at her amused. She stood up, brushing dust off her pants.

"Nice one, Chicka." Sammie giggled.

She just lifted her head and sat down in the back with the other three, and watched Taylor snuggling into Romano's lap while Italy murmured 'Ve' and leaned on her. She couldn't help but smile at the cute little Italian. If she wanted to date anyone sweet, Italy would be the one to date.

Her lips curled up into a grin. Perfect Revenge.

As soon as everyone was in the van, Sammie sped out of the area, "Second star to the right, straight on till morning!"

England laughed, "I did not realize you were a fan of Peter."

"PETER PAN PEANUT BUTTER!" She screamed on the top of her lungs.

"Seriously? Bloody hell, what is wrong with you?!" England growled at her.

"NOTHING IS WRONG WITH THE HERO'S GIRLFRIEND!"

"Everything is wrong with a girl who would date you, America." England laughed patronizingly.

While they fought, Krystine studied Italy, knowing what exactly to do.

She watched him resting peacefully, and touched his face, "Hey Italy..?"

He looked up at her worriedly, "VE! I'm sorry! I know some ladies don't like it when I'm too close! I didn't mean to!"

Krystine just looked at him with a smile, "Its okay."

Russia glanced back at her, watching her steadily. She felt her heart hurt, and ignored Russia, and leaned closer to Italy, "You can sleep on me whenever you want.."

Romano saw the interaction and growled lowly, watching Krystine closely, worried for his younger twin brother. His obvious look was of anger and annoyance.

Taylor tangled her fingers in Romano's and gave him a soft smile before turning back to watch Krystine with a knowing look.

Taylor quietly looked on as Krystine smiled at Italy, "Okay?"

"Vee! Yeah!" He snuggled into her side, and she smirked at Russia.

The rest of the ride was insanely tense..

When they arrived home, Krystine smiled at the big house in front of her, holding Italy's hand. Her plan had worked so far, and she led him into her room, and he became more nervous.

"follow me." She flashed him a soft smile, and internally grimaced.

He was nice….

"Ve!"

Just…

There was something wrong with him…

Krystine growled at Russia, stalking back to her room after they'd taken a walk, now covered in mud and soaked to the bone. "Don't follow me!"

Russia just silently followed her, smiling."Da."

"Do you ever listen to me?!" She asked him, glaring.

"No, da?"He smiled teasingly at her.
She glared at him, and quickly walked away, "I have to get changed." She opened the door and slammed it shut, things falling down off the walls.

Russia opened the door and sat in the chair."Krystine."

"Shut up Russia! You're making me angrier! You purposely pushed me into the river! And look, I almost drowned! And-" She pulled off her shirt, changing it for clean one.

"Krystine." Russia growled.

"NO! Listen!" She turned to glare at him to see that he was standing in front of her. It didn't faze her for long, "I'm going to get sick-"

His voice was deadly now,"Krystine."

She gulped,"W-What?"

He pulled her into a kiss, silencing her.

"Ahh! Ve! Don't cry! I didn't mean it bad!"

Krystine looked at him, and brought a hand to her face not realizing she was crying (Or that Italy was talking) until he had said that. "What?"

He sighed, "I can't be with you Krystine, Ve. You're really pretty and nice but… You like Russia… And I don't like…" He flushed.

Krystine's eyes widened, and she grinned. "You're gay! I knew it!"

Italy's face went bright red, "Ve… I-I have to go.." He raced from the room.

Krystine looked around the room, and sighed. She hated being so alone..

She gazed out the window, tired from what happened while at the beach house. She was so tired of everything being so impossible for her to control. She couldn't even make Russia jealous and angry with her back.

She couldn't cause him the pain that she was trying to.

She wanted him to want her back, and wish she was still his… But even that.. was impossible. If he didn't want her back, then she didn't either. There was no way to defeat it.

The feeling of loneliness was there with a deeper meaning now. She'd been lonely since her dad had died…. But with the loss of Russia… It was deeper than before.

She reached over and grabbed her journal and began to write.

Dear Dad,

You said that we'd go over each other's journals each year, and now its just me. I can't tell you how much I want you to be here with me, and how bad I want you to hug me and tell me its alright.

I found someone who's like you- he comforts me. And I turned him away… He may be the one for me, but I'm only fifteen so I don't know…

He's my first kiss, and he's slept beside me when I need someone to cling to. He knows about you. He makes me angry.

He's perfect in every single way. I just wish we hadn't broken up. He's amazing. He has a cute smile, a strong body, and is loving. I broke up with him…

I know dad. I'm stupid. INSANELY STUPID.

But… The way he makes me feel… I don't know… Its just… brand new for me?

He knows me so well, he defeats me when I'm trying to hide my feelings. He can see straight to my heart. He knows me, every bit and piece of me. He knows what I love, what I hate…

He knows everything about me, dad.

And I know nothing about myself around him, as cliché as that sounds. He knows what I need and what I want just by a glance..

It is painful, without him.

I'm too dependent upon him… I know dad.

But… Aren't people who love each other?

Wait. I said love again.

Dang it….. Dad… Why can't I be 6 years old again and have you make all my decisions for me?

Why can't I sit on your shoulders while you walk around, and we talk to each other?

Its painful, being alone…

Love. Its painful too. I know why you weren't able to stay with mom. I know why you two had to leave each other. Love, It seems, sucks.

Love you too,

Krystine

Tears rolled down her face, and she sniffled wiping her nose on her sleeve.

Krystine heard the door creak and she threw her journal at it, and heard a loud thunk.

"GO AWAY!" She growled. She glared at the wall, still wiping her face.

"Krystine…" His voice made her breath catch in her throat. She turned quickly, and looked up to see Russia.

"Y-You…" She breathed out, her eyes narrowing, "What are you doing here?! Get out of my room! I hate you!" She growled.

Russia was silent, before closing the door quietly.

Krystine growled again, "get out now! I don't want you here!" She threw her pen at him. It bounced off his shoulder, and she glared harder at him. "Don't you dare…"

He strode forward, and reached out to touch her arm. She let out a yelp and hit his hand.

He went still for a moment, and Krystine froze, almost feeling the anger radiating off of him. She began to back away.

He reached forward again, and threw her onto the bed, and pinned her down. "Krystine should know about my temper, Da? She should not test it.. I cannot control myself when I am angry…" He leaned closer to her ear, and she shivered, closing her eyes as his cool breath met her neck.

She twisted her body, trying to get away, "R-Russia…"

"You are very childish, and young. I do not want you learn from me, or anyone who is adult how to grow up. It is your responsibility to grow up. I do not want you to believe I am your only option." He studied her face with a sad look.

"I don't…." She protested.

He pressed a finger against her lips."Shh… Don't fight… I want you to grow up… Then… If you truly want to become one with Russia.." She could hear him swallow. "I will treasure you… and care for you… forever… Don't ask me to be yours now though. I don't want you to be tied down… You need to grow big and strong so you can conquer the world."

She looked into his eyes and smiled, "I understand…"

He seemed relieved.

"…That you are a true coward!" She got a hand around his head and crashed her lips into his," And damn it Russia, You know my temper too. Stop being an ass and be with me!" She growled, eyes flashing with anger.

He looked surprised, then contently amused, "Krystine…"

"You better say yes or I'm going to get pissed." She warned him, eyes staring straight into his.

He shook his head, "Krystine…. I cannot be with you…. I have to -"

She glared at him, "How could you?! You're so fucking thick! You don't hear anything but your own damn voice, and that's why I am always angry with you!"

Russia's grip on her wrists tightened, "Krystine…"

"No! I'm not shutting up this time! I'm tired of you running away from the situation and acting like nothing happened! We both know what happened! I didn't want you to keep acting like I was a child and you decided that meant that we're over! I'm tired of your crap! SO FUCKING TIRED!"

His grip tightened, and Krystine let out a muffled scream of pain, and a crack was heard. Russia's eyes widened, and he pulled away, and Krystine burst into tears, "Krystine…"

"Ju-Just go… Russia… Just go.." She held her wrist to her chest, crying.

He opened his mouth to reply, and Krystine gave him a vicious look, "LEAVE!"

Russia walked out of the room quickly. He closed the door behind him, and leant against the door. Her scream rang through his ears, and he felt anger and disgust for himself.

The one person he loved more than anything was hurt… By him.

Russia stayed at her door until he fell asleep.

*cries* I am so sorry! And yes, Russia did break Krystine's wrist. So, they were just about to make up and….

That pooped out of my damn brain.

Kill it with FIRE!

Review and tell me how much you think I sucked at portraying Italy. Lol hint hint