This is going to be a short chapter consisting of 3 parts. They all start with the last time the character was seen.
Thanks to:
StarGazer453(I won't drop this fanfiction! I promise!) and EVERYONE!
No, really. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia or Kaliningrad. But Yelena is my character. If you want to use her then ask me first please.
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Belarus's POV
Belarus was infuriated. She knew she should be by her brother's side, but she couldn't stomach being near that little liar. That girl goes and misleads her future husband with the lie that she was his daughter and just expects him to be fine with the truth! No, she would pay for her lies; she would pay for making Ivan sad.
Natalia walks down the street. It was raining. She quickly heads to her hotel room, in the same hotel as Ivan. She grabs her clothes and extra knives. Everyone knew she carried a knife on her at all times, but little did they know how many knives she carried with her. She had to be careful, lest someone threaten or steal her brother.
She decides to put on all of her knives. Two on the inside of her thighs, two on the outside of them, one in each boot, a dagger up each arm on the shoulder, and a flip knife hidden inside the cuff of her dress sleeve on her right arm. She was ready to go.
Belarus walks out of the hotel looking as normal as possible. She headed for the train station, she hated planes. She walks there through the rain with determination. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't catch all the stares she was getting.
"Little brat! She will pay. No one will be able to stop me. No one. Not even Ivan. I'll finish this quickly. I'll slice her throat." She mutters to herself.
When she arrives at the train station she suddenly realizes that she doesn't know where Yelena would be. So determined to do something, she boards a train to Moscow. She would at least talk to her brother. Her husband. Soon.
Natalia sits down on the train and pulls a wedding planning magazine to read on the trip to Russia. She had just picked out a dress and was about to order it when the train hit the Germany and France borderline. She goes through customs without a single buzzer going off. Her passport checked out. Of course it did, it had to. She was a country after all.
Once she was in Germany she had an urge to kill every albino she saw, which weren't that many.
'Not now….Later. You can hear his screams later.' She tells herself. She sits down again and pulls out her magazine to find that dress again. She arrived in Russia after passing through Poland and her own country by nightfall.
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Russia's POV
After everyone else had left there was only one other person left in the conference room other than France. Russia.
He was in a corner. His eyes were red from crying and his throat was raw. Of course no one saw this because he was Russia, master of concealing emotions. He had his back to the room.
Against good judgment France walks over to where Russia was. "R-Russia. The meeting is over. You need to leave." He says.
Russia slowly turns around and leaves without a word. He wasn't in shock anymore and that's what made him even scarier. He walks down the street to his hotel and as soon as he gets in his room he passes out on the bed.
The next morning Russia gets up and looks around. Yelena's things were still here. She didn't have any clean clothes. He solemnly packs up both his and Yelena's things. He checks out of the hotel and gets a cab to the airport.
His flight was uneventful, the drive to his house was uneventful, and his arrival at his house was uneventful.
He unlocks his front door and walks inside. He turns on the lights and freezes.
"Добро пожаловать домой, брат." A seated figure says. It gets up and walks towards him. "Где вы были? Я очень не хватать Вас!" It says.
"Belarus, I will not marry you." He says for the millionth time.
Belarus sticks out her bottom lip a little. "You lie. But that is not why I'm here. I'm here to talk about Yelena." She says.
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Germany's POV
'That inconsiderate bastard! Well, that's to be expected of Gilbert.' Germany thought as he got into a cab after being left at the airport. He gave the cab driver the address of his house and sat back in the seat. He was really glad Prussia was going to be out of his hair for a while but he was worried about Kaliningrad.
He looks out the window to his homeland, his land. 'My history is so scarred. I'm glad Yelena has a clean slate.' Soon the cab driver pulls up by his house.
Germany gets out of the cab and pays the driver. He walks up to the front door as the cab pulls away. He pulls out his keys but because of a gut feeling he just turns the handle. Prussia had left the front door unlocked. The blond sighs. "When will he learn." He mutters. He walks inside.
The front hall looked the same but as he walks into the living room he notices something out of place. "What's this?" He asks himself. He picks it up and discovers that it's Prussia's CD player. He looks at the CD inside. It was scratched. Germany takes the CD and throws it into the garbage. He surveys the rest of the rooms in the house and finds only Gilbert's room a wreck.
The tired German sits down on his couch and closes his eyes. 'Such a long d-'
Knock, knock, knock….
His thoughts were cut short as he hears knocking on his door. 'Who could it be?' He thinks. He gets up and walks over to the front door. He opens it and a certain Italian jumps into his arms.
"Germany! I'm sorry!" Italy says.
Germany looks at him with a confused face. "You didn't do anything. Stop apologizing." He says sternly. He sets Italy down. "Please come inside." He says.
Italy comes inside and immediately goes to the kitchen. "I want pasta. Ve." He says. He sits down at the table.
Germany lets out a sigh. "I have some pasta noodles in the pantry if you want to make some. " He says.
And so they proceeded to talk and eat pasta after Italy made some.
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Translations:
Добро пожаловать домой, брат.-Welcome home, brother. (Russian)
Где вы были? Я очень не хватать Вас!-Where were you? I Missed You! (Russian)