Sorry it has taken me so long to upload a new chapter but real life decided to be a mega bitch. Computer stolen, exams and no Word will really stop you from uploading.

Again I don't own the characters apart from this version of Romania

Now enjoy a dive into Romania's past that is historically inaccurate and there will be no accuracy until I feel like it.

"Romania always lived by herself so she never really grew as nation; the only time anyone cared about her was when they needed more land in a war. The first humane contact she had ever experienced was when she lived with Wallachia and he almost crushed her when he found her."

The snow fell on the battle grounds as a bloody man limped away. His golden hair was speckled with the blood of the enemy his clothes stained in its crimson colour.

"Turkish scum thought he could beat me even with his army OOF!" the man fell, face first into the snow.

"Hey whoever you are show yourself now!" from the snow a small child cautiously poked its head out from the snow pile it was hiding in. His expression softened when he saw the tattered child. The sandy blond hair, ruby eyes clouded by fear from living in a battlefield, only a heartless bastard wouldn't try to help such a child.

"Hello little one, do you have someone an older sibling somewhere?" it shook its head in response,

"What's your name?"

"Romania," the child was clearly a girl, he could tell from the soft bell-like voice.

"Would you like something to eat, Romania?" she nodded quickly and took the piece of bread and proceeded to eat it as if it was the first piece of food she had ever been given.

"Well as you don't have an older sibling I will take responsibility for you as your older brother," she looked up from her meal,

"Really, that would be great," she smiled at him as if he was a gift from god.

The doctor looked at Britain as he finished retelling the first encounter between Wallachia and Romania.

"Mister Kirkland how would you know this?"

"She told me," before the doctor could say anything there was a loud crash from Romania's room and they rushed in, only to see the nurses trying to restrain the now thrashing Romania.

"Miss Baboescu please stop fighting us,"

"NO! GET FUCKED! ALL OF YOU LEAVE NOW!"

"Crina stop fighting the doctors. They're here to help you," her fighting ceased as she appeared to calm down from whatever it was that caused her spasm.

As the nurses backed off of her other countries came into her room, many carrying flowers, get well cards and a few were even crying. Greece was the first to come up to the bed as he placed a plush cat toy on the bedside table.

"Crina," Greece looked down at his oldest friend with sorrow filling his eyes

"Heracles, I'm sorry you had to buy that especially with your country's economy,"

"Hey, it's okay," his hand brushed her cheek lovingly; she tuned her head into his hand.

"Mon Cheri what on earth compelled you to take your own life?"

"Don't ask her that you wanker," this proceeded to start a small fight between the two nations broken up only by a large squeal from Belgium as Romano hugged the bed-ridden Romania. Barely anyone noticed the subtle change in the direction of the wind until Romania's eyelids drooped and started to mutter under her breath.

"IGGY! ROMY'S DOING SOMETHING WEIRD!" America started waving his arms around wildly and started to hyperventilate.

"Calm down you git she's just connected with the spirit world," most of the room proceeded to look at him as if he was crazy. As suddenly as it started her eyes closed, the muttering stopped and she collapsed back into the cot.

"Mr Kirkland I would like to hear more on Miss Baboescu's life and maybe figure out why she decided that ending her life was a good idea," Arthur nodded and proceeded to retell Romania's life as a waring nation.

"Romania have you ever fought in a war?"

"No big brother I haven't. I have only hunted for food and knocked out any threats," Wallachia smiled at the words that came from his sibling's mouth.

"All right then you're incredibly lucky that I'm your big brother because I will teach you everything you need to know and there are plenty of enemies who try to capture me, so you can help me beat the holy crap out of them," the little girl only looked up at him with a mix of indifference, pride and disbelief. Wallachia left to gather weaponry and left the little girl to play in the snow. The little girl started to play in the snow or at least roll around in it, unfortunately she rolled a little too much to the left and started a quick descent downhill and into someone's legs.

"Owie," she started rubbing her head as the person she had run into turned around.

"Privet little one who are you?"

"I'm Romania, little sister of Wallachia," she stared up at the young man; he appeared to be a young man, however how someone looks physically is no way to guess someone's age. He had ashen blond hair and amethyst eyes, his voice were almost that of a child. He proceeded to pick her up as if she were a doll; he cradled her in his arms and trudged up the hill that had been her downfall but moments ago. When they reached the top he placed her down,

"Now little one, you need to be more careful because not all nations are as nice as me or your big brother okay,"

"Yes mister," she waved her hand towards him signalling him to reveal his name,

"Russia, I'm a much older nation then you," all she did was nod cordially as he left back down the mountain and towards a woman with a large chest or at least that's what it looked like from where she was seated.

"Hey sis what are you looking at?"

"Just some other nations,"

"Okay then let's get to training," she nodded as he handed her a shield and dagger.