"Run!" was the first word hissed at him as the door opened, revealing the interior of the dreaded house.
"What?" Latvia asked, his voice bewildered. The unfamiliar teenager on the other side trembled slightly, his eyes wide.
"Run while you still can," he whimpered. "It's too late for me...but you can still escape!"
"Who are you?" Latvia stared at him, blankly.
"I don't even know anymore," the teen whimpered. "She just calls me Russia-Lover-6."
"Huh?"
"There's twelve of us now," the teen continued, his voice trembling. "Russia-Lover-1...Russia-Lover-2...Russia-Lover-3..."
"I don't understand -"
"Russia-Lover-6?" called a familiar voice; Latvia felt a chill go up his spine. "Who is it?"
"I don't know!" the teen stuttered.
"Is it my big brother?"
"No." The teen took a shaky step back and shot Latvia one last, warning look.
"Run," he whispered. He then turned and took off down the hallway.
Latvia stared after him, a foreboding feeling forming in his gut. Maybe he should run like he'd been told to...did he even have enough time? He glanced behind him, calculating his chances of escaping.
"Latvia?" Belarus stood in the doorway; Latvia silently cursed.
"H-h-hello B-B-Belarus," he stuttered, his hands curling into nervous fists. "How...nice to see you."
"Why are you here?" Belarus demanded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm busy - do you want to know what I'm doing?"
"Well actually -"
Belarus cut him off. "I am preparing for when I conquer Big Brother's heart." She smiled in that way of hers that made people want to wet their pants. "The loyal citizens of my country have been wonderful enough to help me with my cause - it's so lovely to know that they feel the same way!"
Latvia stared at her for a long moment, remembering the horror on the teenagers face; he certainly didn't look like he was here voluntarily.
Dear lord, where had these people come from?!
"Belarus," Latvia said, cursing himself for opening his mouth, even as he said the words. "Where...did you get all your...Russia-lovers?"
Belarus beamed. "Do you like their new names?"
Latvia simply stared at her.
"I realized how much they truly love Russia, like I do," Belarus responded. "I'm helping them as much as they are helping me, see?"
"Oh..." Latvia once again began calculating his chances of escaping.
"So why are you here?" Belarus asked, her smile suddenly disappearing. Latvia swallowed heavily.
"Um..." He thought for a moment. "Well...Russia -"
"Big Brother?!" Belarus' eyes widened, looking slightly crazed. Latvia resisted the urge to back away.
"Yeah," he choked. "Anyway - he wanted me to ask you to...er..." His voice trailed off as he realized exactly what he had been about to say to this madwoman. Did he have a death wish?!"
"You know what?" Latvia took a nervous step backwards. "It doesn't matter - I'm just going to go back to -"
"What did Big Brother say?!" Belarus took a step forward. "Tell me!"
Latvia let out a squeak of fear. "He just - he just wanted me to tell you to er...stop all this!"
She was going to kill him...she was going to kill him...
"Stop?" Belarus looked slightly confused.
"Yes." Latvia nodded his head, his body trembling. "Because uh...he just...well he wants you to stop."
Belarus stared at him for a long moment, a slight frown on her face.
"Latvia," she said, at last.
"Yes?" Latvia squeaked.
Belarus smiled slightly. "I think you are a very smart boy."
Latvia blinked in surprise. "Really?" he asked. "So...you'll stop all this?"
The smile changed then; Latvia's eyes widened in alarm at the utter coldness that radiated from her.
"No - you will be joining this amazing way of life! If you know what's good for you of course - and as I said, you are a smart boy."
He had to run - now. Latvia whirled around, prepared to run off in the other direction, but Belarus latched onto the back of his shirt, dragging him inside with a strength that someone her size shouldn't have possessed.
"More people to help me with my cause!" Belarus said, happily. "Big Brother will soon be mine...hmm, Latvia, I wonder if you'll fit the spare uniform I have...if not I'll have to get Ukraine to make a new one..."
"I told you to run," whispered the teenager, as they passed by in the hallway. "Now you're as doomed as the rest of us."
...
"Is it the hair?" Norway growled, his eyes narrowed furiously. His eyes scanned the mirror, staring intently at his silvery locks.
"No, it can't be that," he growled a moment later. "Maybe the eyes...no it's not that either...the voice? No, we sound completely different..."
"Norge," said a cautious voice from the doorway. Norway turned around briefly, his eyes narrowing in irritation as he caught sight of Denmark standing in the doorway.
"What do you want?" he growled.
"Norge, you've been holed up in here for the past few hours," Denmark said, slowly. "Come on out - your starting to act like a creep. Well, more so than usual."
"Go away," Norway snapped. "I'm in the middle of something."
Denmark stared at him dubiously. "You're staring at your reflection.
"I'm trying to figure out what the hell made those idiots think Iceland is my kid!" Norway's expression darkened further. "We don't look anything alike!"
Denmark stared at him in slight disbelief.
"What?!"
"Well..." He coughed. "Norge...you know, whenever you used to say that you and Iceland looked nothing alike, I never really thought you were serious..."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Norway growled.
"Well -"
"Nothing, that's what!" Norway stood up and stormed out of the room, shoving Denmark out of the way as he passed by. "Those idiots are out of their mind - completely crazy! I look nothing like Iceland, there is no reason for them to think we're related -"
"But you are related!" Denmark called after him, sounding bewildered. He shook his head, walking away. As he passed by the hallway he caught sight of Iceland, who was curled up on a chair, staring intently at a hand mirror.
"We look nothing alike..." he muttered to himself.
Denmark shook his head in disbelief; first Finland, and now Norway and Iceland. Sweden of course had always been insane but...was everyone in his family completely of their rockers?!
He was the only hope left...
...
"We're here!" Sealand gasped, his voice barely audible over his heavy pants. "We...made it! We finally...made...it! We're home...we...oh god, is that the press?"
Everyone stared at the crowd of reporters that surrounded the house. Poland let out a choked sob; Lithuania collapsed to the ground.
"You think things would have calmed down by now!" he moaned, as Sweden yanked him up by his collar, and deposited him in a standing position.
"They're surrounding the house!" Sealand complained. "How are we supposed to get in now?!"
The sound of distant footsteps could be heard from behind them; the group simultaneously froze.
"We'd b'tter th'nk of somethin' quick," Sweden growled. "Fn'lnd's c'min"!
"Why does the world like, always work against us?!" Poland wailed. "We're like, totally good people! I'm like, way too fabulous for all this - I think I like, damaged my new heels with all that running!"
"St'p complaining," Sweden snapped. "Th'nk of a plan t' g't us out!"
"What Papa said!" Sealand piped in.
"Like, don't rush me -"
"FINNY HAS ARRIVED!"
Everyone froze, their eyes widening in horror - even Sweden, although he quickly masked the emotion.
The scream had drawn some attention to them; reporters began to turn around, glancing in their direction. The group stared at each other for a moment, unsure of what to do.
Poland suddenly jerked forward, grabbing the front of Lithuania's shirt and pulling him into...
...a make-out session.
Everyone stared.
"Like, lesbian make-out session, yeah!" Poland cried, clutching onto Lithuania tighter as the other nation tried to get away. "Like, look at us reporter-people!" he called to the bewildered press.
"Poland!" Lithuania snarled. "What are you doing?!"
"Shh!" Poland hissed. "It's Felka!"
"I don't care!" he snapped.
The reporters started to glance around, their eyes landing on Sealand - who they quickly breezed over because they were only interested in nations - and then on Sweden.
Excited murmurs began to spread throughout the crowd as more and more of them landed on the nation. A few began to point and snap pictures; they completely ignored Poland and Lithuania, who were dressed as their female-counterparts.
Sealand, on any other occasion, would have been furious about the dismissal; however he was too busy panicking. More and more of the reporters were taking note of Sweden, and he could hear the footsteps behind them getting closer...
"IT'S LITHUANIA AND POLAND!" he screamed, pointing in the direction of said nations. Murmurs of shock travelled through the crowd of reporters and they surged forward, trying to get a better look at the two cross-dressing nations.
"Oh my god!" gasped a woman from the crowd. "Does this mean that Lithuania and Poland are in a relationship?!"
"Poland, you are a traitor!" Lithuania shrieked.
"Like, Liet, I didn't do anything!" Poland wailed in response.
The press started to descend on the two horrified nations; Sealand tugged on Sweden's hand and Sweden, understanding what the younger nation was trying to say, surged forward, dragging Sealand behind him. The two took of in the direction of the house, just as Finland came into view.
"It's for the greater good!" Sealand called out to Poland and Lithuania as he passed by.
"Like, that midget is going down!" Poland snarled, stopping briefly to pose for a picture; sure, he hated this, but that didn't mean he had to look bad while hating it...
...
AN:
Oh my god guys, I am SO sorry for the MASSIVE wait! I honestly didn't intend for it to happen that way - I'd been planning to update ages ago but I kind of ended up with a bit of a writers block - and then school started and I had a heap of work piling in from their, so I was having a bit of trouble with all of this.
I've mapped out the remaining chapters for this fic, and planned out everything, so hopefully that'll prevent something like this happening again.
I'll try update quicker next time - maybe not as frequently as I used to when I first posted this out, because I have a TONE of work pouring in at school, but I'll try not to leave it for such a long period of time again!
Also, I recently posted out a one shot ("Case of the Missing Nation") so I'd love it if you could check that out! :D
Tell me what you think of this chapter! :D