Been awhile since I updated this! Hope you enjoy!

P.S. This is dedicated to my Romania.

Vladmir looked down, disappointed again. Another night went by without an invitation to the world meeting. His red eyes glowed dim as he scanned a newspaper, scanning the headlines. An art festival had taken place somewhere or another. He sighed, and closed it, standing. There had got to be something to do in this place. He ran a finger along his collar, walking towards the windowed sun-room. Not focused, he didn't hear the faint yells. But as they came closer he snapped from his haze. In his yard, a near copy of Alfred was running across his yard, along with a Vargas twin and Gilbert. He blinked, then opened the screen door.

"Hey." They all stopped, and looked at him.

"Oh..hi." The Alfred twin held a polar bear in front of him, looking rather like a stuffed animal, it's twitching nose gave it away.

"So you are Matthew?" he asked, stepping down the porch. His outdated coat flared as he walked.

"Uh..yes." Matthew laughed nervously, and the Italian and the Prussian exchanged a look.

"And you must be Feliciano..hello again Gilbert." He nodded to the white haired fallen country, who smiled in return. "I am Vladmir Mondragon. Otherwise none as Romania." His thick accent showed.

"Do you have fangs?" Feliciano asked, looking at the elongated canines. Vladmir sighed.

"No." He crossed his arms. "May I ask why you are running across my yard at.." he looked at the watch on his wrist. " Eleven in the evening? Surely you have better things to do." Like be at the world meeting.

"Not really." Gilbert answered. "Feli and Mathaus escaped that boring board-room to come hang out with me." His eyes glinted with mischief. "Want to come along with the awesome Gilbert?" Vladmir rose an eyebrow.

"What are you planning to do?" Matthew looked up.

"Bury a dead body. Feli hit someone over there with his death trap of a car." he pointed, freeing a hand from the now struggling bear. "You wouldn't know a good place, preferably with loose packed soil? A shovel wouldn't go amiss either." Vladmir looked at the soft-spoken country, looking at the other two. Feliciano looked guilty, and Gilbert just looked as pleased as punch.

"I hope you're kidding." He told them. Gilbert shook his head.

"Nope!" His response was too cheery. "Good to see you again, did you miss my awesomeness?"

"You aren't.." he pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked at Feliciano. "You're supposed to be the half-crazy, nice country. How did you manage to hit someone?"

"Long story." he replied, cleaning an ear with his pinkie. Vladmir shook his head.

"I'll get a shovel. There's a graveyard nearby." He unbuttoned his outer coat, and took off around back. Minutes later he came back with two large shovels, and placed them against the front steps.

"See? Told you Vlad had it all figured out!" Gilbert crowed.

"Gilly, you're being annoying." Matthew scolded him, trying to keep a grasp on his polar bear, that was insistent on getting away. "Kumajiro, calm down." He told it, whispering into it's fur. Kumajiro let out a low whine in protest.

"C'mon mein freund. Let's go get that body!" Gilbert put a hand on Matthew's shoulder's. "You too Vladmir."

They walked for awhile through a dark landscape, a half-moon shone dimly across the long fields of green, tall trees reaching to the sky. When they reached the scene of the accident, Vladmir looked at Feliciano like he was insane.

"You...hit...Belarus." He enunciated, then took a look at the car. "And you ruined a car worth..hundreds of thousands of leu's." He gaped. "Are you crazy?" Feliciano shrugged. "How did you even manage to hit her?"

"She just..jumped out of nowhere. Like a rabid wolf." Feliciano made fake fangs with his fingers. Vladmir narrowed his eyes, and Feliciano quit it almost instantly. Belarus lay peacefully, her breathing slow and deep. Her dress was torn a it from where the car hit her, but she was none the worse for wear. The car on the other hand...

The whole front of it was compacted like it met a bulldozer head on. The three must have had wonderful reaction time to get out before they as flat as clatite's.* He looked at Gilbert, an eyebrow raised. He shrugged.

"They are awesome, just like me." He bent down, and grabbed her wrists gently. Feliciano grabbed her ankles. Vladmir rushed over to them.

"She's alive! You can't bury her!" Matthew rose an eyebrow.

"Can't we? It's not like anyone would miss her." He shrugged, adjusting the polar bear smiled, fangs glinting.

"I thought you were supposed to be the harmless countries?" Vladmir moved to one side of Belarus. "We should bury her in a coffin at least."

"You have an awesome one just lying around, eh?" Gilbert inspected his nails. Vladmir shrugged.

"You never know when one may come in handy." Matthew nodded.

"You wouldn't also have some form of transportation?" He looked at his watch. "The world meeting will be over soon."

"Da." Vladmir nodded in the direction of his house.

. An hour of hard labor later, they had a nice hole dug. They picked up the surprisingly light form of Belarus, and gently lowered her into the coffin. Taking long nails, Vladmir nailed the lid on. As he pounded the last nail through the wood, a loud thump was heard within. Vladmir stepped back, and with a salute, Gilbert kicked the box, rolling it into the ground to the best of his ability.

"We should go now." Feliciano commented, a loud crack erupting from below. Without further ado, they laid a large stone cross atop the open grave, then loaded into a vehicle parked nearby.

Belarus, who escaped not long after, erupted from the hole.

"ALFRED!" She screamed, taking off towards the world conference. Within the meeting, Alfred felt a cold shiver travel down his spine.

You guys like Vladmir? :D

*clatite's: Romanian Pancakes!