Tag! I am SOOOOOOOOO sorry i havn't been updating. my computer is kaput still. I had a different version of this chapter put in, but i felt it was... too inappropriate so i cut it. If you wish to read this deleted chapter, please tell me. I also have been watching Corpse Party. And i have been having many nightmares. It sucks when your favourite character dies first. My friend AnimeAru is going to make a Hetalia version of Corpse Party. She needs to still cast roles. I am planning on writing a story about what the characters in Hetalia would be like if they were designed like they were origionally planned to be. For example, Hungary would be a perverted guy and China would be a violent old man with short hair and glasses. and... Don't tell AnimeAru... Fine! I like RoChu. Happy?! Okay back to the story. WARNING: Perverted flashback! I do not own Hetalia. Oh by the way, I rewrote Defiance. The first chapter is up on DeviantArt.

~Kolko

Chapter 15: I need them.
Flashback!
About 1 year before they got together.
Poland was in the Baltic's quarters with Lithuania. He sometimes secretly visited. The two were on the bed. Poland was talking about Germany as usual.

"And so like, I'm like, you can't do that to Russia! He'll like kill you! And Germany's like-" he then caught a glimpse of something. He pulled out a small, dark pink pair of panties and smirked. "Oh Liet! I didn't know you had a girlfriend!"

"I-I don't. I-" he then saw what Poland had pulled out. "P-P-Put those back now!" He turned bright red.

"Liet is a pervert! Liet is a pervert!" Poland chanted, "Whose are these?" Lithuania didn't reply. "Ohhhhhhhh! They belong to Belarus, don't they?!" Lithuania was even redder.

"N-No," he said. Poland laughed.

"You like Belarus! You like Belarus!" he sang, "You like Belarus! You like Bela-" A hand then covered his mouth.

"Shh! She will hear you!" he hissed. Poland didn't care. He grabbed the evidence and made a run for the stairs. Lithuania grabbed his ankles causing Poland to fall. The two were making a lot of noise. The door then opened.

"YOU!" said a familiar voice. Lithuania gulped. Busted. Belarus grabbed Poland by the collar. "Brother does not want you here. Get out before I haul your ass out of here my…" She looked at the evidence in Poland's hand. She was red with anger and embarrassment. "A-A-Are those mine?!"

"I swear these are-"

She screamed. "YOU PERVERT! GET OUT! I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE HUMILIATED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!" Poland dashed out the door. She stormed to her room. "The only thing that would be worse was if that bastard Lithuania stole them instead!" she growled as she stormed upstairs. He turned more red if possible. I am a bad person. He then heard the door open along with boots stomping in. Lithuania scrambled downstairs to the Baltics room. He then heard feet running downstairs. He decided to spy from the crack in the door. Belarus was hugging her brother. Lucky bastard! Russia pushed her away. He backed off as she continued to approach him. "Come on brother, don't deny it. You may not like the idea, but I know inside you love me!"

"Just, get away from me you freak of nature!" He dashed upstairs. She followed him.

"Nii-san!"

"Just leave me alone!" he wailed, "I don't love you! You monster, why can't you just leave me alone?! Please!" Lithuania wanted to run him over. How could he call her names like that?! How was she not offended?! "GET AWAY FROM ME! I don't care!" Lithuania wished he was bigger. At least bigger than Russia. Then she would love him instead. He sighed. He would give ANYTHING to be Russia. The power, his size, the reputation, Belarus's heart, Baltic slaves, he had it all. Oh what he would do to be Russia. Just for a day. He heard Belarus come downstairs. She gave up for the day. Okay, he thought, I have to ask her this.

"M-Miss B-Belarus?" he asked, "M-May I ask you something?" She turned around.

"Sure why not," she replied emotionlessly as usual.

"D-Does it bother you when Russia calls you those horrible names?" he asked.

"Brother teases me a lot," she explained, "But that just means he loves me. I was always picked on when I was little. It was the most attention Russia ever gave me. I'm just happy he gets the chance to talk to me, even if it is insults. I know he's hiding his love for me." He shook his head and sighed. He went upstairs and began to clean again.
End Flashback.

She decided to visit Canada later. It was getting late and she didn't feel like reliving the memory. But it kept haunting her. She was in her room lying down, trying to sleep. I have to think of something else, she thought, think of something wonderful. Something beautiful. She closed her eyes. Your children. Yes, when in distress, think of your kids. I need to get Lithuania to fall in love with me. Or they will never be born! Marijus, Kristina, Dmitry... I need them. They kept me sane. They kept me happy. They kept me alive. Marijus. He may be a klutz and may not be the best in normal academics, but he's still very clever and very creative. He even knows 10 languages: Belorussian, English, French, German, Georgian, Lithuanian, Hebrew, Polish, Russian, and most recently, Swedish. It's because of him that I'm not insane today. Though it was an accident, he found out the cause of my insanity. He loves to paint and sculpt and he just loves art in general. His works are so amazing. He maybe a tad irresponsible, but he's a great older brother. That's the one time he acts mature. He looks just like Lithuania, but his eyes are blue. The Republic of Užupis. Born on April 1st. Broke Toris's hands in the process. She silently chuckled. Kristina. Very shy and quiet. She acts a lot like Lithuania. I guess that's why she hangs around him more. I can tell he bonds with her well. I think the boys kind of wear down Toris a bit. And I have the strength to keep up with them. She is also a bit like Canada. You may never see her there. Her hair is long and a dark blonde colour. If it weren't for her green eyes, I'm afraid people might accuse her of being America or Canada's kid. But I wouldn't do something like that to Lithuania. Or Ukraine. Or America's boyfriend (I don't want to offend anyone who doesn't like the pairing) The Republic of Perloja. It lasted from 1918-1923. When she was born, she almost died. China was just barely able to save her. She was so small and ill. I bet Dmitry took up most of the room. She was about a good 10 minutes older than him, but she is still today, far smaller than he is. But he'll sometimes call her "big sis" to make her feel better. The village is still there today, so she is very small, but she's alive, and that's all that matters to me. And then there's Dmitry. He was able to charm Russia. He even charmed my boss! My boss smiles when he sees him around. He actually smiles! So I try to bring him to work with me as much as possible. He doesn't mind it. I-I-I know about his name. It… was a coincidence! I-I did not name Dmitry after one of my boss's sons. I-I thought it was a nice name. Russia helped me pick it! Happy?! Not much to describe about him. He's a lot like Russia. It worries me. But he also has a more sunny personality. He always smiles. I think the reason, why Russia loves him so much, is because of where he is located. He looks just like Russia, but he has Lithuania's skin tone. The Russian Empire. Also known as the island of Suwarrow. It is by the Cook Islands in the South Pacific. I will be so sad when he has to leave and stay on his lonely island. The other two are right by us in Lithuania. Dmitry will be all alone. All he has are the other small islands around him.
My children... Wow do I miss them... She then drifted off to sleep and dreamed back just a few days before she came into this horrible, twisted world.
Flashback/Dream
A few days before the knock out.

Belarus was watching her children outside in the snow. Marijus and Dmitry were fine, but Kristina was shivering. She was always shivering around this time of year.

"It's s-s-so c-cold," said Kristina shivering.

"Kristina, you're always shivering," said Marijus. She looked ashamed for some reason. He then smiled.

"I'll be right back," he said. He came back with a dark green scarf. "Here, this will keep you warm."

"But I really don't-"

"Take it. It will always keep you warm," he promised. He helped her put it on. Her dark blonde hair covered most of it.

"Th-Thank you," she said. Dmitry hugged her close, seeing she was still cold. No, no. It's going to be okay, she thought, they are growing up with parents. They will be fine. Besides, Dmitry is only 10 minutes younger than Kristina. He won't love her that way, right? Right? Please have me be right. Images then flashed through her head. Cursed images of the future. She saw them as teenagers. She heard voices echo in her head.
"Sister! Sister! Please join me! I'm all alone!"
"Just go away!"
"Hug me Sestra." "Kiss me Sestra." "Marry me Sestra."
"No! Leave me alone!" "B-Brother, w-why did you stab Ladonia?"
"He was hitting on you sis. I couldn't allow that."
No. No! NO! She then woke up screaming. She then found a small plushie of Russia right next to her. Words echoed in her head: Big brother! Marry me! Marry me! Marry me! Marry me! Marry me! She screamed louder and punted it off the bed. More words were echoing in her head: marry me! Marry me! Marry me! Marry me! "NOOOOO!" she screamed. She then felt someone hug her.

"Belarus! Belarus it's okay! Please calm down!" She looked up. She was hugging a very large figure. It was Russia. She sobbed more. "Shhhh. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. Nothing to be afraid of, да?" he said. She hugged him tighter. She never wanted to let go.

The next day, America and Belarus were hanging out on the couch. Then Russia came in. The atmosphere wasn't too dark. "Sup Commie?" he asked. "Remember when we were kids Belarus? How I used to torture you?" he asked. She nodded.

"What did you do?" he asked. Belarus glared at him. Russia smiled. "I'll show you," he said. "Russia, don't!" she warned. He smiled. "Russia, we're way too old for this!" He started tickling her. She was laughing hard. She eventually started screaming and kicking. "Russia… can't breathe... STOP!" she screamed. Her legs were thrashing. He didn't stop. He continued for a while.

"Belarus is very ticklish," he said. "Russia, she's turning blue," warned America, "shouldn't you stop?" "This is the point," he said, "she'll eventually turn purple. That is when you stop." America grabbed Russia's hands and made him stop.

"...don't...do that...again..." she said out of breath.

Meanwhile, somewhere else...
"You-You love me? ME?!"
"I'm sorry. But it seem I have, how you say, fallen for you."
"Is this why you have been avoiding me?! Why I'm in this mess?"
"I'm so sorry about everything. On the bright side, the new life is suiting you, yes?"
"...I guess so... But I can't... It's just... I don't know… it's um… like not just wrong but... Horrible. But then why does it feel like-"
"I can not explain it either. All I know is that and I don't know what to do!"
"It's going to be okay, I promise."
"No it won't! The cult won't like this at all! We need pure blood. You are just too different. If they ever found out..."
"I can try to make sure they won't.
"They can get aggressive! They won't take it out on me, instead they go after the ones close to me and... what if they go after you?!"
"Eh, I can totally take them!"
"I wish I could quit..."
"We'll find a way out of this, okay?"
"A-Ačiū..."