Tag! FINALLY! A computer that likes me. Sorry for being so late. Oh hey, guess what? more than 200 followers on Tumblr! I origionally had 35 last week. Tagging the crap out of stuff works! I got over 1300 notes on an America post! I have NEVER been really popular before! Oh, if you want me to post the rewritten version on Fanfiction, please tell me. I also have a deleted scene. I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I wrote it... *shudders* I do not own Hetalia. Oh I finished Corpse Party. My friend AnimeAru is making a Hetalia version. I apologise for the short chapter. Oh! I put it into small paragraphs! Please tell me how you like it! WARNING: Plot twist!
~Kolko
Flashback
The night of Lithuania and Belarus's wedding rehearsal dinner.
They were at a hotel in Lithuania that was by the museum where the reception was supposed to be. But they were taking pictures at the hotel. Russia knocked on the door.
"Sestra? Are you ready yet? We have to go down soon," he said. Ukraine bit her lip. No! Not now! Anytime but now! She quickly put on a robe. She opened the door a crack. "Sestra, your hair is still messy," he said, "and you're not even dressed. This isn't like you."
"Um, I guess it's because… I'm still in shock… I'm so happy but… time just flies so fast and… I can't believe our youngest sister is getting married," she said.
"I can't believe it either," he said, "I mean one day she's this evil thing won't stop stalking you and steals your toothbrush. And the next thing you know she's in the hospital cutting off the circulation in my hand." Ukraine smiled.
"I remember. One day she tells you to go burn in an oven. And the next thing you know she says she can't live without you. He's changed her so much," she said.
"I always thought you would actually get married first," said Russia. Ukraine blushed. Russia then looked at the clock. "Every nation is here. I'm surprised. But please get ready soon, you are the maiden of honour," he said. She nodded. He left. The figure in bed sat up. He wasn't… wearing anything. The man with curly dark blonde hair was gasping.
"Do you think he knew I was here?!" Canada said out of breath from anticipation.
"Shhh! He might still be outside!" she whispered, "Quick put on your tuxedo and let's hurry. I don't want him to be suspicious." They began to start getting dressed.
"Well… I guess this changes our relationship, doesn't it?" he asked.
"I-I guess it does…" she blushed, "well, we weren't that close."
"True," he said. He then put on his watch. "Crap we have to hurry."
End Flashback
She stared at the building menacingly. It wasn't the same place, but she still hated it. She had been to a few of these, but the recent one made her stay much longer and was far worse. She looked at the sign. Maple Bay's Home for the Mentally Challenged. The asylum. She never wanted to go back to one of these buildings, but she had to talk to Canada. She reluctantly went in. She went up to the receptionist. "Hello, I would like to visit Matthew Williams," she said. "Name," said the receptionist. "Anya Braginskaya," she said. A doctor lead her to a room. She opened the door. "Matthew! Someone is here to visit you!" said the receptionist cheerfully. Belarus felt like smacking her. She hated this place. The boy was sitting in the corner facing a wall. He turned his head around.
"A v-visitor? I-I never get visitors," he said. Belarus stepped into the room and glared at the nurse until she left. "W-Who are you?" he asked, "Oh wait, I'm so stupid! Everyone knows you. You're Belarus, right?" he asked. She nodded.
"I know you Canada, how did you end up here?" she asked. He looked down. "It's... a long story..." he said. She understood. "Um, I hardly know you. Why are you concerned? I-I mean I'm glad you are but... why?" She sighed. "You're not going to believe me..."
"I honestly don't even know what to believe anymore. I don't even know why I'm here. I was fed up with being ignored all the time. I wanted to get noticed. But nothing worked. Anyway, I had a meeting with Russia and that's what brought me here. I am usually used to the cold, but there was a blizzard, and we were trapped inside a cave. We grew so hungry and then... we didn't have a choice. We had to eat each other. It was the most mentally scarring experience of my life. But when they found me, it was just me and a bunch of bodies, so they assumed it was me. So they sent me here. I have been in here for 5 years." He cried some more. "It wasn't my fault! Something changed in me. It didn't feel like me. I feel so horrible!" She kneeled next to him.
"I have a similar story," she said. Canada listened. She told him everything. It took about 20 minutes to sum it up. "That makes sense," he said. She was shocked. She didn't have to reexplain! "But what does this have to do with me?" he asked.
"Um... do you remember my sister, Ukraine?" she asked. He nodded. "Short pale hair and beautiful eyes? The one who's always crying?" he asked. Her jaw almost dropped. He didn't mention her chest when describing her. He didn't even stutter. She just nodded. "You and her are engaged." He had a look of surprise on his face.
"R-Really?" he asked, "She knew me?" "I need your help to get everything back to normal. If I succeed, you can have that future," she said, "Are you in?" He hesitated for a while. He then shook her hand. "Oui," he relied. She smiled. "I'll think of a plan to help you escape. You may need to hang in there for a while," she said. He nodded. He looked very happy. She then left, already thinking of a plan.
(I am kind of flashing back to the previous night.)
"Ivan! Wake up! You're going to be late for work," said a voice. Russia groaned. Who would be waking him up? He had an alarm clock. "Сланечнік, please wake up." The voice sounded familiar. So familiar. "Russia, sweetheart, don't make me slit your throat," said the voice in a sweet tone. He slowly opened his eyes. He smiled. It was Belarus. He yawned.
"I will be down in a minute, Мой подсолнечника," he said. He slowly sat up. He smelled butterbrot. His nose was rather large so he could smell breakfast from a distance. She kissed him.
"Now come downstairs, before it's gone," she said, "my boss finally let me off work for a day. Maybe you could get off of work a little early." He smiled. He liked the idea. He got up. She was about to leave.
"Natalya?" he called. She poked her head in the doorway. "Я люблю тебя," he said. She smiled. He then swooped her up and held her bridal style. "Ivan..." she said blushing. He just smiled. He felt so warm even though the heater recently broke. This was such a nice feeling.
Then he woke up. He sighed. Of course, it was a dream. He felt cold again. He then heard a scream from another room. He knew that scream. He ripped through the sheets and came running down to the other end of the hall. "NOOOOO!" He heard another scream. He burst through the door and hugged his sister tightly. He almost squeezed the life out of her.
"Belarus! Belarus it's okay! Please calm down!" he said. She looked up. She sobbed more. "Shhhh. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. Nothing to be afraid of, да?" he said. He felt her hug him tighter. He felt her fear. What was she dreaming about? "Was the dream really bad?" he asked. She nodded. "Do you want me to stay here with you for the night?" he asked, "you know, like when we were kids?" She hesitated a bit. She then nodded. He slid in next to her. He felt warm again. "You don't remember too much when you were a kid, do you?" he asked.
"I remember a little," she said. He smiled. "You used to have these horrible nightmares and you normally woke up screaming. I sometimes heard if when I was coming home late." She slightly smiled. "And what's with you smiling lately. You've almost never smiled before. Only once or twice when we were kids." She sighed.
"I guess I changed," she said. She sighed and slowly closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep in her brother's arms.
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... Did I just write incest?! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! DISGUSTING! Well, it was imaginary incest. That makes it a little less gross. Why did I write this?