Hallo! I'm sorry I haven't been updating. Sorry for the short chapter. the next will be better! I'm trying to enjoy my 3 weeks of summer while I can. I'm so tired right now. But ESC radio on my iPod is keeping me going. Is is 11,17 PM as I write this disclaimer. Scratch that 11,18. Watched so many rage quits... And so much corpse party... And so much Eurovision... Looking for a motive. But I'd do anything for my fans... Currently listening to Finnish music. TFT rhtreeeeeeeer. Oh, sorry, I fell asleep for a second. I take it you all heard about what happened in Türkei. I'm just glad my friend over there wasn't involved. I'm very thankful. Én nem a saját Hetalia. Don't sue me... Listening to Yugoslavic music...

~Kolko

Flashback

Belarus walked upstairs. She stopped at her daughter's room. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. She then broke down laughing. Her husband was with their daughter. He was in a green dress. His face was also covered in make up. He looked really out of place and awkward. She was laughing very hard.

"Oh… it hurts to breathe!" she gasped still laughing. She had collapsed to the floor in laughter. Poland then came out in his dress and make up. It looked like it belonged on him.

"Says you, I'm enjoying this!" he said. Lithuania was still red. He came out in the hall to talk to her.

"Glad to see you're home," he said.

"Sorry, traffic was horrible," she said, "So, Victorija, how was your day?" He blushed more if possible.

"I really, really don't want to talk about it," he said, "Wait, where's Dmitry?"

"He's with Marijus currently. My boss just adores him. Everything's been easier on me when he's there. My boss does have a wife and three kids, you know, but two are all grown up. He has an adopted son though. Personally, outside of business, he's a great guy," she explained, "It's just, how he runs the government." She sighed. She heard small feet running up the stairs.

"Мама! Where is the- why is Папа a girl?" Dmitry asked. The two just smiled.

"Aš išvykstate dabar, mano brangioji. Aš tave myliu!" Lithuania said. He was giggling like a little girl after he hung up. He then exited the house. Oh what I would give to see what they do on their date, she thought. A lightbulb then turned on. Hello? I was a stalker! Of course I can see what they do! Why didn't I think of this before?! She then got a car and slowly followed him.

The two were just sitting at a cafè having lunch. Really? REALLY?! Lunch?! Wow Toris, we went on far better dates than this, she thought, unless she planned it. We always did something different. Then again, there's only so much to see in Lithuania. Belarus was disguised as another customer. The couple were close enough to see, but too far to hear what they were saying. She could hardly understand what they were saying anyways. She saw her ring. Ha! Mine was so much bigger! Next they went to a park. Okay, I'll admit, we went to parks too, she thought while she was hiding in the bushes. She rolled her eyes. This is so BORING! She then recognized where they were. She remembered. She ditched the two and ran off.

Belarus stared in awe at the boring, gloomy neighbourhood. There wasn't even a statue of the egg. Not a single drop of brightly coloured paint on the buildings and houses. No padlocks on the bridge she walked over. She felt like crying. She felt like just screaming right there. This place used to be so happy and colourful. So full of light and art. The gloomy cloudy forecast only made things more depressing. Many run down houses. They most likely had no appliances. Hardly any people were here. They never cleaned up after the Soviets ransacked it, she thought. She couldn't bear to look at it anymore. She went home.

Belarus looked in her nightstand door. Maybe if I find my diary, I can figure out more about what happened. She flipped to a random page.

29/3/2002

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hIm ! ! I W kE YO aY On ! ! YOU c annOT s E Pa Ra T hI s! bRO kEn. hUrt S. I w SEE Y OU! !

I must have still been in the asylum when I wrote that, she thought, it's so hard to read. She flipped to another page where the writing was civilized and legible.

1/4/2008

It is April first. I have spent 8 years, 32 days, 22 hours, 47 minutes, and 1, 2, 3 seconds. Today is Marijus's birthday.

The book dropped from her hands. This journal was from her world. Her own world. She smiled widely. Finally! A connection to her own world! She kept reading.

He would be 11 years old by now. I wonder what he looks like. What is he like? Has he changed that much from when he was 3? Is he musical? Is he a bad boy? Is he a nerd? I can only hope for when I get out of here. It's not fair. They said I'd only be here for 5 years. It has been 8. I feel fine. That is, after all the pointless counselling, shock therapy, painting my feelings, and other bull sh*t they put me through. They can stop acting like I am retarded. I know what I am doing. I want to see my son again. I want to see my family. I want to see my husband. I even miss Poland. I'd give my arm just to even see the damn Polak right now. Georgia already escaped and North Korea has so much therapy to go through it's not even funny (anymore). I feel alone again. No one visits me. No one talks to me. Everyone avoids me now. The other patients are now scared of me ever since the incident. I haven't even used my voice in 2 months. I don't belong here anymore. I want to go home.

She sighed. She was glad she smuggled her diary in when she went to the asylum. This place was like the asylum. But I'm surrounded by friends and family, which makes it harder.

Belarus flipped through more pages in her old diary. She set it down on the hallway table by the phone. She went to the kitchen to fix some coffee, when she heard a boom and a crash. She dashed back to the hallway. There was a hole in the wall, big enough to fit a person. She looked through the hole and gasped. No… no… it can't be possible.

Something HUGE happens next! (!ooh-oow ytrap rolehcab s'teiL) (; this is going to be spitze!