Disclaimer: My ne vladeyem Hetalia . Russian! He's so creepy!
A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this chapter. Castor had to work and then we had to move back into our college dorms.
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We dedicate this chapter to MedusaLegend.
Will they hate us?
"Antarctica!" the frozen continent froze in his tracks, turning to look at Sealand. The micro-nation stood with his hands on his hips. "We're bored and Blizzard won't quit biting us!" He showed Antarctica his bandaged fingers as proof. Antarctica raised an eyebrow.
"Why don't you play hide and seek?" he suggested.
Sealand blinked in surprise. "Really?"
"Why not?" The continent shrugged. "There are plenty of places to hide. I'm sure if you asked the scientists they'd help hide you."
"You think?" Sealand bounced excitedly on the spot.
"Sure." The scientists didn't get to see many fun things during their stays here; maybe this would brighten up their days.
"Sweet! I'm going to get the others to play with me!"
Antarctica watched the micro-nation dash off toward his room, smiling. He really did love children. They were so energetic. Little did the continent know that he would be roped into a game of hide and seek with the micro-nations that lasted all day and well into the night.
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After her fight with Russia, Prussia had carried South out of the meeting room and into an empty room. On the way there they had passed Russia's top agent. Prussia never had a good feeling around her, something was . . . off about her.
South had calmed down fairly quickly once they had reached the room. She had asked Prussia about his past and so Prussia had told her story after story, especially ones that included Germany when he was little.
". . . And then Hungary beat me up for groping her!" Prussia finished the story laughing.
"Why did you grope her?" South sated at him with wide eyes. That shut Prussia up pretty quickly. This was about to get very awkward for the ex-nation.
"Um, well, she said her chest was hurting so I, um . . . what about you?" Prussia asked, changing the topic as quickly as he could. "Did America ever do anything funny around you?" But South showed no signs of changing topics.
"In my etiquette class you would have learned never to do that to a woman," South scolded Prussia. Prussia flushed. He was getting told by a girl younger than him.
"Mir leid . . . ma'am," Prussia apologized, imitating her drawl.
South blinked. "Did you just tease me?" she asked.
". . . Nein?" Prussia wasn't entirely sure how South would react to teasing. Instead the American ex-nation cocked her head.
"Well I'll be," South said. "I don't believe I have ever been teased before."
"What? America never teased you before?" Prussia doubted that was the case.
"Teased? Like what? We would go a larkin' on each other." There it was again, that funny slang that Prussia could never understand.
"What is that?" he asked.
"A larkin'?" Prussia nodded. "It's when you do somethin' to someone for laughs, like puttin' a pail of water on a door so that when they open it the pail dumps water on them."
"Oh, you mean pranking!"
"Prankin'," South said the word slowly, as though tasting it. "Is that what you call it?"
"Ja! The Bad Touch Trio has pulled pranks on plenty of nations!"
"North and I used to do it all the time." South grinned. "We'd get into so much trouble. One of his bosses once yelled his head off at us."
"Ja? What happened?" Prussia couldn't wait to hear this story.
"Well, North had put leeks into my soup the night before. Do you have any idea how gross those things are? So I took a ram and went to his bedroom and got it all riled up. When North walked in, the ram went chargin' at him." South laughed at the memory. "His boss looked so freaked out when North went racin' by with a ram chasin' him." Prussia cracked up laughing.
"Mein Gott! France, Spain, and I have never done something like that before!"
"Yeah, he got back at me, though," South pouted.
"How?" Prussia asked, chuckling and wiping tears away.
"He hid Mr. Jackson." This seemed to make South very upset.
"Who's Mr. Jackson?" Prussia cocked his head. It sounded like the name of a toy or a pet.
South gave Prussia a very serious face. "The teddy bear I used to have. America's boss gave it to me as a present. He was really nice and fun."
"What happened to him?" Prussia noted that she had said 'used to have'. What had America done to the bear?
"He died in his sleep of a heart attack." Prussia gaped at South. Her teddy bear had died of a heart attack? How was that even possible?
"I'm . . . sorry?" Prussia wasn't sure if this was something America had told South when he'd hid his sister's bear.
"What do you mean you're sorry?" South demanded. "There's nothin' to be sorry for!"
"You said your teddy bear . . . had a heart attack," Prussia explained slowly.
"What? I was talkin' about the president!"
"Well, then what happened to Mr. Jackson?" Prussia really did want to know what had happened to the teddy bear.
"Well, we had a sweet little funeral for him, and I told everyone that whoever tore my little bear apart was dead meat."
"Was?"
"All I found was scraps of cloth and some stuffing," South pouted.
Prussia looked at Smokey. "You lazy ass bear probably did it." Smokey and Kumajirou had resumed their ongoing argument.
"MOOSE!" Kumajirou roared at Smokey.
Smokey glared at the polar bear. "I've got a bear trap somewhere waiting for you. And shut up, jackass," the black bear growled at Prussia who stuck his tongue out at him.
"I doubt it." Kumajirou caught Smokey's attention again. "You black bears are wimps when it comes to threats. You'll probably back down by March."
"They're at it again," Prussia sighed. The bears' fighting was really starting to annoy him. "Awesome."
"AWESOME!" South pumped her fists in the air.
"WAS!" Prussia fell out of his chair in surprise. "Ow."
Smokey snorted out a laugh. "You deserved it, jackass."
South looked down at the black bear. "Who are you?"
"I'm Smokey, your pet bear." The bear gave his owner a bored look.
"I have a bear?"
"Not this again!" Prussia groaned, climbing back into his chair. "You're as bad as Kuma."
"Hey!" Kumajirou frowned at him.
South looked at Prussia. "What, I do this a lot? What else does Kuma do?"
"He eats too much maple syrup, forgets his owner's name, watches too much hockey, and spends too much time on Canada's lap. He's getting fat."
"HEY!" Prussia ignored the pissed off polar bear.
"He sits in laps?" South asked.
"Ja, you didn't notice?"
South didn't answer. Instead she stood up and plopped down in Prussia's lap. The ex-nation blinked for a moment, somewhat unsure if that had actually happened, then smiled awkwardly at her.
"H-Hey, what are you doing?"
"Well, you said I act like Kuma. And Kuma sits in peoples' laps." South looked as though this explained everything.
"O-Oh, okay."
"Mon ami! Is this what you have been doing during the meeting?" France and Spain stood in the doorway of the room looking somewhat sullen. France smirked at Prussia knowingly who flipped him off behind South's back. South stared at the last two members of the Bad Touch Trio.
"Who do y'all think you are?" she asked.
"Désolé," France approached South, bowing low and kissing her hand. "Je m'appelle la France et il s'appelle l'Espagne."
"Hola!" Spain waved happily.
South looked approvingly at France. Clearly this was how a Southern gentleman was supposed to act.
"I did not understand a word you just said," she told him. France smirked and straightened up.
"Oh hon hon, my name is France and this is my good friend Spain." Spain bowed to South.
"Oh he he! I don't like his laugh," South said bluntly.
"Kesesese, you hear that Francey Pants?" France blinked in shock at the young nation.
"What do ye think yer doing ta ma neice?"
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The room was silent as the remaining nations stared at Russia in shock. Then chaos rained down in the form of shouting.
"Istenem!" Hungary swore. "Are you insane?"
"Mon dieu! You want to do what to mon fils?" France demanded.
"Naw!" Scotland slammed a fist on the table. "A won't do that ta ma nephews!"
"You can't be serious!" Australia shouted.
"I refuse to be a part of this!" India snapped.
"Russia-san," Japan said. "Think of the consequences!"
"Do it, ez-ad! Let's bomb America!" Korea glared at his younger brother.
"You are completely loco!" Cuba snapped. "Bombing them? Even I don't hate America that much!"
"I agree, amigo, that would not help us at all," Spain said.
"Mr. Russia, please, don't do this," Lithuania begged.
"I will not be part of such a disgusting action!" Austria sniffed.
"If it will bring a quick close to this war, then I say we do it," Switzerland contradicted.
"STOP!" The shouting died down and they all turned to Spain. "Amigos! Listen to me! We need to really think before we make a decision. Our children are in America! And what have America and Canada ever done to deserve to be bombed?"
"Da, you have a point, Spain." Russia nodded. "But what if we do not bomb them? Then we will all die. By bombing them we put them out of action, da?"
"I agree. We may not have a choice in the matter," Turkey said. "We're looking at all of us dyin' if they manage ta control America and Canada."
"A will not let ye bomb ma nephews!" Scotland growled. "They're still teenagers for Christ's sake! What do ye think that's going ta do ta them? It will kill all their people and then them!"
"We have two choices," Belarus glared at Scotland and stood up. "We can sit and wait for death or we can fight before death reaches us! We must do as big brothers says and stop the Vikings before they can hurt us!"
The room was silent as Scotland sat down and France stood up.
"O-Oui, I agree with Belarus. The French Union declares war on the Vikings. We will aid you in World War Three, Russia," France said all this with a pained look. Beside him, Seychelles, Monaco, and Picardy tried to comfort him.
"Sí," Spain placed a hand on Italy's and Belgium's shoulders. "The Spanish Union will join."
"The Celtic Union will help, but we'll regret it." Scotland glared from his seat beside his brothers.
Cuba glared at Russia. "The American Union will declare war as well." Mexico nodded beside him. "You do know South is not going to help in any way?"
"Da, I know. No one is to tell her what we are going to do."
"The German Union will join the fight." Austria stood beside Switzerland and Liechtenstein.
"So will the Oceanic," Australia grumbled and New Zealand nodded.
"Good, we will attack within the week," Russia said. "I will send you the coordinates of where to meet."
"Then I call this meeting to a close." Switzerland stood from his seat.
Nations began to file out, some staying behind to talk with each other about what was going to happen. Once Russia was out of earshot, Scotland turned to his brothers, urgency in his voice.
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"B-Belgium?"
"Ja?" the female nation turned from fiddling with her folder. Switzerland stood behind her, shifting nervously on his feet. Behind him, Belgium could see Liechtenstein with Austria and Hungary.
"I w-wanted to say thank you . . . for helping me when I l-lost Liechtenstein," Switzerland said nervously. "You lost your brothers and it must have been very hard for you."
"Oh," Belgium blinked them smiled. "Graag gedaan, (You're welcome) Switzerland. You helped me as well, to the best of your ability." She giggled weakly. Switzerland flushed scarlet.
"Y-Yes, well, I just wanted to say that if you ever need any help don't be afraid to ask me. It's the least I can do for you."
"Dank u, Switzerland, you are a very nice man." Belgium looked down at the floor, tears pricking her eyes. "I'm scared," she whispered.
Hesitantly, Switzerland pulled Belgium into a hug. "It's alright," he assured her. "We'll get your brothers back for you."
"It's not that," Belgium pulled out of the hug to look at him. "What will America and Canada think? Do you think they will hate us?"
"No, they are both very forgiving nations. They will understand that it was to stop the Vikings." Belgium buried her face in Switzerland's chest and the German nation hugged her again, blushing more.
"I wish Netherlands were here and Lux was safe," Belgium whispered. "I-If you could, would you stay neutral in this war?" she asked softly. Switzerland thought for a moment. The Vikings had almost destroyed what was most dear to him without a second thought. Could he just ignore that?
"No."
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"If Russia finds out, he's going to be pissed," Northern Ireland pointed out to his oldest brother. Scotland closed the door to an empty room and moved onto the next room, checking inside.
"Aye, A know," Scotland said, closing the door. "And he won't find out." The Celtic nations continued down the hall.
"You don't hate her?" Ireland asked referring to the niece they were looking for.
"Why would A hate her?" Scotland demanded.
"She did almost kill our nephew," Wales pointed out.
"A'll decided if A like her when A meet her." Scotland stopped at an open door and peeked in. "What do ye think yer doing to ma niece?" Ireland, Wales, and Northern Ireland glanced past their brother. France and Spain hovered around South, who was sitting in Prussia's lap.
South jumped in surprise and looked at Scotland. She proceeded to glance around the room, counting the people.
"I don't see a girl in here," South said, confused. "Who's your niece?"
Scotland gaped at her. "Yer ma niece . . . surrounded by a bunch of perverts and pedophiles."
Hey!" If South hadn't been sitting on Prussia's lap, the ex-nation probably would have hit Scotland.
"That is not very nice, Alba," France said.
"We were just saying hello, amigo," Spain added.
"First of all," Scotland said. "Don't call me Alba. It's Scotland. And second of all, A am not yer friend." Smokey waddled up to the group of brothers and looked up at Scotland.
"Aw!" Northern Ireland knelt down to pet him. "He's so cute!"
"Get lost, cigarette breath," Scotland arched an eyebrow in surprise as Northern Ireland fell back in shock. "And you, puny, keep petting me."
"A like him." Scotland smirked.
"That is a mean bear!" Northern Ireland said. "I think I prefer Kumajirou more." Kumajirou smirked at Smokey, the black bear glared back.
"I'm going to rip you to pieces!"
"Not if I do-" Kumajirou stopped himself. "You know what? I'm sick of saying that. I'm just going to kill you now."
"From now on, you're going to be called 'Kumajirou the One Eyed Bear'." Smokey leapt at Kumajirou and sank his teeth into Kumajirou's head.
"GAH!" The bears rolled around wrestling. Scotland stepped out of the way as they tumbled past.
"Hispania, Gaul, get away from ma niece if ye know what's good for ye." Spain and France backed away from South and Prussia, remembering the time they didn't head his warning for leaving Canada alone. "Confederacy, why are ye sitting on his lap?"
South blinked. "Who's Confederacy?"
"Ye are," Scotland said. "Don't ye know yer real name?"
"I don't get called that very much anymore." South cocked her head. "I kind of forget about it once in a while. I'm South and this is my awesome boyfriend, Prussia."
"Yer boyfriend?" Scotland glared at Prussia.
"Boyfriend?" Prussia stared at South. He didn't mind the idea of being her boyfriend but they had just met. "Thanks for calling me awesome, but isn't it kind of soon to be calling me your boyfriend?"
"But, mon ami, isn't that what you want?" France asked suggestively.
"But I want one!" South pouted at the same time Scotland roared:
"Gaul!" he seized France by the collar of his shirt. "Ye ever say anything like that again A will personally see to it that ye can't say anything at all!" France swallowed, slightly frightened.
"O-Oui, Alba."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Then don't call me Gaul."
"Why are you threaten' Gaul . . . France . . . what's-his-name?" South asked.
"Because, he's suggesting that Prussia should sleep with ye and leave it at that!" Scotland glared at France. His brothers watched, bored. They had seen this side of their brother too often.
"Sleep with me?" South repeated. "If he wants to sleep in my bed all he has to do is ask." Wales raised an eyebrow, exchanging glances with Ireland. Clearly this girl didn't understand what they were talking about. Prussia supported this by flushing.
"T-That's not what he meant."
"Then what did he mean?" South asked. Prussia leaned in and whispered in her ear. South listened intently. Slowly her face shifted to a look of shock and then to embarrassment. "I didn't know that's what he meant!" She looked ready to cry form embarrassment.
"GAUL!" Scotland punched France in the face, sending him tumbling to the floor clutching his nose.
"How was I to know she didn't understand what I meant?" France scuttled back as Scotland advanced on him.
"Maybe I should go, I'm not ready yet." South moved to stand but Prussia pulled her back down.
"Nein, that's not what I want, South!" Prussia ignored Scotland as the Celtic nation proceeded to beat France up while Spain tried to stop him.
"That's not what I meant, sweet thing. I like you too." South's eyes filled with tears. "I'm not ready for the real world yet. I'm just too dumb to be with y'all."
Scotland froze. "What? Naw! Yer not dumb at all!"
"Don't say that!" Wales said.
"But," South sniffed. "Ya'll talk about things and I make a fool of myself when I don't understand them."
"Nein, you don't," Prussia assured her. "You are a clever, beautiful young southern woman with a mean bite. You're resourceful and I wouldn't want to be with anyone. France is just an asshole, you can ignore him."
"Oh he he," South giggled, smiling at Prussia. "Thank you, sweet thing."
"Kein problem, do I get another kiss for being so awesome?" Prussia smiled innocently at his new girlfriend. South swooped down and pecked him lightly on the lips.
"Only for the most awesome man alive," she told him.
"Danke, Teufelhund."
"You're welcome, sugar pie."
"Look Prussia, A can't stop Confederacy form making her own choices, but ye hurt her and ye'll have ta answer ta us," Scotland threatened.
South's eyes flashed as she straightened up. "Did you just threaten the most precious thing in my life next to my brother?"
Scotland blinked, confused. "A'm tyring ta protect ma family from getting any more hurt then they already are. Or will be," he muttered. France and Spain shot him warning looks as Spain helped his friend off the floor.
"Di di di!" South stormed up to Scotland and stabbed him in the chest. "You will not threaten what I have left. When you've lost everythin', you learn to appreciate what you can get. I lost my chance at bein' a country and North took me in. I am grateful every day that I am alive. I now have a boyfriend that I will cherish until death or if he dumps me, then he's dead meat. But boy," South crossed her arms. "You will not take what I love and tell me what I can and cannot do."
Scotland smirked. "A like yer spunk. And A will never try ta tell ye what ta do. It's just not in ma nature. And A know what's it like to lose everything. A lost four of the best brothers A will ever have."
South froze in the middle of her ranting. "I know what its' like to lose your brother. That damned North always found the best hiding spots." South looked furious with her brother.
"A'm liking ye more and more, Cony!" Scotland laughed. Everyone else in the room looked at him like he was crazy as South cocked her head.
"Cony?" she repeated.
"Aye, that's what A'm caling ye."
"Oh . . ." Suddenly South dashed out the door shouting, "He likes me! He likes me!" None of the nations in the hall understood what she was yelling about. The nations in the room watched the door with wide eyes.
"That girl might just be stranger than America on a caffeine rush," Wales commented. "Do you think the Vikings have discovered that yet?"
"Uimh, but I can't wait until they do." Ireland grinned.
They'll forgive us.
A/N: Teddy Roosevelt died in his sleep of a heart attack. The first teddy bear was named after him.
Stonewall Jackson was one of the most famous generals for the confederates during the Civil War. He died of bleeding into his brain because the men who were carrying him away from the battlefield ran his head into a tree by accident and didn't bother to tell the doctors about it. They were too scared that they would executed for it.
Gaul (France, part of North Italy, part of Luxemburg, part of Belgium, and part of Switzerland) and Hispania (Spain) existed during the Roman era.
South picks up tics very quickly. "Oh he he," is her imitation of France. She calls America "Big brother" like Belarus. "Di di di!" is her imitation of Russia's kolkolkol. It comes from the song "Dixie Land".