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Here's chapter 4, let me know what you think!

Chapter 4: Canada's Brother

"Miss Sophia! Come back here please!" Russia yelled, chasing Sophia down the hall. Sophia, who was miraculously managing to stay ahead of the immortal nation, sprinted down the corridor, confidential papers clutched in her hand.

No, Sophia wasn't trying to steal papers so secret that the Russian government would try to assassinate her. She was just bored. Not just bored but B.O.R.E.D.

Bored as in shoot-herself-in-the-head-just-for-something-to-do bored. Sophia ran around a few more corners until she was sure she had lost the country, she leaned against the wall, panting.

A hand grabbed her shoulder; Sophia screamed and nearly jumped out of her skin. Russia plucked the documents form her hand.

"Here we are," he said pleasantly, folding the documents in half and tucking them inside his cloak, "if you were so bored you just could have said so. Come. We'll find something to do."

He walked off. Sophia willingly trotted after him. Gone were the days where she feared Russia. Now Sophia was sure she had made a new friend, or maybe, just maybe, something more.

She had been feeling a little strange around Russia lately, a kind of weird buzzing in her chest that reminded her of the feeling she'd gotten back in Grade 8 whenever she looked at her crush, Football Team Captain Brad Turner, who at the time was three grades higher than she was.

Of course, Brad was smart and funny and nice and good-looking and Football Team Captain.

Of course he'd ended up with the head cheerleader and four years later still didn't even know Sophia's name.

She'd gotten over her ridiculous crush, of course, long ago. But she was starting to feel now exactly how she'd felt then. Sophia mentally face-palmed, he's an immortal country, and I thought a crush on the Football Captain was dumb.

Russia and I would never work out," Sophia thought, he's immortal, I'm not. He's Russia the Communist Country, I'm a poster girl for Capitalist America. This isn't even my world; he's a character in a show I used to watch. Oh yeah, and did I mention he's RUSSIA THE COUNTRY?

Sophia sighed, Russia, preoccupied with his own thoughts that were travelling along remarkably similar lines, didn't hear her.

He liked Sophia, he liked her a lot. She was fun and smart and unlike pretty much everyone he knew, she didn't fear him. She had adapted well to her situation and Russia had to admire her for that, if nothing else.

Plus, he thought she was pretty, not amazingly, ravishingly stunning, but pretty, even beautiful when she smiled, as long as she wasn't reminding him of America, which she did occasionally.

Russia glanced back at the blonde following him with wonder; he wasn't used to thinking of human girls as 'pretty.'

Sophia sighed again and this time Russia did hear her and glanced back again, this time with curiosity but Sophia ignored him. Even if we would work out I need to find some way to bring the real America back and find some way to get back to my own world.

After bullying and begging Russia until he watched both Alien and Aliens with her Sophia found it hard to keep her eyes open. She loved those movies, she really did.

She often got spooked by horror movies but these fell more into the category of si-fi/thriller so she didn't mind so much. Plus, with Russia's steady presence and constant warmth behind her it was hard to be afraid.

But now that the movies were over Sophia was finding it hard to stay awake. Her eyelids fluttered, she didn't think she would even be able to make it back to the rooms that had been given to her. But there was something she wanted to say first, "you know Russia, Lithuania was wrong about you," she said sleepily, "you're a great guy, I'm glad I met y…" her voice trailed off as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Russia glanced at her, shocked. He wasn't surprised that Lithuania had told Sophia he was an evil Communist killing machine or something like that, and he didn't blame him for doing so.

But he was surprised at Sophia's thoughts about him. She didn't hate or fear him, she liked him. She, an American teenager, actually liked him, she thought he was great.

Russia studied Sophia's sleeping face, was it possible that his strange, newfound feelings might actually requited?

Russia shook the thought away that was a conversation for another day. Standing, he picked Sophia up and carried her back to her room, she couldn't stay on the couch, she'd freeze.

Opening the door with his shoulder, Russia pulled the covers back with one hand and placed Sophia on the bed before pulling them over her.

Sophia stirred and her blue eyes flickered open for a second before sliding shut again without her fully waking. Russia brushed Sophia's bangs from her face, removing her glasses as he did so.

Before leaving the room he threw his huge coat over her for good measure, it was the middle of winter and the nights could get beyond freezing.

Russia thought he saw Sophia smile slightly in her sleep as he placed his coat over her. The usually calm and cheerful country rubbed his face with a gloved hand as he left the room and walked back to his study. What have I gotten myself into?

"Wh-what do you mean another dimension? You don't know where America is? Mr. England, what did you say happened to my brother?! You're joking right?!" Canada asked, panicky.

"Who are you?" Asked the Polar bear in his arms.

Canada hoisted him up higher, "I'm Canada Mr. Kumafish," he told the bear distractedly, too worried to indulge in their usual banter and getting his bear's name hideously wrong instead of just a little.

England ran a hand through his blond hair, "yes, well," he muttered distractedly, leafing through a spell book with his free hand, "I'm not joking but I am still looking. Don't worry Canada, I think I've found a spell that will help. I'm just working out the kinks, but don't worry, we'll have America back soon, I promise."

"Thank you," Canada said gratefully, calming down slightly, "is America in any danger? Where is he now?"

"Well…" England flipped through a few more pages, "from what I can tell he didn't quite make it to Sophia's dimension for one reason or another, so my best guess is that he's caught between the dimensions."

"What's between the dimensions?" Canada asked, all of this magic mumbo-jumbo was like ancient Chinese to him.

"A whole lot of nothing as far as I know, but I've never been there." Said England, taking a sip of his tea. "Don't worry though, he's America the country, he'll be fine."

"But he doesn't have any food or water!" Canada cried, country or not America would be dead if he had gone this whole time without nutrients.

England shook his head, "no, there's no sense of time in between dimensions, it'll be years before America feels like he's been gone more than an hour so we shouldn't have to worry. Besides, what with that ridiculous amount of hamburgers and milkshakes your brother keeps up his sleeves I wouldn't be too worried anyway."

Canada laughed slightly, "yeah, that's true." He was starting to feel a bit better.

"There is one problem though…" England muttered, Canada's insides tensed up again.

"What's that?" He asked, blue-violet eyes widening.

England waved his hands hurriedly, "no, no, it's nothing bad, it's just…strange."

"Strange how?" Canada asked, still worried. He hugged Mr. Kumajirou tighter.

"Well I was over Russia's the other day to see how Sophia –that's the girl I was telling you about- was doing and I noticed something strange."

"Strange how?" Canada asked again.

England ran a hand through his hair again, "it wasn't really anything either of them said or did but I kind of got the impression that they've both become very…er…shall we say…attached."England said delicately. "While I do believe she is anxious to see her father, I don't believe Sophia will be entirely happy to leave this dimension."

"Russia and that human girl got attached? What do you mean by attached?" Canada asked, he didn't like the sound of that."

England sighed, "I meant exactly what I said, they're quite close."

"How close?" The other blond asked.

"Too close, closer than I expected, close enough that this won't end prettily." England replied. "Or at least I don't think it will. Dammit. This is my all fault."

Canada shook his head, "no, you couldn't have known any of it would turn out this way. It's not your fault."

England smiled at the younger country. "Thank you Canada. And you're right, I need to concentrate on fixing this, not worrying about how it happened."

He held up the spell-book, "let's go get your brother back."

Russia was sitting on the couch with Sophia curled against his side when the phone rang. Russia was going through some work papers his boss had sent while Sophia was reading a book. It had felt weird to Russia, to have the prescience of another living thing by his side, but he had quickly grown used to it the same way he had grown used to her.

"Privet?" Russia said, picking up the phone. Sophia didn't even bother to lift her head, Russia got plenty of calls from government officials at all hours and they all sounded horribly boring. Not that Sophia could understand what they were saying anyway.

She had picked up a few words from staying with Russia, 'chto'-what, 'pochemu'-why, 'do svidaniya'-goodbye and 'der'mo'-shit, and she had asked Russia to teach her some of his language, but she still couldn't understand full sentences other than the generic 'hello, how are you' or 'nice day isn't it' or 'pass the salt' or the most common one Russia said to her 'Miss Sophia please put that down' when she screwed with his documents.

"Chto?" Russia said, leaning forwards, startling Sophia from her position, she glanced warily at Russia.

What he had said hadn't bothered her, he'd just said 'what?' It was the way he had said it, he had sounded dismayed, almost upset. Russia glanced at Sophia and left the room.

She could hear him murmuring in the hall but, even after sneaking over to the door to get as close as she could, couldn't make out what he was saying.

When Russia came back in he was smiling as usual. But his pale eyes were set. He smiled at Sophia and seemed to be trying to be happy.

"Good news," he told her in English. "Canada says England thinks he's found a spell that will reverse the effects and send you back home."

Sophia's face lit up, she could go home! See her father and let him know she was alright! It had been over a month, she was certain he thought she was dead now.

Hmm… she'd have to think up a good story, maybe Russia could help her with that…

Russia.

She would be leaving Russia. She would go back to her world and he would go back to being an anime character to her. Nothing more, nothing less. He wouldn't be someone real, just a memory at best. Not a person, just a mass of land Sophia had no connection to.

And he certainly wouldn't be the man she had come to truly care for.

The smile slid from Sophia's face as she considered what it might cost her, them, for her to go home and bring back Canada's brother.

How was that? R & R guys, I just figured out how to reply to reviews so I might actually reply! (Don't judge me, I'm stupid).

Sorry I'm late, this should have been updated well over 12 hours ago but this fic is hard, it's not what I usually write. And I said in the AN of Prince and Prince(ss) that I would update this one on Sunday and it is still hours away from being Monday, here in Australia anyway, so I think I'm good...

Anyhow, this story will probably have 7 chapters so we're nearly there guys!

Nearly there?!

I'm sad now…

Oh, and 'privet means 'hello' in Russian but you guys probably knew that anyway…