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Chapter 6: Ukraine's Sisters

Sophia was lying on the back couch in a beam from the sun, which had finally started to come out these days, when she heard Russia call her. He didn't call her out loud however; he called her through their mind-link.

Sophia, could you please come here for a second? Asked Russia's voice in her mind.

Sophia got up off the couch and stretched, sure, she thought back easily.

When the mind-link had first appeared Sophia hadn't been able to control how strongly she thought and thusly, what Russia did and didn't hear.

Those days were gone, the connection had grown stronger and stronger and now both she and Russia had full control over their link. They could feel each others presence in a 10km radius in any direction and could instinctively tell where the other person was and their emotions.

Sophia wandered into her room where Russia was standing with a short-haired female with absolutely huge breasts wearing a white shirt and a pair of pale blue overalls.

Russia smiled at Sophia as she entered the room, "Sophia, this is my big sister Ukraine. Ukraine this is the girl I told you about, this is Sophia, she's Moscow."

"Oh?" Huge breasts jiggling Ukraine leaned around her younger brother to look at Sophia, "she looks so much like America. Oh well."

Ukraine smiled, "I'm Ukraine, but since we're practically family you can call me Katyusha or Kat. It's so nice to meet you Sophia."

Sophia suddenly realized that, although she knew Belarus's and now Ukraine's human names, she didn't know Russia's. England had said it once, right after she'd been transported here but she'd long since forgotten.

Ukraine leaned forwards and enveloped Sophia in a warm, slightly motherly, hug. "I'm so glad Brother found someone after all these years."

Sophia glanced at Russia to see how he responded to this last statement but Russia was busy looking at the papers on Sophia's desk. They were all sketches she had drawn.

They weren't that good, Sophia didn't have any materials other than paper and a pencil she had gotten from Russia but she did have her own certain pop-art style that she had learned in New York.

While not great, the style was easily recognisable. Russia probably recognised the few sketches she had done of him but the other three… Sophia paled as she remembered what the other three were of.

"Sophia?" Russia turned to her with a curious look on his face, "who's this?" He held up a picture of the girl Sophia had been dreading him finding.

It was of a tall girl with a long coat and scarf; she had long greyish-white hair and a fringe that ended just above her eyes. Her eyes were violet but thankfully you couldn't know that from the black and white picture. The girl was digging a hole with a large shovel with one hand and holding a faucet behind her back with the other.

"Um… Err… It's… It is…" Sophia stammered, It's certainly not a Nyo!talia picture of you, she thought sarcastically. She only thought this to herself thankfully, and not Russia.

Feeling her anxiety and mortification Russia glanced at Sophia, puzzled. She ignored him.

Maybe if I just ignore him, he'll go away. She doubted it could be that simple.

Ukraine leaned forwards and examined the picture, "how strange, it almost looks like a girl version of-"

Belarus raced into the room. Sophia heaved a mental sigh of relief; she had never been so relieved to see the other female.

That relief was short lived, "Brother! I just found this letter on your desk! It says that England found a way to send Sophia back to her own world! What are we going to do?!" Belarus yelled, running up to Russia, waving the letter around.

Russia froze, he had been about to scold Belarus for reading his mail, again, but this was much worse.

Hesitantly he took the letter from his sister and scanned it. Sophia felt his anxiety and unhappiness get worse and worse with each line, then all of a sudden, Sophia couldn't feel them.

Russia had cut the link between their minds as easily as he could cut a thread with a pair of scissors.

Sophia prodded against the barrier between their minds, it didn't budge at all, and she pushed against it harder, still nothing. Don't you close yourself off from me you bastard! Tell me what you're thinking! She wailed mentally. Russia, of course, couldn't hear her, no matter how hard she yelled mentally.

He looked at her, "it says we have to use this spell he wrote here to open a portal to your world. If we go through the portal that will bring America back to this world. Then I'm supposed to come back and leave you in your world." Russia had a serious, worried look on his face.

"But…" Belarus looked from one to the other, "Little Sister Sophia's Moscow now, right? She can't leave, she's your heart."

Belarus grabbed Sophia by the shoulders, "you're not going to actually leave, right?"

Sophia glanced at Russia again but he was looking determinedly out a window to his left. She opened her mouth to speak, just then the door opened again and Lithuania stepped through.

"Pardon me, Mr. Russia, Miss Belarus, Miss Ukraine, I couldn't help but overhear the last part of your conversation. I was wondering if I could speak with Moscow?"

He gave Sophia an accusing look and she grimaced, 'sorry Lithuania.' She mouthed.

Sophia nodded and, stepping forward, ushered Lithuania into the hall and down further so the others couldn't hear their conversation.

The moment they were out of earshot Lithuania turned to Sophia and set his hands on his hips, "why didn't you tell me you were Moscow?

"I didn't know at the time," Sophia said truthfully. Lithuania gave her an excellent 'don't-you-give-me-that-excuse' glare.

"But you knew you weren't America," he replied, "and you knew this wasn't your world, you decided to lie to about ninety-eight percent of the world about who you were."

"Yeah," said Sophia.

Lithuania gave her a sad look, "alright, that was your choice to make. I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed."

Sophia squirmed inwardly, that was a look that made her want to commit suicide from guilt, Lithuania would really make a great father.

"Sorry," she mumbled, she barely knew the guy, how could he make her feel so goddamn guilty for telling a small white lie?

"Anyway, I wish I had known you were Moscow earlier, then I never would have told you all those horrible things about Russia. Look, while I would rather die than be stuck linked to Russia for life I realize that's my own personal opinion and not everyone feels the way I do. As you now know there can be personifications of Capitals as well as Countries."

"Like me," Sophia confirmed.

"Like you," Lithuania agreed, "as you probably also know Capitals are virtually identical to Countries personification wise. They don't age past a certain point, usually somewhere from their mid-teens to late twenties. They can't be hurt, much, unless the capital they personify is hurt and if that capital is annexed they'll die. You know this yes?"

"Yes," confirmed Sophia, she wasn't afraid of dying. She was the personification of Moscowso she didn't see her annexation and death happening any time soon.

"And as you also know each Capital is psychically connected to their Country, though I've been told falling in love with one's Capital is actually fairly uncommon. It seems to be a matter of chance rather than fate. Though not all Countries have a personification of their Capital. Those who do are considered extremely lucky," Lithuania summarised.

"I'm sure Mr. Russia told you all of this. But what I'm also relatively certain he didn't tell you the full extent of the bond between you."

There was silence between the two of them, "go on," Sophia said warily, from the way this was going it seemed as though Russia wasn't going to have to look for a new Capital any time soon but Sophia might have to start looking for a new Country.

Because if Russia had not told her something important about her new role as his Capital, again, she was going to freaking kill him.

As though he sensed the tension in her, Lithuania flinched; "well…" he rubbed the back of his head. Suddenly he leaned forwards and seized Sophia's hands between both of his, gripping them urgently.

"Look, I'm not telling you this because I want to force you to stay but I have no other choice. I know Russia would never tell you this because he doesn't want to force you into picking him when he knows as well as I do that you want to go back to your own world but you really need to know the truth. If you go back to your own world and stay there it will kill him. And you."

"What?!" Sophia yelled.

"Shh," Lithuania hissed, "if Mr. Russia knew I was telling you this he would totally kill me but you really need to know."

He took a deep breath and looked Sophia in the eye, calmer now, "if you leave Russia behind it won't kill him or you physically but that doesn't mean very horrible things won't happen. Finding your Capital is a very rare thing and those who do are considered blessed but losing one." He shuddered, "no one should ever have to go through that."

An overwhelming pity rushed through Sophia, "you had a Capital," she murmured, "and you lost her. You poor thing." Sophia wasn't the greatest at reading people but the pain in Lithuania's eyes was so real it was impossible not to see.

Lithuania sighed, "Vilnius and I were very close. Losing her…" He trailed off and shook his head… "It's something you never get over but that was a very long time ago and I don't want to talk about it. Having your Capital die… But having your Capital alive and well but never being able to see her…" He shook his head again. "It would destroy Russia, he'd just be a shadow of himself, an empty shell, and you-" he paused, "actually, I have no idea what will happen to you. For obvious reasons no Capital has ever survived losing their country so there is a chance you might be perfectly fine." Another pause "might be."

Sophia shook her head, "I would never be fine living my life knowing Russia was hurting because of me! I, I love him!" She said passionately. This was the first time she had ever admitted out loud that she loved Russia, except for when she had confessed.

Saying it to someone, even if that someone wasn't Russia was still part invigorating, part terrifying. And something Lithuania had said didn't make sense. That seemed to be happening to Sophia a lot recently.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," she said quickly, holding up her hands in a 'stop' gesture, "Russia and Belarus did it and now you're doing it too. Why has everyone automatically assumed I'm going to stay in my world? I'm going to go there with Russia so America, the real America, who's trapped between the dimensions, can come back, yes, but I'm going to come right back too."

"Lithuania gave her a sad smile, "you say that now. But what about your family?"

My father. Sophia felt a crushing guilt hit her. In all the excitement of the past hour she had forgotten completely about her father.

He would be so alone without me… Sophia's mother had died of breast cancer right after her fourteenth birthday and her father had never re-married. Sophia was her father's whole world.

It's been months, he'll think I'm dead by now. I have to let him know I'm okay. But how can I show up after so long and just leave again?

"Well we have a spell that lets us go back and forth between my world and this one, right? So we can visit sometimes, can't we?" She asked.

Lithuania shrugged, again, "perhaps, but you would have to tell your father the while truth. He'll probably want to know why you aren't aging, amongst other things. And that's if he even lets you leave."

Sophia bristled, "It's July, I'm eighteen in September, I can do what I want."

"And what about your friends?" Lithuania asked softly.

My friends… Poor Jenny would be so devastated. She and Sophia had been best friends since kindergarten and had stuck with each other through thick and thin. They never fought and were more like sisters, despite the fact that the hyperactive redhead and the tomboyish blonde had almost nothing in common.

And then there was Ryan their best friend who loved football more than life and would always stick up for the girls and protect them from the other stupid jocks.

Jenny and Sophia would always go to his games and laugh really loudly and point, even when he was doing a great job. Then Ryan would always go to their gymnastic performances and soccer games and laugh and point at them. It was their ritual.

And then there was cute, shy little Michael, Jenny's younger brother who followed them everywhere and adored them so much…

"I'll write them a letter to let them know I'm okay. That's all I'll tell them; that I'm okay. I don't want to leave them. But I won't let anything happen to Russia. Ever." She stormed off down the hall, Lithuania on her heels and pushed the door open.

Ukraine was crying silently and Belarus looked downright miserable. Russia had one arm around each sister's shoulder's and was leaning down to rest his head on Ukraine's shoulder.

Sophia walked up to them and grabbed the letter. She handed it to Russia, "open the portal. You and I are going to go talk to my father and bring America back. Then you and I are going to come back home. To here."

Russia took the letter from her, his eyes held sadness and resignation but also something else. It looked like hope. He began to read the chant England had written down for them. When he was done the portal opened.

"Let's go," Sophia began to walk towards the portal, Russia took a few steps, then hesitated, Sophia growled and grabbed his arm, "screw you Russia, you aren't getting rid of me this easily."

She dragged him through the portal. "We'll be back," she promised the other three as she stepped through.

Ukraine sniffed, "I hope so."

Belarus hugged her big sister comfortingly, "I know they will. I'm sure of it."

Lithuania believed so too. He had seen the look on Sophia's face that was a girl who was not going to give up the new family she had. Belarus and Sophia might be two totally different people but now they had one thing in common.

They were both Ukraine's sisters.

HA HA! Long. Very long. Hope it wasn't too complicated or confusing or anything. Just let me know if there's something you don't understand. R & R people. Next chapter is the last chapter!
Now I'm sad…