"Romania, don't do anything you might regret."

"I have no idea what you're going on about, brother dearest."

"Stop playing around. I heard the conversation with Bessarabia."

Romania froze. So far he had been smiling, yet now he wore a poker face. His posture had been relaxed, yet now it was rigid. And his eyes had been unreadable, yet now they showed a bit of surprise. He stared at one of his younger brothers, Moldavia to be exact, and his brother stared back. Moldavia was taller than Romania, well built and with red hair, with only a bit of brown in it, and blue eyes which appeared to have an icy look in them. A stubble adorned his face, and he gave of a slightly intimidating aura. The region of Moldavia wasn't exactly the richest, but Gheorghe had been a strong nation during the medieval times, especially under the rule of Stephan the Great. The medieval era, along with the strong hold on the Dacian heritage, made him look intimidating to some, even strong, and it had earned him some respect despite the region's state. After the Romans had conquered Dacia, Horia had changed a bit, his hair becoming brown and his eyes becoming darker. Moldavia hadn't changed. While Horia had represented the Roman part of Dacia, Moldavia had represented the Free Dacians.

An uncomfortable silence had settled in, and neither of the brothers enjoyed it.

"I still have no idea what you're talking about, dear." Romania had finally decided to break the silence.

"I told you to stop playing around, Romania." Moldavia replied. "I told you I heard it all."

After a bit more silence, Romania decided to drop the act. "It's not nice to eavesdrop, Moldavia."

"I know, but…"

"But?" Romania interrupted.

"But I was walking by, and Bessarabia mentioned how our people want unification, and he didn't want one, and… well, I ended up listening." Moldavia looked down at his feet after giving his sibling an answer.

Romania watched his brother lower his head. He didn't know what to do or say. Both of them just stood there. This time, however, Moldavia was the one to break the silence.

"Brother, please. Let's slow down. We should give Bessarabia room to breathe." In all honestly, Gheorghe didn't want to give Moldova room to breathe either. But he thought that if they kept on pushing, Moldova would reject them even more.

"No."

Moldavia's head snapped up. "What?! But, why?"

"Because," Romania replied, "he's had time to think about this long enough. Ever since he received his independence."

"Romania, please stop. Bessarabia is not coming back and you know it. Stop holding onto such a dream." And with that Moldavia left Romania, alone, in his study.

The Romanian decided to go and sit at his desk, intending to finish the rest of his work. He needed to finish it all quickly to get on with the plan. Once by one, all the papers were completed and by the end of it all, a pile of finished paperwork lay on the corner of Romania's desk. After pouring himself a glass of red wine, he sat back down and began thinking of his "battle" plan.

First, he'd have to speak of this to Transylvania and Dobruja. Moldavia was already well aware of his plans.

Second, what land should he get back? And how? Back during his days as the Dacian Empire, things were different. At some point in history he had owned land from Ukraine, all the way to Germany. He owned large parts of Eastern and Central Europe. However, before he conquered those pieces of land, he owned only Northern and Eastern Bulgaria, Eastern Serbia and Hungary, and large parts of Southern, Western and Eastern Ukraine. All this land had been conquered by him and his brothers. Nowadays, though, he had to make silly little negotiations with the other nations. And he really didn't feel like having a boring meeting with any of them. Not to mention that no one would gain anything from them. Plus, if he were to try to conquer the land back, probably all the nations of Europe would turn against him.

However, the idea of having Bessarabia, whose human name was Ion, made him smile. If there was one thing he truly wanted, it was to have Bessarabia back. Even if it meant risking himself by getting into trouble with others. In the end, it would be worth it…

Horia kept smiling. He didn't care. He didn't care about the others. He cared about his siblings. Each and every one of them.

It was decided. With or without trouble, he'd get his brother back. In the end, it would be worth it…

Deciding that it's finally time to start making a plan, the Romanian picked up his phone and dialed a few numbers. He waited patiently for a few seconds before the person he was calling picked up the phone.

"Alo?"

"Hey, Silviu! Care to pay me a visit at the capital?" Horia said this is a sort of sing-song voice, a cheerful tone to it.

"Uh… Sure, why not? When do you want me to get there?" The Transylvanian asked.

"How about this week? Friday?"

"Sure. I'll be there. Pa!"

"Pa, pa!" Romania hung up. All he needed to do now was call Dobruja, or Constantin, and get him there on Friday as well. After that, everything would be put into place.

Aaaaaaaaand, here's the second chapter! Gosh, I feel terrible for not having updated in so long, but I got caught up in schoolwork, and then it all just became plain laziness. But, winter vacation is coming up, so I'll try t write yet another chapter with these guys. By the way, so we're all clear on the names here:

Horia- Romania

Ion- Bessarabia/Moldova

Gheorghe- Moldavia

Silviu- Transylvania

Constantin- Dobruja

That's all folks! Don't forget to review, cause I'm really curious to see what you guys think of this whole thing. And if you've got any ideas for the future, don't hesitate to tell me! Bye for now!