A/N- Arrghh! I know this story is confusing, but I've even managed to confuse MYSELF while writing this... somehow... so this chapter, think of it as a filler chapter upon which I try my best to write my way out of the predicament I've fallen into. Sit back, relax, get yourself a mug of hot chocolate, and please have patience with my weird plots! Sorry to all, and I'll try to get a resolution soon. That's a promise!

I've always sort of liked Ukraine. She's actually a really sweet girl, even though she cries a lot, and once whenever I was having a very bad day before, she would always wrap me in a killer hug and say, "Oh, everything is going to be okay."

"Prussia? Oh, dear, is this about Belarus? I'm sorry. I didn't think..."

"No, it's not about Belarus," I say. "It's... uh... it's about you. I think."

"Oh?" Ukraine sounds concerned. "Did something happen?"

"I don't think so," I reply. "Can we just talk for a little while? Are you alone? Can you believe everything I say? Or try to? Or, at the very least, not laugh in my face and call me a delusional idiot?"

"I wouldn't do that, Prussia. Go on. I'm listening."

"In 1947, I died. My country... everything was dissolved. Now, listen. Do you have a sheet of paper?"

"Um..." I hear some things shuffling around. "Yes, I've got some."

"Draw two lines... straight lines, ja, good? Make sure they cross over each other at one point. Fine, you've got the visual, Ukraine. So, label one line A, and the other, B."

Pause. "Okay...?"

"Line A is a world where I died in 1947, and Line B is the world we are in now."

"I'm sorry. Perhaps I am dull, but I'm not quite understanding what you're talking about."

I sigh. Looks like I've got to start at the very beginning. "You know how everyone caught me with Russia the other day, and now the whole world's freaking out?" And that's not even an understatement. The whole world is freaking out.

"Da."

"Well, the morning I woke up at Russia's house... I wasn't myself. Not quite. You see, let's say, hypothetically, I came from another world. That would be Line A. In this said world, I died-"

"In 1947?"

"Ja." I clap my hands together. "Ja! And, Line B, the current, the present, whatever you want to call it, is where we are now. What I'm saying is, I think I got from Line A to Line B..."

"And you should be in the void space?" Her voice sounds hesitant but I can tell she's trying to comprehend what I'm saying.

"A void space?"

"Well, if Line A is your world and Line B is this world, the void space would have to be death, right?"

"Yes- right!" I exclaim, excited. "Of course. So, do you get what I'm saying?"

"Basically in an alternative universe you died and now you're here and you're back and you should be dead." Surprisingly, I hear no scorn, no disbelief in her voice. Thank you.

"So can I ask you questions?" I mutter.

"Oh. Sure. Ask anything you want." She sounds uncertain.

"Was Russia planning to attack me or something?" I didn't expect this to be the first thing to come out of my mouth, but it is.

"Yes. Sorry. Well, no, sort of. Russia's boss was kind of forcing him into it."

"How come?"

Another uncomfortable pause. "Well, America and Russia are sort of growing closer than they have been in, you know, the past."

"The Cold War?" I suggest, tapping my fingers against the hard cover of the History textbook.

"Sorry?" "No, go on."

"...Alright." Her voice is comforting, with a pleasant Ukrainian lilt to it. "So, because you sort of invaded America a few decades ago and everything is in ruins over there, America and Russia's bosses have been consulting. I'm sure America would love to beat you to the ground and smash out your internal organs while"-

"Ukraine."

"Wh- oh, sorry. Anyway, you know the drill- bosses talk, countries are unwillingly forced into some stuff they don't want to do. As I was saying, America really wants to destroy you or at least declare war on you, but he's busy with restoring his own nation and worrying about Japan. Although I think Japan really isn't much of a threat right now."

"Russia, though," I say. "What were you saying about him? And his boss?"

"God, you really don't remember anything, do you?" I flinch, but her voice isn't annoyed, just concerned. Filled with concern. Ukraine was always comforting me and hugging me and saying things would be okay.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she reassures me. "I'll just tell you everything, alright? This could take a while."

"No, no, go on."

She takes a deep breath. "Okay. Where to start...? Um. Let's see. After World War Two, everyone was sort of catching their breath. A couple of nations dumped a Treaty on Japan, debts he just finished paying off about five years ago. But all is well with him, as I'm sure you know. Beautiful nation, Japan is. Then you came along and attacked America. He was doing really well, he was a superpower, I believe. Since he was weak, he wasn't thinking right afterwards. He heard Japan mentioning invasions, and since he was really paranoid, he thought Japan was talking about him."

"Oh! Is that why he's so upset now?"

"Yes," Ukraine says. "Even though Japan has tried many times to explain things. And... America noticed you and Russia were starting to interact. He didn't like that. So he tried his hardest to get Russia over on his side, and he even went to Belarus for help."

"The Agreement," I say. It's making sense now. "So that's why I can't see Russia. Because of America's issues."

"Correct."

"But what about you?"

"Huh?" She sounds confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Hungary said something..." Whore. "Maybe, like, about you and I?"

She doesn't say anything for a while. The silence drags on and on. Eventually, though, she says, "Do you remember what you said to me?"

"Nein."

"You said, 'I love you more than anyone. I love you even more than Hungary.'" I hear her sniffle, and I imagine her crying, just like how she always does. "Do you still mean that?"

"I'm sorry."

"That is all I need to know." She sighs deeply. "Good luck, Prussia."

"Thank you, Ukraine." I hang up, lying back and staring at the ceiling for a long, long time.

How interesting. So that's why Hungary doesn't like Ukraine. But I don't understand why Hungary is mad at me. This stuff isn't even my fault. Or is it? Is this how I would act if I had gone on living? Isn't all I wanted a chance to live?

Yes, but not like this.

I sit up, suddenly not tired. I'm going to fix everything. I've made up my mind.

I am going to die, and Bruder is going to live, and everything is going to be okay, just like Ukraine always told me.