Arthur stared at the male in front of him. He had an awkward smile, that made him think of Karina...but he still frowned. What if this was a prank by Alfred?
"you're really a guy..." he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Karina nodded, and even as a guy, she had that nervous blush that he observed from time to time, but he did love that about her. After all, it was a rather refreshing change from the annoying antics of America.

He watched the way the strange male acted...it almost fit Karina perfectly...no wait...it was her...but how did one of his good friends turn into a man?
Did he accidentally curse her?

...no...

He wouldn't...

But what if he did...

Late into last night, a dark cloak flutters in the wind, its cold breeze shaking the fabric, but the wearer didn't mind...he was too busy in his chanting...a low angry tone,

Arthur Kirkland tried to concentrate...he was trying to curse America again...and he was going a well job, until he looked up at the moon, and its bright yellow glow, reflected off of the sun, made him think of the bright yellow orbs that were Karina's eyes...getting distracted for a moment proved to be fatal...

Arthur hoped he managed to curse Alfred, but now that he saw the result of his last night curse attempt, he knew otherwise.

"Karina?" he started to feel bad for her. "I...how do I put this?...it's my fault you're in this unfortunate predicament...I apologize for this..." he nervously scratched the back of his head.

His emerald eyes, filled with regret stared back into Karina's own yellow orbs. Not a single word was uttered, until of coarse America broke the silence.

"How do we change her back?" he frowned, annoyed that his best female friend was a guy.

"It could take hours...no days if she's lucky" he sighed, trying to thing of what spell he uses the previous. Sadly most of it was a vague blur.

"but the meeting is in a couple hours!"

Both makes looked at Karina in shock. Well they were screwed.

"Remember, call me Kali, ya?"

"yeah, whatever Kal..." America boredly bit into a burger, quacking taking a sip of a milkshake he got on the way.

This time the meetings were to be held in Indonesia's capital, Jakarta. The room was filled, as various nations spoke to one another.

Belarus smiles to herself, hoping her plan to get rid of china would work. She spent half the night, sabotaging his chances of being with her Russia...she couldn't wait.

"brother and I will be, married, married, married..." she softly chanted.

((A.N switching personal pronouns for Indonesia to "he"))

The room fell silent as Indonesia, followed by America and England, had walked in.

Knowing full well Holland would blow his cover, and so Kali made his way to the Dutch male, and handed him a notebook, since he knew Indonesia longer than the other nations.

He frowned and opened the notebook:

"just go along with this, and I'll make you won't be arrested for smoking...
-Indonesia"

He raised an eyebrow, but tore the paper, hiding it in his pocket, after all it was practically a'stay-out-of-jail-free' card.

"before I begin." Kali paused looking at the other nations. "My name is Kali, and I am Karina's twin brother...due to her catching a flu...I will be in charge..."

"Karina's sick?" north Italy jumped up, looking upset. He let out a frantic ve, until Germany made him sit down.

Kali rolled his eyes...of coarse Feliciano would get upset...but he loved the guy for being so caring.

"I wanted to start this off with the chance for us to be able to talk in a rational manner, and trust you left any form if weapon at the door..." he sighed, knowing Russia had a pipe, Hungary a frying pan, Japan a katana, Switzerland a gun...the list went on...

"First of-"

The door swing open to reveal a very angry Russia, the smaller nations hid under the table, even the Italy brothers his behind their respective caretakers.

He was radiating a dark purple aura, and to anyone, it appeared that he was a demon from hell.

"Sistra!"

"Da brother?" Belarus went to her brother expecting to get a hug, instead, his cold metal pipe collided with her fair delicate cheekbone.

The sound of broken bone silenced the room, while weaker nations panicked and tried to hide under the now overcrowded table.

That is until someone decided to stop Russia.

The sound of metal hitting against metal replaces the sound of bones breaking. The nations who had managed to stay seated, but tried to block the scene before them, a terrible moment of the bystander effect put into motion, had curiously looked over to see who was suicidal enough to challenge Russia.

They were surprised to see Kali.

"I have no problem with you, comrade" Russia innocently smiled at the Indonesian male, but his smile went on blind eyes, as Kali refused to backdown. Instead he knocked the pipe out if his hands, and decked the Russian square in the face.

"Arthur! Get Natalia out of here! Bring her to the nearest hospital!" the British man nodded, scooping the now unconscious Belorussian girl up, and, followed by America, left the room.

He then turned his attention at the Russian, right as the metal pipe collided with his face, sending him into the wall.

A chilling kol filled the air, as Kali staggered forward, glaring at the Russian. He spit out some blood, before reaching for a small sword he kept at his waist.

"Doitsu" Italy cried as he retreated into a corner waving a white flag in panic

It took Germany, Sweden, Hungary, and a very irritated Holland combined to break up the fight.

Kali was glaring at Russia, as they had Hungary tend to the wounds. Overall, he had a busted lip, needed stitches on his forehead, and was pretty bruised, and his dominant arm may have been fractured in the fight.

Russia didn't walk away unscathed, he sported a black eye, some nasty cuts, some bruises, and Kali made sure he hit some nerves.

Germany had taken over the meeting. Trying to get to the bottom of why Russia attacked his own sister, after all they knew why Kali defended her...they soon realized that Kali was very protective, especially when it cane down to a guy harming a girl...and soon teased him about being Romano number two, or Romano 2.0, well Spain teased him about that, only to get head-butted.

During the break Kali rushed off, to call America.

"Hey, Kali? What I miss?"

Kali sighed in pure annoyance at the American's poor grammar, but soon let it go.

"How is she?"

"Still unconscious...he really did a number on her..."

"You two will return, ya? I can take care of her after this..." as soon as he hung up a pair if hands grabbed his chest, groping him.

"Jangan pegang saya!" he yelled and flipped the Korean, throwing him into a wall, before running.

As soon as he got to the hospital, both America and England refused to leave until the knew their friend was ok.

After gutting stitches, something for the bruises, and a cast for his arm, they led him into the room Natalia was in.

Looking at her sleeping form, he smiled and sat down.

"Maaf..." he sadly muttered moving a strand of blonde hair to see the damage. Russia didn't show her mercy, and had really done damage on her.

He let a sigh of relief, as she softly let out a pained whimper and turned her head away from his touch.

Light peeked into the room, as Belarus started to stir. Her body ached all over, but she was alive. Opening her eyes, she notes the she's in a hospital, and a boy fell asleep near her. His head resting on the side, causing some of his spiky hair to fall over his face. Frowning she leaned forward, despite the pain, and touched the top of his head to make sure he was real. Yes. He was.

Sitting back she tried to think of how she got here.

Her brother.

He beat her.

She was his baby sister.

And he beat her.

Tears started to sting, as she felt herself crying. Lost in her moment if despair, she didn't realize that her visitor had woken up.

"Ms. Belarus?" he nervously stared at her. She was a wreck. But, who could blame her?

She sniffles and coldly stares back.

"M-Maaf..." he frowns and tries to wipe away a tear, but she coldly smacks his hand away. "I'm sorry ms. Belarus...you are my guest...and I failed to protect you from this..."

Her frown deepened. She could never understand the Asian nations.

He put a hand through his hair, forgetting to not use his dominant arm for a while, quickly remembering when he felt some pain.

"Why did you do this?" she stated more than asked. "Brother doesn't pull any punches when he fights...why go through all of that?"

Kali paused, to think, before he remembered something America said when he was a girl.

"Because, as a nation, I couldn't stand to let Russia beat you like that...you deserve better Ms. Belarus, and I'm sure that behind the knives, you're pretty..." he smiled before kissing her on the cheek and walked out to get a change of clothing.

Blushing, and at a loss for words, she watched the door close, before placing her hand on the place he kissed, it still felt warm, causing her to blush

Each day until she was to be released, Kali faithfully stayed by her side, feeding her, helping her recover...he couldn't help her change or take care of her intimate personal needs, such as bathing or using the restroom, but he stayed with her for the other times. Something she never understood.

Why was he placing her needs above his own? Brother did some damage on him too...his arm was in a cast, which was upgraded to ensure he didn't move it too much, and he occassionally caused his stitches to reopen, until a stronger method was used to keep him from bleeding out.

Each time she asked, he would smile and tell her that not to worry, and just focus on recovering. She kept asking, even when he would smile or laugh.

Once Ukraine visited, and was in tears, happy her little sister was alive, but sad that her brother was still so upset, and that they both were injured. She thanked Kali for saving Natalia, because she didn't know what to do if she ever had to bury her little sister.

Ukraine tried to be a mother figure to her siblings, but she worried she had failed them. After all, Russia was a cruel sadistic monster, and her dear little sister, had an obsessive streak that was terrifying...she on the other hand, her contrast to the way the other two acted, nice and kind, and a bit of a crybaby, compared to the scary other two, had seemed to make her the black sheep if the family, anyway she wanted to care for her siblings, but something went wrong along the way. She was grateful Natalia was alive.

After nearly hugging Kali to death, she made sure Natalia was alright.

"Sistra? Does brother hate me?"

Ukraine gasped. Yes she expected this, but not so soon.

"You know he loves you Natalia, he's just very hurt that you did that..." Ukraine frowned. "He could never hate his baby sister..." she tried to smile. "Besides, have thank that man for saving you? He fought tooth and nail for you...it was scary...Russia kept hitting him, but he wouldn't give up...he kept going after Russia...it was so scary when he was bleeding and bruised, but he never gave up..." she stopped herself from rambling as Belarus frowned.

Her eyes widened when she remembered seeing the look in his eyes, a look of pure fury at Russia. She lost consciousness as he initiated the fight.

Her cheeks felt warmer, and she bit at her lip, starting to feel uncomfortable.

"sistra? what's wrong?"

A.N. Bwhahahahahahahahahahah clifhanger~ well, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this part...wow...like over 2000 words...

ok translations

ya- yes

tidak- no

Jangan pegang saya- don't touch me

maaf- sorry/excuse me

and some explanations:

what did belarus do?: want an omake explaining?

why did germany, sweden, and the other guys break it up?: well come on now, some of the toughest guys...and hungary with her manly frying pan

also going to make an omake for America cheering Indonesia up, so how kali acted won't seem so weird...plus it was almost an act of desperation...until then~ ;)