The prompt pairing was Toris/Alfred, I was intrigued because it wasn't the other way around. Add the comment "while they're in Ivan's harem" and mixed with dramas of such, you get a story of scheming countries striving for a perceived master's attention.

Summary: When the Cold War ends with the fall of the North Americas, the personifications of the United States, Canada, and Mexico are brought into the Ivan's family. Lead by Cuba, they are welcomed into a world where when Ivan is away, China took the opportunity to annex Xinjiang, and all countries are at each others' throats to gain favour or at least deflect attention from Ivan. The only one truly outside of this is the visiting diplomat Denmark, who forms the Arctic council conspiracy with Finland, Greenland, and Canada. Sadly despite the newcomers' resistance and defiance they are unable to protect one of their own, for when the opportunity appeared other nations seized the chance to discredit Mexico, and subsequently killed her.

It was with a heavy heart that the Americas gathered Estela's things. To think, Estela had not even managed to stay one night in the Braginski fortress before she passed on. Everything she had unpacked would never be used, it would only be thrown away. Alfred knew that to do so was a waste, so he and the others had decided to gather everything and burn them as an offering to Mexico, and to keep them from being destroyed by Soviet hands.

The small makeshift fire ate Estela's personal items almost painfully slowly, as if trying to torture the Americas while they watched the flames burn. It took Alfred everything not to start screaming or crying, cursing Ivan and this fortress and every single nation within its walls. Raul, standing beside him, already had his fists clenched, and if Raul decided to go on a rampage Alfred knew he should help his brother stop him even if he really wanted Raul to do all the dirty work.

Matthew's eyes glittered with unshed tears. It had been him who had asked Katyusha to give them the necessary tools to start the fire and bribe the guards to let them do so. Officially the guards had a duty to stop the nations from doing certain activities, especially one which could potentially lead to damaging the fortress. Unofficially, the guards could be corrupt and planning to steal from Estela's belongings, a bribe was needed to keep them away, and Katyusha had done so.

Katyusha, sweet and sisterly Katyusha, she had found Matthew as the nation was returning to the North American wing after his secret meeting with Denmark. Instead of questioning or threatening him, she had simply led him back to his wing, but then they had heard about Gilbert's raid and Estela's punishment. Powerless to help, Katyusha had been grateful for being asked a small favour she could grant before she left them alone.

"Estela, wherever you are now, we hope you receive these belongings," Matthew whispered, watching the flames. "What has happened was not your fault, but please rest in peace, do not come back to this sad world as a haunting spirit."

Not your fault, Alfred almost choked in despair at those words. No, it had been his.

He had known about the drugs, during their plane ride to Moscow when Alfred had woken from his drugged sleep and attacked the Russian guards surrounding him, he had seen the drugs. In the fight where he managed to spill out some of Mexico's belongings, he had seen the white substance. At that time, he had not been thinking that they were drugs, he had simply seen some of Mexico's personal items to avoid stepping on. Later afterwards when he had time to think, he had considered using the drugs as a way of controlling the Russian guards.

But it was likely because of that fight that some of the drugs spilled to the plane floor, where it was discovered by someone and reported to Gilbert.

A personification represented the country, if drug production was high in the country it will show up with the personification; Estela may not have been planning to show up with drugs at all. Alfred however had been thinking of using it to his advantage, of using the drugs like his parental figure did to control another (1). Had he been in his right mind, had he been a true hero, he would have talked to Estela and tried to destroy what drugs she had on her. Instead he had let it pass, and now Estela had paid for it with her life.

She was innocent. The people responsible for her fate were Natasha, Gilbert, indirectly Ivan and Alfred himself.

"I'm sorry, Estela," Alfred whispered, grief weighing his words. "I am so, so sorry for not protecting you."

"For once it's not your fault, drop it," Raul growled, even as his words sound tired with pain.

Alfred didn't say anything else, he simply watched the flames devour Estela's belongings. His blank eyes, empty of spark and happiness, reflected the fire as it continued its grim task. He would have stared at it like a zombie for who knows how long if not for the hand that suddenly touched his. Startled, he glanced at his side to see Matthew. His younger brother was trembling.

Alfred held out his arm, and Matthew stepped forward and hugged him, crying silently. Raul noticed, and laid a comforting hand over Matthew's shoulder. At least now his fists were not clenched and he didn't look as if he could snap any moment. With one of them dead and another crying, neither Alfred nor Raul felt like running out to look for someone to fight and release their anger upon.

The flames continued to burn, crackling and devouring, until nothing but ashes were left of Estela's belongings. Alfred couldn't recognize the shapes of the items any more, and he was content to let the fire continue burning, reducing the items even further. He didn't know how long they've been out here, watching the fire burn, but he was numb to the chill of the Russian weather. He didn't realize how numb he truly was until he heard approaching footsteps, when he tried to move his feet he realized the cold air had swept into him, and he almost stumbled.

From behind him Eduard stepped forward, he was holding a small light in his gloved hands, and combined with the campfire his face was cast in sharp lights and shadows. He looked at the three huddled figures, at the fire they were staring at, before speaking. "It's late and cold, you should all return to your rooms before it gets worse."

"Gets worse?" Alfred asked, "What can be worse, than what I see right in front of me?"

Eduard closed his eyes briefly before opening them again. "I know right now whatever I say is nothing compared to what you've seen, but for your own sakes I wish you'll all return to your rooms. Curfew rules are there for a reason, I don't know what you've done to get the guards on your side – for now – but you cannot stay out here for long. Keep breaking rules and you'll become believable scapegoats when something more serious does happen. You've all seen what happened to Estela, you must not share the same fate."

"Not share the same fate? It seems almost inevitable…"

"Do you part, stay out of trouble and all the scheming, behave well, show no interest in power, and like Comrade Katyusha you'll be left alone."

"Didn't Estela already try that?"

"What's done is done, Alfred, the nations here have sent you all a clear message. Now they will see how you react, if you swore vengeance and start acting up, you'll be the next target, but if you don't they would leave you alone."

"Unless of course an opportunity opens up for them to further discredit me. That seems like what everyone wants to do to each other."

"But it won't be constantly in their heads that they have to destroy you, they'll be thinking of getting rid of the greater threats first. Alfred, all of you, please return to your rooms. I'll take care of this fire and the ashes, you are all parading weakness right now to anyone who might drop by. Keeping guards silent is different from keeping a nation's, Estela was an opportunity, you haven't seen what real scheming here looks like yet – and you'll need rest to handle it."

The fire let out a sharp crack, as if agreeing with Eduard's words.

!

At the same time, while Estela's death was still fresh in the North American wing, a scream cut through the night air of the Asian wing. Yao's hands waved frantically as the nation bolted upright in his bed, panting and out of breath. His loose black hair, normally soft and silk-like, was covered in cold sweat. Luckily, the curtains drawn around his bed prevented anyone from seeing him in his current state.

It didn't prevent his scream from being heard, North Korea and Vietnam came running into his room mere seconds after his scream. The curtains showed a blurred outline of Yao's sitting posture, so neither of the smaller nations had to pull it back to wake Yao from a perceived nightmare. Vietnam stood by the small opening in the curtains as she spoke, "Yao, are you alright?"

"It's those nightmares of Xinjiang again isn't it?" Korea asked, and when China didn't deny it he continued. "You've been having them for a while now, do you want to prepare some offerings or something to soothe his spirit?"

Even from the small crack of an opening, Yao's glare was easily conveyed through one eye. Yong quickly bowed his head in apology. "Beg your pardon, I am sorry, I don't know what I was thinking when I suggested that, but Yao…since his death there has been unrest and odd happenings, there are rumours that his spirit is back to haunt you. I was just suggesting the offerings so that we could shut the rumours up before Ivan returns and hear something disadvantageous to you."

From the vague outline in the curtains, Yao ran a hand through his long hair before snapping, "Prepare for a midnight stroll."

"As you wish," Korea and Vietnam bowed before hastily getting ready; despite the curfew no one would dare challenge Yao. Within minutes they were out in the night and arriving at their destination: Xinjiang's quarters and where he had been hanged. Yao threw the doors open and walked inside the dark rooms without hesitation or fear. He paced the corridors angrily, unafraid of the darkness and flickering shadows.

"So what if there's a spirit haunting the Braginski fortress?!" Yao shouted to the ominously silent place. "Name one place in this world that isn't haunted, where people haven't died! Ghosts and spirits are everywhere, they do not make me cower!"

The place still had a good portion of Xinjiang's belongings, pictures and statues of Xinjiang's people still lined the walls, watching the murderers of their personification. Their gazes made Korea's skin crawl, after he had Xinjiang hanged, Yao had not issued any orders for the items to be destroyed. Korea wished there had been such orders, he wanted nothing more to get rid of the stares he swore Xinjiang's relics were giving him. They were unnerving, almost creepy, but Yao walked on, unafraid and almost challenging.

"Ghosts only exist after the living has passed on. When you were living you couldn't compete with me, what makes you think you can do so now as a mere spirit?!" Yao stopped suddenly, staring at a photo frame with Xinjiang's profile staring straight at him. With a sneer Yao knocked it off the shelf, and the frame fell facedown to the floor with a crack.

"No dust? So someone's been keeping your room clean and nice, I won't allow it! I'll have this room barred, anyone paying their respects to you shall be punished! I'll see to that!" Yao looked around the room, as if challenging Xinjiang to show his face again. When nothing happened, he simply turned to look at the spot where Xinjiang had been hanged. "If you're really so persistent than come out and scare a few people into your service. I'll like to see who the people are more afraid of, the vengeful spirit of a mere province or Wang Yao of China!"

Turning to the smaller nations accompanying him, Yao ordered, "Have this room barred and locked! No one is to step a foot in here again!"

"Understood," Korea and Vietnam watched as China swept out of the room. Then they got to work.

!

Eduard woke Alfred up the next morning, reminding him that most meals were eaten together with the other nations. Alfred considered not going, but in the end decided to go. Ivan had not returned yet, and he didn't want to be seen as afraid of the other nations, besides, Eduard's comment that Raul and Matthew were going did wonders to his motivation. He had to see for himself how Raul interacted with the others, he had to protect Matthew, he had to be seen as unafraid and unbroken.

Maybe he could learn something important, create alliances, who knows.

It took him a while to prepare, by the time he was ready both Matthew and Raul had gone ahead. Raul had been in the Braginski fortress before and knew how to lead Matthew there, but Eduard had shown them where the dining hall was during the first tour so Alfred easily arrived to the dining hall…into the middle of a standoff.

Clearly without Ivan around, or even Yao for that matter, the power struggle between the countries became more evident. Today, it was between the two nations of Belarus and Vietnam, the two female nations were standing, facing off each other. All the other nations, including Cuba and Canada, were seated and watching them.

"…no right to do so," Belarus was saying. "This is the Braginski mansion, not the Wang mansion, brother makes these decisions."

"Comrade Ivan is away," Vietnam responded. "Barring an unused, empty room is not against orders. Furthermore, my brother is the one named to take care of this household, why can't he make such decisions? You certainly can't."

"I am his sister," Belarus hissed. "The guards here would sooner obey me!"

"I am Yao's sister," Vietnam snapped back. "The guards know better than to disobey me!"

"You are simply that," Belarus sneered. "His sister and little subordinate, your influence relies heavily on China. I am my own person with my own influence, you, you depend on China's. Should he lose brother's favour, he loses his power and you yours!"

"In your dreams, brother is far from losing Russia's favour. His influence and prestige has extended from the Far East to here, a small region like you has no way of competing with him."

"I notice you didn't deny what I said," Belarus finally noticed America's arrival, "For the country that expelled the American invasion, you certainly don't match expectations."

Vietnam's eyes turned even more dangerous. "You and I both know that using American invasions as a personal attack is frowned upon by your dear brother, are you trying to start a fight?"

"If it will help brother finally see those trying to manipulate and control him," Belarus' hand went to her side, and they saw the hilt of a knife, "I will do so gladly."

"Sister!" Katyusha's eyes widened, "brother told you not to bring your own knives to the table anymore!"

"If you want to fight Vietnam, you're biting off more than you can chew." North Korea stepped forward, his hand slipping to his pocket. Obviously Belarus wasn't the only one armed in the dining hall, "don't think being Comrade Ivan's sister or wearing a shorter skirt will grant you mercy if you plan to attack my siblings here."

"Comrade Yong!" Katyusha looked helplessly between the murderous nations, "Please, we're all family here, don't fight!"

"They're asking for it," Belarus answered, keeping her eyes on the armed Korean. "I can handle any of China's puppets easily."

Prussia snickered, "Knock yourselves out, you three!"

"Give her hell," Cuba didn't want to agree with Gilbert, given what the Prussian had done to Estela, but Belarus had been involved in Estella's fate too. If she was going to get a thrashing he'll support whoever was doing it. "Go on!"

"Comrades!" Katyusha cried, almost disbelieving that the nations were goading for a fight. Almost, because it made sense that the nations wanted others to get into a fight and put potential threats out of commission for a while. "No, wait, please neither of you move!"

Feliks held up his cup, "Totally, cheers."

"Poland, just which side are you on?!"

"What's going on here?" Estonia had arrived, the boldest of the Baltic states and even bolder now that Ivan wasn't present. Neither North Korea nor Belarus was impressed.

"My affairs are not to be questioned by a Baltic of all countries," North Korea sneered, "Stay out of my way!"

Estonia knew just how unstable the two nations standing in front of him could be, and how the wrong words could turn their wrath to him instead. He was not an honours student for nothing, and knew the best way to diffuse such situations. "Have you all heard the news from Ivan?"

As he predicted, the distraction worked. "What about brother?" Belarus demanded, bloodlust forgotten. Katyusha almost let out a relieved sigh, and Eduard stole a quick glance at her before answering.

"Comrade Ivan just called, he's finished his tasks and should be returning home tomorrow morning."

"Did everything go well?" Finland asked, it was his way of asking whether Ivan would be returning in a foul mood. When Estonia nodded, Finland let out a relieved sigh before sobering and asking cautiously. "Would he be joining us for breakfast tomorrow?"

"He didn't say," Estonia sighed. "We'll attend to it if he has further orders, but right now he's still busy overseas. For now lets just all eat breakfast. Pass the salt, Elizaveta?" The sudden shift in topic would disorient the murderous nations for a while, and whether she understood his thinking or not, Hungary moved to do so.

As it turned out, while Belarus was no longer holding a knife, she wasn't quite willing to drop everything. "Brother's rules are that everyone must be present before they start the meal."

"What do you mean? Your brother and the other Baltic states are away on business, they can't…oh."

"Yao's not attending breakfast today," Vietnam explained. "That is why Comrade Natasha is upset. My brother was busy last night and might be sleeping in, and if he is no one may disturb him." Her tone made it clear that she would stop anyone who considered doing so.

!

After breakfast Tino, who along with Toris was one of the better at domestic tasks, was in the kitchen washing dishes. Doing such activities helped Tino cope as they reminded him of the days spent by Sweden's side, when the large but gentle man was too busy with work Tino enjoyed preparing a meal for the man to eat and a clean house to relax in. Despite Berwald's naturally harsh stare Tino knew the man appreciated it, and it would show with the way Sweden would embrace him.

In Ivan's house, being busy with domestic tasks gave him an excuse not to deal with the Russian, and he always seemed to have better luck avoiding being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Tino knows how Ivan would suddenly attack the innocently cleaning Toris, simply because he felt like doing so. Tino lost count of the amount times he had to clean up after them, when Toris was too weak or in too much pain to do so.

Tino hated it, he hated seeing others upset or in pain, worse of all he hated how many of the other nations had learned to turn against each other in the hopes that Ivan would redirect his wrath elsewhere. At such times when they had a common enemy, they should be bonding with each other instead of hating each other.

"Tino?"

Finland looked up with a start, than he smiled when he saw who it was, "Eduard."

The Baltic nation approached and stopped beside him, "I didn't tell the others because I thought there is no need, but Raivis is returning this afternoon."

Tino's eyes widened in delight, "He completed his tasks?" Eduard nodded, smiling faintly, but it disappeared just as Tino's did. "He wouldn't want to come back though, would he?"

"He has no choice," Eduard answered. "Ivan would be furious if he stays out so long, Raivis will never get a chance to step outside again if that happens, but neither are we sure would there be another opportunity for Raivis to leave this fortress."

"Stay out, and risk getting caught and punished. Return, and risk never stepping out again." Tino laughed bitterly as he resumed scrubbing the dishes with renew vigor, "I would probably take my chances and stay out. If I see the people outside, those that I care for, even for a brief moment, it would be worth all the punishment Ivan can throw at me."

"Don't," Eduard rested a hand on top of Tino's, effectively stopping him from his task. "I know you miss Berwald" – Tino almost choked in despair – "and I know you would do anything to see him again, but please don't, neither Berwald nor I would want you to get hurt as a result. Berwald would want you to make the best of it, he won't want you to act rashly and suffer the consequences."

"What would we know?" Tino's voice almost broke, "There is no communication between us, Ivan always make sure we never have news of the outside world. I don't even know how he's doing, never mind what he's thinking or what he wants. Maybe he would want me to leave this house like we did with Denmark's years ago, and…"

"That time with Denmark, he was there to protect you," Eduard didn't like trampling on Tino's dreams like this, but he had to, if only to remind Tino not do something stupid. "He can't protect you now, your lands are Soviet territory, Ivan will have every right to take you back, and Berwald's boss will make sure he lets you go just to avoid going to war with the Soviet army. Do you want Berwald to go through all that? To hold you in his arms but mere seconds before he is forced to return you to Ivan himself?"

"I can't do this, I can't do that," Tino's frame trembled, "What can I do?"

"And why would you ask that question?" Eduard asked. "What can we do? If the United States failed, the superpower of the west, the leader of the capitalist world, if he failed what can we do? We are small powerless countries, we cannot do anything."

"Not alone we can't," the secret Arctic council flashed in Tino's mind, along with his true reason for joining. Denmark was an outsider and Sweden's neighbour, he could help, he could serve as the middleman between Berwald and Tino. "But if we combined together, we could do it, we could…"

"No, Tino," Eduard shook his head. "I admire you for your hope, but we can't. Ivan would crush us like insects, and he's not the only one, what you're telling me now could be used against you had you told another. Anyone hearing you speak like this would take this opportunity to destroy you."

!

Raivis Galante returned to the Braginski mansion late afternoon. After learning from the guards that Ivan would only be returning tomorrow, his trembling decreased a good amount. He was still nervous though, the Braginski mansion was a shark tank, the nations always trying to one-up the other. Though the Baltics were more often than not deemed as too inferior to bother with, they had been used and manipulated before as pawns. Sometimes the victims of those schemes end up taking their anger out on the Baltic States as a result.

His footsteps were quick and jumpy, Raivis glancing over his shoulder frequently as if any chance something or someone would attack. Raivis wanted no more than to return to his room and stay there as long as he could, unless he had some task to attend to. His room was safe, except for the servants few visited the Baltic wing.

A few guards and servants saw him, but no nation. Those humans simply inclined their heads or saluted, silent acknowledgements without words. So when a voice suddenly shouted, "Raivis!" the poor nation tripped over his own feet and fell into a heap on the ground.

Laughter reached his ears, and Raivis looked up to see Gilbert grinning at him, "Kid, I know you tend to overreact to things but even that was too much."

"What is wrong with you? Don't you have better things to do than laugh at others?" Though the voice was new, it wasn't unfamiliar. Cuba had visited the Braginski mansion before and had met the Baltic states, so Raivis knew it was him even before the larger man appeared and helped him to his feet. Raul dusted him off before glaring at the Prussian, who simply shrugged.

"I was the one here first, he came running in and I thought I'll be welcoming and say hi. I didn't exactly push him down," Gilbert approached the two and casually rested a hand on Raivis' shoulder. Instantly Raivis felt like hyperventilating and he knew he was going to break out into a sweat soon. Gilbert would have known it too, but the albino ignored it. "Comrade Raul, did you take a stroll through some of the more unused gardens? Tracking mud and dirt around would not win you any influence."

It was clear that Gilbert was baiting him, clearly taking a chance to do so even when Raivis was present. Raul didn't bite, and had his own response. "Ah that's right, thanks for the reminder. With the new Atlantic nations here we really do have to put more effort in looking nice and winning influence, or Ivan would become too preoccupied with his new toys. Out with the old, in with the new, no?"

The subtle insult produced a satisfying expression on the albino's face. Gilbert was quick to recover though, and sneering, he finally turned to acknowledge the Baltic state. "So, how was your trip? You've missed a lot of things happening around here."

"Ah…I've heard the news," despite the neutral words Raivis looked at Raul pleadingly, as if begging him to rescue him from the Prussian. "T-the Americas are now S-s-soviet territory, C-comrade Raul, welcome back, y-you're leading the Atlantic c-camp now? I h-hope they're well."

"Not so in touch with current events after all, hum?" Gilbert smirked, "You would have known otherwise what else I must be referring to."

"O-oh?"

"Mexico's been dissolved, and Estela's gone," Raul's voice was harsh. "You can thank our Comrade Gilbert for that."

"W-what? But that's…oh, I'm s-so sorry for…"

"I was simply doing my job, Estela's dissolution was not my fault," Gilbert countered. "Besides, that's not the only major event that's happened recently. From now on, Xinjiang's room is barred and restricted, for that province's been completely annexed into China now."

Though Raul's eyes were nowhere as expressive as Raivis', even he looked startled at the news. Gilbert's smirk widened, "What, Estonia didn't tell you? Before you all arrived, Yao decided enough was enough, Xinjiang was irritating him with his separatist movements and calls for independence. While his boss in Beijing sent the army to the province, Yao decided to deal with the problem himself here. I guess he didn't want Ivan creating another Mongolia out of his lands (2), so what better chance than now when Ivan's away?"

"Why bar the room? Is this for respect to the dead?"

"Of course not, this is Yao we are talking about. His government back home is reestablishing control of the province, Yao would of course want to eliminate all traces of the province, make nations unwilling to pay respects, furthermore…" Gilbert glanced around conspirator-like, "Yao seems increasingly restless these days, there are rumours that Xinjiang's ghost has been haunting him in his dreams, keeping him from peace. No doubt it affected Yao's most prized habits, not showing up for breakfast, hello? He must be starting to hear things, footsteps following him, eyes watching him, words whispered into his ear…"

"S-stop," Raivis was trembling again, and Raul scowled.

"One, ghosts do not exist in this world, and Two, its still day right now. Even if there are ghosts, I doubt they'll be around now."

"Of course, Comrade Raul," Gilbert tossed his head back with an almost flashy smirk. "The ghost must have haunted Comrade Yao's sleep and kept him up, that was why he must sleep in the day, for the night is plagued by the unforgiving spirits of those who died here."

!

It was easy to ignore the rumours of ghosts and Xinjiang's vengeful spirit when the sun was up, and Raivis was kept busy with errands and his attempts at avoiding the other nations. When night approached and the servants had mostly retired, Raivis found himself suddenly looking up and realizing that the skies were dark and he was alone, with a long walk through the fortress before he could return to his chambers.

General Winter granted them frosty air despite the lack of winds, and Raivis shivered, bundling himself tighter in his jacket. It was not curfew yet, so dim lights glowed from where they hung on the walls. Still it was not strong enough to beat the darkness of the night, and shadows moved quietly along the walls, seemingly watching Raivis with non-existent eyes.

"W-why am I so scared? I haven't done anything wrong, I h-haven't…"

Figures emerged in the flickering lights, shadows that seemed to pause and watch the Baltic state as he passed. Wild birds, those who could survive General Winter, stared at him with dark, mocking eyes. One suddenly cawed and Raivis jumped, his footsteps increased in pace.

Statues and busts of famous people seemed to be sheathed in malicious shadows, light and reflective dew drops gave their eyes an unnatural glint. Raivis kept his head lowered, not daring to meet their gaze. "I-I haven't done anything wrong, great masters p-please excuse this l-lowly servant."

Another bird cawed and suddenly a great black shape descended on him, Raivis screamed and threw his hands up to defend himself, but it was simply a flock of birds. Nevertheless, it was like being attacked by some dark phantom summoned by Xinjiang, and a terrified Raivis began to run down the road.

"I haven't done anything wrong it wasn't me I mean no harm I'll light some incense and leave flowers I'll give you offerings please just let me be I never hurt you and we've never had a grudge please just let me pass and I won't do anything and AAHHH!"

In his rush to get back into his room Raivis tripped over the bridge and landed right into a small river. Something long and wet brushed pass him and he screamed even louder, floundering, screaming, Raivis made to swim but couldn't see where he was going. Again something brushed him and he nearly had a panic attack in his attempt to escape. He was shouting and splashing and unsure of where he was when suddenly a hand grabbed his.

Raivis was pulled out of the water and onto land. He must have travelled further than he thought, because in the dim light he could no longer see the bridge. Choking, he continued on blabbing, "I meant no harm or disrespect please just let me be I'm scared please…!"

"Raivis! Raivis! Snap out of it!"

The same hand that saved him was now shaking him, before the owner decided to just dig their fingers in. The sharp pain broke Raivis out of his hysteria, and he looked up to see Raul's concerned face. Then the fact that the Cuban was alone hit him.

"Comrade Raul! We have to get out of here! There's a ghost! Xinjiang, he's back to haunt us!"

"Wait, what? Raivis, calm…"

"No you don't understand! He's here! Like Gilbert said, Xinjiang's returned to take revenge! He's after us!"

"Raivis, there are no such things of ghosts, and neither of us has a grudge with Xinjiang…"

"Listen to me! He's really here! Xinjiang! He's mad and wants to find China and…!"

A light suddenly flashed over them, startling the two nations into silence as they looked up. Raivis blanched as he saw the nations holding the light out at them

"And I was wondering who was making such a racket at night, little Raivis, welcome back. Why didn't you show yourself to me when you first returned?" Yao, wreathed in light and shadow, looked as impeccable as ever. He did not look haggard or haunted, the way he held himself and the way he spoke was clearly the way someone in a position of power would. The way North Korea and Vietnam flanked him further solidify that image and Vietnam, the one holding the light, spoke up.

"Aren't you two close? Even if you can't keep your hands off each other, I would think the two of you know better than to do anything out here in the gardens, nighttime or not."

Both Raul and Raivis sprang back from each other at the words, Raivis' face now burning. Yao was undisturbed, his merciless eyes focused on Raivis, "What is this about Xinjiang returning for me?"

Raivis' face reddened even further, "N-nothing, I wasn't s-speaking of a-any important m-matters Comrade Yao, f-forgive me for d-disturbing your rest."

"Do you think us deaf?" North Korea asked crossly, "Or are you trying to imply something else? Baltic state, with the racket you're making you were practically begging for attention. If you're going to drag us out like this, you better have good reason to, not mere ghost stories!"

"I-I am s-sorry!" Raivis squeaked, backing away from Yong's cold expression. "I-I just t-thought I saw Xinjiang and I…"

"Utter nonsense!" Vietnam interrupted, "Xinjiang is annexed, he couldn't become a nation and I highly doubt he even has the capacity to be a ghost! He couldn't fight us alive and he certainly can't fight us dead! That incident has been dealt with, why are you trying to bring it up? Don't you know the consequences for disturbing China's peace?"

"No! I meant, y-yes! I-I mean, it is…"

"That's enough," Cuba stepped forward in front of Latvia, who looked faint. "North Korea, Vietnam; Latvia here has just only returned from aboard. He's out of touch and perhaps readjusting to life here, go easy on him." Cuba then met China's eyes. "Comrade, we apologize for disturbing your rest, not every one of us has the luxury of walking with companions, being forced to walk alone in the dark may have caused Latvia's alarm."

Yao raised an elegant eyebrow, "Are you implying that even having a companion with me is a luxury, something which should have been forbidden in this simple Soviet Paradise?"

"I dare not," Raul answered stiffly. Yao sighed and shook his head.

"For the most knowledgeable nation of the New World camp to be so ignorant of Soviet etiquette, it could end in tragedy. Offending a nation merely with words would have been enough for them to start scheming against you." Cuba stiffened, recognizing the underlying threat in China's words. North Korea had to add his own words, further increasing the tension.

"Hierarchy and rank still exists in this fortress, the wrong words could get you killed. Comrade, surely you know that?" North Korea's voice was mocking, and Cuba felt his hackles rising in response. China he didn't dare offend, North Korea on the other hand…

"Seeking fights is unbecoming, Yong," China admonished gently, and North Korea bowed his head. Yao turned back to Raul, "It is your duty to educate your neighbours about etiquette here, Comrade Raul, or something terrible might happen. That newcomer card can only be played for so long, either they learn to adopt or they are cast aside. The people here are as intolerant as the winters of Russia."

Only China could say that last sentence, anyone else would have been punished and accused as a traitor. As for Yao's words about Raul teaching the North Americans here what rank and etiquette meant…Raul highly doubt Alfred would listen to him. Besides, Mexico's fate had already been an effective lesson in the way things work in the fortress.

If anything, that lesson would only make America more resistant to the Soviet world. Cuba could only hope Canada won't follow his brother's example.

!

Further down the same river Latvia had been rescued from, Canada pulled up his collar to disguise the steam his breath made in the cold air. Unlike the last time he snuck around the Braginski fortress, he was not wearing a black cloak to disguise himself. The message he had received from Denmark require urgent response, so Canada had quickly rushed to seek out the foreign residences.

That also meant not preparing properly, no disguise or research on patrolling shifts, no mobile lights or planned routes. The night was his only cloak and his instinct the only weapon as Matthew moved silently through the courtyards and corridors, praying that his former invisibility would help him.

Luck was on his side, and Matthew found himself in the meeting spot without trouble. Huddled under the shadows, he waited for the others to show up. It didn't take long for Mikkel to appear, and once Matthew was sure it was Denmark and not some imposter he stepped forward.

"Come closer, Canada, the others won't be here tonight so we can afford to be quieter."

Curious, Matthew did so. "With a summon so quickly after last night's meeting, I thought there's been an emergency." At the expression on Denmark's face, Matthew's steps faltered. "Was there really an emergency I missed? Is something wrong?"

"I should be asking you that, given last night's events."

Matthew stiffened, the memory of Estela's last breath before she dissolved in front of his very eyes…it was a painful memory but also a sharp reminder of what was happening. If their plans did not succeed, other nations would follow Mexico's path.

"I will be fine," Matthew answered. "Estela's death and the dissolution of Mexico at least put an end to everything. She will not be reborn as a Soviet Estela, she will be the Estela I've always known. Her death would not be in vain, it has served as a lesson and motivation."

Mikkel nodded, "As cold as it may sound, we do not have time to grieve, we have to move on. Grief blinds us, and makes us easier targets, something I doubt your dear Mexico would want. If you are to live, you will give your life a purpose, in this case to free the north."

And because it was just the two of them, Matthew looked at him and said blankly, "Greenland is ill fitted for this role."

"Ha! Not even Tino would dare say that to my face!" Mikkel snickered, "Yes, I know, Greenland's a tall lad but he's young and idealistic, some have said that he's spoiled and reckless. Ultimately he is mine, and I do not wish to see him becoming a Soviet. Ivan has his agenda in convincing all of you to willingly become one with him and out of you three Greenland is most impressionable, I'll like him as far away from that as possible. Unfortunately, you realize that even if Ivan isn't there Greenland might end up chasing after him."

"A nation here is respected due to how much Ivan favours them, Greenland probably believes that to be safe he must be close to Ivan."

"In some perspectives I can see the truth in that," Mikkel agreed. "But from the intelligence I've gathered here, a favoured nation may also become a target of others. China has the help of North Korea and Vietnam to deflect any threats in his way, but Greenland does not. As an outsider I can only help so much, and I don't want you or Finland to suddenly start associating with Greenland, it may prove he has allies but it's more likely to cause suspicion about your activities."

"There are three of us though," Matthew pointed out, "If we already can't associate with each other, we should at least try to cover our bases. At least one of us should gain Ivan's favour for the sake of influence and prestige."

"It won't be Greenland," Mikkel said fiercely, before realizing what he had implied. He examined Matthew's expression but found no reaction.

Matthew shrugged, "He's your dependency. Compared to your neighbouring relationship with Finland in its ups and downs, not to mention our own territorial disputes (3), it's understandable you would favour Greenland and attempt to keep him safe, loyal only to you. Judging by what I hear from the guards, China does the same."

"I wouldn't know, given that I haven't heard anything about China having to control North Korea and Vietnam, those two seem to clearly prefer their brother over Ivan." Mikkel shook his head, "If there is one nation you can confidently say is Ivan's favourite, it is definitely China. No one else can compete with him, whether in drawing Ivan's attentions or influencing his decisions. Why would Korea or Vietnam try drawing Ivan's attentions, when they're just as likely to reap the benefits just by staying on China's side?"

"Is that one of your strategies; befriend Yao and see if we could indirectly influence Ivan? Or do you wish instead to attack Yao's influence?" The debate on the merits and faults of such strategies took up the rest of their meeting, and briefly Canada wondered why Denmark was discussing this with just him instead of with Finland. Canada could understand Denmark being biased about Greenland, but why was Finland being excluded?

Was Denmark doing more scheming? What if the Arctic council was a plot, not the plotters? Something in Matthew stirred, what if Denmark had actually already done this with the others, had secret one-on-one meetings with them, that would make up a greater plot? If so, what was Denmark's plot?

"Do you have something in mind?" Denmark seemed to have noticed Matthew's disturbed state. Matthew shook his head, quickly diving back into discussions of whether they needed to plant one of their own on Yao's side. When a decision was finally made, the two knew they would have to hurry back to their rooms. Bidding each other good night, the northern nations left the courtyard.

Perhaps he was too tired, or too uneasy about Denmark's motives, that Matthew forgot to pray for his former invisibility to help him pass and return to his room without hindrance. On the other hand, it was probably a warped form of blessing in disguise.

!

Returning to the Braginski fortress ahead of schedule was never really in Toris' plans, but the personification of Lithuania had grown used to things not going according to plan. The eldest of the Baltic states held the dubious honour of being Ivan's favourite subordinate, his favourite pet, that he often assisted Ivan in his travels. One of the differences between being Ivan's pet, as opposed to his lover like Yao, was that Ivan was completely unapologetic in putting Toris in difficult positions.

Saying that, Toris was used to last minute changes, sudden attacks, and a moody Ivan. He was also used to fearing for his life, but that didn't stop him from trembling and shaking as he identified himself to the door guards. Behind him Ivan loomed like some dangerous beast, watching for the slightest hint of weakness. Ivan would have no qualms with attacking Toris in front of his guards, depending on his mood, and Toris prayed Ivan wouldn't.

They found what they were looking for, didn't they? Ivan should be pleased and happy, he shouldn't want to attack Toris…

On the other hand, precisely because Ivan was happy with his success, Ivan might feel like showing his affection by attacking a Baltic state.

The guards let them in, and Toris let out a silent sigh of relief when Ivan began to walk in front of him. That at least meant Toris wouldn't be leaving his back open to attack, but because Ivan didn't dismiss him, Toris didn't dare just walk off. Grabbing a light, he walked a few steps behind by Ivan's side, casting illumination on the path so that neither of them would stumble.

"Toris," Ivan suddenly grinned, and the Baltic state resisted the urge to jump, "Do you think the others will like a surprise visit?"

"I am sure all the nations here miss their leader, for you to arrive early, they will be happy." Toris didn't say that some of them were more likely to be freaked, but many would readjust and take the opportunity to try attracting Ivan and gaining power.

"Da, I miss everyone, but it is late and they will all have gone to their rooms." Ivan almost looked childishly upset, even though he had been the one to set the curfew rule. "At most I can maybe only surprise one or two, ah, who should I visit?"

"You don't wish to return to your room?" Toris would prefer simply escorting Ivan to his room and leaving without fuss. If Ivan chose to visit someone, Toris may be worried about the welfare of the nation. Then there were the newly arrived Americas…

Ivan suddenly stopped, and Toris nearly walked right into. The Baltic nation shrank back, but luckily Ivan wasn't bothered by him. Instead the bigger nation's head had snapped to the side, his eyes narrowed. "It is curfew time now isn't it, Toris?"

"Yes sir."

"Then someone's breaking the rules and walking around without any regards for my words," Ivan began to move, for a man of his size he made no sound as he turned and strolled down a different path, Toris hurrying to follow. It didn't take long for the two to find the rule breaker, someone with has back to them as he hurried down a parallel path. There didn't seem to be much attempt to disguise himself, given the person wasn't even wearing black or a guard's uniform. Ivan stopped and called out from across the courtyard, "Stand down before your Soviet leader!"

The figure nearly stumbled at the sudden words, freezing for that split second. Though the person didn't turn around, they quickly dropped down to their knees, obviously understanding the trouble they were in and knowing the futility of trying to run. "Forgive me!"

Toris frowned, not recognizing the voice, but Ivan's face changed to one of faint surprise. While the stranger remained kneeling Ivan approached, walking around the figure so he could stand in front of him. The stranger kept his head bowed, even when Toris stepped forward. Ivan all but ignored the Baltic, "Lift you head, fellow soviet."

The light in Toris' hand showed exactly who they had been talking to, and Toris' eyes widened in surprise when a pair of lavender-blue eyes suddenly met his own. One of the newest Soviets to step into the fortress, and the last one they would have expected to break the rules so quickly.

"Canada," Ivan breathed, staring down at the first country he had conquered in the Americas. Toris silently observed the two, Ivan didn't look like he was going to start beating the other for not following his rules – was that why Matthew had kneeled, minimizing his target? – and for that Toris was relieved. "What are you doing here? Eduard should have told you about the curfew."

"He did, I have been thoroughly briefed about the rules here, you can't blame him for not casting responsibility aside." Matthew turned his gaze back to the ground, as if deciding he had spoken too much. Ivan frowned and held out a hand.

"Get up."

Toris almost wanted to shout right than and there, to warn Matthew not to touch Ivan's hands because Ivan had used that trick on countless weaker nations and shouldn't Matthew of all nations know just how deceiving Ivan was? Than again, few here had the option of rejecting Ivan's offers, and Toris watched helplessly as Matthew took the devil's hand.

Ivan simply pulled Matthew to his feet before releasing him.

Toris blinked.

"Matvey is still mad at me, isn't he?" Ivan's childish phrasing and his falsely hurt tone explained everything to Toris. Matthew kept his gaze stubbornly on the ground.

"Of course not, sir, I would not dare to."

"I was happy when Matvey called me Ivan or even comrade."

It occurred to Matthew then that thwarting Ivan's wishes was a bad idea. In the past he could rely on diplomacy and political consequences to keep Ivan from ever attacking him, as part of the Soviet Union he longer had that security. "I merely thought it reflected our new roles, but if you wish I will call you whatever you wish. I apologize for breaking curfew and disrupting your schedule, I will be taking my leave now. Goodnight, sir."

"Wait," Ivan dropped his childish act just as Matthew was about to leave, perhaps to avoid any punishment. "I have something for you, something I picked up during my travels. I think you'll like it." Matthew chanced a glance up at Ivan's face, but was unable to decipher Ivan's expression. Matthew only hoped the surprise wasn't the dismembered head of one of his politicians. "Come with me, Matvey, it won't take much of your time. Originally I had intended to give the gift to you tomorrow but I think I'll give it to you tonight." Something in Ivan's eyes flashed, "I hope, by the end of it, that you call me Ivan again."

And Ivan strolled away, footsteps sure and confident of himself. Toris caught Matthew's eyes before he left, hurrying after Ivan. Matthew, understanding Ivan's clear order, followed quietly.

Ivan's private chambers were not as lavishly decorated as they once were before the revolution, but there were still clear indications of higher status. Soviet propaganda and medals now adorned most of the walls. Guards saluted Ivan silently as he passed, there was only one group who did not, and they were gathered together trying to work on something between them. Matthew hesitated, but Ivan simply called the men off. As soon as the men did so, Matthew saw what they were working on, or rather, what they were locking up.

"Kumaju!"

It was a well known fact that both nation and bear never remembered each other's names, despite their close friendship. Nevertheless, Matthew's polar bear friend raised his head when he heard the other's voice, head-butting the cage it was locked in helplessly. Matthew hurried forward to the cage, reaching inside and petting Kumajirou's head to stop it from hurting itself further. Behind him, Matthew heard Ivan order the guards to unlock the cage door, and Kumajirou walked out of the cage and into Matthew's arms.

"Take the cage away, you're all dismissed." Ivan ordered, and the men obeyed, leaving the nations to themselves. Toris watched Matthew's and Kumajirou's reunion silently, listening to Matthew's relieved, choked sobs. He almost jumped when Ivan continued, "Toris?"

"Yes sir?"

"You are dismissed as well." Toris stiffened, as relieved as he was with the order he could guess the reasons for it. Nevertheless he retreated, leaving the room and Ivan's private chambers.

Frost crunched under his feet, and Toris quickened his footsteps. His mind however was still back in Ivan's room, where he had left Russia and Canada alone. Ivan and Toris had spent a good amount of time searching for the wayward bear before returning to the Soviet paradise. Matthew had probably thought it best to leave the bear back in its homeland away from the Soviets, but ultimately in the end it was clear to everyone that Matthew had missed Kumajirou.

Whether Ivan did what he did for manipulation purposes or genuine guilt for betraying Matthew, Toris didn't know. He wondered if Ivan had successfully brought Matthew's obedience. Certainly Matthew's and Estella's obedience would be more easily attained than Alfred's…

"…Alfred, the guards will be, like, totally more willing to be lenient if I was there," a familiar voice sang. "You don't have the influence I have yet, and since you can't bribe or threaten them I suggest you return before someone catches you breaking curfew!"

"Feliks?" Toris called out hesitatingly, "Is that you?"

"Wha – oh! Hiya Toris!" Before Toris could blink, Feliks Lukasiewicz had all but pounced on him with a delighted laugh. Toris stumbled slightly, but stayed on his feet as the delighted Polish blonde hugged him, chirping happily. "You're back! Ya! It's been, like, totally uncool without you! The others are such bores, and-and-and…!"

"Glad to see you both," Toris interrupted what may be the beginning of a long rant, smiling as he caught sight of Felik's other companion. Alfred was standing just a few steps away, and Toris could see Alfred's eyes lighting up at the sight of him. It was a warm feeling, Toris remembered the times he had spent in Alfred's house…

Both the light in their eyes disappeared, as Toris' thoughts took a dive for nostalgia and longing for better days, while Alfred realized something else. "I was told you were running errands with that commie bastard, if you're here that means…"

"Yes," Toris answered. "He's back."

"Whaaaat?" Feliks groaned into Toris' shoulder, "Already? Wasn't he supposed to be here tomorrow morning instead? Alfred, you're lucky not to be caught by him. That guy has a habit of prowling the fortress and finding rule-breakers, which makes us wonder what the point of having guards are, but I guess it's all about image and placing fear in us. Ha! If only that big boy knew…"

The nation quieted when he felt Toris tense, but wasn't let off so easily. It was Alfred, after all, "What? Knew what? Did you find something?" Alfred's eyes gleamed, "Something that could get around the guards' patrol?"

"Nothing like that, unfortunately," Toris answered, striving for damage control. "You two won't have to worry about Ivan for tonight, at least I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"He's currently occupied in his room." At that answer Feliks gasped dramatically.

"Did he find a rule breaker so soon already? Who's the unlucky nation? Or was it just some totally dull guard?" Feliks' eyes widened even more, "Oh, it can't be a guard if it'll distract the big guy for the whole night! So who is it?"

Toris glanced at Alfred briefly before turning his attentions back to his long time friend, "I don't know, I was actually dismissed…"

"Is it Cuba or Canada?" Alfred's voice was hard, no doubt he had caught onto Toris' movements. "Neither of them were in their rooms, that's why I was out again because who knows what those two are up to, but if one if them is with that communist…"

"Alfred," Toris looked at the American with an expression that mixed sympathy and pity, "You can't stop that anymore. You won't even be able to stop him if Ivan chooses to go after you. Under this roof, everyone is under Ivan's control. Whether those two are with each other or Ivan…"

"I refuse," Alfred's voice practically fused defiance together with sound, "I won't let him control me. His military has yet to truly overpower me, his spies have yet to take over my government, nor am I dependent on his aid; As for Raul and Matthew, those two belong in my sphere of influence. I may have given up Raul now and let him run around with Ivan, but even I have some things to say about what he could do. If Ivan wants to take what belongs to me, I will let him only if I have given it up, but if Ivan wishes to take what I still call mine, he will find a greater retaliation than he could deal with."

Toris almost shivered, the sheer determination and power in Alfred was something he had not felt in a long time. None of the nations here dared to challenge Ivan, for so long now everyone alternated between fearing and admiring him. Alfred could change that, but could he, before Ivan broke him like so many others?

"I should warn you, Alfred, of what open defiance here could bring you." Toris's tone was soft, as if afraid someone else might hear him and report him to Ivan. "Ivan has more tricks than simple force and punishment, and there are nations here who will turn against you simply on the hopes that Ivan will see them as siding with him instead of you."

Alfred suddenly grinned, looking at Toris, "Are you going to turn me in?"

There was something entreating in the American's eyes, conveying a silent message that was not a plea or threat, but beckoning. As if it was unbelievable that Toris would think Alfred wrong, as if Alfred was one hundred percent right and it would be senseless to do anything opposite of what he said.

But Toris had not always been convinced by emotions and instincts alone, just as those eyes stirred in him an instinct to follow, a stronger force took over; that Ivan would utterly destroy the boy in front of him and leave those eyes broken and defeated, and Toris was almost overwhelmed at the feeling that it was up to him to prevent that from happening. "No Alfred, I won't turn you in, but I won't help you either, I won't help you end up in Ivan's mercy so soon after your arrival."

!

Morning brought another crisp layer of frost to the fortress, but it was not the cold that had kept Toris awake for the night. His thoughts were too preoccupied with the North American twins; soft and almost empty lavender, bright but potentially burning blue. Like with most other nations, Toris remembered Alfred more then he would ever remember Matthew, and it was the former that ruled his thoughts for the night.

With some difficulty, Toris had managed to bring the defiant American back to his room and put him to sleep by tiring him out with long conversations. America really was a bundle of energy and loved hearing himself talk, and he mixed whining and offensive questions about Toris' inability to stand up against Ivan the Tyrant, but Toris' patience was even greater, and eventually Alfred was tired enough to sleep. Only when he was sure that the blonde was asleep did Toris head for his own bed, and still afterwards he couldn't sleep.

He was back with Alfred now, unlike in the past they were not living in Alfred's house, but now he was sharing the same roof with Alfred again. Under the harsh dictatorship of Ivan, but they were in the same house again.

And something in Toris warmed at that thought, enough that it took until that morning, when a tired Eduard realized that he was back and questioned him about who was responsible for waking the others, that Toris remembered what had happened with the other North American twin.

Eduard blanched when Toris told him about yesterday's events, "I hope Ivan didn't hurt him that badly."

Following a few steps away in case he needed to interfere, Eduard watched as Toris approached Ivan's private chambers slowly. The guards now stationed there hardly acknowledged them, and Toris knocked on the doors gently, "Russia, sir?"

The doors opened, it wasn't Russia. Lavender eyes again looked into Toris', "Good morning, Lithuania."

"Canada, good morning." Toris's eyes quickly scanned the other, there didn't seem to be any new scars or lingering smells of blood, there wasn't even the scent of alcohol. There was however, the fact that Matthew was wearing Ivan's coat. "Breakfast…would be ready soon."

There was a second of silence, before something like a wry smile crossed Matthew's face, "Of course. Would you like to come in?"

"Oh! Ah, well, if Russia, is he…?"

"Still asleep, do you want to wake him? Or I could do it if you have other errands."

"That would be much appreciated," Toris was relieved he wouldn't have to deal with Ivan so soon again, "I'll go wake the others." He backed away, and Matthew nodded in acknowledgement before closing Ivan's door. Toris turned and rejoined Eduard, who was watching with wide eyes. "He doesn't seem hurt…"

"Toris, don't you see?" Eduard pointed back at Ivan's room, "Canada hasn't even been here long, but as soon as Ivan is back, he spends the night at his room? That's the sign of a scheme, Toris, despite all our warnings Canada's gone and tried to gain Ivan's favour! The other nations would throw a fit! Heck, America will throw a fit! And it will be us, the Baltic states, who suffer and have to clean up the mess afterwards!"

"You're becoming hysterical Eduard, this is Canada we're talking about, he wouldn't…"

"What do you know about Canada, or even Matthew for that matter? For all we know he's so sick of being ignored he's decided to use this as an opportunity to gain prestige and laugh at out faces later when he's Ivan's new favourite…!"

"Eduard!" Toris warned, but it was too late. The approaching figure had heard them, and it wasn't simply a guard.

Greenland stared at them before turning his gaze to Ivan's closed rooms. The tall but young state drew his lips back into a cold sneer, "Canada's in there?"

"Erm…" Toris began, unsure how to proceed. He didn't know Canada or Greenland well enough to start picking sides, in fact all Baltic states have tried to avoid getting dragged into the scheming of the other nations, but this time he was saved; Ivan's door opened and provided an answer when Matthew stepped out. The blond looked surprised when he saw Toris still present, with two more nations, but he smiled politely and approached them.

"Think it's funny, don't you?" Greenland snapped, and Matthew blinked in surprise, "To be smiling so much after spending the night in Russia's room."

Matthew glanced at the two Baltic states present, he didn't want to say anything about the Arctic council with them around. "Greenland, I…"

SLAP!

Toris' and Eduard's eyes widened as Matthew stared to the side in shock. He turned back to Greenland, stunned at the boy's strength. Greenland was breathing heavily, angry and betrayed, "Don't think you've gained Russia's favour so easily. No one here will let you go now, you'll be their new target, you haven't been here for long and if you think you could so easily gain influence over Russia you're surely mistaken!"

It was there Eduard saw the crack in Matthew's calm façade, Matthew had remained calm and mostly silent since his arrival to the Soviet Union, but the fury that suddenly sparked in those eyes showed just how not well Matthew had been the whole time. The nation opened his mouth, something insulting and possibly picked up from his brother's ruder movies on his lips, when Toris spoke up.

"Do you need help preparing breakfast for your pet bear?"

In retrospect he wasn't sure if Matthew wanted to keep his recently returned pet secret or if Ivan did, but he didn't want to have the nations fight and get the Baltics involved. At the sudden question, Matthew's potential insult died as the nation turned his attention to him. He still wasn't fast enough, Greenland spoke again.

"Oh, so it's a thank you gift then? You'll see that not every nation will believe that," nevertheless the boy turned and walked off. Perhaps to avoid any consequences to his actions, perhaps because he did feel bad about suddenly striking an ally-of-sorts, but he disappeared quickly. The words had again brought Matthew's attention to him though, and even though Greenland was out of earshot, Matthew cursed.

"I'll be returning this slap," Matthew promised angrily. "Foolish child; Denmark can't always protect you."

Toris and Eduard exchanged looks.

(1) Britain and the Opium War in China has been listed as the beginning of China's "100 years of humiliation" that brought about early support for modernization and communism
(2) Outer Mongolia was created with Soviet support, like many countries China initially did not take kindly to having land taken away and formed into another state
(3) Although hardly a high priority or cause of national pride, Canada and Denmark have territorial disputes largely due to Greenland and the many nearby islands

One of my reviewers reminded me that despite mention of the missing Baltics, I had nothing for Poland. Feliks is now present in the story, he just did not get a chance to meet the newcomers until now.