Summary: What happens when England tries to assert his control over a certain Arab nation? The benefits of America and Russia working together, of course. Historically based pairing Human/Nation names used. Russiaxfem!Egypt

A/N: A lot of history is discussed between the nations. When something is referenced, there will be an explanation at the end of the chapter. Also, whenever someone speaks in italics, they are speaking in their respective language.

Disclaimer: Hetalia (c) Hidekazu Himaruya
Story (c) megalomaniacal-dream

Sunday November 25, 1951

"Today's the day, my prize. You have been far too defiant and must be taught how to behave." he stated calmly while stroking the woman's long, wavy obsidian locks. Had she not been blindfolded she would have been glaring daggers at the man, whom she had at one point feared but now only hated.

"Go to hell," she hissed in her native tongue. She knew if there was one thing the man couldn't stand it was when she didn't speak in English.

He gripped a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. "You know what I would usually do when you speak that heathen language, but I can't have the others seeing bruises can I?"

She still wasn't sure where they were or why he had taken her. Previously when he had gone out to business she stayed under lock and key- well, she was always held under lock and key, really. She knew something horrible was going to happen, but was hopeful things couldn't get any worse.

"Sir?" his aide spoke through the door. "the meeting will begin shortly."

"Alright." He placed his hand on her cheek. "I'll be back shortly, my dear."

She waited until the door closed and she could no longer hear footsteps before letting out the breath she had been holding.

:~:

This world meeting, like most others, got nowhere fast. The countries resorted to bickering about what happened in the past instead of planning for the future. Of course Germany and Japan weren't looking too well, especially since the war had just ended and they were taking the fall for it. Switzerland was trying to get everyone's attention, and when he succeeded he began the closing of the meeting.

"Alright, alright. Before we start World War III, the meeting will end. Does anyone have any last minute contributions?"

England rose from his seat. "Yes, I would like to add something." Switzerland nodded and took his seat. "I need one of you to look after someone for me. Currently she has become quite a hassle while we are trying to rebuild Europe." he shot a glance at Russia, who suddenly looked interested.

"England," America managed to get out between eating a hamburger and glaring at Russia. "you want us to babysit for you?"

He scowled at his once young charge. "Yes, you git. I just need someone to look after her until things have settled down in Europe."

All the nations took a few moments to process what had just been requested. America shoveled the rest of his hamburger into his mouth.

"Can we at least see her before we decide?"

England had to admit it was a rational question that he didn't expect from the young, blonde hair blue eyed nation.

"But of course," 'They won't resist when they see her,' he added to himself. He turned back to his aide. "Go and get her."

The aide bowed slightly before bolting out of the room. The nations made small talk for a while before the door was reopened. They all turned their attention to the doorway in silence- one could hear a pin drop in that room it got so quiet.

The aide walked in with a cloaked figure following him. When he brought her next to England he bowed again before going back to where the other aides were.

England took the cloak from the figure and revealed a woman at a height of about 5'5'', with a lean body, olive toned skin, and wavy, dark hair that came down to her hips. She had been dressed in, although scandalous to the Europeans, normal attire for dancers in her homeland. She wore a long, carmine red fabric skirt that flowed easily down to the floor but came up only to her hips. Around the top of the skirt was an ornate belt with dangling jewels. The top only covered her breasts, but showcased them at the same time. It also was just as ornate as her belt with the same jewels dangling from the middle of it down towards her stomach.

She stood there, shoulders back and her head high, and waited. She couldn't see anyone, but she could feel their eyes on her. Russia gasped as he felt his heart skip a beat. Slowly, a dark smile crept across his face.

"Who is she?" asked a voice she couldn't recognize.

"A girl who has been staying with me for some time," England replied as he wrapped his arm around the woman's waist.

"Dude, you've been holding out on us!"

"Is she a new country, aru?"

"No, she is just an ordinary woman." England supplied.

Spain gave France a knowing look before he spoke. "Mis amigos, I can take her."

"What the hell, tomato bastard!" Romano yelled from next to his twin, Italy.

Italy studied the girl before he turned to Germany. "You should take her."

Germany just pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't..."

"Please, Germany!" he clung to the man's arm.

"Dude, send her to the land of the free!" America was still gawking at the woman.

Russia finally rose to speak. "Or you could send her to Mother Russia, comrade." His childish smile and voice made everyone in the room cringe, including the woman.

England noticed the reaction she gave. 'How long would you survive with Russia?' He thought with a smile.

He waited a little longer to see who else would make an offer. Denmark was trying to convince Norway to let him take her, but the woman had only responded to Russia.

"It's decided chaps!" Everyone became silent again. "She will be going with Russia."

All the nations couldn't believe what he had just said. America was the first to react. Pointing at his rival with burning eyes he yelled at his one-time brother.

"How the hell can you just let that Commie take her!" None of them would admit it, but they were all thinking the same thing. Russia, however, just stared in shock. He couldn't believe it either. They all knew what happened to the Baltics and Prussia, didn't they?

"America, calm down. Besides I think she will like it with Russia." His voice was sardonic.

"Why not send her to Spain or back with me?" France asked, his voice almost begging.

"And let her get molested, no thanks," he glared at France.

'As if you are any better,' she thought with contempt.

"Please, England, I know we hate each other, but I am closer than him." Spain was trying to reason with the nation that had tormented him for so many years. "It would be better than sending her to Russia."

"I do not think it a good idea to send her with him, aru." China stated gravely. Everyone agreed.

"Well, it is good that it is not up to you, comrade." Russia had back his notorious grin, making China shrink back. He made his way over to England and the strange woman. "She is very pretty, da?"

"Commie! Get your hands off of her!" America had pulled out his gun and pointed it straight at him. Russia instantly turned and brought out his metal pipe. Switzerland pulled out two hand guns and stood guarding Lichtenstein.

"If you two are going to fight, get the hell out. It has been decided; the woman will stay with Russia. This meeting is adjourned!"

With Russia's back turned, England pulled the woman close to him. "This is the price you pay for all of your defiance. Have fun," he kissed her cheek before Russia turned back to him.

The other nations began to file out. Spain gave the woman one last look before exiting as well. 'There's no way to know for sure...not without seeing her eyes...' he reasoned with himself.

America had grabbed the old nation and dragged him out of the room to yell at him, which left Russia and his new acquisition.

"Hello there, little one. I am Russia. You are just a woman, da?"

She made no reply.

"Do you not know English?"

Still no reply.

He eyed over her before he grabbed her arm and led her out of the room. "We should get back so you can meet the rest of the Soviet Union, da?"

She shrank back from his frigid touch, but he still had a vice grip on her arm and she could feel it bruising. He didn't so much as pause before dragging her out in the snow to his waiting car. She couldn't suppress her slight yelp as her bare feet came in contact with the ice. Russia smiled at her and ushered her into his car then got in himself.

"It seems my new plaything doesn't like the cold, da?"

She didn't even know what he looked like but she could sense his mocking grin, and she wanted to slap it off.

:~:

France pulled his long time friend, Spain, over to him.

"Mon cher, are you thinking what I am?"

"Si, mi amigo. Is that really her?"

"It has to be. Who else looks like that and would be with Angleterre?"

Spain sighed. "I still wished I was wrong..."

"Do you think Gilbert will remember?" he whispered. He never would have imagined England would be so desperate.

"I really hope so. He has a reason for sending her, I don't doubt it."

:~:

England sat back in his car, smiling to himself. 'It won't be long before she comes crawling back from that bastard.'