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Livy: I do not own Hetalia or You…

Willow: No shit Sherlock

Livy: ;O; I have to be obvious for the idiots of the world!

Willow: Really? You don't seem to have a problem with understanding it.

Livy: I know…HEY! I AM NOT AN IDIOT!

England: I still think this is a- *is cut off*

Willow: Read the damn chapter!

Livy: ...Well why are you still here? Go on, read!

Willow: It kills wild Frances everywhere…

Livy: xD

You were currently seated between Alfred and Arthur, a very bad place to be it seemed to you. …That is, until, the drinks were starting to go around and storytelling began.

Around the fifth round you started to feel light headed and a tad dizzy, laughing loudly at every joke a drunken Alfred told you. Ivan, whom it seemed, wasn't affected by the alcohol was glaring daggers at the American, a weird sound emitting from his throat. A somewhat sober Yao next to him soon absorbed his attention though and the obnoxious laughter was allowed to continue.

"A-And then they said (your ancient here) was dead!" you laughed out ignoring the tears that made their way into your eyes as you spewed those horrid words.

No one seemed to notice or was too drunk to bother with you. Soft hiccups escaped your throat as you continued with your drunken sob story, laughing and tears pouring out of you and Alfred's little bubble of drunken friendly-ness at the most violent part.

"Mon cher, is there something wrong?" asked Francis from where he was seated, a glass of wine in his hand and the bottle in the other. You sniffed and wiped at your eyes, ignoring the fact that you had a very drunken Arthur's full attention.

"No," you giggled, though the tears portrayed a different story. Francis frowned, his eyebrows drawing together as he opened his mouth to speak again.

"Shut it F-Froggy!" hiccupped Artie from his seat, waving an empty bottle of ale in front of the Frenchman's face. Alfred laughed obnoxiously at this falling off his chair, drawing more giggles from your mouth. Arthur frowned as he watched you giggle at Alfred; he couldn't have you pay more attention to him, could he? Just as he was about to drunkenly rant at Alfred for his actions, your attention returned to him and the frog, stopping him mid thought.

"I think Francis w-was just trying to be nice Artie," you slurred unable to pronounce the 'thur' in his name. Your face was flushed from the intake of alcohol and your eyes were still brimmed with forgotten tears. …But the only thing Arthur processed at that moment was the fact that you'd called him 'Artie' and how white your smile was. Seriously, he'd thought it would burn a hole through the sun if you got close enough to it.

"My name is Artur, no… Artor, Arfer?"

You watched in amusement as Arthur tried in vain to pace while attempting to say his name correctly. He mostly stumbled in small circles, drawing fits of laughter from you as he tripped over the rug.

"Y-You okay Artur?" you asked stumbling over to where he'd fallen over poking him in the shoulder.

"Mph, fine!" he slurred out, his face still to the floor muffling some of his words. You offered him a hand and he stared at it.

"Wot's that for…?" he asked poking your hand, after he rolled over. You giggled again stumbling backwards a step.

"T-To help you up silly!"

"…Oh…"

You managed to heave him to his feet only to stumble backwards a few more steps and trip over the same rug, pulling him down with you. You both laughed like drunken fools as you tumbled down onto the dark rich coloured carpet.

Then you realised…

A loud noise was heard from somewhere close and Kiku's eyes widened…

…The door banged open and another female walked merrily through the door. When she saw the sight before he though, she dropped her luggage and rushed over with a worried expression on her face.

"Natalia, what are you doing to this poor man!" She demanded, any traces of happiness gone, replaced with a demanding expression of a disapproving parent. Kiku knew that look; he'd been on the receiving end of it when Yao had taken care of him.

"He was impersonating brother, sestra," hissed Natalia, glaring back at Kiku with venomous pools of purple jewels as dangerous as Bermuda Triangle. Kiku gulped scooting backwards, further into the somewhat plush couch.

"Hmn? Well I guess he'll have to come too," sighed the other girl. She had blonde hair, darker than Natalia's but still very fine and silky looking, that stopped just below her ears. A teal coloured headband was keeping some of the pesky layers of her hair out of her aquamarine eyes that seemed to shimmer like pools of freshly caught tears. She was wearing a black hat that, presumably, went with her maroon uniform, her chest area was a bit larger than expected as well and probably caused her back pain.

"Where are we going Yekaterina?" asked Natalia, dropping the sister act immediately; her eyes flashing with curiosity.

"Paris; brother wants to see us."

At this Natalia looked confused, her eyebrows pulling together slightly.

"Why would brother be there?" she asked, straightening the bow in her hair. Kiku listened intently to their conversation, hoping to get some extra information from it.

"I don't think it should be said around …him," said the bustier girl, Yekaterina. "After all brother said that Japan was missing."

Kiku's eyes widened momentarily and he hoped that neither of the two in front of him noticed. Yekaterina caught it though her eyes twinkling with a certain knowing. Natalia seemed to pout, but soon replaced the sour look with a more clouded one.

"Go pack Natalia, we'll be leaving soon."

With that the violet eyed girl sped off to get ready for the trip ahead. Kiku relaxed some, thinking his biggest troubles were over.

"Don't think you're off the hook Kiku, I know what thoughts are plaguing your mind," murmured Yekaterina her eyes flashing a brighter blue and her hands going to the side of her uniform. Kiku's eyes followed her hands warily and then he gasped when she pulled the hilt of his lost weapon from one of her pockets.

"W-Where…?" he asked, his eyes now trained on her's. The girl raised two delicate eyebrows in question before shoving the item back into her pocket as Natalia came back into view.

"I'm ready to go see brother now~" She hummed, two suitcases in her pale hands. Yekaterina smiled brightly, though it seemed broken somehow, and clapped her hands together.

"Wonderful!" she announced, picking up her suitcases and gesturing at Kiku to walk in front of her. The Japanese man did so, every so often glancing behind him, weary of those two pairs of eyes watching him through the snow.

Not long after they'd set out, they'd reached a plane, Kiku almost running into it. The girls too turns watching him as they loaded up the plane, never giving him a moment to attempt an escape.

"In," hissed Natalia, pressing a knife against the back of the brown eyed man's neck. Kiku gulped and followed the orders taking Yekaterina's hand and pulling himself into the aircraft. It was warm in there, certainly warmer than outside. Natalia sat behind Kiku her eyes trained on the back of his head and her hands fingering her knifes enthusiastically.

They were in Paris in record time, having no trouble with their passenger on the way.

Livy: Soo…? Did ya like it!

England: I d-*gets cut off*

Willow: Chances are, if they're reading it, they like it.

Livy: :P Review please. …OH! And I don't own Hetalia.