Belarus looked up at the door. It seemed to be about five feet higher than her, and the door handles were bigger than both her hands together.

She reached up and grasped a golden handle then tugged. The door didn't budge so she used both her hands and pulled. Still nothing happened so she started to heave with all her might when the door opened.

Belarus fell backwards and swore loudly as she looked at her scraped hands. "Damn door."

She stood up wiping her hands on her dress, staining the blue with a smudge of blood. She walked through the towering door and into a room with black and white checkered tiles floor and ceiling.

She turned around and the door suddenly slammed shut. It then started to break apart and it turned into paper like hearts that fluttered to the ground, sprout legs as if a bug, and crawled across the room where they disappeared under an extremely small door.

Belarus stared at where the last one had slipped under the crack and to the other side. She took a step towards it and a table fell from the ceiling, with table cloth, and a small flask.

She hurried towards it and picked up the flask. A small piece of paper was tied onto the neck.

"Drink me." she said softly reading the paper out loud.

She looked at the bottle skeptically. She popped the lid and took a wiff. It didn't seem bad.

Belarus took a swig and was surprised to find that it tasted like white wine. A drop of it crawled down her air pipe and she closed her eyes with the coughing sensation that followed.

When she opened her eyes after regaining herself, she saw that the room had suddenly gotten bigger. She looked around wildly to see that her clothes were now a giant wave of fabric that would impossible to wear.

She scooped up some of the cloth and tied it around her like a towel. She then took another piece of cloth and tied it around her waist and over her shoulders as if they were suspenders.

Belarus looked around confused. She kept readjusting her new "dress" and was looking for something to help her out.

She looked around and spotted, right next to the leg of the table, a piece of cake. She walked towards it and in the frosting the words "Eat Me" were written.

Her immediate thoughts were "F*ck no", but as she thought about it, the more it made sense. The drink had made her small, so the cake must make her big.

So she took a bite. A few crumbs fell on her dress, and suddenly she started to grow. She grew. And grew. And grew.

For some reason her dress grew with her this time. She was thankful, but now even more confused.

She looked around and saw a key on the table. She picked it up and unlocked the small door. She then picked up the flask and took a small sip. She wiped a drop on the corner of her mouth off then put it on her dress.

Both her and the dress started to shrink at a rapid pace. She was soon only ten inches tall and able to fit through the door.

Belarus put her hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. A loud creaking noise escaped from the rusted hinges and she stepped through.

Belarus was immediately overcome with different colors and shapes, as flowers towered above her. Yards above her.

She walked forward hesitantly, scanning the area, waiting for something to happen. It was too quiet for something as natural as a garden to be.

"What a, like, weird flower you are."

Belarus's head turned upward slowly.

Poland was smirking, sitting on top of a bright pink corn poppy. His feet were dangling off one of the massive petals, exposing pink toes.

"I'm not a flower." she replied still examining Poland.

Poland flipped his hair out of his eyes and laughed. "Yeah you're way too serious to be a, like, flower like me."

He continued to laugh to himself quietly as Belarus started to walk once more. She looked back to see Poland waving a goodbye. She ignored him and kept walking straight.

Belarus had walked maybe, three feet, when Poland called out to her.

"Wait! Where are you, like, going? You can't leave the garden, that's totally against the law."

She turned around to look at Poland still sitting on his corn poppy, but now with a look that was crossed between ignorant and confused.

"What do you mean against the law?"

Poland sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "Well duh it's against the law. Do you want to get eaten by the cat? Us flowers can't, like, just go anywhere we, like, want, you know? We got to stick together and, like…I don't know…protect each other or something."

Belarus stared at Poland for another second before turning away once again.

"Hey! Did you listen to, like, anything I said?"

Belarus continued to walk and called back without turning around, "I don't care about a cat. I'm looking for Austria."

Poland cocked his head and looked at her puzzled. His expression suddenly lit up. "Oh! You mean the royal messenger! Hah. That guy is so, like, serious. He really needs to, like, chill, you know?"

Belarus turned once again, to face Poland.

"You know where he is?"

"Duh. He's at the castle. He's always at the castle."

"And where is the castle?"

Poland laughed and leaned back on the corn poppy. "You really need to, like, get out more."

Belarus looked at Poland quietly. She walked up to the stem of the flower and started to scratch at it with her nails. Long, deep gashes formed in the hollow stem.

"Hey! What the hell are you, like, doing!"

"Tell me where the castle is. Now."

Poland gave a short cry then pointed towards the other end of the garden.

"It's about a day's walk from here! Just head east and you'll get there! Now stop starching me! It, like, hurts really, really, badly!"

Belarus took her nails out from the stem and looked at the reddish liquid that had oozed from it. She wiped it on her dress and started walking to the other side of the garden.

She looked at the ground and saw rabbit prints again. She followed them and was soon out of the ten foot tall garden and onto a dirt path. The dirt path consisted of many hidden rocks that she kept stumbling over on.

She walked for what seemed like hours, but the sun never moved inch from where it stayed in the sky. She looked up, slightly curious of why that was, what she bumped into a sign.

It was pointing into a forest that was heavily dense. On it, the sign read, "Duke America and Duke Cani, no, um Cano? Not that. Um Canadi? Close. Canadia? Sure we'll go with that."

The sign had a pointed edge going towards the left of the forest.

Belarus looked at the sign and then at the ground.

Rabbit footprints lead to where the sign had pointed.

Well then. she thought. Looks like I'm going to visit this…"duke".