Arctic smiled at her big brother. A few weeks had passed since Russia had found her, and she'd almost gotten used to what they called, a "normal" life. Ukraine had discovered the girl's favorite food, blini, which seemed to magically vanish around Arctic.

Russia handed his sister yet another treat, laughing as she practically shoved it down her throat. "Haha, little podsolnechnik needs to slow down. You don't want to get dirty, we're going to a meeting today~."

Ukraine walked in, a small jacket in hand. "Here Arctic, let's go~!" She smiled over at Russia as she maneuvered the small girl's arms into the coat. They walked out the door together, Arctic between them, the three of them all holding hands.

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Later, during ze Vorld Conference (Because yes, I HAD to write it in a German accent)

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The world meeting, to say it nicely, was hell on earth. Just to clarify, we're not talking about the Norwegian city.

When Ukraine, Arctic, and Russia arrived at the meeting, they were a few minutes late. A ghost-like boy in the corner, holding a bear, was being crushed by the brawling nations of France and Britain. Greece snored next to his archenemy, the Turkish man launching spitballs at the dozing cat lover. Meanwhile, Germany sat in his usual seat, gripping his head as he fought off another Italy-induced migraine. The rest of the countries were chatting, dozing, bickering, munching, being too boring for this authoress to write about etcetera, etcetera…

Russia and Ukraine walked over to their seats by the Baltics, and Belarus, who was glaring at Arctic like they were cutesy little five-year-olds, and Arctic was the witch who stole the last cupcake. Arctic stood, bewildered, by the door, not used to such large amounts of people. She glanced around nervously, not sure what to do. "Hey! Are you another new micro-nation~?" She jumped, whirling around to face a boy with extremely bushy eyebrows. She looked to Russia for help. "It's okay, podsolnechnik! Make some friends!" He mouthed the words, almost as if he had rehearsed this.

"Well, are you going to answer me? Oh, wait, my name is Sealand! What's yours?" Arctic remained silent, as she watched the boy, who stuck out his hand as if he expected her to shake it.

She backed away, smiling sort of nervously. Then she heard a shout. "Hey dudes! There's a kid here!" She flinched in surprise, as she was scooped up by a bespectacled guy, with a funny little cowlick. "America! Put that poor child down!" An angry British voice rose above the rabble that had filled the room at seeing the child. America, of course, being the ass that he is, didn't listen to Britain, and held Arctic up, lion king style.

Arctic was most definitely not used to this, and she freaked out quietly. She squirmed in the young man's grip, but to no avail. His grasp remained steady, keeping her a good four feet above the ground. He spoke with a kind, even tone to his voice.

"Hey kid, are you lost?" Arctic shook her head no, her hair whipping America in the face. "You a country, or region?" At this she smiled, nodding. "Can you talk?" America looked at her over his specs, grinning, as Arctic nodded again. "Haha, I don't believe you kiddo. Prove it." Arctic's frown flipped upside-down, and she crossed her arms, shaking her head in dissent. "Shorty has attitude." America sighed and set Arctic down.

Arctic turned and ran over to Russia, hiding behind his coat, much to America's disbelief. Russia smiled gently, ruffling the young girl's hair.

America shouted. "Dude! Don't go near the creepy commie!"

(Finland: "He's so creepy!" *buries face in Sweden's chest* Sweden: *rapeface*)

Russia stood, scooping up Arctic, who buried her face in his scarf. "She came with me, comrade." America startled. "No way man! You don't have any kids!" Russia smiled, the childish grin not reaching his eyes. "No. I have three sisters. Belarus," He paused as the young woman gasped, being recognized by her brother for the first time in a while. "Ukraine, and Arctic."

The room was dead silent. Even Greece had stopped his snoring to watch the drama unfold.

America's expression was one any sane person would laugh at, yet, no-one did. He stared at the duo, gaping like a fish as Ukraine, Belarus, and the Baltics stood behind Russia, defending the large country. "B-but.. There's no way that can be safe for her!" His fishy face disappeared as it was quickly replaced by a look of outrage. "No way I'll let her stay with you! That's probably why she's mute! You made her scared to talk around you!"

Russia bristled. "She's not mute. She just doesn't like to talk." He glanced at the small girl. "Right ?"

America laughed harshly. "Yeah. Right. Thing is, I don't trust you with kids." He glared at Russia. "You know, even though he is a git… America's got a point." Britain narrowed his eyes.

Eventually your stereotypical "we don't trust his guy, let's unite to stop him even though most of us don't get along".

And then…..

The authoress gave you guys a cliffhanger! Merry Thursday the 12th~!

~A/N~

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