Author Notes- I'm so sorry I made you guys wait so long for this chapter! But on the bright side I'm going to Sakuracon, so if you're going than please let me know in the reviews, I'd really like to meet you guys!

-Chapter 4-

Estonia groaned as he opened his eyes, his head was throbbing. He rolled his head to the side, the floor was cold and smooth. He sat up expecting to see England ready to shout at him for intruding in his house. But to his surprise it didn't look like he was in England's basement, nor in a police station. He looked down at the blanket that had been covering his face with confusion, he leaned on his hand. And instantly realized that he was on hard wood floors, and not concrete floors like England's basement. The room he sat in was dark, and he couldn't see any silhouettes. "England?!" He called out, confused and disoriented.

"No numb nuts, you're still at my house." A feminine voice snickered. Was that...Ukraine? Estonia thought in surprise from the likeness of the voice. He heard the clacking heels approaching and started to wonder if he was dreaming, but this would be his first dream that he could feel pain if it was. A door opened releasing light that felt blinding to Estonia, who's eyes had been adjusted to the darkness. He suddenly heard an uproar of laughter the woman who stood at the door. He squinted his eyes and tried to get a good look at her, and to his amazement it truly looked like Ukraine was standing at the door laughing. He laughter quieted down a bit as she flicked the light switch allowing him to get a better look at her.

While her figure and voice were exactly like Ukraine's upon further expectation anyone could see that this was someone entirely different. Her hair appeared to be a brown with a dark purple tint, and wore a dress that looked like fancy lingerie. Also, she was wearing make up and had crimson eyes. Her laughing finally stopped enough that she could speak and be understood, "You-You look so fucking weird!" she exclaimed as she laughed. Estonia was left speechless in his confusion. "Dude he warned me that this drug had hallucination effect but I had no idea it would make you look so funny!" She laughed, making Estonia even more confused. "...He who?" Estonia asked, not sure which question to start with. "Sealand of course! That little drug overlord made something new, he calls it E Mare Libertas. Anyhow I'm in no condition to deal with your bullshit so get out of my house, okay?"

Estonia furrowed his eyebrows. What the heck is she talking about? He thought as he placed one hand on his head, which still hurt. "...Who...are you?" Once again the woman erupted in laughter, "Wow, I knew that your head started to bleed but I never dreamed you would be this spacey when you wake up! Or maybe you also took something from Sealand?" she paused as she placed her hand on her chest. "I'm the one and only Ukraine! And you're in my house. When you're not acting so weird and you've got some money in your pocket then we can play, but for now I don't think I should be servicing any customers." She announced, her words making Estonia's eyes widen. "How did I get here?" He asked, despite having realized already that with every answer she gives and new question is spun.

Her high heels clacked on the floor as she walked up to Estonia, she leaned down and put her hand on his chest. Estonia cheeks turned bright red as his heart started racing, confused or not he still could see her charm. "You walked in through the door of course, silly." She giggled seductively. Her grip tightened on his jacket, she violently pulled him up to his feet. She leaned in putting her lips right next to his ear, "Now get the fuck out of my house, kay darling?" she said enticingly. She released Estonia from her surprisingly firm grip, and marched up the stairs, the clacking sound trailing behind her. Estonia curled his hands into fists and tried to calm down.

What...What just happened?

He thought as he watched her disappear from his sight. He remembered going into England's cellar with Lithuania and Latvia, he remembered hearing England's eerie chanting, he remember a bright light and pain, and then he woke up didn't make sense. Especially with some woman claiming to be Ukraine being the first person he encounters, and what did she mean Sealand is a little drug overlord?!He took a deep breath and glanced around the now well lit room. It appeared to be the foyer, and by the looks of the size and the giant staircase her house must be a mansion. He looked up at the chandelier. Definitely a mansion. He thought looking at what must've been at least nearly a thousand dollars just hanging from the ceiling.

He looked over to the large grand doors, which were obviously the doors out of there. But he was still so confused, he didn't even know how he got there. He stood there for a moment wondering what exactly to do. I guess I'll just call Mister Russia and see if everything is okay. He thought as he pulled out his cellphone and flipped it open. He sighed before pressing the call button, and braced himself for the worst. But to his shock his phone quietly responded "No service." in it's robotic voice. He raised an eyebrow, whatever was going on it was really weird. I guess I'll just have to go Russia's house. It was an odd thought, considering his fear of Russia. But logical one, due to the fact that should think Russia may think he's trying to become independent should he not report back.

He opened the grand doors, letting the chilly air infiltrate the mansion. He stepped outside, it was a bit cold but it was nothing compared to how cold it was in Russia. He closed the doors behind him, wondering just how he'll be getting to Russia's house without a car or a working cellphone. He turned his head to the side, and like anyone else would, noticed the Porsche sitting in the drive way. It was so clean it actually sparkled, he bit his bottom lip. Debating what was right and what was wrong. It wasn't his to even consider barrowing, but with the owner doing so many illegal things it wasn't exactly wrong was it? He creaked the door back open, tip-toeing back inside. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I barrowed it, just for a little while. He thought, well aware that was a lie. As any owner of a Porsche would mind, very much.

His eyes scanned the foyer more carefully this time. He wonder which exit would hold wherever she keeps her keys, as he didn't want to spend more time than necessary trying to find them. Her bedroom. He assumed as he quietly marched up the stairs, trying to keep a look out for the drugged yet still threatening woman. He had no idea where she had gone, just that at the moment he didn't hear any clacking. Once he to the top of the staircase he looked side to side, the stairs had lead him to a corridor that was shaped like a box. What was the point of having so many rooms? He wonder as he turned the knob of the first door he came to, his eyes widened in surprise. I was a giant walk in closet, completely dedicated to lingerie. His cheeks turned bright red, he nearly slammed the door closed but stopped himself remembering not to make noise.

He huffed, his cheeks still red. He looked at the next door and opened it, an entire room of shoes. It was mostly high heels, with the a occasional wedge shoes among them. He closed the door and let out a frustrated sigh. Are these all just damn closets?! He pondered, marching past a few doors assuming they would just be dedicated to dresses or shirts. He opened a door, already annoyed and expecting to see more clothing. And to his shock it was a bedroom, and it looked like it was meant for two people on their honeymoon. With rose petals and candles ready to be lit it looked like she had set the mood. Is this what she meant by "play"? He thought, his face turning even redder. He immediately closed the door, his heart beating loudly as he did so.

He took a deep breath, try to calm himself down. Everything about this was insane, he was starting to wonder if this might just be a really weird dream. He walked past a few doors stopping at the was slightly different from the others, this one had a keyhole. All of the other rooms, including the bedroom which she used to entertain customers, had no keyholes and could not be locked even if you want privacy. He turned the knob slowly, unsure whether or not it was locked. And what if it was her bedroom? If it is doesn't that mean might be in there? What would he say to her if she in there? How would he explain they he was still there despite being told to leave?

He opened the door, the turned out to not be locked. It was dark, and hard to see any thing in there. The entire atmosphere was different from the rest of the house. Everything was clean and new, the very air seemed rich. But this single room was very different, the air was dusty. He stepped in, his curiosity enticing him. his hand brushed the wall, searching for a switch. After much shuffling and awkwardly feeling the wall he flicked a switch, the lit up a light the was specifically placed above a large painting that had been intended to be the center piece of the room. Estonia's jaw uncontrollably dropped. The painting featured not only the Ukraine look-a-like but also a man that looked just like Russia, but with black hair and black and red clothes. It also has had a girl that looked like Belarus but with a frightened expression, and there was a boy that looked a lot like Latvia. And guy that looked like Lithuania!

He mouth gaped as he looked at the one that undeniably looked just like him, yet so different. He covered his mouth in shock. He looked at the words beneath the painting labeling it "Soviet Union" he instantly felt his entire body shudder. He was practically in tears purely from scared he was. That's my face. That's my face. He could only think as he looked at the painting.

This isn't possible. This is not possible. He thought. I was in England basement, I was with Latvia and Lithuania. He strained to remember what happened. It was dark, England was chanting. There was a blinding light, and then pain. His heart raced. He knew what it looked like, it looked like England's magic had worked. But that's impossible, at least that's what Estonia holds true. Magic is not real. This is not real.

"What are you doing in here?"

Author Notes- I hope you guys liked this chapter!