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Title: You Can't Hide Forever Part 4
Author:[personal profile] setosnicegirl
Character(s) or Pairing(s): All Nations
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warnings: None for now
Summary: A work in progress of this fill on the kink meme. What if the normal population of the world found out about the identities of the nations? What would happen? Chaos? Unity? And better yet....who told?

Click here to see all previous parts.


Author’s Note: So I have the name Yekaterina Braginskaya as Ukraine's name because back in early 2009, that is what I saw others use as her name. Since she still doesn't have a canon name, just pretend that is an alias she chose for that time period.

In Kiev

“So, Miss Braginskaya, what relationship do you have with Mr. Ivan Braginsky or, how we know him now, Russia, since your surnames are similar? Are you his mother?” asked the young and eager reporter. Behind him was another reporter writing down what was being said.

Yekaterina shifted nervously in her chair. She didn’t like the suit she had to wear. It was too uncomfortable. She wanted to leave. She wanted to find her brother and sister to make sure they were alright. To make sure they don’t do something that everyone will regret. To make sur-

“Україна!(Ukraine!)”

Yekaterina snapped out of her thoughts. She looked up at her boss, who was standing next to her.

“Answer his question,” he said.

“Ah, yes sir,” she said before turning back to the reporter. “To answer you, no I am not Russia-chan’s, I mean, Russia’s mother. I’m his older sister.”

“His older sister? If the Ukraine is Russia’s older sibling, doesn’t that mean that we should rule over them?” said the reporter.

“What! No, that’s not it at all!” cried Yekaterina. But she was ignored when the other reporter replied back.

“Yes we should! Miss Braginskaya should assert her authority over her little brother. When she does that, maybe the country wouldn’t suffer so much from Russia’s control of natural resources! Ukraine would be number one in the east!” said the reporter who was writing things down.

“It would be great if Russia became under our power and had to bend to Ukraine’s will!”

“Will you all shut up!?” cried Yekaterina. “I will not try to take over Vanya’s country. I will not “assert my authority” over him. I will not rule over him!”

The reporters and Ukraine’s boss stared at her in astonishment.

“But why!? Those Russian bastards should learn the meaning of suffering as well!” cried the reporter angrily.

“Yekaterina. Maybe we should-” started her boss be was cut off when Yekaterina stood up angrily and pull the reporter out of his chair by his lapels and pulled him near her face.

“Don’t you ever talk like you know everything!” she growled. “My dearest Vanya, my Russia-chan, my little brother, has suffered so much...and I can’t do anything but watch as he slowly loses himself. We hurt my little brother when my younger sister, the other countries, and I left him. Even though it had to be done, I hurt my Vanya and added fuel to his madness. Do you know how much it hurts? Do you? If I could take over for my brother, I would in a heartbeat. But I can’t, because we are two separate beings, two completely different countries, and we are alone.”

Yekaterina dropped the reporter to the ground and he looked up at her with fear in his eyes.

“Do you know understand now?” she said to him.

He slowly nodded his head.

“Good. Now if you will excuse me. I must find my siblings,” she said as she walked toward the door, but before opening it, she turned around and said, “Oh, if I find out that you have published what was said today, my brother and sister will come after you.There would be no place to run.”

And with that, she exited and slammed the door shut.

Silence was present in the room until Ukraine’s boss spoke up and said, “It’s seems that she has went into “motherly” mode. I wonder if this is good or bad........”

In Minsk, Belarus

A body dropped to the ground with a thud and a soft groan. Blood was leaking from a wound in the side.

Standing over the body was Natasha, who was holding her bloody dagger tightly in her hand and was panting heavily. She looked around the room at the other groaning human bodies and at those who were quiet.

Natasha, wordlessly stepped over the bodies and out of the a door into the hall, her dress and petticoats making a soft shhh shhh as she does.

It seems that she needs to add whoever sent those men to kidnap her to her hit list, right behind the person who told.

She pulled out a lace handkerchief and wiped the blood off her dagger.

But first, she needed to find her brother....

Tallinn, Estonia

Eduard watched as his people run around the T.V. studio, as they get ready for broadcast his nationwide interview.

‘Even though people will remember me now, I don’t like this,’ he thought as a young aid came to offer him coffee or tea.

Before he was dragged out of his home, laptop in tow, by his boss’s people, he was able to read a message from Toris that the countries that can escape the reporters are going to have a meeting to discuss what to do now.

‘I rather be there than here,’ thought Eduard, ‘Maybe I could slip away before anyone will notice.’ Eduard looked around until he spotted a nervous looking camera man who was his height and build.

“Perfect.”

A half an hour later, the studio was in chaos when they found one of their cameramen naked and gagged in a closet and their country gone, who left a note in his chair that said:

Sorry. I will provide compensation for the poor man I have hurt.-From Estonia aka The country that doesn’t stand out much.

Brussels

Belgium was sitting in her favorite restaurant and was about to dig into a nice warm plate of Belgian waffles that she covered with some maple syrup that she had gotten as a present from Matthew, when a nicely dressed woman sat in the chair in front of her.

Belgium put down her fork and asked, “May I help you?”

“Just stay right there,” said the woman as she turned to the door and gestured for someone to come in. The door chimed and in came a camera man.

“Um, what’s going on,” asked Belgium before she picked up her fork again and put a piece of the waffle in her mouth. ‘Damn it! My waffles are getting cold,’ she thought as she cut another piece of waffle to put in her mouth.

The woman straightens her hair and then pulled out a microphone and looked at the camera. The camera man gave a silent countdown before she started talking.

“Hello everyone. I’m here in this very nice Brussels waffle house with the personification of our country, Belgium!”

Belgium spat out the waffle she was chewing and bits of it landed on the reporter’s face.

“Oh shit,” she murmured.

Belgium saw that the reporter was preoccupied with getting the waffle off of her face and shirt so she grabbed her plate and began to run out of the door with her waffles.

She shouted over her shoulder to the owner, “Just put it on my tab and I’ll bring the plate back! Thanks!” And with that she was carefully running down the street, making sure her waffles didn’t fall off.

Riga, Latvia

Raivis began to shake even more as more reporters and Latvians began to crowd around him. It was getting too much. He wasn’t used to all of this attention. The flashing of cameras, the questions of the reporters, and many of the women crying out, “Ohh! He is SO CUTE! I want to hug him!” “But why is he shaking?”

The pressure was getting too much for Raivis and soon he stopped shaking.....

...and fell to the ground into a faint.

The reporters and his people blinked for a second before collectively screaming,

LATVIA!!!!


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