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(Name) woke slowly, blinking in the light of the dawn. The sunbeams streamed like liquid gold through frosted glass, as they had every morning for the past few hundred years. No noise disturbed her morning peace.

She was the personification of the Svalbard archipelago, a national representation. Not that she'd been to a world meeting. She didn't need to; her land and people were technically part of her brother Norway's country. And even if they weren't, (name) couldn't risk going. World meetings often got violent and crazy. She couldn't take the risk that someone would pick a fight with her and pull her hair.

You see, like Norway, Svalbard had a floating curl on the back of her head. But instead of causing a harmless display of silver frost like her brother's, pulling (name)'s curl caused her to turn into an angry black dragon.

Ever since discovering this, (name) had hidden in her room. She didn't want to hurt her brothers or the other countries. She hadn't left the room in almost two centuries.

"But that changes today," (name) whispered, staring at her calendar. The date was circled in red, a date she'd been both looking forward to and dreading for three months. Her brother's wedding.

Her brother Sweden was finally marrying his lover, Finland. (Name) had never met Sweden's "wife," but he made her brother happy and for that, she was grateful. And she knew it would mean the world to Sweden if she actually came to his wedding.

The window is open, so's that door
I didn't know they did that anymore
Who knew we owned eight thousand salad plates?
For years I've roamed these empty halls
Why have a ballroom with no balls?
Finally they're opening up the gates

Prussia paced around his room, trying to put off getting changed as long as possible. He hated wearing suits, they were so un-awesome! But he would have to put it on eventually. It was his brother's wedding after all.

A heavy knock on the door preceded Germany's entrance. "Gilbert, shouldn't you be getting ready? Aren't you supposed to be the minister?"

"Ja, ja, I know." Prussia looked up at his youngest brother. "Hey Luddy, do you think (name) will come?"

Germany shrugged. "How should I know? I barely remember her. She hasn't come out of her room in ages. Not since before I had that war with France." The blond nation winced. It had taken him decades to get over the concussion Napoleon had left him with.

Prussia picked up a small painting and looked at it sadly. "I hope she does. (Name)and I used to be best buds, but I haven't seen her since we were little. I miss her so much... All of us do." Gilbert put the painting down and wiped a tear from his eye. "Sometimes I think you're lucky not to remember her. It must hurt less."

"Nein!" Germany grabbed Prussia and pulled the albino into a hug. "Never say that. I wish I had the memories you and the others do. You think it doesn't hurt to forget your family?"

Suddenly Iceland ran in, panting. The usually quiet nation was flushed red, eyes bright with happiness, a wide grin splitting his face in two. He was still in his pajamas, which was also unusual for him. Usually at this time of year Iceland woke ridiculously early and was dressed even before Germany.

"Ludwig! Gilbert! (Name)'s coming out! She's going to be at Berwald's wedding!"

"Was?" the German duo asked in unison. Prussia's eyes lit up.

"Awesome! I haven't seen her in forever! I can't wait! We'll dye Austria's clothes pink and cover the dance floor with soap- it'll be just like old times!"

There'll be actual real live people
It'll be totally strange
But wow, am I so ready for this change!
'Cause for the first time in forever
There'll be music, there'll be light
For the first time in forever
I'll be dancing through the night

Germany left Prussia to get ready. He sat in the garden alone, pondering this new information. The young nation couldn't really remember ever meeting his older sister. He knew he had known her when he was the Holy Roman Empire- the others had told him about things they'd done together- but he couldn't even remember what she looked like. Even when he tried his hardest the only image that came to mind was the edge of a blue sundress and a lock of (colour) hair.

"I have a sister," Germany mused. It sounded so odd. Even though he knew she was there, he'd never really considered (name) his sister before. She was just a closed door from behind which occasional sounds were heard. He didn't know anything about her.

"I wonder what she looks like. Does she play piano like Austria? Does she dance?" Germany plucked some flowers from a nearby bed and twirled their stems between his fingers. Forget-me-nots.

"Does she remember me?"

Don't know if I'm elated or gassy
But I'm somewhere in that zone
'Cause for the first time in forever
I won't be alone

It wasn't England's idea to go to Sweden's wedding. He was going because his sons wanted to. Canada and America had been dying to meet the other nations ever since their governments gained independence from his. He couldn't just let them go alone; he remembered what Denmark and Prussia could be like. It wouldn't be safe.

England winced as he thought of his family. He hadn't spent time with them in so long. It just hadn't been the same without (name) around. Sure Berwald and Lukas were good to him and Roderich did his best, but it was lonely without (name). Then again, it was lonely in the British Isles too. Scotland, Wales and the Irelands tended to avoid him, even if they had taken him in.

"You okay Iggy? You look a little green." England turned around to see America and Canada standing in the door. They'd both grown up into fine young men. He was so proud of them. Or at least, when America actually bothered to use his brain he was.

"It's nothing boys. I just don't do too well with a lot of people. You know that."

Canada frowned. "You're always alright when the Commonwealth gets together."

"That's different. The Commonwealth... You fellows are my family. And you too America," England added as America pouted. The young nation, despite his fight for independence, had never really been happy to leave the Commonwealth completely. It was what his people wanted, not him.

England straightened his tie. "Well boys, are you ready?" Both young countries nodded and the trio left for the wedding.

I can't wait to meet everyone!
What if I meet... the one?
Tonight imagine me gowned and all
Fetchingly draped against the wall
The picture of sophisticated grace
Ooh! I suddenly see him standing there
A beautiful stranger, tall and fair
I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face
But then we laugh and talk all evening,
Which is totally bizarre
Nothing like the life I've led so far

Ding dong Norway opened the door to admit more guests. This time it was Spain and the Italies. Lukas directed Antonio and Lovino to the den before telling Feliciano where Ludwig was. The whole time there was a small smile on his face. Norway was happy for his brother, and even happier that (name) was going to come out for once. Not that he would say it out loud.

Austria came up behind him and cleared his throat. The head of the household was nervous; Norway could see him quivering. And knowing Austria's history, it wasn't to do with the wedding.

"Don't worry," Norway soothed, "She said she'll come, so she'll come."

"I know." Austria sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's just, I haven't seen her in so long. How will I know what she likes? If she's happy?"

Roderich started playing idly with his tie. The piano player's hands constantly needed to be doing something, especially when he was worried. "Lukas, does anyone even know why Svalbard has been hiding in her room for so long?"

"Not me. Denmark might, but he never said anything."

Sighing again, Austria made his way to the kitchen to work on making desserts. "I hope she meets someone tonight," he mumbled to himself. "It would be good for (name) to come out more often. Maybe a relationship would help her."

For the first time in forever
There'll be magic, there'll be fun
For the first time in forever
I could be noticed by someone
And I know it is totally crazy
To dream I'd find romance
But for the first time in forever
At least I've got a chance

Finland couldn't sit still. He was so excited! True, when he'd first met Sweden the other had seemed intimidating, even scary, but now he knew how much of a teddy bear the taller man was. The huge blond was adorable. And his family was so nice, it gave the little Nordic warm shivers.

"Are you ready Su-san?" Finland asked as he came out of the shower. He received an affirmative grunt and a gorgeous sight. Sweden was standing tall in front of the mirror, dressed in a deep blue tux. The tall nation was just finishing with his tie.

"I can't believe we're finally getting married! I'm so happy your family likes me." Finland quickly got dressed in his white suit, though he had to slow down after he tried to put it on backwards. Sweden Smiled and kissed his forehead, helping the tiny Finn with his jacket.

"You're cute when you're excited."

Finland beamed up at his husband-to-be. "Oh, you're so sweet. Hey, do you think your sister will like the dress I picked out for her? I wasn't sure, since I've never met her. Are you sure she's fine with being one of my bridesmaids? I wouldn't want to upset her."

"The dress is wonderful. She'll love it." Sweden kissed Finland's forehead again. "Don't worry so much Tino."

Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, put on a show
Make one wrong move and everyone will know
But it's only for today
It's only for today
It's agony to wait
It's agony to wait
Tell the guards to open up the gate
The gate

(Name) stared at herself in the mirror. For someone who had never met her, Finland had an excellent idea of her taste and size. The blue bridesmaid's dress fit perfectly. Small patterns of silver worked into the fabric gave it a tasteful sparkle, and the skirt was long and flowing without impeding her movement. There were even matching shoes and gloves.

As the final touch on her preparations, (name) bound her hair up in a tight braid that restrained her magical curl. As long as no one touched her hair she would be fine. Sweden could have his perfect family wedding and no one would get hurt. No one would know about the monster inside.

Taking a deep breath, (name) turned and opened the door. Prussia stood outside in a grey-black suit that reminded her of his days as a knight. The albino bowed and smirked.

"Wow sis, you sure grew up nice. May I accompany you down- aww, screw this!" Prussia swept Svalbard into a hug. "I've missed you so much (name). Don't you ever hide from the awesome me again!"

(Name) pushed her enthusiastic brother away before he could touch her deadly hair. "I missed you too. But this... I can't. After the wedding things have to go back to the way they've been."

"But why?"

"I can't tell you Gilbert. Just trust me, that's the way it has to be."

For the first time in forever
Don't let them in, don't let them see
I'm getting what I'm dreaming of
Be the good girl you always have to be
A chance to change my lonely world
Conceal
A chance to find true love
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know

Denmark was delighted when (name) came downstairs with Prussia. He'd missed her so much. If only he knew why she'd locked her door... The Viking knew it had something to do with him, but it was so long ago, he couldn't remember. Hopefully (name) wasn't mad at him anymore. Even for a nation, 200 years should be plenty of time to cool down.

"Hey Sval!" Denmark called, rushing over to his sister and slinging his arm across her shoulders. (Name) flinched, but he didn't notice. "Glad you could make it."

"Get off of me Matthias." (Name) pushed her brother's arm off and went to go congratulate Sweden and Finland. Denmark stared after her in confusion.

"Shit, don't tell me she's still mad?" the Viking whined. Prussia glared at him.

"So you're the reason (name)'s been hiding in her room so long. What the Hell did you do?"

"I don't know, I swear! All I know is that last time I saw her she was playing with Emil and Luddy. I went in to mess with them, then the next day she wouldn't come out of her room. I don't remember what happened."

I know it all ends tomorrow,
So it has to be today
'Cause for the first time in forever
For the first time in forever
Nothing's in my way!

The wedding went off perfectly. Prussia was serious for once; even Romano grudgingly admitted that the albino had been a good priest. Sweden and Finland were so happy. And when it came time to throw the bouquet, England caught it.

(Name) smiled at her bewildered brother. "Arthur, you're here? Roderich told me you ran away from home."

"Yes, well, I couldn't very well miss my own brother's wedding, however long it's been. Especially not when a couple of my sons wanted to come." He gestured to Canada and America, who were playing with Kugelmugel and Ladonia.

"You... you have sons?"

England blushed. "Yes love. More than just these two in fact. I spent some time as a worldwide empire, but most of them are growing up now. My God, did you really not know? Austria told me you'd been shut up since I left, but I didn't believe him."

"It's true." (Name) bit her lip and looked away. "I- it's what's best. For me and for everyone else."

England was shocked. Even he and Japan had never gone to such an extent of isolation. But before he could say anything, the small blond was interrupted by one of his older brothers.

"Yo Sval, I challenge you to a drinking contest!" Denmark slung one arm around (name)'s shoulders. His Viking brain still thought copious amounts of mead was the way to make everything right.

"I'm not in the mood Denmark." (Name) tried to push her brother off again, but he clung tighter this time.

"Aww, (name) let loose a little! You're worse than Luddy!" Denmark ruffled (name)'s hair, pulling it out of it's tight braid. Her eyes widened with shock.

"No! Matthias, you idiot, what did you just do?" (Name) shoved her brother away and ran out of the house. He had touched her curl; the change was already happening. Black scales sprouted out of her skin and her fingernails grew into claws. (Name) rushed away from the house and out into the wilderness.

Everyone stared after her retreating form. Even Italy's eyes were wide with shock.

"Ve~ What just happened?"

"I have no idea Italien... No idea."

Description
(Name) woke slowly, blinking in the light of the dawn. The sunbeams streamed like liquid gold through frosted glass, as they had every morning for the past few hundred years. No noise disturbed her morning peace.

She was the personification of the Svalbard archipelago, a national representation. Not that she'd been to a world meeting. She didn't need to; her land and people were technically part of her brother Norway's country. And even if they weren't, (name) couldn't risk going. World meetings often got violent and crazy. She couldn't take the risk that someone would pick a fight with her and pull her hair.

You see, like Norway, Svalbard had a floating curl on the back of her head. But instead of causing a harmless display of silver frost like her brother's, pulling (name)'s curl caused her to turn into an angry black dragon.

Ever since discovering this, (name) had hidden in her room. She didn't want to hurt her brothers or the other countries. She hadn't left the room in almost two centuries.

"But that changes today," (name) whispered, staring at her calendar. The date was circled in red, a date she'd been both looking forward to and dreading for three months. Her brother's wedding.

Her brother Sweden was finally marrying his lover, Finland. (Name) had never met Sweden's "wife," but he made her brother happy and for that, she was grateful. And she knew it would mean the world to Sweden if she actually came to his wedding.

The window is open, so's that door
I didn't know they did that anymore
Who knew we owned eight thousand salad plates?
For years I've roamed these empty halls
Why have a ballroom with no balls?
Finally they're opening up the gates

Prussia paced around his room, trying to put off getting changed as long as possible. He hated wearing suits, they were so un-awesome! But he would have to put it on eventually. It was his brother's wedding after all.

A heavy knock on the door preceded Germany's entrance. "Gilbert, shouldn't you be getting ready? Aren't you supposed to be the minister?"

"Ja, ja, I know." Prussia looked up at his youngest brother. "Hey Luddy, do you think (name) will come?"

Germany shrugged. "How should I know? I barely remember her. She hasn't come out of her room in ages. Not since before I had that war with France." The blond nation winced. It had taken him decades to get over the concussion Napoleon had left him with.

Prussia picked up a small painting and looked at it sadly. "I hope she does. (Name)and I used to be best buds, but I haven't seen her since we were little. I miss her so much... All of us do." Gilbert put the painting down and wiped a tear from his eye. "Sometimes I think you're lucky not to remember her. It must hurt less."

"Nein!" Germany grabbed Prussia and pulled the albino into a hug. "Never say that. I wish I had the memories you and the others do. You think it doesn't hurt to forget your family?"

Suddenly Iceland ran in, panting. The usually quiet nation was flushed red, eyes bright with happiness, a wide grin splitting his face in two. He was still in his pajamas, which was also unusual for him. Usually at this time of year Iceland woke ridiculously early and was dressed even before Germany.

"Ludwig! Gilbert! (Name)'s coming out! She's going to be at Berwald's wedding!"

"Was?" the German duo asked in unison. Prussia's eyes lit up.

"Awesome! I haven't seen her in forever! I can't wait! We'll dye Austria's clothes pink and cover the dance floor with soap- it'll be just like old times!"

There'll be actual real live people
It'll be totally strange
But wow, am I so ready for this change!
'Cause for the first time in forever
There'll be music, there'll be light
For the first time in forever
I'll be dancing through the night

Germany left Prussia to get ready. He sat in the garden alone, pondering this new information. The young nation couldn't really remember ever meeting his older sister. He knew he had known her when he was the Holy Roman Empire- the others had told him about things they'd done together- but he couldn't even remember what she looked like. Even when he tried his hardest the only image that came to mind was the edge of a blue sundress and a lock of (colour) hair.

"I have a sister," Germany mused. It sounded so odd. Even though he knew she was there, he'd never really considered (name) his sister before. She was just a closed door from behind which occasional sounds were heard. He didn't know anything about her.

"I wonder what she looks like. Does she play piano like Austria? Does she dance?" Germany plucked some flowers from a nearby bed and twirled their stems between his fingers. Forget-me-nots.

"Does she remember me?"

Don't know if I'm elated or gassy
But I'm somewhere in that zone
'Cause for the first time in forever
I won't be alone

It wasn't England's idea to go to Sweden's wedding. He was going because his sons wanted to. Canada and America had been dying to meet the other nations ever since their governments gained independence from his. He couldn't just let them go alone; he remembered what Denmark and Prussia could be like. It wouldn't be safe.

England winced as he thought of his family. He hadn't spent time with them in so long. It just hadn't been the same without (name) around. Sure Berwald and Lukas were good to him and Roderich did his best, but it was lonely without (name). Then again, it was lonely in the British Isles too. Scotland, Wales and the Irelands tended to avoid him, even if they had taken him in.

"You okay Iggy? You look a little green." England turned around to see America and Canada standing in the door. They'd both grown up into fine young men. He was so proud of them. Or at least, when America actually bothered to use his brain he was.

"It's nothing boys. I just don't do too well with a lot of people. You know that."

Canada frowned. "You're always alright when the Commonwealth gets together."

"That's different. The Commonwealth... You fellows are my family. And you too America," England added as America pouted. The young nation, despite his fight for independence, had never really been happy to leave the Commonwealth completely. It was what his people wanted, not him.

England straightened his tie. "Well boys, are you ready?" Both young countries nodded and the trio left for the wedding.

I can't wait to meet everyone!
What if I meet... the one?
Tonight imagine me gowned and all
Fetchingly draped against the wall
The picture of sophisticated grace
Ooh! I suddenly see him standing there
A beautiful stranger, tall and fair
I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face
But then we laugh and talk all evening,
Which is totally bizarre
Nothing like the life I've led so far

Ding dong Norway opened the door to admit more guests. This time it was Spain and the Italies. Lukas directed Antonio and Lovino to the den before telling Feliciano where Ludwig was. The whole time there was a small smile on his face. Norway was happy for his brother, and even happier that (name) was going to come out for once. Not that he would say it out loud.

Austria came up behind him and cleared his throat. The head of the household was nervous; Norway could see him quivering. And knowing Austria's history, it wasn't to do with the wedding.

"Don't worry," Norway soothed, "She said she'll come, so she'll come."

"I know." Austria sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's just, I haven't seen her in so long. How will I know what she likes? If she's happy?"

Roderich started playing idly with his tie. The piano player's hands constantly needed to be doing something, especially when he was worried. "Lukas, does anyone even know why Svalbard has been hiding in her room for so long?"

"Not me. Denmark might, but he never said anything."

Sighing again, Austria made his way to the kitchen to work on making desserts. "I hope she meets someone tonight," he mumbled to himself. "It would be good for (name) to come out more often. Maybe a relationship would help her."

For the first time in forever
There'll be magic, there'll be fun
For the first time in forever
I could be noticed by someone
And I know it is totally crazy
To dream I'd find romance
But for the first time in forever
At least I've got a chance

Finland couldn't sit still. He was so excited! True, when he'd first met Sweden the other had seemed intimidating, even scary, but now he knew how much of a teddy bear the taller man was. The huge blond was adorable. And his family was so nice, it gave the little Nordic warm shivers.

"Are you ready Su-san?" Finland asked as he came out of the shower. He received an affirmative grunt and a gorgeous sight. Sweden was standing tall in front of the mirror, dressed in a deep blue tux. The tall nation was just finishing with his tie.

"I can't believe we're finally getting married! I'm so happy your family likes me." Finland quickly got dressed in his white suit, though he had to slow down after he tried to put it on backwards. Sweden Smiled and kissed his forehead, helping the tiny Finn with his jacket.

"You're cute when you're excited."

Finland beamed up at his husband-to-be. "Oh, you're so sweet. Hey, do you think your sister will like the dress I picked out for her? I wasn't sure, since I've never met her. Are you sure she's fine with being one of my bridesmaids? I wouldn't want to upset her."

"The dress is wonderful. She'll love it." Sweden kissed Finland's forehead again. "Don't worry so much Tino."

Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, put on a show
Make one wrong move and everyone will know
But it's only for today
It's only for today
It's agony to wait
It's agony to wait
Tell the guards to open up the gate
The gate

(Name) stared at herself in the mirror. For someone who had never met her, Finland had an excellent idea of her taste and size. The blue bridesmaid's dress fit perfectly. Small patterns of silver worked into the fabric gave it a tasteful sparkle, and the skirt was long and flowing without impeding her movement. There were even matching shoes and gloves.

As the final touch on her preparations, (name) bound her hair up in a tight braid that restrained her magical curl. As long as no one touched her hair she would be fine. Sweden could have his perfect family wedding and no one would get hurt. No one would know about the monster inside.

Taking a deep breath, (name) turned and opened the door. Prussia stood outside in a grey-black suit that reminded her of his days as a knight. The albino bowed and smirked.

"Wow sis, you sure grew up nice. May I accompany you down- aww, screw this!" Prussia swept Svalbard into a hug. "I've missed you so much (name). Don't you ever hide from the awesome me again!"

(Name) pushed her enthusiastic brother away before he could touch her deadly hair. "I missed you too. But this... I can't. After the wedding things have to go back to the way they've been."

"But why?"

"I can't tell you Gilbert. Just trust me, that's the way it has to be."

For the first time in forever
Don't let them in, don't let them see
I'm getting what I'm dreaming of
Be the good girl you always have to be
A chance to change my lonely world
Conceal
A chance to find true love
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know

Denmark was delighted when (name) came downstairs with Prussia. He'd missed her so much. If only he knew why she'd locked her door... The Viking knew it had something to do with him, but it was so long ago, he couldn't remember. Hopefully (name) wasn't mad at him anymore. Even for a nation, 200 years should be plenty of time to cool down.

"Hey Sval!" Denmark called, rushing over to his sister and slinging his arm across her shoulders. (Name) flinched, but he didn't notice. "Glad you could make it."

"Get off of me Matthias." (Name) pushed her brother's arm off and went to go congratulate Sweden and Finland. Denmark stared after her in confusion.

"Shit, don't tell me she's still mad?" the Viking whined. Prussia glared at him.

"So you're the reason (name)'s been hiding in her room so long. What the Hell did you do?"

"I don't know, I swear! All I know is that last time I saw her she was playing with Emil and Luddy. I went in to mess with them, then the next day she wouldn't come out of her room. I don't remember what happened."

I know it all ends tomorrow,
So it has to be today
'Cause for the first time in forever
For the first time in forever
Nothing's in my way!

The wedding went off perfectly. Prussia was serious for once; even Romano grudgingly admitted that the albino had been a good priest. Sweden and Finland were so happy. And when it came time to throw the bouquet, England caught it.

(Name) smiled at her bewildered brother. "Arthur, you're here? Roderich told me you ran away from home."

"Yes, well, I couldn't very well miss my own brother's wedding, however long it's been. Especially not when a couple of my sons wanted to come." He gestured to Canada and America, who were playing with Kugelmugel and Ladonia.

"You... you have sons?"

England blushed. "Yes love. More than just these two in fact. I spent some time as a worldwide empire, but most of them are growing up now. My God, did you really not know? Austria told me you'd been shut up since I left, but I didn't believe him."

"It's true." (Name) bit her lip and looked away. "I- it's what's best. For me and for everyone else."

England was shocked. Even he and Japan had never gone to such an extent of isolation. But before he could say anything, the small blond was interrupted by one of his older brothers.

"Yo Sval, I challenge you to a drinking contest!" Denmark slung one arm around (name)'s shoulders. His Viking brain still thought copious amounts of mead was the way to make everything right.

"I'm not in the mood Denmark." (Name) tried to push her brother off again, but he clung tighter this time.

"Aww, (name) let loose a little! You're worse than Luddy!" Denmark ruffled (name)'s hair, pulling it out of it's tight braid. Her eyes widened with shock.

"No! Matthias, you idiot, what did you just do?" (Name) shoved her brother away and ran out of the house. He had touched her curl; the change was already happening. Black scales sprouted out of her skin and her fingernails grew into claws. (Name) rushed away from the house and out into the wilderness.

Everyone stared after her retreating form. Even Italy's eyes were wide with shock.

"Ve~ What just happened?"

"I have no idea Italien... No idea."