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The sun reflects off of glass from a picture frame, glaring at it so as to make half of it unnoticeable. The owner of said picture frame grabs it and settles it onto a desk near a shadowy corner. It will not be forgotten. It’ll be hard to forget where the picture came from. Its owner smiles warmly at it as the memories flit through his mind but he has no time to reminisce quite yet. He hums, lightly tapping the wooden frame before turning to leave his new room.

      “(F/n)? Could you help me with this one? It’s quite heavy.”

       “Coming!” He goes over to his mother and takes the box from her. “You don’t need to stress yourself with these. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

        “Oh hush up, you. I can still be spry in my age.” She swats at his shoulder causing him to laugh. “It’s just that you have so much stuff. Lord knows where it all came from.”

        “It’s accumulated over the years,” he tells her as he sets the box in the living room. He stands up straight and sighs, thinking how a third of his possessions were not entirely from this world. He smiles a little at how every year on his birthday a box of different kinds of things would be on his door step with no sender address. He didn’t need to know where it came from.

        “Yes, especially with your admirers getting you things for your birthday. Honestly, (f/n), where did you get so many admirers from?” Her hands are on her hip with a quizzical look. “You keep mentioning pen pals. Will I ever get to meet them?”

        “Probably not.” He turns on his heel and heads towards to door to go down the stairs of the apartment building. His mother follows him down. “I mean, most of them like to keep to themselves or just don’t want to bother. It’s fine, though. They stopped sending things to me for a few years now so they must have gotten on and lost time to do special things.” He still doesn’t remember mentioning his birthday to the nations but they figured it out. Probably from his mother in their world.

        “It all started that day several years ago when you startled yourself badly after a nap. I remember. You scared me, thinking something fell in the house that was perishable or you hurt yourself doing something stupid.” She smirks at her son.

        Snorting, he rolls his eyes. “Gee, thanks Mom. I feel the concern.” He goes out of the building and towards his car he got three years ago. A nice Toyota from the SUV or whatever family line of cars. He likes it. Big enough for him and whatever else. “You could say that day was when I met them all through the computer.” Literally, he thinks as he smiles, grabbing a lighter box for his mother to carry before taking a tote himself.

        “I’m glad you have online friends you can trust. Shame they stopped talking to you,” she mutters quietly.

        After the incident of him being pulled through the laptop and getting back, somehow Arthur found a way to connect through worlds. Specifically his laptop. It still held a connection to the other world but after five or six years, the magic disappeared and he hadn’t heard from any of them since. He was bummed but moved on. It was also easier to move on from loving Belarus when he chatted with her all those years. They still love each other but she has found herself loving another silly idiot that can stand her threats and violence no matter what. Who knew Lithuania could have a backbone in his body? The sweet man rarely is ever seen without a small smile on his face or worrying over Poland. Still, (f/n) kind of finds the two an interesting couple. Near perfect, almost. He’s just happy for her and thinks it’s probably best he has no contact with them anymore.

        “I’ll admit, I miss them, but they have their lives and I have mine.” He shrugs as he reaches his floor and goes inside his apartment. “They were some of the best friends I had, though. Cared an awful lot about me even though they barely knew me. Unlike some ass-holes I used to know.” He grumbles bitterly at the thought of his friends that literally stopped talking to him after the whole ordeal. No fucking reason either. Three of them still kept in contact but he still kept a grudge at the others. “Sometimes I wonder how I made friends with people like that.”

        His mother ignores his curse words and hums as she sets the box in her arms down. “Well, those other three are still there for you. They’re still planning to throw a party for you, right?”

        (F/n) chuckles, turning lighthearted again at remembering the future plans. “Yeah. They want to congratulate me on getting my own place and sticking it out in a job for more than a year and a half. Bunch of loving jerks, they are.” He kids as he sighs and leans on his couch’s arm. “I don’t wanna go back down for the rest,” he whines childishly.

        “Oh, there’s only two more things. Buck up, you baby.” She lightly shoves him, causing him to fall over onto the couch cushions. She chuckles with a roll of her eyes. “Son, better to do it now so you can unpack later.”

        “Yeah, yeah.” He waves her off but gets up again and goes out to quickly transport his remaining things from the cars to his room. When done, he flops on the couch again and releases and exhausted sigh. “So tired,” he mutters with a yawn forcing it’s way out. “Imma unpack tomorrow.” He has three days left of doing whatever. His boss was a lot more lenient and considerate than in his previous jobs. Such a nice guy.

        (F/n)’s mother sits next to him and rests for a moment. They sit in silence, examining the messy, box filled living room of the apartment. She inhales and exhales in thought. “Well, I best be going home now.” She pats his knee before getting back up. Smiling down at him, she ruffles his hair up just to mess with him. “I’m proud of you, (f/n). I hope you enjoy your solitude.”

        “I will for as long as it lasts.” He chuckles and stands up, ushering her to the door and hugging her before she leaves. “Thanks Mom. You were a great help.”

        “Anything for you, dear.” She waves as she starts going towards the stairs. “Remember to try and get out! You need a girlfriend!”

        Rolling his eyes, he waves back. “Not my top priority but I’ll go with the flow. Let the world keep going as I play with the hand it deals me.” He winks as she laughs and watches her descend. Closing his door, he hums. “Like I’ll ever find a spit fiery woman like Natalia again. Who knows, though.” He shrugs and goes over to the short hallway, ignoring the living room and opting for his bedroom. He deserves some rest after a long weekend of packing up his things and moving over to his new home.

        “I need to change my address,” he mumbles. “Make sure it’s on the back of my license. Do all that adult shit I should do. Plus unpacking.” He groans. “I can do that tomorrow afternoon. Wanna walk around the city first.” He makes plans for the next day and soon drifts off to sleep.

        The next morning he gets up with little trouble, showers, and heads out with his necessities. He doesn’t bother taking his car in the lot and opts for walking around the city. His first stop is the post office to change his address then the DMV to let them know about the change as well. He keeps going down his list, checking things off quickly right up until one o’clock. That’s when he feels it’s necessary to eat and then go home to unpack.

        (F/n) enters a small establishment for some grub. He sits and eats inside, scrolling through sites on his phone. He tunes the world out for a good couple of minutes until he hears a familiar voice. His ears twitch as he looks up. His eyes wander, scanning for the source. He soon sees a woman with long, sleek, shiny, near silver hair leave the shop. His heart stops for a moment.

        Before he registers himself moving, his legs are already up and making him move. He chases the woman, heart now deciding to work again but beating fast with hope. He makes sure not to lose her but the city crowd can get crazy around lunch time. It’s almost impossible to keep sight of her but he’s able to do so. He rushes after her, getting closer until he grasps her wrists and cause her to stop and turn around.

        “Excuse me,” he starts, stopping immediately as he finds himself staring into familiar eyes. “Nat?”

        The woman raises a delicate eyebrow, face neutral as she stares back at him. “Who?”

        Her voice even sounds the same. He flushes. “Uhm, are you-?” He’s unable to ask her as another woman comes to her side.

        “Lyana, what’s keeping you?” She glances between the two of them, a small smile on her face before she gets protective. “Who are you?” She asks warily.

        At the unfamiliar name, (f/n) knows he has the wrong woman. “Oh, uh, sorry,” he says as he lets Lyana’s wrist go. “You, uhm,” he locks eyes with her, heart hammering and hurting since she looks exactly like Belarus, “remind me of someone I used to know years ago.”

       She hums, looking him up and down with her head not moving. “I am not this ‘Nat’ you asked for.” She crosses her arms, turning slightly and glancing at him side-ways. Just like Natalia would. “Best if you don’t mistake me for her again.”

        “Of course.” He laughs dryly, nodding, feeling awkward as the other woman studies him. A small grin appears on his face. “Sorry. Just didn’t think I’d ever see my stubborn ass friend again. I won’t mistake you for her again.”

        A snort comes from her as she grins in return, finding him ever so interesting for some unknown reason. “Stubborn?”

        “As a mule, that one. She had the scariest glares and easy buttons to press for her to flare up angrily. Her threats were also deadly but she never harmed me. I knew she cared for me.” He smiles more at the memories.

        “Sounds like a woman I would not mind befriending.” Her eyes examine him again. “If she could stand being around you, I give her kudos.”

        “What’s that supposed to mean?” He pouts as she snorts again. “You just met me-!”

        “And I can easily tell that you are an annoying person who knows not when to stay away from buttons to press.” She stares accusingly at him, ignoring her friend that’s amused by their interactions.

       “Well, I can tell you’re a snobby woman.” His insult does little but he grins wide with mischievousness, ready to chance a quip. “A woman who likes to be scary or neutral yet have such an adorable side hidden under the mask.”

        She blinks in slight surprise before scowling at him. “You do not know me.”

        “Care to dance, m’lady?” He suddenly asks.

        “Wha-?” Her eyes widen as her arms come uncrossed. Glaring, she huffs and turns her head to hide her warming cheeks. “As if you know how to dance.”

        “I might just surprise you,” he says with his growing grin. “Would you like to go to a club later today? Or even this weekend?”

        Lyana opens her mouth to refuse but her friend, who seems to be slightly more eager and happier now, answers for her. “Absolutely!” The woman gushes. “She would love to.”

        “Madeline!” She turns on her friend.

        “Meet us at the Black Moon Friday night at 8! Don’t be afraid to bring some friends, yeah?” She grabs Lyana’s arm and starts dragging her off. “Nice meeting you!”

        “(F/n)! My name’s (f/n)!” He shouts after them.

        “We’ll be sure to see you then, (f/n)!” She squeals and hugs Lyana’s arm, who seems disgusted but isn’t pushing her off.

        (F/n) watches them go, standing in the crowd as he smiles. A hum and he turns, happier than a pig in pie, as the saying is. To think he would meet a version of Natalia in this world. She might not be entirely like the Belarusian woman back in Hetalia but her personality seems similar. If he gets to see her around more often in this city, he’d be happy.

        He won’t always be comparing her to Natalia, as Lyana is another person entirely, but in a way, he’s glad to have another stubborn woman in his life. If there’s love, there’s love. If not, he’s happy to have her as a friend. Either way, moving to this city is starting to look like a great beginning for another chapter in his own book.