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Yet again, not a real chapter. Sorry. :)

Confessions

"No vay," Prussia says, his German accent thickened by the amount of alcohol he had been drinking. Russia gives him a disgusted look while Germany just shakes his head. "Castor and Pollux definitely knew those two frauen. (women.)"

"B-But they d-didn't look familiar," Latvia argues. He winces when Prussia's hand flies too close to his face.

"Was do you know about frauen?" Prussia asks, slurring. He yelps when Switzerland tips his chair backward, hitting the floor hard. The other nations laugh as they watch him struggle to right himself. "Un-awesome!"

"Why don't you boys ask Castor or Pollux yourself instead of guessing?" England offers from France's lap. Her husband annoyingly refused to her let her sit anywhere else. "Then you'll get your bloody answer."

"Because we have nae seen either of them since they returned from their vacation," Scotland says around a mouthful of smoke.

"Well then go look for one of them," England snaps back. "It's about time you got off your lazy bums!" Scotland opens his mouth to retort when he closes it and mumbles,

"Speak o' the devil."

Several nations turned to see Pollux standing in the doorway. She has a plate of cake in one hand and a fork in the other. The other end of the fork is clutched between her teeth, her cheeks reddening as the nations continue to stare.

"What?" she finally asks around the fork.

"Where did ya get the cake?" Ottoman asks curiously. Pollux looks down at it then shrugs.

"One of the boys at one of my jobs was leaving," she explains. "So I made cake and cookies for them. There were left over." Several nations perk up. "But it's all gone now." They deflate just as quickly. "So . . . what's up?" she asks again.

"These morons are wondering who those two women you were with are," England says before France can stop her.

"Un-awesome!" Prussia hiccups, yelping again when Switzerland kicks him in the side.

"What two girls?" Pollux asks in confusion.

"One was blonde and kinda taller than ya," Trinidad offers from his seat in a corner.

"And the other had brown hair with blue eyes," Mexico says dreamily. "Such an odd combination."

"Oh," Pollux says, drawing out the sound. She sets her fork on the plate. "Those are our older sisters."

"Chto?" Russia asks curiously.

"But they don't look very much like you," Germany comments. Pollux shrugs at that.

"Why does one of your sisters have brown hair but the rest of you are blonde?" Italy asks before Romano smacks her upside the head. Pollux opens her mouth to respond but America speaks this time.

"You know," he says. "I've seen you bring a lot of people through this place, friendly mainly, but never family. Why didn't you ever bring them before?"

"Shut up!" Pollux shouts. She slams her plate down on a nearby table. "Look, Hera and Athena are our older sisters. We just never told them we wrote fanfiction because we thought they would be ashamed of us and think we were immature."

"And did they?" Pollux hesitates before answering Canada's question.

"No."

"What did they say?" Germany asks curiously.

"Athena said she was happy we had something we were passionate about," Pollux says with yet another shrug. "Then they both said they might read a story of ours. We're both kind of hoping they're too busy to do that."

"Pourquoi?" France asks.

"Because they would think we were insane."

"Aren't you already, da-ze?" Korea comments. He pinwheels his arms, hitting China in the head, then flinches when he sees the glint in Pollux's eye.

"But of course."

"So who is who?" France asks. Pollux looks to him for clarification. "Your soeurs (sisters) Hera and Athena."

"Hera has the blonde hair," Pollux says. "She's off at grad school, so I don't think you'll be seeing much of her. Athena has a real job now, so she's pretty busy too. But she has brown hair, which she gets from our mom. The rest of us are blonde like our dad."

The nations are quiet for a moment before Andorra speaks up.

"How was your vacation?" she asks innocently. Pollux looks over her shoulder before speaking in a conspiratory whisper.

"It wasn't that great," she tells the nations. "Don't tell Wisconsin I told you this, but I didn't see any charm on the peninsula. The weather was cold and wet so we couldn't do anything fun and all we did was walk around shops . . . and our mom shouted a lot."

"That's too bad," Andorra says. "Maybe next time you should come to my house." Pollux gives her a look that says 'I don't think so.'

"So," France says, distracting Pollux from his sister. "Pollux, I have noticed there are several new notes taped to your office walls. And you and Castor have been spending more time locked away in your room." He winks at the writer who winks right back.

"We've been talking more about Truth in Chains," Pollux says. "Trying to get back on track with it. We're thinking about writing deleted since during August so we can get back into character. We want this story to be the best."

"When will you be coming back?" Italy asks excitedly. "For good."

"September," Pollux says. "Now I have to go. Athena, Castor, and I are going to see a movie tonight." Turning around, she grabs her plate of cake and leaves the room. "Toodles!"

"I knew it," Prussia says once Pollux is gone. "OUCH!"

A/N: Yeah . . . we told our sisters what we do – and they were perfectly fine with it. Hera recommended this book to Castor called Fangirl. It's about twin sisters writing fanfiction together. We freaked out when we thought Hera knew . . . she had already guessed a bit.

So, yeah, we're thinking about writing deleted scenes for this story so that we can remember what the characters were like, especially Algeria.

Toodles!