Track 1: "Collapse (Post-Amerika)"

Katyusha looked around her homeland. She gazed at the fields that were normally filled with the beautiful sunflowers that Ivan adored. A few yards off, a river cut through the field, and she could remember splashing in the water with her brother and sister on warm summer days. Her hands ran over the dead sunflower stalks that numbered only a fraction of what was normally grown, and she hopped over the bone-dry riverbed, and she wondered.

She wondered what had gone wrong.

The thermometer read 23 degrees Celsius, and it had stayed around there for the past few weeks. It certainly wasn't broken, because it still moved about; but nonetheless, Arthur was worried about how high the temperature was this late into September. Normally the day would get no hotter than 18, but for some unknown reason the warm and wet British summer was lasting far too long. He recalled the previous winter, which had been even colder than normal, and pondered about the workings of the atmosphere.

Was the weather messed up anywhere else in the world, or was it just in Arthur's home?

Tino didn't know much about the young Egyptian sitting before him, other than the fact that they were total opposites. His house was surrounded by ocean and ice-covered hills, whereas Gupta's was almost pure desert, save for the Nile River. Their personalities were different, too; the Finn was outgoing and bubbly, the Egyptian quiet and reserved. Tino really didn't know why they were brought together here.

However, they had one thing in common. Their homes were in severe danger from something they had long ago lost the will to fight: Mother Nature herself.

Elizaveta was terrified. She knew this wasn't a test; she could feel the effects climate change had on her country. It was as if her heart stopped the second she saw the environmental reports from across the globe. The entire world was going into cardiac arrest, and it was the people's fault. She supposed that Roderich would be too proud to admit that he had helped cause this, instead heaping the blame on Alfred (his usual target, Gilbert, being unavailable due to having no people).

The source of the problem doesn't matter, she wanted to scream at her ex-husband. What matters is that we are all going to crash into the ground, and you won't have done a thing about it.

For the summer 2008 Olympics in Beijing, Yao's boss had imposed certain restrictions on anything that gave off emissions. Nearly everyone in China had been pleased to hear that the air would become at least marginally cleaner.

That is, of course, until after the Games, when everything went back to normal. It was so bad that Yao no longer breathed the air, but choked on it.

If going outside for five minutes was a hazard to the elderly, what would it do to a 4,000-year-old nation?

The number of malaria cases is climbing higher every day…

Even though Yong Soo was far from the top of the list of countries with the highest malaria rates, it was still a problem in his house. The mosquitoes came in and infected anyone—men, women, children, the elderly; anyone who was outside on a hot day. The swamps where they bred were unapproachable. To go near them was to condemn yourself to being bitten and catching the disease.

It was becoming a legitimate problem for his people, and Yong Soo didn't know what he could do.

Where had his grassy plains gone? Where were the wild buffalo that used to roam around his small home on the prairie? Alfred considered these questions and more carefully in his head.

Truth be told, he knew exactly what had happened.

Industrialization had torn down and paved his old house, and all the buffalo had been killed in slaughterhouses to provide food for his people. It was all done with the good intention of providing the best for the American people, but they still couldn't make enough homes for the entire population, and there wasn't enough food to go around.

What more will it take for this to end?

Ivan, for one, was at least mildly approving of the rising temperatures in his home. Sure, his winters became colder, but at least the warm parts of the year were even warmer, which let sunflowers grow taller!

Deep down, however, he knew that the changing climates and weather was an extremely bad thing. It could kill everything and everyone at his house if it got bad enough, and it would harm people all around the world as well.

It would be as if one giant heart attack hit the Earth and everything stopped, he mused.

This was their one chance to redeem themselves, to heal the damage they'd been doing to the world over the past several decades. It didn't matter if the rules were bent or even broken; this had to be fixed. Whether or not national relationships were preserved was not the top priority at this point. All that mattered was that this problem needed to be fixed as quickly as possible.

One can be either in full support of what we're attempting to do, Kiku decided, or one can be against it. There are no compromises, no in-betweens. It's either one way or the other.

This was it. If there were enough nations who approved of Ludwig's plan, then the line would be drawn today. The world could be saved today. Everything could go right today.

If there weren't enough nations who supported the new proposal…well, Kiku didn't want to think of that.

Ancient Rome observed his sleeping grandsons, an uneasy feeling settling over him. He could see that something was going wrong for them, by the fact that Lovino's nearly permanent scowl was much deeper than usual and that Feliciano was unnaturally quiet and still in his slumber. It was unnerving, seeing his once-small grandsons so grown-up and under so much pressure. He had seen newspapers on the way to the brothers' home, and knew about the crisis striking the entire globe. He had pieced together information, snippets heard every now and then.

He felt guilty. Not because his family was under so much stress and he couldn't help them, but because he was happy he had passed on the torch, that he didn't have to deal with this.

Vash heard the accusation in Lili's voice, behind her sweet words and kind suggestions. He knew what she said was true. He knew he should take action. He knew it was wrong to stay out of the debates when his voice very well may be the deciding vote on something crucial, like windmill production or implication, or maybe solar panels. He knew that this was happening, no matter what the other nations thought.

He also knew that his neutrality prevented him from taking a side in any debate that was inevitably going to break out whenever they discussed clean energy sources at world meetings. The others were under the impression that he didn't care, but he cared very much about the world around him.

He just wanted to stay out of arguments that could get serious, just to protect himself and Lili. Was that too much to ask?

No one thought him to be very bright. Not Ludwig, not Kiku, not his own brother. Everyone assumed that happy-go-lucky Feliciano would be oblivious to the current crisis.

Well, they were wrong.

He knew that global warming was a horrible thing to be happening. He felt the effects himself. He could feel the world on the edge, almost about to stop working and come crashing down.

All the nations will fall from grace, and there will be no one left to catch us when we hit rock bottom.

What have we done?

A/N: I separated the pieces by song lines (ex: the first section = "when our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow," etc.) so if you're listening to the song while reading this then you'd better read fast.
I had the urge to do that sort of semi-meme where you take one album and write a fic for each song. I wanted this one to include the whole world, since the song's about global warming. I promise that the others won't be as schizo!

(And don't ask me why I have Ancient Rome in here--he was all I could think of when I heard the phrase "pass the torch again" in that section of lines .)

I think the only 2 fan names are Katyusha and Lili, who are Ukraine and Liechtenstein respectively. The probably little-known names/characters are Tino (Finland), Gupta (Egypt), and Yong Soo (South Korea). That should cover any name issues.

Read and review, please! :D