AN: I actually had no intention of making this angsty, but then when I kept trying to think of a reason for the nations to keep what they are secret and to hide out I couldn't. so I decided to go with a tragedy. Now mostly this story will be a very light thing, but like the beginning there will be some serious moments which is way it his a strange mixture of humor/angst. It seems I am incapable for the most part of writing something truly cracky without some plotty or angsty happening and taking over. Same thing happened with Arthur Kirkland and the Job, which was suppposed to be something funny, but now it is all angsty al thanks to Gilbert. Also their are going to be a lot of questions, but they will answered. Later. This is purely fanservice to myself, much like AKatJ, because I kept picturing what would happen if Germany and Italy some how managed to have a baby. If mpreg bothers you, it all happens off screen and if you don't think of the exacts of how the kids get there you'll be fine. That's how my sister does it.

Also the title it from "Illumination" by Europa.

PROLOGUE

Germany had a sick twisting feeling in his gut as he looked over the gathered nations. Most were dived into small groups or pairs, supporting each other and protecting. A trembling Italy was curled into Germany's side, eyes wide opened for once and glued to the openly crying nation not far from them. Nobody spoke either too horrified by the events that had occurred or too shocked by the fact that one of them, a super power even was being so open and vulnerable sobbing their heart out in the silence. Germany shifted, wrapping an arm around Italy instinctively protective. Seeing America in this state felt wrong, like he was seeing something private and horrible. But the nation didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon or look like he was in any shape to move or be moved.

"We have to do something." A voice said, shaky, but firm. "We can't let this happen again."

Germany flinched at his word choice. Let was perhaps not the best to use, considering how high the emotions were running right now, even if it was meant innocently. It might have been alright if it had been anyone else, but Germany and all the nations knew who was hidden in Switzerland. As if to prove Germany right, Russia's head snapped up death bared and eyes almost black they were so dark.

"We did not let anything happen. It happened to us." The Russian growled, seeming to grow larger in his rage. He made America look like a doll in his arms, breakable and small. Without looking up at his lover America placed a hand on Russia's shoulder and he calmed slightly turning away from Switzerland, who was looking pale, eyes changing from flinty to soft and pained as he tucked America's head under his chin and ran a hand down the younger countries shaking back.

"He didn't mean it like that." Belgium said, voice soft as she placed a hand on Switzerland, her fingers encircling his wrist. It was a protective gesture as much as it conveyed her feelings towards him. Feelings that were proven, by the slight swelling under her shirt that all the nations assembled were now intimately familiar with from their own relationships.

"Vash means we have to protect the children."

Nobody said anything, but Germany could feel the attention shift in the room, from the crying American to the pregnant Belgian. Germany looked at Belgium wondering what she had planned, her expression was serious and determined, but he recognized the fear and exhaustion that had been plaguing them all recently.

"What do you propose?" Austria asked sounding cold and uncaring, but the shake in his voice and the way he was clinging to Hungary like she was a lifeline said something very different.

Even America seemed to quiet at this, all of them waiting for her answer.

Belgium looked at Switzerland who nodded and helped her to her feet. Straightening she spoke clearly and softly.

"We have to go into hiding. Vash and I have discussed it with the bosses. If we live as humans separately and quietly we can raise the children safely as our human selves. We won't tell anyone even the children who we are. It's also best if the expecting nations or the ones who've born children dressed as women. We can't just explain away a pregnant man. We'll still keep in contact with our bosses, but the more secluded we are from each other and our governments the safer the children will be. China has agreed be our go-between for questions and any messages we need to deliver to each other."

The affect was immediate. Protests and shocks, horror and chagrin. Germany himself was torn. Hiding, away from everything and everyone. Germany's eyes darted to where his brother sat with the small blond nation he'd fallen in love with. He'd only just gotten his family back. The chaos only ended when one quiet voice spoke up.

"How long?"

Silence was immediate as they all looked towards America, who was still crying, still wrapped up in Russia, but who was facing them eyes steady and hard.

"Until they come into their heritage. China said it starts around puberty. They'll be stronger than and safer from dangers. Our children aren't very far apart age wise, it'll only be thirteen years or there about." Belgium hesitated for a moment, but continued. "Vash and I thought it would be easier for them to adjust if they came together before hand. Maybe send them to a school together?"

America nodded, seeming to accept this, but Germany watched as the nation's grief lined face went dark and hard.

"And what about my son's murderers?"

Germany couldn't help but shiver and the hatred and death he saw in America's expression. At the same time her understood perfectly. If anything had happened to his children or Italy…Death wouldn't be enough for them to escape his wrath.

Belgium didn't even blink. "Vash has located them. They're being extradited to your government as we speak."

The darkness passed at that leaving only grief on America's face. Germany suspected that those men would not survive long once they were in America, if Russia's expression meant anything. Slowly the other nations began to speak debating, more quietly now in respect to America, who was once again silent rather or not they should go with the plan. It didn't take long to decide. Not with America and Russia there to remind them what exactly was at stake if they didn't go along with it.

Nobody wanted to end the meeting. They all knew it meant good-bye.

Germany swallowed hard looking at Prussia, who was looking back red eyes serious, seeming to be trying to memorize his face. Seeing his brother's stricken expression Prussia gave him a brave smile. The same one he'd given before going off with Russia all those years ago. Germany's throat tightened, but he stood, shaky as he was to announce the meeting was ended tears in his eyes. Next to him Italy started crying as Romano broke away from Spain and threw his arms around his brother.

These were going to be a long thirteen years.