Hellooooo my lovelies! It is I, the Author! Well, awhile back while I was doing a story I realized just how shallow into the series we are. As such I feel it is time once again for another multi-chapter about Israel!

So without further interruptions, lets get this party started! It's near the end of the Korean War, lets see what's going down…

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Enjoy!

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1952:

Israel wiped a tear from his eye. He hated this.

He stood at a dock with many of the other western nations standing about, talking, arguing and getting dressed in their professional military uniforms. The two- year old stood aside in his white clothes clutching his teddy bear to him.

Near where he stood, two of his elder brothers, France and England, argued over what clothes to bring on the trip. Israel walked over to them.

"Bloody git! We're going over to get a truce in order and get our men back! This isn't a fashion show!"

"You expect me to wear your tacky war uniforms?! That would be an insult to the French way of…"

"Big Brother France, Big Brother England," said the Israeli tearfully. Both superpowers stopped their argument and looked down at the toddler, "I'll miss you both."

"Oh, mon petite," said France, looking down at the boy with genuine sadness, "we wont be long. The fighting will be over soon and we'll be back before you know it! You know, I have god on my side!" Then he did that weird laugh of his, which made Israel give a small laugh and smile, but that vanished quickly.

"Hug," said Israel bluntly, reaching up. France smiled and kneeled down.

"Of coarse, mon petite, I would be happy to…"

"QUICK HUG ONLY, FRANCE!" yelled England. France rolled his eyes. For some reason Israel didn't understand, Akhi, Big Brother England and Aba got very upset every time France tried to hug, hold or basically touch Izzy in any way. Israel didn't know why and for some reason he didn't want to.

France obeyed, gave Israel a very small, very quick hug (lest England get upset and tell America in which case North Korea would be the least of France's worries)

Israel turned to the Englishman, "I'll miss you too, Big Brother England," he said, crying some more.

"Oh," said England, kneeling down and hugging the boy, "there, there. You're just like your brother, you know that? He always cried when I left too."

At the mention of America, Israel cried harder.

Realizing he had made a mistake mentioning America, England released the boy and attempted to rectify the situation by saying, "hey, I'll tell you what. Once I get back I'll show you that spell you've been asking to see."

"Really?" said Israel, smiling slightly.

"Mm hm."

"The frog one?

"That's the one."

"Toda, big brother," said Israel, hugging him one last time, then leaving the two to get on with their argument.

Not so far away, Canada finished putting on his uniform (complete with a large red maple leaf on the front of the helmet) and turned to his polar bear, Kumajiro, who sat on the floor nearby.

"There! How do I look, Kumjira?" said Canada.

"Who are you?" squeaked the little bear.

"Canada, your owner."

"Big Brother Canada," squeaked Israel. Canada looked down at him and smiled.

"Izzy!" said Kumajiro, walking over and snuggling up to the boy, Israel put down his Teddy and hugged the bear.

"Bye, Kooji, I'll miss you." Kumajiro affectionately licked the boy's cheek. Israel giggled, then released the bear and turned to Canada.

"Bye, Canada," he squeaked sadly.

"Bye, little brother," said Canada, kneeling down and hugging the boy, "I'll miss you a lot, but I know one person who will miss you the most." He stopped hugging the Israeli and held him in front of him by his shoulders, "are you going to say good-bye yet?"

Israel nodded, "ken, I just have one last person to talk to before I do."

They exchanged one last hug, then Izzy walked to find the last person.

For Germany the trip to the docks hadn't been a fun one. Broken alliance or no, Italy was quite upset. Israel walked over as the two awkwardly exchanged their good-byes

"I…guess I'll miss you, Germania," said Italy. Germany gave a curt nod, only his eyes betraying his sadness at being separated from his old friend for…well until they sorted out things with North Korea. And knowing North Korea, that could take awhile.

"I'll call though," said Italy, though he sounded unsure. They both gave each other a quick handshake and then stood there uncomfortably. Luckily Israel was there to break the awkward silence.

"Shalom, Aba," said Izzy, walking over and glancing up at Germany. Both axis countries looked down at the toddler. Germany flinched at seeing Israel crying, he hated it when Israel cried. Normally he would get annoyed and tell the boy not to call him Aba. But not today, not while he was already upset and with good reason.

"Guten Tag, Israel," said Germany, but he immediately regretted saying that. Of course it wasn't a good day for him! It wasn't a good day for Germany either. Or Italy.

"Toda," said Israel. The boy then turned to Italy, "shalom, Italy, I'll miss you."

"Ciao, Izzy," said Italy, picking Israel up and hugging him, "I'll call and write you too while I'm away."

"But Ita," Izzy sniffed "I only know how to read sixteen words in English and Hebrew."

"Your Papa can read it to you!" suggested Italy with a smile, which only made Israel feel worse because it wasn't the smile the Italian always had on, it was a very forced smile. "Ve~ be good for your Papa, okay? Or Godfather Italy is gonna be very sad."

"Ken, Italy," said Izzy, Italy set the boy back down.

"Israel," said Germany, "did you say goodbye to everyone else yet?"

"Ken, Aba."

"To Akhi?"

"Lo, Aba."

"Then lets go and do that," said the German. He then looked at Italy and said, "don't worry, Italia, your only on medical staff, you'll be perfectly safe."

"I guess you're right," said Italy, though he still looked uncertain.

"Veneziano!" came a very loud, very harsh and very mean-sounding voice. Italy's brother, South Italy, Romano, marched over and grabbed his brother's arm.

"Come on you stupid b******," he used one of those words Akhi had told Israel not to repeat, "lets board the boat, I'm eager to finally get away from that Spanish b*****" another one of those words, he seemed to use the same one for everybody, Israel thought.

He looked at Germany and his expression turned to pure venom. "And I definitely can't wait to get away from you, Potato b******, you and that brat of yours."

Germany's turn to get mad. Normally he just ignored Romano's comments and threats, but there were certain things you never did or said around Germany and one of them was bully Israel.

"Watch your mouth around das kind!" he barked at the former nation, who stepped back with surprise, "and do not call Israel a brat or I might just tell his big brother and he might just decide that medical duty is too safe for you!"

Romano's eyes widened in fear. He talked big, but he was just as big a coward as his brother. Normally he would say Germany was bluffing, but when it came to Israel, Germany was dead serious.

"Come on, Feli," said Romano, dragging Italy to the boats. Italy turned and waved to Germany and Israel.

"Ve~ bye Izzy, bye Germany! Ciao! Ciao!"

"Auf Windersehn, Italia," said Germany waving sadly.

"Shalom," squeaked Izzy, waving with one arm and clutching unto his teddy with the other.

Once the two Italys vanished from sight, Germany sighed and looked down at Izzy.

"Lets get this over with," he said. Israel nodded, but started to cry once more.

America stood by the docks of the ship he was about to board, talking with Australia.

"…the commies have been losing men like there's a plague in town, China or no, we'll win this!" said Australia.

America laughed a bit, "especially with me in charge, after all…"

"America," said Germany before America could say his catch phrase. Germany nudged his head down to his side to indicate Israel and said, "Somebody has something to say."

America's expression went from happy and confident to sad and brokenhearted the second he saw Israel crying. Australia looked at America, then Israel and uncomfortably muttered "better board, see 'ya, mate."

Israel held up his teddy bear to his father. "Hold Teddy, please?" he squeaked. Germany looked embarrassed, but obeyed. Izzy ran over to America with surprising speed. The boy America's leg and cried some more. America got down on one knee and hugged the boy back.

"Hey, little buddy, I'll really miss you," said America, smiling sadly down at his brother.

"I'm gonna miss you more," said Izzy. He looked up, making puppy-eyes at his brother (his most effective strategy of getting what he wanted.) "Why can't I come with you, Akhi? I don't wanna be here without you!"

America smiled a bit. Izzy released his brother's leg and clasped his hands as if in prayer, "please, please take me with you Akhi!"

America ruffled Israel's hair. God, he was gonna miss this kid. Israel was the only country that treated him like the hero he was. It was cute and sweet that he wanted to come with him, but no way was America going to take the chance that Izzy might get hurt! He was only a newborn after all!

"Kiddo, if this was a social visit I'd take you but I don't wanna take the chance that Russia or that…uh…jerk North Korea getting their hands on you."

"But I've been in battle before!" said Israel, "you said yourself that I'm super strong like you!" He flexed his little arms, America laughed.

"Yes you are! But you've got your own problems right now. Besides, that was when you were a baby, Izzy…"

"So that means I must be even stronger now!"

"Decent point! But this is a grown-up job, Izzy."

"But Akhi…"

"Ah ah! A hero…"

"…never interrupts his superior hero," finished Israel in a bored monotone that sounded quite comical in his high pitched little voice. America laughed a bit and patted the boy's head.

"Atta boy," he said, sadness returning, "I'll be home soon and then we can go back to hero training and games!" Israel smiled slightly at that.

"I guess so. Just promise not to get hurt, beseder?" said the Israeli, hugging his brother once more.

"What? A HERO can't be defeated! I'll be fine!" said America, switching back to his confident, happy tone. Israel smiled for real at hearing that. For some reason everybody else thought Akhi's voice was annoying, but Izzy really liked it. It was happy-sounding, an assurance that he was the hero and everything was going to be okay.

"Ah, there's what I like to see! Depressed Izzy is a lot less cute then laughing Izzy, y'know," said America, beaming.

"Ken!"

"Promise to be a good boy?"

"Promise!"

"I'm sure your Dad will take good care of you." America looked over at Germany and said, "You will take care of him, right?"

"Ja, of course," said Germany stiffly, as if he were in a battlefield and had just been given an order by a superior.

Now most countries were they aware that Germany was watching Israel would freak out and question America's mental health. While the phrase 'wolf guarding the sheep' did come to mind, the fact was that anybody else who usually watched Israel while America was away was leaving. The most reliable ally left whom America trusted enough to leave his beloved baby brother with was Germany. Besides, America thought, some time together would be good for them, it would help Germany calm down around Israel and help Israel warm up to Germany a little more.

Small steps, though, he didn't want to rush it. At least Germany had accepted though it had taken a threat or two from America ("well, if you wont watch him, I'm sure Russia would be more then willing to…" "YOU'D LEAVE HIM WITH THAT MANIAC?! ABSOLUTLY NOT! I WILL NOT HAVE MY S…ISRAEL NEAR HIM FOR EVEN A SECOND!" "okay, then I guess you'd better watch him.")

"America," said England, coming up behind him and grabbing his shoulder sympathetically, "it's time to go."

America's eyes became cheerless yet again; he turned to Izzy and said, "Guess this is it."

"S-shalom, Akhi," sobbed Izzy. They hugged one last time, then America released the boy.

"I'll be back real soon!" he promised. He turned to Germany and said, "Make sure to keep him safe!"

"Ja."

"Three meals a day!"

"Näturlich."

"Don't let him out of your sight for even a second! He's really curious and might wander off!" England had a feeling this might take all day, so he grabbed America's arm and started to drag him unto the boat.

"And make sure you check under his bed before you put him to sleep at night, he's afraid of monsters! And snakes! He's afraid of those too! And storms, make sure you comfort him if it's raining! Make sure he goes to bed at 7:00 sharp! And don't give him too much sugar or he'll bounce off the walls, he really will! But do give him chocolate and ice cream! He loves ice cream! And also read to him every day! And also…"

"America, he'll be fine!"

"Okay! Izzy, be good!"

"Ken, Akhi!"

"Bye, little buddy!"

"Shalom!"

"Bye bro! Love you!"

"Love you too!"

England dragged America unto the boat. Izzy waved as the doors closed and the boat set off with Akhi in it.

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WAAAH! America, no! They're separated! WAAAH!

Oh, well, he'll come back soon and now Izzy's going to be staying at Germany's house! Explanation time!

Korean war: so as most of you probably know during the fifties a war broke out between North Korea (whom we'll get to later) and South Korea (who you all know) during the course of the war not only America but most of the Western Allies got involved in one way or another, be it with the fighting itself or as in the case of Italy, medical assistance.

Germany, being war frightened after the second world war and not quite trusted yet by the western or worldwide community a mere seven years after the war's end didn't participate and while the Israelis did initially want to join in to support South Korea they ended up not doing so.

In 1952 things started to slow slightly and a truce was almost made. Thus America has gone to Korea with the others to try to negotiate and return captured POWs, thus Israel will be staying with his father for this multi-chapter.

You know what that means!

Audience: BONDING TIME!

That's right it is indeed bonding time, because dammit Germany's too tsundre for his own good, lets watch them go at it folks!

Oh, and by the way, sorry about the late update folks, I was on vacation in the Grand Canyon! Unfortunately I'm afraid of heights so yeah, not the best vacation ever, also a squirrel tried to eat my food!

And on a semi-unrelated note:

I need a Markaite Chikyuu! Hey, any potential songwriters out there! If you like this series and my little Israel I need a favor, I need somebody to write a Marukaite Chikyuu for Israel! I'm not the best songwriter on the planet so I'm opening it up to my readers, if somebody out there can write a good one for Israel please send it in to me, PM it to me! If its awesometacular then I may even create a video with it!

In the meantime, we have this multi-chapter! On to chapter dos, I'll be back!