Ahahahahahaha, Sterling hast finally broken free from the evilness that is EDUCATION (Read: I graduated). And, in celebration of this amazing feat Sterling has decided to give y'all a wonderful new story AND Sterling has picked up all of her other stories that she had to stop writing so she could spend 18-25 hours a day, six/seven days a week working on school/ school work with no breaks, not even on holidays :'D it was wonderful *Heavy sarcasm*. But now t'is all over and I'm really happy, but at the same time I have no idea what to do with all of this free time I suddenly have :'D So I'll be working on Our Lost World, Are You Worthy, Fires of Lindisfarne, and this little beauty. That should keep me busy with all of the scholarships I need to apply to ^_^ AND, AND! I might try writing a French story here eventually... I just got to get the guts to do it... It'll probably be really short and simple though, (Like 100 word challenge or something) but eh, at least I'll be practicing French 8D So that's just the little update on me that I feel you guys deserve... now, why don't we have the lovely Rome give us the disclaimer so I don't get sued! 8D

Rome: *Holding a sign that says "Please save me from this crazy lady"* Sterling *Makes flailing gestures at Sterling* doesn't own Hetalia

*Narrows eyes at Rome* ...I think someone's trying to escape...

Rome: *Nervously* No... *Runs*

HEY! Get back- oh, never mind... On with the story! *Runs after Rome* And while your at it visit the poll on my profile page to vote for which families you want to see more of in this story!

Warm orange light filtered through the red and orange drapes of a large, circular hall, empty apart from a few lingering servants. Columns and architectural signatures marked the building as being from the high classical period, specifically from Rome. Inside there was a grand marble table with embroidered red and gold cloth, platters of food and goblets and chalices were accompanied by crystal jugs full of sweet spiced wine. Family crests were around the hall, a raven, a bear, a wolf, a lion, and a two-headed eagle, amongst many others. Gradually the room began to fill up with occupants. Bowls filled with oil sat at the places of China, Mongolia, and Turkey so they would be able to communicate with the other ancients. It was almost like the ancient version of a teleconference.

At the head of the table sat Rome, dressed in his ceremonial military armor, serving as host for the bi-annual gathering of the ancient nations, both living and deceased. Then sat Hellas and Kemet, Carthage, who was glaring at Rome (He still needed ice for his burns, the metaphorical ones that is), Iberia, who was also glaring at Rome, Aestii, and Germania… who was glaring at Rome. To put it simply I, the amazing authoress, shall just say that many of the ancients were glaring at Rome for one reason or another. But digressing back to the story…

After Germania was his younger brother Scandia, a human woman named Saga, Magyar and his twin Taisto, Kiev, and many others. The list really goes on for a near-lifetime and I do get tired believe it or not.

But the ancients were meeting for a very sobering matter. Their children. They were fighting each other, their family, friends, pets (Taisto prefers not to talk about his son's escapade in which his dog locked him out of his own house) and the ancients were tired of it. So, with Rome unnecessarily clearing his throat to get his fellow ancients' attentions he began. "So, our- and by 'our' I mean 'your' - kids have managed to screw things up again, what should we do?"

All hell then proceeded to break loose.

It seemed like almost everyone in the hall was arguing. Britannia snapped that Rome's grandchildren hardly got along with each other. That is, when they weren't being overly flirtatious with some of the female humans or nations they had to deal with on a daily basis. Taisto made an insinuation about Scandia nearly terrorizing Sweden with his berserker rage. In reply the other blond responded that Taisto had no right to comment on his parenting skills. That was enough to get Taisto into trouble with his mistress, Kiev, who glared at him maliciously. It made the blond male flinch as he tried to ignore her gaze. Scandia saw the reaction and smirked, feeling proud of himself. Saga on the other hand was unimpressed. It appeared that Scandia didn't care.

But it only got worse(r) from there.

"Shut up Britannia, my grandkids are perfect. It's Germania's brats that could use a good beating!"

"Don't you dare talk about my children like that!" Germania retorted, his green eyes narrowed at his former friend.

"I can talk about your children however I want! It's my house!"

"Since when did that amount to common courtesy?" Asked Aestii. "Don't forget you're insulting my children as well!"

"W-Well I-"

"And you're insulting my sister and I as well. Do I need to talk to Pict?" Britannia asked, narrowing her dark eyes threateningly.

"No! Oh, by the gods no! I take it back! Just don't get him involved!" Rome wailed, his eyes wide. It was actually a very amusing scene to see someone about six foot four in height being intimidated by a person who was around a foot shorter than they were. But, Britannia didn't mess around. Even the authoress knows that much. And (sadly) with that, order was restored to the meeting. Hellas took over, her abilities in politics helping to smoothly guide the meeting away from its chaotic start.

"If we fight like this are we any better than our children?" Hellas asked, her voice carrying throughout the hall. She was met by silence. "Many of us gave up our lives so our children could live. What they are doing now is being a disappointment to us. We lived a life of fighting and died to make the world better for them."

"But they've only become like us." Murmured Iberia, her gaze distant as she thought of her two boys and their history. There were sounds of reluctant agreement as the other ancients nodded. But they wanted answers.

"So, my dear Hellas, what do you think we should do?" Came Turkey's voice, from one of the bowls. Byzantium sent the bowl a disgusted look with how Turkey addressed his mother.

"Wait, you and Hellas have a thing?" Rome asked, looking horrified.

"Yes, every Tuesday and Thursday." Hellas responded sarcastically.

"Really?"

"Rome, would I really have a relationship with the same man who killed my son?"

"…No..?"

Hellas sighed, obviously annoyed with Rome at the moment. But she decided that seeing as she was the metaphorical 'Germany' of the situation then she should get back to the meeting. "All ancients who have living children, or grandchildren will be intervening in their lives. I have already made arrangements with the living ancients to build homes for everyone to stay in with their children so it will be easier for parenting. Any questions?"

"Yes, what about the slaves?" Rome asked eyeing Scandia. The blond man in question seethed in pure rage.

"I am not a slave anymore!" Scandia growled, standing up as if he were about to lunge at Rome.

"Really? Because last I checked you ran away. So you didn't legally gain your freedom." Rome stated in a matter-of-fact tone leaning back in his chair smugly. But that look was wiped off his face when Persia took a tomato and threw it square in Rome's face. "What was that for!?" The man roared doing his best to wipe the tomato guts off his face. Poor tomato. It had so much to live for.

"Let the man see his children. You don't have a right to say anything about that, we're all dead so it's not like it matters anyway." The silvered man stated bluntly staring down Rome with enough intensity for even the Roman's chair to want to run away and hide.

Without so much as an ounce hesitation a woman stood up, she wore very ancient looking clothes, and her name was but a mere reverent whisper amongst the other ancients. Sumer. The mother of civilization. Her voice seemed to be without source, even though she was standing before them. "Our children are having a world meeting at this moment. I will stay here with a few others to monitor from here to keep the balance with so many of you leaving for such a long time. I wish you all the best of luck." And before the other ancients could have any time to protest Sumer had already sent them into their children's world.

~Hetalia~

The ancients suddenly appeared in an empty lobby, somehow dressed in modern attire and understandably very confused. Rome was complaining about the loss of his armor, but was happy to discover that he had kept his sword. Magyar got up and helped his twin, Taisto up as well seeing as the both of them had terrible balance compared to some of the other ancients.

They were about to start bickering when they heard something. It was someone else arguing and it was coming from behind large fake oak doors. Curiosity getting the better of them a splinter group of Britannia, Hellas, Rome, and Magyar went to investigate. Of the four of them Britannia was the one who was quickest to the door, her green eyes wide in anticipation seeing as she recognized the voice.

With great hesitation the door was opened and the ancients caught sight of the scene before them. The nations weren't paying attention; instead they were all focused on a fight happening at the front of the room. One figure was a young man, around nineteen with blond hair, and a pair of glasses. The other was an older man, maybe in his mid twenties with shaggy dull blond hair, and noticeably dense eyebrows. This man was shorter than the younger blond he was arguing with… it was something about a porcupine?

~Hetalia~

"What do you mean we can't bring a porcupine into a world meeting?!" America wailed, flailing his arms at England while the animal in question was om noming important documents. No country was brave- or stupid- enough to try and catch the animal.

"America, that is a dangerous animal and-" England stopped abruptly his eyes widening, color draining from his face. "M-mother…?" Was all he was able to choke out. The other nations had been watching England so they had no idea what he was talking about. Well, they sure found out as soon as they turned around now didn't they? It didn't help that most of the other ancients had gradually started coming into the room to look at the scene before them.

The nations had varying reactions. A few of them looked like they had seen ghosts, some looked like they were about to burst into tears, and some looked like they were about to run to their parents like a giddy child. It was dead silent in the meeting room no one dared to make the first move. Until Italy hesitantly moved away from everyone else and stood in front of Rome, "Grandpa Rome, is that you?"

The Roman merely smiled.

Italy let out a cry of happiness and he embraced his grandfather. Romano just stood there his brain trying to process what was happening. That was his grandfather standing before him. His grandfather was dead. That means the only logical explanation was… Oh no… "Zombies!" America screamed beating Romano to it and without a moment's hesitation he took off his shoe and threw it square into Magyar's face, leaving a perfect shoe print while Taisto died of laughter at the look on his twin's face. By now the porcupine in the room was long forgotten. But that didn't mean the meeting was starting to become boring, oh no, it was far from that.

*Drags self on stage* *Pant* If you liked it... *Pant* leave a review... *Pant* I'm still looking for Rome... *Drags self off stage to continue chasing after Rome*

(Check back soon to see what happens in the next installation of Turn Back the Hands of Time! Will Sterling ever catch Rome? Will Rome escape? Are the Ancients REALLY zombies? Can you see the obvious Skyrim reference? How's my attempt at comedy? How'd America get that porcupine in their? Are there even any readers out there? *Looks forlornly out at audience* Find out the answers to these questions and more in the next chapter!)