England looked around the fire. He saw America, Australia with a sleeping New Zealand and Wy on his lap, India, Hong Kong, Wales, his- even though he said he only had older brothers- little sister, Scotland, Northern and Southern Ireland, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Iceland, Denmark, Greenland, Spain, the Italy's, Germany, and Prussia, Austria, Hungary, Switzerland, Lichetenstien, China, Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, Estonia, Lithuania, Poland, Latvia,cAfrican Nation's-like Egypt, Cameroon, Ivory Coast, Chile, Brazil, Male and Female Mexico, Iraq, Iran, Turkey, the Middle Eastern Countries, and every Nation in between.

Nobody knew how it started, but, luckly, they had all survived the worst war ever- World War Three. Where /every/ single Nation was involved. But, they had each other, and that's all they needed, right?

Everybody, big or little, had battle scars now. Even the Micronations, like Sealand, Wy, Picardy, Seborga, Monaco, and Seychelles and Hong Kong, their not Micronations, their just littler, had put up good fights. Everybody, grouped around a fire according to where you are in the world, had a smile, or was laughing, or asleep from being on their feet all day. So what if they had to re-bulid the world? They would do it together. Like they say, if the fire burns, don't put your hand back over the flame. They had learned their lessons the hard way.

Nobody blamed the other, they had just accepcted their consequences, like punished children. Which if you thought about it, was what they were. They were missing four though. The Netherlands, Seychelles, Seychelles' brother, Haiti, and Luxembourg. France, Monaco and Canada were all praying and hopeing that Seychelles and Haiti would come back. Belgium was worried about ehr brothers, staying glued to Gremany, her friend, wating patienly for them to return.

*THE NEXT NIGHT*

Again they were around fires, and Belgium suddenly stood, scaring the people around her. "What's that?" She pointed ahead of her, where there was two lights, one a couple of feet ahead of the other. From the glow of the floating orbs, you could see something shiny moving between them, and long, long black ropes behind the metal. The orb in the back drooped a little, showing a deeply tanned leg, and a pale- but not to pale leg. The one in front also drooped, showing another pale leg, kinda like the one in back, and a pale tan one. Belgium was shaking her head, repeating "No-no-no...it can't be-" The others caught on.

She suddnely cried out, walking towards it, dragging up the next person who would get up, Norway. He didn't want her to get hurt. The diaapered into the dark, and The orbs lifted up again to show Belgium, tears straming down her face, holding tight to the Netherlands and Seychelles, sobbing, and Norway in the back, with Luxembourg, helping him support Haiti, who still had crutchs. All six of them were crying. Cuba and the Dominican Republic got up to help Haiti, Cameroon and Egypt ran to Seychelles, and Belgium, The Netherlands, and Luxe, were holding each others hands, Belgium crying and talking in un-understandable Dutch, walking back to sit. Once Seychelles and Haiti were sitting between France and their siblings, Holland, and Luxe with theirs, everybody but them, who were /way/ to skinny and weak and tired to stand, stood and started clapping, nobody not crying, even Nation people who didn't know them were happy the world was complete.

Now they could really re-bulid the world...together.

I like, no joke, just wrote. I had to.
Based off of "This is our song" By Camp Rock, and Hetalia.
BOTH NOT MINE~!
Hope you enjoyed~
Goodnight (it's 10:31 where i live right this second) or good morning if you live on the other side of the world and everywhere between~