You laughed wildly as you fell into the pile of pillows and loose feathers, you felt like you were trying to swim in marshmallows. America appeared in front of you inches from your face, he was smiling and struggling to keep his eyes open over his smile, "Don't worry Miss I'll save you, I'm the hero!" He struck a pose and you laughed harder at him. You still were having a hard time breathing from how intense your pillow fight had gotten.

You forced your breathing to focus and between gasps you managed, "No thanks, junior."

His face fell, "Well why not?"

"Ever save a city before?"

"I saved Austria when he was lost on the beach last week, does that count? He's a country!"

"He's a representative."

"Ok um...well-"

"Thought so," you snickered as you nudged him with your foot.

"But you're a damsel in distress aren't you? I can't just leave you here!"

"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle it." You leaned forward so you were propped up on your elbows and pulled America down to your level with a tug on the belt loop of his pants making his knees buckle, "Have a nice day." You gave him a dazzling little sarcastic smile.

"Well in that case," he smiled back leaning forward, "I'll have to capture you and keep you myself," he winked. You laughed as you were pushed back down into the pillows trying to swat him off of you.

His hands were pinning your wrists down and his knees held your legs close together so you couldn't kick. It was enough pressure to keep you down but not enough to hurt you. You couldn't stop laughing at the fun you two were having and how smooth he was, "I thought you were the hero?"

He put a pillowcase over his face; the owner had exploded earlier in your fight. "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain and you know I'm more or less immortal."

"What a shame, I never got a spider style kiss," you gave him a small pout.

"Maybe I could be the hero one more time," you could tell he was smiling by the tone of his voice.

You leaned back up and he backed up, your face serious you had wanted to kiss America for the longest time and you didn't want the moment to be lost. You put your hand at the rim of the cover and began pushing it up along America's jaw line. "Careful," he answered as your fingers touched the base of his lips. You rolled it up around his lips and leaned in, you almost had hit his lips when he said, "You won't tell anyone right?" you knew he wasn't talking about the kiss.

You shook your head no, "You're secret is safe with me."

He pulled the hood completely off of his head, his hair staticy and swishing the direction he had pulled. You pretended to give a small gasp and he smiled at you, "Where were we?"

You brushed your fingertips against his cheek, "Somewhere around here."

"I think it was a little closer," he moved your fingers over to his lips and kissed their tips lightly, "About here."

You smiled and leaned in.

You felt a poke on your face and woke up. The room was still dark; the only pillow was the one you clung to in your sleep. You gave out a sigh of let down, "Sorry..." you looked down over the rim of your bed to see Sealand, his face was barely over the side of your bed.

Your eyes softened, "No, no Sealand not you sweetie. What happened?"

"I had a bad dream."

"You want to talk about it or just crawl up here?" He held out a hand so you could help him up. You rolled over and sat up in your bed, you bent over the side and lifted him up by his hips and set him in your lap. His hair was a mess and his face was flushed, he looked like he had been rolling around in his bed, covers over his head trying to banish the nightmare. You brushed his hair out of his face softly; the strands had been statically charged and stuck to your hand. You knew touching it would make it worse, but he seemed to need the continued contact. He snuggled close to you, his head in your shoulder, you raised your chin up so he could curl in closer and you could feel his trembling. You wrapped your arms a little tighter around him and hugged him close, "What's the matter Sealand, you're safe here I won't-"

"I know, I'm worried about Uncle America and Uncle Denmark."

You looked down at him, "Did something happen to them in your nightmare?"

He nodded, "Their countries dissolved, but they weren't lucky like Prussia...they dissolved with the country."

You nodded at him and got up, still holding him close to you, "Well why don't we check on them then, ok?"

He nodded.

Switzerland had separated you all into corridors based off of family; the Nordics in one hall, the FACE family in another, the German family, the Baltics, the Soviets, the Mediterranean's, the Asians, all the families in a the bedrooms circling the outer rim of Switzerland's house. In the center of the entire complex was a section of rooms for the micronations and some of the younger nations like Latvia, Sealand, and Wy. Switzerland seemed to have the concept of a world meeting down to a science, no wonder the meetings normally took place there. He was so organized, and always very generous as far as hospitality went. After all when you went to England's house Canada and America had to share a room, if you were at Russia's you roomed with Belarus or Latvia, sometime Poland if he was there too. You didn't mind staying at Russia's though, true he could be scary sometimes but any nation could. You were more comfortable around any family but your own, yes every family was divided some way but yours seemed to be the worse.

You had grown up in the Mediterranean family, none of you were all that close as of how broken the family had grown. Basically the family was split to the point of no one wanting to see one another and fighting when they did. Half the family didn't even consider themselves a Mediterranean anymore. The Italy's were a sub family that had nearly combined with the Germans. Then there was Spain who had left to take care of Portugal, Cuba, Brazil, and Romano his little colonies. That you understood, in a way. You didn't know why he had to leave you behind, you gladly would have helped Spain considering how close you two had been and how you shared such a bond with Portugal too. Regardless Spain wasn't the only one to cut off close ties with you, over time Hungary had more or less left for the German family, not that you blamed her they were more or less perfect, that left you the only girl. That left you, Egypt, Greece, Turkey, Cyprus, and the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus. Turkey and Greece had pretty much no relationship, TRNC was always with the micronations, and Egypt and Cyprus looked for any excuse to leave.

Snores pulled you out of your pity party, your eyes drifting to the door next to you. Your shoulders drifted downwards as you remembered the layout Switzerland had set. Your room was right next to Greece, who you were not concerned with waking up by any means, even if he did open his eyes, he was never really all that awake until Turkey was near Japan.

You looked out of your room, checking the hallway before pulling Sealand out of the doorway; you took in a deep breath and hoped no one would hear you. As nice as Switzerland was, he was also very strict, more so than Germany who you trained with. Switzerland didn't like people roaming about the house at night, and he was a very light sleeper, you were sure the policy was mostly because of either the Bad Touch Trio, the Awesome Trio, or the Drunken Trio...so either way it was Prussia's fault somehow. Switzerland would no doubt go completely sideways on you if you woke him, the problem though was that Switzerland's room was very close to yours...and he wasn't the only easily woken combat machine you had to worry about.

Since the rooms were organized by family, each family naturally had to have an end room that connected to the next hallway of families, your room was the border between the German family and the Mediterranean family, meaning Germany was in the room next to you and Switzerland was on the other side of Germany's room. You lightly closed the door and took one step, the floor squeaked, you stopped dead in your tracks, Sealand froze too knowing he had to be quite. You finally took in a deep breath as nothing had happened, then Sealand sneezed, "Sorry," he whispered rubbing his nose. He then clasped his hands over his mouth knowing he shouldn't have spoke.

You waited a second, nothing. You put him down and looked around for the box of tissues, "It's ok sweetie, you feel ok?"

"The Kleenex is on the other table," you jumped at Germany's voice, Sealand looked petrified, you were shocked neither of you had screamed. Having Germany sneak up behind you was terrifying; he was a big guy, a powerful guy, and a serious guy. Germany pulled a few tissues out of the books without moving his feet and kneeled down next to Sealand. You swore Sealand almost whimpered, it was rather uneasy to see Germany coming at you in the dark. You knew everything was fine though, after all Germany hadn't yelled...yet. He helped Sealand blow his nose making a loud trumpet sound, it sounded like the taps for training you would be hearing again in a few hours to start pre-world meeting day two. Germany was careful to make sure he didn't rub Sealand's nose and make it red or chafe it by drying it out, it was a shame he never had his own country to take care of he would have been a very nice parent figure. You sometimes wished that you could have been born into the German family; actually you wished it a lot. You were close with Romania, who was more or less a bonus member to the family like Hungary, and had been friends with Prussia for a long time. Germany, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein had always been kind to you, even Austria had complimented your music abilities and often came to you when he wanted a Mediterranean influence in his compositions without it getting too cliché.

In an odd way it was reassuring to have Germany around he was very commanding but not in a way where you were afraid of him, unless of course it was a surprise or dark, like you sometimes did around some of the other nations. You were sure Switzerland knew you were both up at this point, but since Germany was with you Switzerland had no reason to join the party. Sealand looked less scared and managed a, "Thank you, Mr. Germany," you always thought it was funny that the little sass he was always remembered a Mr. when speaking to the German family, Prussia not included of course since he was more like America and Denmark in Sealand's eyes.

"Not a problem, is everything ok you two?" Germany replied, managing to somehow look both of you in your eyes.

"Yeah," you replied softly, "Sealand had a bad dream."

Germany looked at you sympathetically; he had had many of those himself you knew. He raised an eyebrow, the one you could see but Sealand couldn't. He was asking if they were like his about Prussia dissolving, if he had been Holy Rome, about losing Italy and even Romano, you nodded yes back at him and he nodded back in understanding.

"I'll never understand grownups," Sealand said with a sigh.

"That's ok we're going to go see Denmark."

Sealand laughed and Germany handed you some more tissues before dissolving into a room with a, "Goodnight." You noticed it was two doors over from yours, Switzerland's room. You gave a silent thank you that Germany was defusing that bomb and you didn't have too.