SHORT NOTE- This is a sequel to one of my other stories, "Shiki-ed Out", a Ghost Hunt Fanfiction, which is a sequel to "Everyone Knows Psychics Don't Exist, Right?", a Bones Fanfiction, but can be read alone. But now with where this story is going and how it might end, it might help you understand the plot-line better if you read the prequel. Also, better summaries of my stories can be found on my profile page, including this one. Anyway, on with the story?

Prologue

Germany sighed. It was the end of yet another painful, torturous World Meeting. Italy was tagging along behind him. If it weren't for Japan in between the two of them, Italy would most certainly be all over him. Germany's sky-blue eyes were directed straight in front of him, watching the sidewalk. Japan's eyes were zoned out, while Italy's were glued to the sky.

"Ooh! Look at that pretty light!" He exclaimed while pointing up.

"Those are the stars, Dummkopf." Germany muttered without looking up.

"No, no! Look, look, Germany! It's getting closer!"

"Stars do not get closer, Italy-san." Japan replied.

"But this one is! And there are littler ones coming after it! Like a mamma and four kids!"

"What do you mean?"

"Just look!" Germany decided to humor the kid and looked up to see none other than a gigantic meteor coated in purple flame headed straight for the Earth. Four others, miniature copies of the original, were beginning to disperse.

"Holy führer!" He exclaimed. Japan looked up as well.

"See! Pretty lights!"

"Those are meteors!"

"They look like they're going to hit us!" Japan remarked. This snapped sense into the crazy Italian, who, quick as lightning, pulled out a homemade white flag.

"White flag! White flag! Don't hit us; can't you see the white flag?" He cried. Of course, the meteors didn't stop. Germany bit back a retort, while Japan wondered if this was the time that he should 'facepalm,' as America called it. Seeing no sign of stopping, Italy did the next best thing he could think of. "Run away!" He squealed. Japan followed, with Germany hot on his trail.

"Why can't you run this fast during training?" He called after him. They turned back to where the meteors were, but they were gone. The only thing left was a ring of purple smoke.

"That was not natural!" Japan remarked. No duh, Germany thought. Suddenly, the ring began to pulsate. It continued to get bigger and more threatening until an explosion knocked the three Nations off their feet.