The four ate in silence, which was quite strange due to how loud they usually were. Usually, someone would be screaming, another would be eating faster than light to get away from the others, and the other two would be fighting. Plates and utensils would be flying, and the Queen and King would have been long gone. It was weird for the King and Queen, seeing them so quiet. Queen Korma, the fourth queen of Narnia, found the silence to be deafening. She watched as the two personifications and two micronations picked at their food. Every now and then, one would stab their chicken and place it in their mouths. Her emerald-green eyes darted over to her husband, the King of Narnia, in hopes that he would be just as confused as her. Only to find that he was scarfing his food down like a hungry wolf.

As one can tell, the country was a Monarchy. The personifications declared that the country would work best with a Monarchy after being with England. The royal castle was set in the middle of the nation so that way the burning heat of the south, and the daring cold of the north mixed together for a comfortable warmth. Narnia was much like the days of old England, castles and small villages scattered throughout. Festivals taking place quite often. Seeing women wearing fancy dresses or men in over-the-top suits wasn't out of the ordinary. Though there were a large number of people who wore, as one would call, normal clothes. Schools were large enough for numerous villages to send their children off to, and a decent amount of hospitals. Electricity wires were nowhere to be seen, but one shouldn't worry. Each village was gifted with its own power source long ago. Roads were made of cobblestone or loose rocks, and train tracks lovingly placed all around. With an old place such as this one, a Monarchy seemed perfect.

Queen Korma slightly lifted her foot, and slammed the heel of her show against his toes. Causing he man to spit out the chewed up chicken, and slam his knees against the table. The four at the end of the long table shot their head up, watching the King cry and curse out his wife. "Um, Mr. King sir, are you okay?" Asked the smallest micronation of the two, his name was Neverland, but the others called him West. His green eyes squinting at the red-haired man, finding it interesting how his beard moved when he spoke. King Charles lifted his leg up, and resting it on his other, then started to rub his throbbing foot. "My dear! Pardon my language, it seems as though my wife decided that stomping on my foot was necessary! M-my dear what could be the matter?" He asked, looking up at the light of his life questioningly. The woman raised an eyebrow, and nodded her head to the others. It took a few moments, but he understood. King Charles grabbed his napkin, and started picking up the chicken he spat out.

"Ahem...so! My wonderful companions! Are you all right? Girls! How was the meeting, mm? You haven't said a work since you returned home! Was the train ride up to par? Boys! Did you enjoy the day to yourselves? I heard you playing earlier, East, and it sounded wonderful as always!" He winked at the red-haired man, who simply nodded in thanks. West lifted his arm in the air, waving it around. "I got a new cut! I was playing in the water and a fish cut me! Scales! The evil scales!" He dramatically placed his arm over his forehead, and tried to put his fork in his mouth, but only succeed in hitting his cheek. The chicken fell to the ground. "When you try your best and you don't succeed." North hummed, smirking at the kids failure. "Girls! How about you?" The King asked, looking at his napkin in disgust, and gently wrapping it up and placing it on his nearly empty plate. He pushed it to the side, and linked his fingers together, resting his chin on them.

"We're awesome!" All eyes looked at the seat between East and North, who seemed shocked that he was there. North looked at everyone else, her mouth full of food. That didn't stop her from pointing the fork at him, and say, "I have no clue how he got there". East, however, just gave the other man a high-five that echoed throughout the room. Everyone seemed to automatically relax, and started eating and picking at their Poulet à la provençale again. No one bothered by the Prussian's presence. It was a normal occurrence for him to show up unannounced to the castle, it actually seemed as though he purposely tried to get in the castle either in the most inappropriate ways, or times. North roughly swallowed, and hit her chest a few times, grinning. "My main mean meme man! Want me to get you a plate?" She asked, then raised an eyebrow when the other albino looked concerned. "What? Was it something I sa- oh there's a fork in my arm." She flicked the object that stuck out from her soft arm.
"You are not allowed in the kitchen." South hissed, her body trembling in anger, hand still outstretched from when she threw the fork. "South, darling, there was not any reason for you to throw that." East said, gently placing his own utensil on a neatly placed napkin that was centered on the empty plate. "Thank y-" North was cut off by his gloved hand being raised. His showing, golden-yellow eye glanced at her from the side. "She cannot feel anything, after all." He smirked lightly, and excused himself, taking his plate with him. North leaned over Prussia, and shouted at him, "I can feel shit! You rotten, raisin muffin!"

West and Prussia watched in amusement at the two of them, one barking and the other calmly meowing. Not really, one was screeching and the other was talking lightly, East's voice getting softer as he got farther away from the table. South left the room when East finished his sentence, going into her kitchen to set up a plate for their usual guest. North sat back in her seat, and huffed loudly. The King and Queen watched happily, they were acting normal again. Queen Korma watched as West tried to flick a piece of his chicken in Prussia's mouth, and giggled when it hit his eye instead. "Oh! Mr. Prussia I didn't mean to!" West held in his laughter as the past nation made over-dramatic movements and exaggerations. "Ack! I ca-can see...the light! I'm going to die!" He dramatically posed, and almost slammed his face on the table, but South slammed a plate on the table. "One of those is a truth, while the other is a lie." South growled, and grabbed the fork in North's arm. She yanked it out, and flicked North in the forehead, just to screw with her. She then sat back down in her seat. The brown-haired nation watched with glaring eyes as the albino man stared at the plate. Just as I thought. She hummed in understanding, and wiped her fork clean of blood.

"So, what's on your mind?"

"Eh? On my mind? How awesome I am!" He pointed his thumb at his chest and grinned widely. Though he seemed natural, it was obvious that he was hiding something. "I guess we'll leave you four alone, then." Queen Korma said as she quickly grabbed her plate and stood up. King Charles looked at her, confused on why she was ready to leave the table so early. She hasn't even finished her meal yet. The Queen huffed, and yanked his ear lob with her free hand, and leaned down. She harshly whispered words that no one caught. After her little rant, she let go of his ear, allowing him to hold it and pout. He also picked up his plate, and stood up, pushing his chair in with his hip. "Farewell, remember the rules when your friend is over!" He winked, causing everyone to groan, even West.
"Don't go into the wine cellar after nine, no drinking after ten, no riding Aslan, no illegal fireworks." They all droned in unison, the King laughed and nodded his head as he walked away. "You got it!" They watched as the man left the dinning room, still laughing and shaking his head. After he left, the sound of him complaining to his wife were loud and clear. A small bell echoed in the room, causing West to jolt, and dart out of his chair. "Hey hey hey! Take your plate to the sink! You little shit don't go off and play with your little pixie friends!" South called after the boy as he scampered out of the place. Leaving the two girls and the man alone. "Faeries...they're faeries." North muttered, feelings a little offended that South didn't know the difference between a Pixie and Faerie. Thankfully, the castle wasn't silent after West slammed the front door shut, and the talking of the King and Queen went silent. The soft, muffled sound of a piano was bouncing off of the walls. Graceful sounds the beautiful keys made always danced around. No one touched their plates, they just stared at each other. Waiting for someone to speak. Finally, South cleared her throat.

"Shouldn't you be at the World Meeting?" South asked bluntly, but then pressed her lips together and inhaled through her nose. Prussia ran a hand through his hair, and smiled at the question. "Are you serious? You think they'll ever allow me in there?" The past nation used to be allowed into the meetings, but after 1947, he was banned from ever even stepping into the room. Hell, he wasn't even allowed in the building the meetings took place in. If he even dared stepped foot into the conference room he would imminently be kicked out. No questions asked, but a lot of yelling. Once, he tried to enter a meeting in Berlin. The moment he opened the door, he was noticed and was yelled at by Germany for a long while. He then ran out and wasn't heard from in a week, which scared both the Narnians and Germany almost to death. South tried to track him down using spells, but it did no good. North tried to follow her infamous nose, but he smelt like everything else did in the country. His brother tried to call and text him the entire week. It was a week-long search that ended with finding him passed out where the Berlin wall once was.

North yawned, and patted the mans shoulder. "She meant, shouldn't you be doing something more awesome than hanging out with us?" She smiled up at him, and picked up her last piece of chicken off of her plate with her fingers. "Barbarian." South scoffed as she watched North cram it in her mouth. Prussia did his snake-like laugh, and slapped North on her back. Which, much to South's liking, caused North to start choking. "You guys are the shit though! There isn't another awesome country in the world that has a fucking lion as the royal pet!" South almost let out a sigh of despair once North was able to cough up the chicken. She took a deep, shaky breath, saliva dripping down her chin and her face flushed a bright red. She coughed a few more times, and held up a trembling thumbs up. "T-thanks, my main mean meme man." She managed to say hoarsely.

South bit her tongue, feeling the veil of negative emotion in the air. The aura around them was dark, heavy, suffocating. As if the information Prussia has is important. To add onto the strangeness, he isn't acting like himself. Usually, he would have asked for beer, and would have been on his fifth plate by now. He usually would have kicked back in his chair, messed North's hair up, or even sat between Queen Korma and King Charles. Something is terribly wrong, and she wanted to know what it was. North, however, was oblivious to Prussia's strange behaviour. She just chatted away with him about different things, such as playing hide-and-seek in the northern part of Narnia, and trying to skate on thin ice. They laughed about some of them, finding that the results of what could happen to be hilarious. South slumped down in her chair, and slammed her foot against North's leg. The girl hummed, and looked at the other with tired eyes. Soft, gentle blue-grey eyes stared deep into sharp, burning honey coloured eyes. The honey eyes darted to the table, and back up. North made a sound of understanding, and slumped down in her seat. She kept sliding until she was completely on the ground, and leaned forward a bit. South did the same, but without the entire process of slowly slumping down.

"Whoa! What are you two doin'? Holding a secret meeting?" He kicked back his chair, wanting to join in the fun. Only to be told politely not to. He sighed, and sat back down. He knew what they were talking about. Plus, he didn't really need to join anyways they were under the table. Right in front of him. "I want to know what's wrong with him." South hissed, slamming her fist on the ground in annoyance. North blinked a few times, her cold breath mixing with South's warm breath. "Eh?" South groaned, and set her jaw. She explained what she felt like was going on, watching North nod her head, and watched her expression change. It went from confusion and bored, to disbelief and even seemed skeptical. "So in more simple terms...¿Crees que tiene malas noticias?" She asked, South nodded and pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. North pressed her lips together, and hummed. "Fuhuhu...what you want us to ask him about it?" She jokingly asked, only to get smacked in the face. "No you fucking idiot!" North, unfazed by the hit, shrugged and made her way out from under the table. "Yo, my dude! You all right? My buddy over there think's there's something up." She said, punching his arm lightly. South slowly emerged from under the table, her fingers curling on the corner of the table, and only her eyes and above was showing. "So was I right?" She asked, glaring at the man.

"Yes. You were right. There is something wrong, and I needed to tell you guys." He said, staring at the full plate in front of him. He noticed a small chip in it, and sighed at the memory of how it happened. North twitched her eye, and looked to the side. "You're screwing with us right? Oh wait! Is the information something that sounds serious but really is a joke?" She asked hopefully, practically begging whatever god exists that it was nothing horrible. Such as his disappearance. He reached in his blue uniform, feeling around for something. He eventually pulled out two vanilla coloured folders that were so filled, that they looked like they were going to explode. While he pushed the plate away to set the folders down, both Narnians asked themselves...how the hell did he fit those in his jacket without anyone noticing? "I was just joking around. I thought exploring through my brothers office was going to be fun." He retracted his hand, and closed his eyes, shoulders limp. North grabbed the one on top and pushed the other one to South. They both opened the folders, and looked through the papers.

"They just look like war plans. Is Germany planning war?" North asked as she looked through the folder that seemed to be meant for Italy. Most of the letters were to and from him. She read through some of the neat handwritten letters from Germany, and the more fancy writing of Italy for return letters. It was battle plans, that's for sure. Every now and then, other countries would be mentioned. "Yeah, battle plans, blah blah. Italy make sure to blah blah. I promise this war won't last long, they are weak blah blah. Prussia why did you give us the-..." North flipped to the back of the folder, and looked at the paper in shock. She slowly looked up at South, who held up a paper almost exactly like the one in her own folder.

"Dear Japan," South read.

"I do not think that this can last any longer. Japan, you and Italy cannot keep holding this off. I need your approval to fight with me, I am not fighting alone. Though I do not think it will be much of a problem to fight them alone, it would just take longer. I want this done now. It has been a while since we called ourselves the Axis, but we need to work together once more. I understand that you do not like war, neither does Italy, but imagine the possibilities. You are a small island crowded with much. A large portion of that country could be in your grasp, allowing you to expand on everything. I absolutely need your signature as soon as possible. The documents are the plans and equipment I have planned out. It doesn't seem like we need much to fight them. I regret to inform you, Japan, that if things get out of hand, then explosives must be used. I have sent this letter to both you and Italy, Italy's being slightly different from your own. This has been going on too long, the land they own is too prosperous and large for such idiots to handle.

Narnia must fall.

From,

Germany"