With the asking of some readers, I have written a part two! Yay! So this is a second part for anyone who's interested...

I wake up that morning and decided to just put my hair in a ponytail. I am too tired to care what I look like at this point. Even if Noah saw me I think he'd understand.

I had stayed up all night for three consecutive nights working on plans for my poor little sister. She had overworked herself and made herself sick. I'm not too worried because we have the medicine for it and because she's a country. She won't die that easily. It's just some simple economic problems that happen during every war. So while she's recovering I'm pulling some strings and working to hold things together while she gets better.

Unfortunately that means that I have to go to boring meetings and listen to people chat on about whatever. Monika insists that I take notes in her stead and tell her everything that happens. I do my best, but those meeting are truly horrible.

I make my way down the stairs, and almost fall down the last flight because I stumble over my feet. I manage to stagger into the kitchen and work on preparing something fairly quick. I eat a small potato and egg omelet then take some up to my sister. She's still asleep so I leave it by her bedside then sneak back to my office.

I drop into my chair with a heavy sigh. I hardly had the energy to lift my pencil, let alone work on plans. So I sit there going through plans mentally.

When I was younger I was an excellent fighter and I had many plans from those days. I doubt I've lost my touch seeing as how I was so successful and awesome then. Then plans I had drawn up hadn't failed either so I know I am an expert at my craft still. Even after the few hours of sleep I had the night before I still felt exhausted—and a little shaky.

But I know I'm too awesome to get sick. And we can't both get sick when this war is going on. I closed my eyes briefly and leaned back in my chair. But when I opened my eyes I saw a person sitting across the room from me.

I snort and sit up quickly; I instantly recognize the person.

"Prussia!"

He smiles faintly. "I'm glad you still recognize me."

While I was glad to see him, I am surprised. His usual arrogant air was gone. Non-existent even. He walks over to my desk; I stand to meet him. He looks even wearier than I felt.

"What happened to you?" I ask, inspecting his shabby clothes. "You look like crap!"

Prussia laughs. "Yeah, I do. But you do too."

"Well I have a reason. I've been taking care of my sister who's sick and my country which is at war!"

Prussia smirks and looks at me defiantly. "You think you're having it rough! You should see my place!" I give him a confused glance. He seems to recall something and his smile fades. "That's actually…sort of why I'm here…"

…

I walk along the edge of the forest with Prussia in-stride with me. I didn't half believe him when he said that there was a wall between him and Germany. But it was true. I am walking beside it right now. Prussia can hardly stand to look at it and I can feel a looming sensation that chills me to the bone.

I place my hand on the wall and look up at it. Prussia told me that we couldn't stay for long or else we'd be caught, but I couldn't help but feel that as I stand here…It'd be no different if we were captured. Of course I could go back home. But he is trapped like a caged animal. I turn back to him. Even with his back turned to me I could tell. He didn't even want to think about the wall that literally tore his country in half.

I hear in the distance dogs barking I knew that we should get out of there. I place my hand on his shoulder and push him forward. We both start running back to his house which was now a part of Russia's.

I recall Prussia's words to me before we came to his world.

"I think it was just after you gave me my cross back that I noticed Germany begin to grow very quickly. He had leaders that demanded a lot from him. His leaders never praised me because they were more concerned with him. I am worried.

"A massive war broke out which ended up piling blame on West. His leaders and his people were angry that the blame was piled on Germany so suddenly a new leader appeared that seized control and forced West to lead troops to conquer all of the other countries in Europe—and maybe even the world. West couldn't get a word in and really hated the idea of another war which would really mess up everything in Europe again, but once in a while West gets a little overcome with the thought of victory and power. He practically begged me for some of my awesome plans so that he would succeed. So I gave them to him and even went with him to teach him my secret techniques.

"When everything finally ended, we thought we could return home and clean up after the battle. But what I came home to find was that everything I had had been given to Russia and I had been sent to live with him."

We leave the forest behind us find ourselves in a city. I think too much about Prussia's words to see much of the scenery. Then finally look up as I see that we are approaching a large house.

Plants are overgrown and the place is a mess…just like the rest of country. We step inside and I recognize the place. It was Prussia's old house; where he lived with Germany.

The inside is broken; the marble flooring is dented and cracked as well as the walls. Signs of decay painted a mural of destruction. I followed Prussia up to what was his room. I stand in the doorway.

"I just thought," he said as he concluded his speech to me in my office. "If your time is ahead of mine, you may know how everything turns out, you know?" He forced a smile to his face as if he thought that I could assure him of a good future.

Now standing in the doorway after running away from the wall, still without having said a word, I tell him what I know.

"I have been in a situation where I was separated from Monika. But it was never this bad. The war that's been in my world has lasted much longer, but it hasn't cost as much as yours.

"You see, girls will have long-standing grudges that simmer then suddenly erupt violently, unlike boys who fight, make up, and get over it. And the reason the wall was put up in my world was because they (the leaders of the other countries) thought quarantining me and other countries would help the conflict to be resolved. The Prussians and Germans in my world didn't take kindly to that."

"I see…" Prussia sighs, shuffling further into the room.

"But," I announce before he can slump back into his revere, "You are the spirit of Prussia. Just like me. If I'm the best fighter in the world, then you must be the best fighter here!"

"I'm not even supposed to be alive still. I was dissolved years ago…"

"But as long as the Prussian spirit still lives in the people of East Germany, you'll still be around!" I flip my hair behind my back and prop my hands on my hips. "So stop being such a sad sap! You're Prussia for crying out loud!"

Prussia smiles at me and walks back toward me. "You're right. But you don't get it."

"What do I not get about this?" I snort. "You have a reason to live—you're supporting your citizens! And don't be melodramatic about this. I know how you are."

"Come here and look around out of this window." I follow him to a window that has all of the glass broken out of its panes. He gently pushes it open with the sounds of scraping glass as it moves. "My country…my house, is in shambles. The people are starving," he says passionately. "My people have lost their Prussian spirit! I don't have any because they don't! I'm never praised for my strength or the power that I had. I'm just…not awesome anymore."

I stare at him in shock. Anywhere there is Prussia, awesomeness is. It's a part of the Prussian being—awesome is in our blood! And saying that he's lost it is too much.

I shove him down to the ground and sit on top of him. I take his torn collar and pull his face closer to mine. "Shut up!" I yell at him, tears unexpectedly welling up in my eyes. "You can't expect me to believe that! You are the awesome Prussia, and if you say anything other than that I will hit you so hard that you will have earthquakes where you never thought they could happen! If your people have no inspiration—BE the inspiration they need to move on and fight!"

The tears drip off my chin and land on his cheek; his eyes widen at my words. "You have other countries who understand your situation and are probably absolutely willing to help you!" I insist. "You can't just give up! You're alive aren't you?!"

"But I've asked other countries!" Prussia cries. "Poland, who refuses to even speak to me because I conquered him, Lithuania who refuses because I conquered him, Czechoslovakia hates me, Hungary hates me, and everyone just hates me! No one's going to help me! I'm alone…as usual…"

"Then figure out a way to help yourself," I declare solemnly. I rise and turn, expecting him to come after me. I wait in the doorway for him to pick himself up. He glances at his hand as he stands and smiles uneasily. He scoffs, half at himself, and then shows me his hand covered with blood because of a shard from the window.

"I guess that's mostly my fault," he sighs as I sit down to bandage his hand with my neckerchief. We move downstairs and we sit on the old torn and worn couch that I had sat on the first time I came to Prussia's house. I don't say a word to him. I don't have a single word that wouldn't hurt him even more; so I seal my lips. But mostly, I am angry with myself because I'm not too different from him. Destroying countries instead of building alliances, looking pessimistically on a situation when I really thought I was being realistic…it takes an outsider to really realize how many stupid decisions you make in a day.

Still with a bit of irritation, I lead Prussia out onto the street. We step on the sidewalk only to see two officers coming right at us. Prussia lets out a small gasp and pulls me back behind the wall. The officers seem to notice our suspicious movement and call out; we could hear their footsteps quickly approaching. Prussia pushes me into a bush and before I can protest tells me to be silent.

The officers catch up and begin talking to Prussia. He talks coolly with them as if he wasn't worried at all. They ask if he had another person with him and ask him what happened to his hand. He told them he didn't and said that they probably just saw his shadow and that he cut it while picking up broken glass form a window. One looks at the other, giving Prussia a suspicious glance every once in a while. Prussia stands calmly waiting on them with his hands behind his back; while he looks calm, I notice him wringing his hands.

"Sir, on the grounds on your suspicious activity we'd like to further question you at the station," the officer says.

"Why?" Prussia replies reaching a finger up to rub just under his nose. "I'm telling you the truth. I haven't been doing anything."

"Just cooperate…" the two insist stepping toward Prussia. "If you're not guilty of anything we'll let you go." I notice Prussia tense, ready to defend himself; I likewise ready my knife. The two officers took either arm, but Prussia shoved them away. The officers immediately went for their guns. I leapt out and stunned one of the officers with a knee to the head then I grab Prussia's wrist and pull him behind me. With a knife in one hand, I use the force from the running the swing Prussia ahead of me. He hesitates and I yell, "Idiot! Keep running! I'll catch up!" I hear his footsteps fade, but I hear many more as several officers run toward me, aiming their guns. I was a little out of practice with Monika sick and not have training because of making plans and while I was still light on my feet, I did get nicked by a few bullets. Knowing that my knife was nothing against bullets I quickly ran to catch up with Prussia.

As I ran I got the sense that he was heading for the forest so a make an abrupt turn off the road and toward the wooded area. I heard the officers yell behind me; ignoring them, I swivel past trees and around rocks. Once I decide that I put enough distance between them and me I climb up a tree and wait for them to arrive. They seem confused and look for a while then slowly start to give up and head back to the town. I waited for a long time then climb down and begin to look for Prussia.

I use my natural sense of connection to him to mentally track where he is and I soon find him within a small radius of me, but a long distance from the city, by that point, however, I had spent all of my energy. The nights without sleep, the wear-off of the adrenaline, and even the small bits of blood-loss mixed with dehydration overcame me and forced me to stop. I collapsed at the base of a tree and closed my eyes, no longer able to keep them open.

…

When I finally manage to pull myself out of sleep, I find that I am in a completely unfamiliar place. An idyllic scene would say that light filtered through the windows, and while there was light from a lamp next to my bed I mostly noticed the particles of dust floating in the air past the ugly brown curtains. I was in a bed, but it was small and uncomfortable and the sheets are worn. I look around the room and realized it was late at night, then I hear someone open the door. Russia stepped in softly, as if he didn't want to wake me, but with every step I turn and watch him carefully. I sense Prussia on the other side of the door, and to affirm my suspicions I see him push the door open a little wider. I blink at him; I notice a slight movement from behind the door. Russia leans over me and I look up at him.

"Oh! You're awake! Wonderful! I made some borscht for you, if you'd like," he smiles happily. "You had a lot of wounds so I treated them myself. Prussia was very worried about you, but he said he didn't know who you were."

I sit up slowly, the nicks from the guns didn't hurt, it was more that I felt cautious around Russia. I wonder how long I was asleep—it couldn't have been for too long, yet I somehow felt refreshed.

"Why don't you come in Prussia?" Russia says turning to the door. There was a hesitation then he pushes open the door and steps in, arms folded. "See, she's all taken care of. Do you remember who she is now?"

Prussia shook his head, continuing to avoid eye contact with Russia. He sighs then gives me another smile. "Well, you're all fixed up eat the soup before you go, though." He stood and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Prussia slips over to me quickly and breathes with relief. "I thought you were dead!" he exclaims. "What would happen if you died here?!"

"Shh!" I scold him placing a finger to my lips. "Russia's probably listening right now, so we need to be quiet." Prussia nods and I continue. "Anyway how long was I asleep?"

"A long time!" he replies. "Almost 8 hours. And you snore like a pig."

"Shut up," I hiss pinching his nose between my fingers. "That doesn't matter! I only have a few hours left," I glance at my watch…three more hours to be exact. "So what am I supposed to do between now and then?"

Prussia gives me a worried look while rubbing his nose. "Help me tear down the wall…or something!"

"I can't do that," I retort. "But…I suppose there is something you can do to help your people."

He grins hopefully at me. "You can help them escape over the wall," I conclude.

"I can't do that!" Prussia panics. "If Russia catches me…"

"Shh! I know! But you're immortal! It won't matter if you get caught; it only matters if the people can escape and be together with their families on Germany's side, the safer side, of the wall, right?"

Prussia gave me a look full of fear which I understood completely. He spoke in a low voice, "What if…people die while I'm trying to help them?"

"You have to tell them then. Not everyone will be successful or even make it out alive. The point is that you're trying and with each time you are successful, you will be praised!" I tell him with as reassuring smile as I could give. "It's a heavy burden."

He looks at me and forces a smile, but I notice a tear in the corner of his eye. I reach out on place my hand on his head and rustle his hair. "You'll be okay," I assure him. "If I got through it, certainly you, the awesome Prussia of this world, can. You'll be reunited with your brother and you'll find him even cuter than before. Just like me." I lean over and wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his head. I hear him stifle a sob then I hear him mutter something. "What? I don't understand."

"I can't breathe!" he says as I release him. He gasps for air dramatically; I frown. He looks up at me with a stupid, pitiful expression and I shove him away onto the floor.

"Don't be stupid," I sigh. "I know you're trying to make light of this, but I'm serious," I tell him while pushing my hair back behind my neck. "You'll feel sorry about yourself until you start doing something about it. Now help me up." I slide my feet over the bed and try to stand up. My legs shook a little; Prussia quickly stands and takes my arm and helps me to the door. We step out into the hall and walk cautiously down the stairs we see a few people at the bottom—Prussia tells me they are the Baltic states: Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia. They notice us and greet us in a friendly way, but I can tell they are definitely suspicious of me. As we pass them I turn back and stick my tongue out at them. They all give surprised looks; I laugh to myself. They are always easy to mess with whether here or in my world.

We walk around a little outside until I lose all feeling in my legs and need to sit down. We talk and I casually look at my watch and realize that I would be back in my world in a few minutes.

"Do you really have to leave?" he asks.

"You have others to keep you company and if you keep yourself busy in other ways then time will pass so quickly you won't even know what happened." He smiles, I lean forward to give him a reassuring hug and my watch falls out of my pocket. I turn to grab it when I see a foot step on it. I look up and see Russia, he quickly removed his foot and looks at the watch—smashed under his shoe. My mouth drops open and he gives a childish smile. "Sorry, was that yours?"

A surge of anger rises my chest and I step towards the towering person. "You!" I growl deep in my throat. "You did that out of spite!"

"Well…" Russia pouts with his lip and gives a sorry look. "I didn't mean too…"

"You jerk! You bastard!" I spit pulling out my knife. "Noah gave that to me! That's how I get home! I'll never get that back!" I feel Prussia grab my arm but I pull away from him.

"Stop Julchen!" he pleads. "You can't win this!"

"It doesn't matter if I win, as long as he knows what he did!" I bark back, my fury reaching its limit. I turned back and readied myself to lunge at him when all of a sudden I feel something clamp around my wrist. The familiar wind whips around me and a white light flashes.

Suddenly I am back in my office. I look around and see Prussia next to me, still gripping my wrist. "You should have let me kill him! You all would have been better off!" I scream at him. "Why? Why… didn't you…" I feel a wave of exhaustion suddenly sweep over me and my knees buckle under me.

Prussia makes a short sound then pulls me into my armchair. "Just rest for now, I'll get someone…" I hear him say. I nod but, once again, fall asleep.

All that I faintly recall is being carried back to my room by him and placed on my bed.

…

When I realize that I was back at home I find a wet cloth on my head and the fan running above me. I notice voices outside in the hallway; Noah's and Monika's, I guess. I didn't hear much until they push open the door and walk in. I wave my hand at them. Monika comes and sits on my bed while Noah stands a little distance away.

"Are you feeling better, sis?" I ask peering over my blankets.

"Better than I was," she replies. "But now you're the one who's sick. So you need to rest as much as possible. By the way, how did you get so beat up?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I sigh.

"Prussia?" I heard Noah offer.

I turn and look at him with surprise. "How did you…?"

"Well, as I was walking up to your house a guy who looked a little like you came running up to me and asked if I could take care of you for a while." I gave him a confused face. "I was a little confused and he said that he's not from around here and that you needed some assistance and that Monika was sick so she couldn't do too much. So I came right over. He called himself Prussia—he's pretty strange."

I laugh a little and turn back to Monika. "Did you meet him?"

"Only briefly," she tells me. She frowns. "He told me to listen to you more. Then suddenly disappeared."

"Did he leave anything?" I sit up and look around. Monika shook her head then stood. "I'll come back later; I have some things to catch up with. Don't keep her up too long, Noah."

"Yes ma'am," he says giving her a salute. He comes and sits on the chair next to my bed. "That Prussia fellow did leave something with me. He told me to give this to you." He hands me a letter; I open it carefully.

To the Awesome Prussia of this world,

I hope you get better fast. I can't have the awesome Prussia of that world sick; it'd look bad on my reputation! Thanks for coming anyway and for giving me an idea on what to do. I owe you one.

Best wishes from the Awesome Prussia

PS- your sister is pretty cute!

(After he drew a picture of himself making a peace sign)

Out of the letter fell a small necklace, similar to Prussia's. It had a small not tied to it which read:

Sorry that Russia broke your watch. I tried to get you out of there before you got any more hurt. Maybe next time you can beat him up! Anyway, here's a necklace so we can be matching in awesomeness!

I smile at Noah and thank him; he returns the look and stands. "I'll let you rest now. Get well soon!"

"Thank you," I reply then slide back down under my sheets. I stare up at the ceiling and realize that that would be that last time I'd be able to go see Prussia. But, to me, that's fine. I know he's being the best Prussia for his world, and I am for mine, even if I'm sick right now. Julchen will rise again! I smile as I think about this then whisper under my breath, "Best of luck Prussia!"