-Time: Present-

"Kasuka!" Shizuo ran across the street and up to his brother, appropriately dressed in shades and a coat to cover his features. Being the young, popular actor that he was, they really didn't need him being fawned over and stolen by overly fangirling women…

"Shizuo…"

"So dad's dead?" Shizuo shook his head, "he never liked me much anyway, but it still sucks that he's dead."

"…"

"So what did mom want to talk to you about? She was acting more distant than usual."

"She gave me this." Kasuka handed the papers he was holding to the man and waited.

"…my birth certificate… yeah, I don't see…" Shizuo looked at the names and frowned, "…is this some kind of joke? There's only one name on here and it's not-"

"Mother didn't know how to tell you so I said I would."

"…I'm… adopted…"

Kasuka shrugged not making any sort of emotion obvious.

"Heh, that's not possible. I mean, both dad and I… I mean, mom and I share the same… Kasuka, tell me this is a joke."

The young actor stood silently, letting the news sink in.

It was impossible! Shizuo couldn't understand what he was seeing. It was too much to take. He wasn't even Japanese according to this document! How the hell had he ended up here then? That was just impossible!

"Mother tried to contact the man on your birth certificate, but she can't speak German."

"Kasuka, this has to be a joke." Shizuo looked over at the man and almost pleaded silently for him to take it back. It just was so wrong in so many ways.

"It explains why the family was always different towards you…"

"Kasuka…"

"You should go meet your family, Shizuo."

"You are my family!" Shizuo nearly shouted, scaring several people on the road, they ducked and flinched away, afraid of the man. The actor remained in his place though, not fearful of the blond's wrath.

"There's a contact number on the next page, it was written in case of an absolute emergency, but I think you should try to get in touch with the man."

"I can't speak Deutsch!"

Kasuka just looked at him a moment before patting his shoulder, "I have to get back to work, let me know how it goes."

"Kasuka!" Shizuo turned as the man wandered over to his men and vanished into a vehicle. The actor left him standing there with the documents, staring after him in pain and abandonment.

He couldn't be adopted. It was crazy, it was impossible! He was a Japanese man, born and raised! There was no way in hell that he was… whatever the hell this paper was saying. He flipped to the next page and groaned, where the hell was he supposed to find a phone he could make international calls with and how the hell was he supposed to afford such a call.

Dammit dammit dammit dammit DAMMIT!

His anger lashing out, civilians shrieked as the nearby bench went flying into 'bukuro traffic.

~.~"

"I'm AWESOME! Oh YES!" The silver-haired man bounced around the house as the nearby blond groaned, trying to work. "Love oh~ Love, I'm so awesome all the way around the WHOLE WORLD!"

"Gilbert! Take your dancing somewhere else!" Germany looked over at the man and adjusted the glasses he was wearing, "And stop making spin offs of my country's music. Lena worked hard on those lyrics."

"Do you know why I am so very awesomely excited?"

"You got a follower on your blog?"

"…no. TRY AGAIN!"

"You, France, and Spain are planning to go molesting another nation." The blond bent over his work more and Prussia leaped onto the table, sending papers scattering everywhere.

"Nope! We are not talking because France thinks he's a freaking princess. Then Tonio is being all, 'I love Lovi~'. It's gross I tell you. They should be honored that I was willing to grace them with my most awesome presence!"

"Why don't you go bother Austria?"

"It's Bruder day, bruder."

"When was this decided?"

"Right after I found out my exciting news. Now GUESS!"

"I don't KNOW!"

"Oh yeah, you were busy when I had him."

"Had what?"

"I have a son! A pure-blooded, claim to fame Prussian that is sitting around waiting for me at Kik's place!" Prussia raised a hand to his face, sniffling. "It just makes me so proud, to think that my own son was just so awesome that he was able to hide away for the entire cold war, no doubt being almost as awesome as me, just doing his own thing. He probably owns Kik's capital-"

"Japan's name is Kiku, not Kik."

"Whatever West, don't be hatin' on my blood."

"I swear to Gott if you don't get off my paperwork, Gilbert Beilschmidt…"

Gilbert rubbed his butt on the table, smearing the ink on Ludwig's papers and watching the vein bulge in the blond's head, "ahhhhhh, how comfy."

"If you have this so called son, why don't you visit him…" He was going to be fixing those papers for hours.

"That's where Bruder day comes in. I need some cash so I can buy myself some grub, and my son some grub. I wonder what kind of job Gods like us have?"

"You know where my wallet is, bruder."

"Oh WEST!" Gilbert hugged the man, crashing them both to the floor. "I knew that you were awesome! I mean, being my brother added some awesome to your lower ranking of awesome, but I mean, this puts you over the awesome level of 'tonio!"

"Awesome…"

"Exactly!" Gilbert rushed over to the hiding spot for the blond's wallet and waved, walking out with it, "I'll be back whenever! Don't wait up!"

"Gilbert BEILSCHMIDT THAT IS MY WALLET YOU ARE TAKING WITH YOU!"

"BYE WEST~!" The man broke into a run as Germany leaped up and sped after him.

"GILBERTTTTTTTTTTTT!"

"Buah bye West!"

"GILBERT!"

"Germany! Germany! I think I can do all that paperwork for you…ve~" Feliciano, Northern Italy, walked in to frown at the empty kitchen. "Germany?" He looked around before spotting the papers, "Ah, I'll just do all of the paperwork for Germany and he can thank me later! Oh, we can have a siesta and maybe even more pasta! Yeah!"

~.~""

Austria stood upon the balcony of his beloved estate, his left hand holding the railing as his right hand held the stem of a wine glass. It was only January, but he was standing outside to escape the loneliness of his house.

The empty bedrooms always made him reminisce at this time of year. It was just so quiet, so hollow inside the plush elegant place. The lights of Vienna gleamed back at him from his home as he stood outside. It was a rather warm evening in the area. He was somewhat surprised by that fact. It hadn't snowed much for this winter, but in the far off distance, he could feel that it was still snowy, especially towards Germany's home.

His tranquil moment was interrupted by the shrill cry of the telephone, ringing shrilly from the interior of the home. Surprising, he was quite sure he had made it clear that around this time of the year, he wanted to be left in absolute peace, minus the occasional visit from his ex-wife, Elizaveta, coming to ensure that he was Prussian-free.

Turning on his heels, the Austrian made his way calmly through the house, listening to the phone create disharmony in the foyer. Truly, whoever was calling him was unaware of his mobile phone…

Or it was Prussia, bothering him again with tales of how he and France were reenacting the so called 'war of Austrian Succession'. He hadn't been completely taken over, it was rather vicious to call it by that title.

"Roderich Edelstein speaking."

A crackling came from the other end and Roderich frowned, trying to hear the other end.

"Hallo?"

"Hello? Edelstein?"

Roderich nearly dropped the phone as he heard the voice on the other end of the line, he scrambled to catch the phone and held it in shaking hands, shocked by the other end's speaker. "Shizuo…"

"Yeah, you know me?"

Did he know him? Gott, that was like asking if Austria was a country! "Yes, I know you."

"…Look, I… I wanted to talk to you about some things…"

Roderich found himself near bouncing in place and nodding as if the man was standing in front of him. Composing himself, the musician nodded, "I believe that sounds fair, are you coming to Austria?" He would set the entire town into work on preparations, making sure the country was in top condition for hi-

"No, I was hoping you would come here to Tokyo."

Verdammt. "I see." Roderich forced himself to calm down again before speaking, "I will be there in a few hours then, I suppose. Where in Tokyo would you like to meet."

"I just want some answers, I don't really need you to stay long."

"I will stay a few weeks."

"I mean, we could probably do this by phone, but… I mean… Dammit!" The other end of the line had something crash in the background and Roderich frowned.

"I just need to know where I can meet with you, Shizuo."

"Huh, uh… Russian Sushi. It's a place in Ikebukur-"

"I will see you there tomorrow at around noon. Good afternoon to you, Shizuo." Roderich hung up and waited a moment before picking the phone back up. He dialed as fast as he could, his fingers threatening to slip and hit the wrong button.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Elizaveta. I have a favor to ask."

"Whatever you need, Roderich dear."

Roderich smiled as he went to his computer and sent word for his private plane to be prepared. "I would like you to watch over my estate for a few weeks. I need to make a trip and will not be home for a while."

"Ah… are you sure?"

"Quite adamant, my dear."

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A/N: Ah, guten tag my dear readers.

I have decided to mix my pleasure writing with- cue music- my pleasure writing. How awesome. We're going to have a grand ol' time with this as well. I must give some credit for the idea to my Canada, almost as awesome as myself, so close, yet so far away. So you know, pop the popcorn and sit your butt down for an awesome ride, oh, and do make sure to review, because I'm a stickler when it comes to updating when I get no feedback. The favs and alerts amuse me to no end as well, thanks for those on chapter one! I was quite honored.

With the prissiest musician and most awesome nation to ever invade vital regions,

Prustrian Informant