Hello once more! I'm back just like I promised. And here's chapter two!

Germany's in this chapter. With Israel

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Oooh, this should be awkward

Warnings: creepy Russia, adorable Israel, post-WWII moderately emo Germany, and light holocaust references.

Enjoy!

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Only America would show up late to the meeting he called.

This was the main thought that circulated around the table at the World Meeting room. Where sat England, France, China, Russia, Japan and North Italy.

"That bloody git," England huffed at one point, "where is he? I'm sick of sitting here."

"For once we are in agreement, mon ami," said France.

"And where is Germany-san?" Japan queried.

"Si," said Italy, shifting uncomfortably at mention of the German, "he's never late."

They all heard footsteps coming toward the door. That must be Germany, they thought.

However it turned out not to be Germany, but America, holding something in his arm so that the others could not see what it was.

"America, you twat," said England, "you call an emergency meeting just to leave us sitting here for an hour!"

"You need to be more responsible, America-san.'

"Ve~ did you see Germany when you were walking here?"

"Nope," said America, with a huge smile that screamed he had something to say.

"Enough, he's here now. Lets just hear what he has to say-aru" said China.

"Are you finally ready to become one with Mother Russia?" asked Russia with that creepy smile of his.

"Not on your life, Captain Cold," said America.

"What's that in your arm?" asked France pointing.

"Funny you should ask," said America, smiling even wider. The gently shook his arm and said, "wakey, wakey, Israel."

America turned his arm, revealing the newborn nation. Israel yawned and opened his eyes, staring at the countries in front of him with curiosity, he'd never seen this many other people before.

Everybody except Russia, who simply sat, stared, and smiled creepily, stood up and leaned in. America sat Israel down on the table. The baby looked around and giggled.

"A baby? Where in the bloody…" England started to say, but Italy cut him off.

'Ve~ he's so cute!" cried the Italian, running over and picking Israel up in a big hug. Israel didn't seem to mind, he giggled with approval at the attention. The boy grabbed unto Italys curl, straightened it, and then let it go. Naturally, it bounced right back into place. The baby giggled.

Italy held the infant out in front of him and smiled. "Ciao, little guy! I'm Italy, you can call me Feli if you like!"

Israel simply giggled and clapped his hands. The others (except Russia) came over too.

"What a cute petite, wherever did you find him?" asked France.

"Front of a temple. Pali wanted to shish kabob him, but I, being the HERO, kept him at bay."

"Where's his family?" said Italy; looking upset at the idea that someone had left the baby out all alone. Italy had a bit of an abandonment complex.

America pointed to himself, "Right here! I found him, so I'm gonna raise him!"

"So cute! Like a baby panda! Ni hao, little one!"

"You're going to raise him?!" England said with a huff, "I suppose he'll be just like you, then. A stupid, ungrateful, loud, obnoxious…"

"Y'know, Britain," said America, taking Israel from Italy, "since I'm going to be his big brother, that technically means you're his big brother too."

That seemed to change England's opinion, at least for the moment.

"Well, of course I'm his brother. The chap's too clever not to be related to me. See him taking in all his surroundings? A smart one. With my assistance, I'm sure he'll grow into a fine young nation."

"Of coarse, of course," said America, not really paying attention. He was used to his brother contradicting himself at this point.

Meanwhile, outside the WM HQ, Germany was in trouble.

"OW!" Germany cried as yet another pinecone hit him on the head. He angrily glared up at the source of his troubles, three teenaged boys sitting high up in a tree, one of them tauntingly dangling Germany's Iron Cross pendant.

"Awww, looks like the little Aryan cant stand up to us," said one of the boys.

"Bitte, I'm already late because of you three! Just give me back my-OW!" cried the German as he was once again struck on the head.

"Hey, nazi, why don't you just call your Gestapo, I bet they'll stop us!"

"For the last time I'm no nazi!" yelled Germany, furious at being called the thing he hated more then anything.

"Right, I'm sure you had nothing to do with all those dead Jews, it just flew right past your radar!"

"Nein! Nein!" cried the German "I didn't know! It was acci-OW!"

This had all started with Germany walking to the World Meeting to hear America's announcement when the three boys had jumped him, kicked him in the shin, snatched the pendant right off his neck, and scurried up the tree. Germany couldn't say he was shocked; he'd only had 93 (or was it 94?) incidents along such lines happen since the war had ended.

The war might have ended but Hitler had yet to leave Germany alone. His legacy followed him everywhere he went, like a bad smell that would not wash off, or a scar that would never truly heal. It made him bow his head in shame at the word "Jew." It made him cringe at the smell of smoke. It made him constantly watch what he said, fearful that he could cause that time to resurface.

It made him almost wish he'd pulled the trigger…

But for now, Germany just wanted to get his pendant back and be on his way.

"I'm not a nazi, I do not miss Hitler, I'm glad he's gone and if I ever got the chance I'd rip his lungs from his body. Now, just give me back my pendant and I'll be on my way and we can forget this ever happ-OW!" yelled the German as one of the boys chucked the pendant at his head. The cold, hard and sharp-sided metal hurt worse than twelve pinecones.

"Okay, goose-stepper, there's your necklace back!" yelled the boy.

Germany picked up the pendant and put it back on, then put his hand to his head. He swore in German as he felt a warm liquid on his fingers. He turned on his heel and stomped off towards the WM HQ.

"None of the crap going on today would be happening if it weren't for you," yelled one of the boys, "its all your fault!"

Germanys heart fell. "Ich weiss," he said barely audibly as he continued to the World Meeting.

Back at the World Meeting room, Italy clasped his hands in front of America as if in prayer.

'Oh, can I be the godfather, America, oh please, please, oh pleeeeassse!?"

"Sure ya' can!" said America.

"Si!" Italy cried happily, "I will teach him how to paint, surrender, and have a siesta!"

"I will teach him how to read fortunes and do kung fu! Yes I will! Yes, I will!" China said, fluffing up Israel's hair. China had a bit of an affinity with cute things.

"I will teach him about the fine arts and how to attract a partner. And a dose about fine wine of coarse, honhonhonhon!" laughed the Frenchman.

"Fine arts and wine I'm fine with, but not a word is to be said about the birds and the bees," warned America.

England said "I could teach him a bit about cooking…"

"NO!" yelled everybody else in the room. England put his hands up halfway as if in surrender.

"Okay! Okay! Blimey, what's wrong with my cook…?"

"Everything." said everyone else in unison. England huffed.

"Fine," he muttered.

"And I," said America proudly, "will teach him to be a HERO."

"Wow, didn't see that coming," muttered England with his usual sarcasm.

"After all,' said the American, ignoring the Brit, "what's a hero without a sidekick?"

"You're gonna kick him in the side?!" Italy cried in horror.

"No, no. I mean an assistant. Someone to help me get by. Where would Batman be without Robin?"

"What about you, Japan?" China said, "What will you teach the baby?"

Japan had been kind of separate from the group, he looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Ah...America-san," said the Asian nation, "I hate to be a killjoy, but a baby is a huge responsibility. It's not like Tony. I'm just not sure you have the maturity to…"

"He kind of looks like me, doesn't he Japan?" said America, holding Israel out in front of him, obviously having not been paying attention to Japan's speech.

Japan was a bit taken aback by the question. He looked at Israel. The baby was slightly tan, not nearly as tan as his Arabic neighbors. He looked to be half Caucasian, half Arabic. He had big, very blue and very familiar eyes. His hair was dark black and neat everywhere. His hairline ended in a triangular point on his forehead that made up his bangs. He didn't look at all like America. But at seeing the huge smile on America's face he found himself sighing.

"Like twins," said Japan, much to America's delight as his beam brightened even farther. Japans speech on maturity was forgotten.

"Here," said France, "let me see his hair." France licked his thumb and index finger. America yanked Israel away.

"Yuck! He doesn't want your French spit in his hair! yelled America.

"I wouldn't trust him around hair either, America," said England, "personal experience."

"Oh, give me him!" France yelled, snatching Israel and turning his back on America. France took a small lock of hair on Israel's head and styled it into a cowlick just like the one on America's.

"Here," said France, turning back to America and handing him the newly styled Israel, "now at least he sort of looks like you."

"Wow! Thanks France!" cried America beaming.

"May I see him?" asked Russia, speaking up at last. America glared, as the two were in the middle of a Cold War. But he relented and handed Israel to Italy who in turn handed him to Russia.

Israel seemed to get suddenly nervous; he stopped laughing and gazed up at the Soviet Union.

"Privet, little Israel," said Russia, smiling down at the child, "You certainly appear to be a smart one! Da, you look exactly as I had hoped…excellent, you're a promising one~!"

"Eh?" squeaked Israel, cocking his head.

Russia placed the child on the ground. Israel promptly began crawling around, exploring his environment. The other nations were discussing how Palestine was going to react to the land being split, when the door burst open.

"Es tut mir Leid! I'm so sorry I'm late!"

"C-ciao, Germania," stuttered Italy, giving his fellow former axis a nervous smile. Germany nodded to acknowledge the Italian's greeting, giving his old friend a small, weak smile.

"What kept 'cha?" America asked. Russia glared at the German. He, Russia, hated Germany almost as much as he hated America, considering him a traitor because of Stalingrad. As Germany walked over to his chair, Russia intentionally stuck out his foot in Germany's path.

"I got caught up with these kids who stole my-whoah!" cried the German as he tripped over Russia's outstretched leg and landed right in front of Israel.

Germany groaned and looked up to see a pair of bright, blue eyes softly twinkling with curiosity, a child staring at him. Germany blinked as he looked up at the child and when he looked at him he was surprised by how…oh, what was the word? Cute. That's it. How cute the child was. So…cute…was the mysterious child that even cold-hearted Germany felt a slight tug at his stomach, wishing to pick the child up.

"Aw?" squeaked Israel, cocking his head, clearly curious about this new person who had fallen into his path.

'Uh,' said Germany, lifting his head up slightly, "who is das kind?"

Israel put his hand in between Germany's eyes.

"Erg… Guten Tag, kleine..." Germany started to say. Israel snatched the black visor cap off the German's head, messing up Germany's slicked-back hair. Israel looked at the cap curiously.

"Ah, that's mine, I don't think it'll fit y-' Germany started. Either Israel didn't understand or didn't care. He put the cap on his teeny head. It fell over his eyes and nose. Israel giggled.

"Uhh…okay, if that works for you,' said Germany, getting to his knees and looking down at the child, a tiny smile forcing its way through. Israel used his tiny hand to lift up the cap so he could see. He looked up and giggled. Even Germany had to smile at that.

"Awww,' said Italy, then he realized something and started jumping up and down in excitement.

"Germany! Germany!" he cried.

"Hm?" Germany said, looking over his shoulder at the Italian.

"His eyes!" cried Italy, pointing at Israel.

Germany glanced from Israel and back to Italy. "What about them?"

"They're just like yours!"

"What?!" said France.

"No way!" said England.

"Lets see!" cried America.

All the countries but Russia, who remained seated, ran over to Germany and yanked him up. America grabbed Israel (cap and all.) The nations dragged Germany over to a nearby wall mirror. America ran over with Israel and held the baby next to Germany's head, taking Germany's cap off the boy and tossing it over his shoulder.

"Italy's right,' said Japan, "they do have the same eyes."

It was true, same color of blue, same shape. Israel and Germany had the same eyes.

"Neato!" cried Italy, "you guys could be related! Maybe you're his big brother, or his Papa!"

"Whoah! Whoah!" Germany said, putting up his hands slightly, "before we leap to conclusions, who is this boy and what's this emergency meeting about?"

"The meeting is about the kid,' said America, "Germany, I'd like you to meet my new baby brother, Israel."

Now, if Germany was white before, it didn't compare to what happened next, any amount of color his face had drained from it. His eyes widened, staring at Israel in fear and America could swear he saw the German shaking slightly.

"I-I-Israel?" said Germany, stuttering horribly.

"Si!" Italy said, not noticing Germany's sudden panic, "America saved him from Palestine, and now he and England are gonna be his big brothers! And I'm gonna be his godfather!"

Germany wasn't listening. He took a step back, away from Israel.

"I-Israel, t-that's a J-Jewish name, isn't it?" he stuttered.

"Yeah, wh…oh, Germany,' said America, realizing why the German was freaking out.

"I shouldn't be here!" exclaimed Germany, taking another step backwards. "Really! Something will go wrong! I know it!"

"Germany, things are different now," said America, "you don't have to be afraid…"

"I'm not afraid because of him," said Germany, "I'm afraid for him. I shouldn't go near a Jew, for their sake. I-I just can't, America!"

America glared stubbornly, "that's the stupidest thing you've ever said to me. I don't see a swastika stapled to your forehead, you regret all that happened and avoiding your problems only ever makes things worse, believe me, I know. So stop acting like the kid just turned into a frick'in monster, come over here and hold him!"

It's not him I'm worried about being the monster, thought Germany. But knowing better then to argue with America, he relented and walked back. America held out the giggling Israel and Germany, very slowly and nervously, as if picking up a bomb, took the baby. He flinched and closed his eyes as if expecting Israel to burst into flames at any second just from his touch. Germany opened his eyes to look at Israel.

Well, England and Russia were right about Israel knowing his surroundings. Israel was giving Germany a look that said "where's the fire?"

"Ahhhh…hello…Israel…" said Germany, who was sure this couldn't have been more awkward if somebody walked up to him and hung a sign around his neck that said 'I voted 4 Adolf.'

"…Erg…I am Germany…do...you…maybe…uhm…recognize that name?"

"Bah!" said Israel. Germany took that as a "no."

Okay, focus on task at hand, thought Germany. He took a deep breath.

What Germany said next could have been in another language for all the other countries could tell, he said it so fast.

"Iamsososososorryforeverything!Ireallydidn'tmeanfo ranyofittohappenandIwontblameyouforhatingmebutjust pleasepleasepleaseacceptmyapologybecauseIpromiseI' llneverletanythinglikethathappenagainandifIdoyouca ntakeagunandshootmebecauseI'llhavedeserveditforbei gsostupid!Stupid!Gullible!Stupid!" By the end of that, Germany looked ready to burst into tears.

"Ge?" said Israel, giving Germany a look that plainly said "do you need a psychologist or something?" A look that just about all the other countries in the room were giving him.

"Ahhhh…" said Germany, turning red with embarrassment, "can we all just forget that happened?"

"Gladly," said the other nations minus Russia.

Israel burst into a fit of giggles at seeing Germany turn red. America beamed.

"See? He doesn't hate you!" exclaimed the American.

Germany looked at the giggling child, paused and then said, "Well, alright." I guess this might work, thought he, and this is probably the best way to atone.

Germany put Israel back on the floor. The baby promptly crawled back over to Germany's cap, which lay by the table. Germany smoothed back his hair.

"It'll take awhile," said America, "but I'm sure you'll be able to get along eventually."

Russia glared. If there was one thing he didn't like it was Americas forgiveness policy. Russia didn't understand it at all. Germany had killed their people and soldiers and yet America and the other allies just said, "Oh, well, lets help him rebuild and all be BFFs!"

There was as much 'forgiveness' in Russia as there was compromise.

And hearing of the possibility of Israel, Israel for heavens sakes, forgiving and being friends with Germany, well, that he just couldn't allow. So, while the other countries talked, he leaned over to baby Israel and said, "Little Israel."

"Mm?" peeped Israel; looking up from the cap he was playing with.

"You had best watch your back around that one," said the Russian, pointing to Germany, "da, the one you got that cap from. He's a nazi. The bad people who hunt and kill Jews like you, da? If you're not careful, he'll burn you in an oven."

Well, apparently Israel understood that.

Israel instantly started crying his eyes out. The other countries noticed immediately. America ran over and picked up the baby.

"Hey, hey, easy little buddy, easy. What's wrong?" said the American, his eyes full of concern.

Germany took a step towards Israel. The boy wailed louder and grabbed unto America's bomber jacket in fear. Germany, shocked, took a step back. Russia smiled but no one noticed as he always smiled like that. The other countries looked from Germany, to Israel and back to Germany.

"I…well…you…" America started to say, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.

Germany looked like he might have stepped foreword again. However, Japan muttered, "maybe you should just leave, Doitsu-san."

"I…but…" Germany started, then he looked at the clearly terrified Israel and bowed his head.

"Ja, of coarse, I'll just go. Danke for inviting me, he can keep the cap,' said the German as he passed America. He exited the room and once in the hallway, ran off as he felt tears build behind his eyes, and didn't wish for any other country to see him cry.

"I should go too," said Japan hurriedly and awkwardly. The other nations all nodded.

"Me too"

"Da, I have business"

"Oui, me as well."

"Goodbye."

The other countries filed out of the room, leaving America standing there holding Israel, who had stopped crying as soon as Germany left. Italy stopped at the door and ran back over to the two brothers. He gave Israel a little kiss on the head.

"There, there,' he said. Israel smiled. Italy looked up at America.

"Hey, what's his human name gonna be anyways?"

"What do you mean?" asked America curiously.

"Ve~ Well you're Alfred Jones and I'm Felinciano, he's gotta have a human name too!"

"Oh! Hmmmm…' America thought for a moment, "Israel is a human name already, so I'll just call him Izzy for short."

Italy beamed at that, "Ve~ okay! I like the sound of that! Ciao, Izzy! Ciao, America!" With that, the Italian ran out the door.

"I'll give you a human last name later,' said America, "once I find the right one." His eyes traveled over to Germany's cap. He sighed and picked it up.

"And hopefully you two will be able to get along," he said. With that, he walked out of the room with Izzy, leaving the room empty.

Well, sorta.

"That baby sure was cute," said Canada in his small voice, "I wish I could have held him."

"Who're you?" said the little white polar bear on his lap.

"I'm Canada!"

On a side note, America settled on the last name Ben-Yehuda

A/N

Whew! Lot going on in this chapter! Explanation time!

Translations:

German: Bitte=please nein=no Ich weiss= I know es tut mir Leid= I'm sorry Guten Tag= good day/hello kleine=little one das kind= the child Danke= thank you

Italian: Si= yes ciao= hi/bye Germania= Germany (not to be confused with the Himarya character of Germania)

French: Mon ami= my friend petite= little one oui= yes

Russian: Privet= hello da= yes

Chinese: Ni hao= hello

Israel's cowlick: represents Tel Aviv

Tel Aviv: Aka the White city, aka the city that never sleeps, aka the Hill of Spring, aka the biggest little city in the world (lots of akas). Very very important Israeli city, right on the Mediterranean coastline. Nearly a quarter of the Jewish population of Israel lives here. It's a very metropolitan and technically advanced city. I based a lot of Israel's character on the Tel Avivans, which I'll explain later. I'll certainly go more into depth about this city as well. It's kind of like Hebrew New York with less crime.

On a side note; since Jerusalem is a disputed city, only South Sudan recognizes it as Israel's capital, all other countries have their embassies in Tel Aviv.

Israels human name: Israel Ben-Yehuda. For the first name, well, nobody ever accused America or me of being creative with names.

The last name, Ben-Yehuda is taken from Eliezer Ben-Yehuda. A very famous man from Israel who is responsible for the revitalization of the Hebrew language. He attempted to unify Jews by bridging the barrier between Yiddish (traditionally spoken by European Jews) and languages of the Ladino Jews of North Africa, Spain and the Middle East. There was once a time when Hebrew had died out in that no one spoke it anymore, Mr. Ben-Yehuda managed to learn it and his sons were the first Israelis whose mother tongue was Hebrew in over a hundred years. Now millions of Israelis, Jews and non-Jews worldwide speak Hebrew.

Funny story about Mr. Ben-Yehuda: Several years ago, the grave of Mr. Ben-Yehuda was desecrated with graffiti. Israelis were furious but his family was fine with it. Why? Because the graffiti was in Hebrew!

England: Before the split of Palestine and Israel went into effect, the British ran that territory. In fact it was called the British Mandate of Palestine. The British helped keep order for awhile, then they left and, well, we'll see what happens…

Germany: The war changed a lot but it didn't change any country more then the country it started from. The Germans were ashamed of what they had done and never wanted that to happen again. They sort of went on an honor finding crusade. They went from militaristic to pacifistic, they didn't want to fight, they avoided war like hell, and they outlawed any sign of Nazism. They didn't salute the flag or Fatherland like they used to. They really changed and throughout my series, I'm going to show you examples and tell you what happened to the Germany after the war in relation to the Jews. This series isn't just about my OCs, y'know.

Speaking of which…

Responding to reviews!:

Animel Canadia: Then does this connect at all to 'the Son'? Great story :)

Thanks for the review, Animel Canadia! As for your questions, no, this series is very much different from the son though there are many similarities (as you'll see later on). In fact, The Son was sort of an alternate version of this series that I came up with and wrote while I was finishing this series, so while its not canonly connected to the Son there are plenty of similarities.

Russia turned Israel against Germany: After the war, many Jews and Israelis were understandably not very pleased with the Germans. As such, many took up Soviet claims that West Germany was not a "New Germany" as it was claimed to be, but a fascist state (not true) where former Nazis ran the show (true, many ex-nazis did hold positions of power after the war's end.)

Israel's race: I had trouble deciding weather Israel should be Arabic (because of its significant Arab population and the fact that it's concentrated in an Arabic area) or Caucasian (because many of the Jewish settlers were from Europe) so I just decided to mix him since Israel is a pretty racially integrated society. He's slightly more European, though (which is why he has blue eyes like Germany's.)

Israel has Germany's eyes: I'll further explain why in a later chapter.

Izzy is cute: to give you an idea of how cute little Israel is, Italy just called him cute. Italy.

Germany & Italy: what's going on with those two? I'll explain in a later chapter.

Disclaimer: I guess now is as good a time as ever to say that if by the time I post this, something has changed in the actual series, a character has been added, a relationship has changed or such…

Sorry, this is my series. Pre-written.

Germany and the three boys: after the war, "German" became interchangeable with "nazi." There was so much anti German sentiment that there was a German diaspora from the east to West Germany.

Germany and Israel: Will Israel ever be willing to befriend Germany?! Will Germany ever stop being so damn awkward around a Jewish person?! To answer the latter: no. But find out the answer to the first in another chapter on the Authors series!

But first! Some unadulterated cuteness…

(By the way I'll be updating every Monday and Friday so check up again on Friday!)