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Native America looked up at her oldest son with pity. His fists were clenched and he glared at her. She wasn't the least bit surprised. Bear Heart was lonely until Star Eyes came, although he would never admit it. That and Native America had always suspected that Star Eyes had everything Bear Heart didn't and vice versa. They were truly two halves of the same person and country.

'They have grown to depend on each other so much,' Native America thought to herself.

When the silence became unbearable Native America watched a blonde haired man walk in front of Bear Heart.

"Excuse me, mademoiselle, we are confused and would very much like to-"

"I know what you want!" She growled and glared daggers at the blonde man.

He took an unsteady step back. She smirked and decided it was best to get the past behind them. Even though she hated these people for brainwashing her sons, she had to tell all of them this.

"Bear Heart will you help me to the fire pit please?"

Bear Heart stood there and, after glaring for another minute, helped her out of the bed and towards the glass wall. Unlatching it Native America breathed in the fresh air with relief. She wobbled slightly on her own towards a buffalo hide that was beside the fire pit.

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Matthew stared his mother in confusion for a moment when it finally sunk in what she was about to do. He ran back into the room to grab a deerskin pouch. As he was walking back he realized the other nations were still standing awkwardly by the door.

"She won't hurt you now. For her a campfire is a place of sharing and peace. But you probably shouldn't talk much, just in case." The nations nodded and followed Matthew outside to the now lit pit. Handing her the pouch Matthew sat on her left and she motioned for the other nations to sit around the fire in a circle. Matthew noticed Kiku and Ludwig taking notes rapidly as the conversation progressed.

"Nations, lease stay silent as I tell you why exactly Star Eyes-" Native America started to say.

"He said he thought he was going to die." Matthew cut in.

Native America gave him a slight nod and then continued.

"I am going to tell you all a story, if you are silent and listen then you will realize what exactly is going on."

"Ve~ I'm scared Ludwig!"

"T-The awesome me is not s-scared!"

"Bruder! Feliciano! Stop grabbing me!"

"I am excited, aru."

"Native America-sama, please tell us what is wrong with Alfred-chan."

Matthew felt the urge to face palm but fought it back. Realizing the two, strangely silent, countries sitting next him were looking at the ground and hadn't said a word since Francis had been growled at. Matthew was about to ask what was wrong when Native America started her story. She opened her pouch and taking out a pinch of dust threw it on the fire.

"Long ago, a nation, whose name has been forgotten, had a vision." The smoke that billowed from the impact of the dust on the fire turned into an image of a man.

"After being rejected he drew his vision, he was determined to find a way to help the nation it was about. Unfortunately, he entered a war and was severely injured." The smoke changed into a battlefield, then a picture of a man on the ground with a spear in his heart.

"The nation told the only person who was with him at the time." A small child appeared beside the man as he laid on the ground.

"He told the child where to find his record of the prophecy and said to 'hide it,' the child stayed with the old man until he died." The smoke showed a close up of the man's face, his eyes slowly closed and his hand fell from the child's.

"The man disappeared, like all nations do when they die. The child followed the directions she was given and came upon a cave." The smoke changed into an image of the child outside a huge black hole, the cave.

"This child went in, she eventually found the drawings on the cave walls. There were not many and the child understood the drawings perfectly. The first drawing was of the nation child, with bright blue eyes that seemed to hold stars in them and a single strand of hair that reached for the sky." The smoke changed into a picture of a little child with a cowlick sticking up and wide eyes that had little stars in them.

The nations gasped as they recognized the little figure in the smoke, even if the whole thing was gray.

"The second showed the child being taken care of by another nation." The smoke shifted to show a man cradling the little nation then both playing together in a wide meadow.

"The third showed the nation in his teenage years…fighting the nation that took care of him. As the younger nation walked away he was taking the first steps to find the vision that would cause his demise." The smoke swirled into a scene of two nations fighting each other. After a fierce battle the one who pointed the gun at the other collapsed on the ground. The other one slowly walked away, once he was out of view it showed him collapsing on the ground and coughing up blood.

"W-" Arthur started to say. Matthew slapped his hand over his mouth. Arthur turned to him with a glare, Matthew just shook his head silently.

"As the nation who fought his caretaker and overcame all the obstacles in his early years, he the clock started ticking; for example, after his country almost split he was coughing up blood for hours." The image shifted again to show the nation coughing up blood, as the images progressed, the amount of blood that the nation coughed up increased.

"The nation told no one, he knew no one would believe him. They would have thought he was just trying to get attention. That and it only happened after his country went through a struggle." The image showed the nation reaching out to another nation that had a long strand of hair sticking out with a curl in the middle and a bear hugged in his arms. As the nation reached out the nation with the bear turned away in disgust and walked away. As he left he didn't notice the other nation fall to his knees and cover his face.

"When the nation realized this, he decided he wouldn't get involved with other nations outside of trade. Until, of course, what all of you would call the World Wars. As he was coughing up the blood from attacks to his home land, his soul burned with anger and he joined the World Wars." The smoke swirled to show the nation on the ground gripping his heart, his head lifted and even if it was just smoke, the nation's anger and determination were clearly shown in the eyes, as were the way the stars in the nation's eyes dimmed a little.

"After you all got to know him better, your opinion of him lowered and lowered. Soon all the nations saw was a hamburger loving fool with too much power and not enough seriousness. After he and his people were continuously called fat, he quit eating. The less he ate the more blood came out, this was a shock to him because he hadn't coughed any blood in a long time. And still he told no one." The smoke swirled to show a scene from a meeting a few years ago. As Alfred was leaving the other nation's faces turned hateful and they were clearly seen whispering and glaring at the retreating figure's back.

"Throughout his whole life he smiled, he smiled then, he is smiling now and…he will smile in the future." The other nations had a wide range of looks on their faces, from guilt to anger. They semmed to take a moment to realize that Native America had stopped talking. She gently nudged Matthew who got up to grab more firewood.

"You may speak for a moment," she said.

"What was with the blood, aru?" Everyone was shocked to hear China as the first one to speak up.

"That was part of the vision." That was it, very short, unsatisfying answer. Matthew showed up again and threw a few more logs on the fire and put the rest behind him in a small pile.

"Before we begin, why would Al ever think that I wouldn't listen to him, eh?" Native America turned and looked him in the eyes.

"Do you blame your brother for out shining you?"

"Well-"

"Do you hate him for out shining you in everything?"

"I-"

"Do you want to punish him for taking all the glory for things you did?"

"I could never-"

"Bear Heart, don't speak if all you are going to say is lies. Silence is better than insulting another person."

Matthew slowly closed his mouth and, after looking at Native America, looked at the ground, using his hair as a curtain to hide his face.

"Now, this is the part that all of you wanted to know about, what did these drawings show?"

As the fire started once again, Native America grabbed another pinch of dust and threw it into the fire, the smoke rose again, this time though, it was purple.

"The vision said that when the nation turned three hundred years old, or he found the drawings his fate would be sealed. The nation would die." The smoke swirled to show, now they all recognized him as Alfred, walking into the same pitch black hole as the little girl from the beginning. Alfred stumbled in and eventually he had a lighter lit and was staring at the drawings covering the walls. He dropped the lighter after looking at the first one. Alfred walked from the left to the right, looking closely at the drawings with the little light available to him.

"The drawings said that the nation with star eyes and cowlick would die when he was most disliked, which would definitely be before his three-hundredth birthday. The other nations had three different paths to choose from after he died. They could celebrate and dance on his grave." The smoke swirled to show the nations having a party and then changed to show them trashing Alfred's grave.

"They could try and bring the nation back to life," The smoke swirled to show a coffin in the center of a circle with the other nations standing in a circle. The circle started glowing and the coffin glowed and then slowly opened.

"The last option is probably the hardest. This is the one where the nations merely spend time with the dying nation. They stay with him until his last breath, trying to make up for lost time." The smoke shifted again to show Alfred eating in a conference room with the whole world, literally. All the nations were there, the ones he didn't know, the ones that hated him and the one's that he knew very well.

"But no matter what you choose," the smoke swirled into another scene, this one of Alfred in a bed of flowers with his eyes closed and his body relaxed, "he will die, nothing can stop that."

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