A/N- Rain here! I just really would like to thank all of the reviewers of this story... and I do love you all! This chapter is LONG, I'm sorry- it was too short to be two chapters and yeah. Anyways, thanks! Mwah!


"Go on, Prussia." Hungary pokes me on the small of my back, encouraging me to move inside the room where I know there will be a long table surrounded by chattering, laughing, screaming nations.

Living nations.

"I... I can't." I turn back around.

Hungary slaps me across the face. "Come on, Prussia. Be a man. Be an awesome man."

"Ow. I'm glad that wasn't your frying pan." I rub my cheek, wincing.

"A frying pan? Oh, that gives me an idea!" Her green eyes light up. I sigh. In the 'Real World', I hated her (okay, we were kinda friends- I don't know), but now, it's so nice to have someone familiar, not just familiar but with the same personality.

"Fine," I grumble, pushing open the door slowly. Hundreds of eyes look up.

"Sorry we're late," Hungary grumbles. "Got held up at Kansai."

"Sit down, Prussia," Austria says, nodding towards the chair next to him. He sounds civilized, but his eyes are filled with that all-too-familiar rivalry. I really want to hug him and scream, "Hey, oh my God, hey," but I resort to sitting down next to him and refusing to draw attention to myself. But I'm pretty sure only Russia and Hungary know, though, so I should be safe there.

"Um..." There's an awkward silence.

And I realize: Germany's not here. There's no organization to the meeting.

"Right!" I stand up and clap, laughing like I know what's going on. "You all... um... so what's up?"

Japan frowns. "I am not so happy about hosting this Meeting, Prussia-san. Especially with America-san here."

"You're thisclose to a declaration of war, Japan," America hisses. For the first time I notice Russia, seated next to America. Russia leans down and says something to America, and the North American nation shuts his mouth and glares an icy stare at Japan.

I don't know how it starts, but suddenly everyone's yelling and screaming, people coughing up their drinks and glaring at each other.

"What war?" I ask Hungary.

"Oh... oh dear," she mutters. "America's all riled up because now that he's a crashed country, he's convinced Japan's going to take him over." She rolls her eyes. "Bullshit."

"But what about Hiroshima Na-" I break off, staring at her expectantly.

"Hiroshima-Nagasaki still happened," she says dully. "So you know that much."

"I... that's not..." I can't hear myself think in this racket.

"SHUT UP!" I scream. I guess I do have some of the screaming-gene Germany does, because everyone shuts up and stares at me.

Romano spits something out from the other end of the table. "You've no right to speak, you old Prussian bastard. Who's the one turning to Stefan? It's like the Netherlands turning to drug-"

"Shut it," hisses Denmark warily.

I feel an overwhelming urge of sadness. Everyone looks different, tired and more worn out, exhausted. They look how I feel.

"I didn't go to Stefan," I say evenly. "Shut your stupid mouth before you accuse the awesome me of stuff like that."

"That's right, Romano," growls Belarus. "He didn't go to Stefan. He went to Russia."

"But what about the agreement?" Ukraine murmurs.

"Wh- what? What agreement?" I turn to Hungary, but she looks away from me.

More whispers. I feel the crowd slipping from my control.

"Oh, you all are useless too!" I scream.

"Fuck off!"

"No, you shut up!"

So many accusations- America yelling at Japan, China siding with his 'little brother', Belarus screaming curse words at me, Hungary trying to defend me, Austria telling her to stop being so ditzy, Romano and Denmark in an argument about the Netherlands- everyone has someone to blame, and it makes me sick, sick beyond belief.

Hungary was right.

War is coming. So I leave.

"On a scale of one to ten, how normal was that Meeting?"

"Not normal at all," Hungary said, wiping tears from her eyes. The arguing got pretty bad, and people were starting to stand up and leave, shouting obscenities as they left the room.

"How long do you think we have until the war?"

Hungary shrugs. "I don't know."

"If I were dead, this wouldn't be happening..."

"You can't think like that."

"Prussia. Wait!" I stop and look over my shoulder to see Russia running after me.

"No. Walk faster," I whisper to Hungary, but she doesn't move.

Russia catches up to me, breathing heavily. "Prussia. I'm sorry. Did you go to Germany's"-

"I did," I say evenly. "I didn't see Stefan. Relax, stupid Commie."

"Let him worry," Hungary says. "It's cute. I totally ship you guys."

"Hungary!" Russia sighs.

That's funny, Hungary. You can't ship us. You wouldn't dare. That would be considered an ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP.

At least, in the 'real world,' it would. Wouldn't it?

"Prussia? You're spacing out," Hungary says.

I shake my head. "You should probably get back to your precious America." I can't stop the hate that creeps into my voice, toxic and accusing.

"Wh- are you jealous?" Russia asks.

"No, of course not," I spit. "Why would I be jealous of America? He has a failing nation, poor, starving children, and it's all my fault, somehow." I cross my arms and keep walking. Russia and Hungary look at each other and follow.

"Prussia, I didn't mean"- Hungary begins, but I shake my head.

"Shut up, Hungary. First off, I want you guys to tell me everything. Everything that happened in the war, who's got a grudge against me, who's got a grudge against each other... everything. And what was that agreement Ukraine was talking about?"

"Oh." Russia sighs. "Let's get something to eat first."

"Y-yeah. I think that would be a good idea," Hungary says.

"Then let's find a good place to eat," I growl. "You two have a lot of explaining to do."


Of course the time wasn't really appropriate to be sharing weird Japanese food I had never heard of with a Russian and a Hungarian, but when is being a nation ever really convenient?

"I don't like chopsticks," Russia says.

"Oh, well, we're in Japan," Hungary mutters. "Cry me a river." It's strange, hearing nations talk to Russia like this. Everybody knows he's powerful, yes, but they're not scared of him in the way they were in my world.

"Whatever," I say. "Speak, you two. Who wants to go first?"

"He can," Hungary says, pointing at Russia. "After all, you saw him first, didn't you!"

"Da," Russia says. "I don't know how to explain, Prussia. Germany was dissolved. You know that."

"In place of me?"

"I... I guess so," he says. "Also a lot of countries are sort of scared of you. Oh! And the agreement my older sister mentioned... well, you weren't supposed to be allowed to come near me."

"Why not?" I ask, swallowing a mouthful of rice.

"Because America and Belarus agreed it," Hungary says.

I snort. "Oh, so I didn't get any say in the matter?"

"But you did," Russia insists. "There was a small dispute between you and Belarus. She and America won. You'll find she's even creepier to you than almost anybody else."

"And everyone's scared of me?" I verify.

"Da."

"Why?"

Hungary hesitates. "Because they're scared you'll hurt them."

"Like I did to America?"

Russia nods. Hungary turns to Russia. "He has almost all of his history right, I think, before World War Two. When did you say you died, Prussia?"

"1947." The words feel strange. "But the war was different."

"Different how?" Russia asks.

I pause. He was a major part of it. How history can even exist without that part, I'm not sure. "Well... you-" I'm cut off as the doors of the small restaurant swing open. My back is to the door, but Hungary and Russia's faces freeze. Hungary looks surprised, Russia terrified.

"Hey?" I turn around slowly, and-

Hungary's tea falls and I hear the shattering of glass, but I don't register it.

Because the second her eyes meet mine, I know shit's about to go down.

It's Belarus.

"This is great," Hungary whispers. "Real great."

"Wait, Belarus, you're-" Russia begins. Belarus pulls a knife out of her pocket, and I barely duck out of the way before the sharp silver blade implants itself in the wall, barely missing my head.

"H-hey!" I hear people screaming now, watching us, calling for help.

"Stay away from my Nii-san," she hisses. "Stay away, Prussia."

"I'm sorry," Russia says.

"It's broken," Belarus says, fury in her voice.

"W-what's broken?" I look over at Hungary, but her green eyes are terrified and furious. "Russia, you idiot! How does Belarus know Prussia was in your house? Idiot! Idiot!"

Belarus storms out of the restaurant, and I pry the knife from the wall. "What's broken?" I insist.

"The agreement is broken," Russia says. "You broke your agreement with America and Belarus to not come near me."

"I didn't know!" I protest. "I woke up in your house- wasn't it okay? So what happens now that the agreement or what shit is broken?"

"Well, Prussia." Hungary's fingers drum the table nervously. "They're going to declare war on you."