A/N: Okay, I planned out how I'm going to cram the chapters together. I'll write about Korea, China and a surprise OC (again) after this chapter. (OC hint: male Asian nation, really, really, really tiny on the map, so tiny you wouldn't see it, laid-back street-boy sort of character. Again, please refer to my letter fic for more hints.), probably being workers somewhere, Ashe and Italy, one filler chapter with the original OCs (Yuka, Hana and Keiji) *SPOILER* and they find Port and Indo, after that I'll write about Katherine, Germany and the surprise OC and I'll do the requests for DreamerLoverHaterKillerMolder, Lily and America, Russia and yet another surprise OC (which I still have to think about).
How's that? Expect to have lots of surprise OCs in the future. Try to guess this chapter's surprise OC and the last chapter's surprise OC. Contest for guessing are open until they make an appearance. ^^ Oh, and Czech and Slovakia are up for grabs! (sister and brother respectfully)
(OC P.O.V)
"Daddy? Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling beside my father.
My father hardly blinked. His watery grey eyes were fixed into emptiness. I patted his lap again, hoping to jostle some reaction from him. Daddy looked a little startled, and he turned at me. He gave me a weary smile and his bony fingers interlocked with mine.
"I'm okay, dear. I'm alright."
But Daddy looked far from okay. He was getting thinner by the day. His hair was turning silver despite his age and he looked like a skeleton in baggy clothes. I squeezed his hand comfortingly. Just then, I heard a soft voice coming from the kitchen doorway.
"Is your father okay?"
I managed a smile and nodded at Philippines. "Yes, Gabriella."
Philippines smiled as she walked forward, carrying a tray of cups. She gave one to my father. My father blinked as he accepted the drink.
I'm Conny, age 15 this year. I'm a high school student and I live with my Daddy and Gabriella, who's the personification of the nation, Philippines. Philippines survived the meteorite that hit Earth 500 years ago because she was sealed in a box dug deep underground, just like the other nations, and the meteorite didn't exactly destroy the Earth.
My intention to purchase the Gabriella Unat was to have someone look after Daddy while I was at school. My mother died just slightly over a year ago, and before that it was Mum, a housewife, who would look after Daddy. Daddy's really ill, so he needs care. I used to be really worried for Daddy when I'm at school because there was no one around to look after him. But now, since I got Philippines, a Filipino and I heard Filipinos were hard-working and often took the roles of caretakers, things got a little better. Philippines is like my big sister, and she looks after me and Daddy. She really cares for us a lot.
I watched as Daddy sips his water, before slowly setting it down. I saw his eyes droop, before fully closing. It seemed that Daddy had slipped off into his daily afternoon nap. Philippines sighed softly.
"What's wrong? Do you miss your siblings?" I asked worriedly. Philippines smiled a little.
"I suppose I do. I wonder how Indo-chan and my two Kuyas are doing…"
I patted Philippines' arm. "They'll be okay."
But Philippines looked distracted. She must be really concerned about them, I thought. From the stories Philippines told me, she and her three closest siblings seemed to be one of those fun families who always had something to laugh, joke or get mad about. Philippines told me all about how her younger sister Indonesia fought fiercely for her freedom, how her eldest brother got transferred from one coloniser to the next, and how her other brother impressed his former coloniser simply by cooking an easy, local dish. They seemed to get along well.
Philippines turned her gaze outside. She's missing home. I could tell.
I had made a promise to her that we would find her siblings and then they could all be happy. I don't intend to break that promise. It's the only way to bring the world back to the state it was.
"Prussia, Prussia!"
"Wha-?" Prussia blinked. He looked around. He was surrounded by large windows and sunlight streamed into the corridor. Hung on the walls were paintings of famous German warriors and dangling from the ceiling was a golden chandelier. Prussia looked down. He realised he was wearing his old military uniform, the one with the cape, the dress shirt, pants and boots, and not his modern Prussian-blue uniform.
"Mein Gott," he murmured under his breath. "This is…"
"Hey, Bruder! Didn't you hear me calling?" Prussia heard a voice. He snapped up and saw Hesse grinning back at him. His brother pulled a face. Prussia laughed nervously.
"Yeah, what's up, Hesse?"
"Brandenburg was wondering if you would like to join us for a drink this evening," Hesse said. "You know, it's Bavaria versus Saxony tonight!"
"Whoa, seriously?" Prussia exclaimed, his eyes wide in disbelief. No freaking way! The prankster jackass against the serious and studious warrior? This was not a beer battle to miss.
"Kesesesese, tell Bran that I'll be joining you guys!" Prussia said. Hesse laughed.
"Okay then! I'd better get going now, or my boss will rant at me again," Hesse sighed. "See you this evening, Bruder!"
"See ya!" Prussia waved. He smirked. Phew, no missing the alcohol showdown tonight! Prussia smiled as he turned and instinctively walked down the corridor. He made another turn and opened the first door that greeted him. It was the door that led him outside. He couldn't help but chuckle softly when he saw his youngest brother, directly related to him, out in the courtyard, sleeping under the sun. Prussia walked forward and looked at his brother, before kneeling down. He snaked his neck forward so that his mouth was just next to his brother's right ear, and said, "Boo."
"GAH! GOTT ERBAME!" Berlin yelped. He turned and frowned slightly when he saw Prussia laughing next to him.
"Mein Gott, Bruder! Stop that!" Berlin said, poking Prussia with the back of his sword. "What's so funny about me taking a nap after practice?"
"The reaction when the awesome me wakes you up," Prussia replied. Berlin sighed, but he was grinning.
"You never cease to entertain me, Bruder," Berlin said. He rubbed the back of his head.
"Hey, that's what your Bruder does!" Prussia replied cheerfully as he ruffled Berlin's soft brown hair. Berlin mock-pouted, his unusual pair of eyes, consisting of one violet eye and one crimson eye, fixed on Prussia. Prussia laughed again, and this time, Berlin laughed along too. Prussia threw one arm around Berlin's shoulders and hugged him, their joyful laughter filling the air. Prussia felt his spirits soar, just by being around his brother.
"Bruder… Ich liebe dich…" Prussia murmured in his sleep.
Spain frowned. "France… He's tearing…"
France came over and realised Spain was right. Bright tears were flowing down Prussia's cheeks, and his teeth were gritted. France frowned as he rubbed Prussia's shoulder. "Hey, monsieur, you alright?"
Prussia whimpered. "Bruder… You two… you better be okay…"
A/N: The last part was a dream, BTW. Poor Prussia. His brothers are: Hesse, Saxony, Bavaria, Brandenburg and Holstein. Holstein isn't mentioned here though. The last brother, and most probably youngest next to Germany, is Berlin.
