Note fron the authors: Sorry this chapter took so long to get up everyone. It's very long! A good 20 pages and full of some great action and character development. As such, it took us forever to edit it. I hope it was worth the wait!

~Spotofpaint and Artiluna55

Chapter 9

The World Meeting

Canada was feeling guilty for having shoved his boyfriend into his brother, and the resulting injury that had been caused. As such Canada carefully tended to Prussia's black eye. He fussed over his boyfriend which was something Prussia didn't mind. He was still recovering from being cut off from his boyfriend for a number of long, horrendous hours. The albino liked having Canada within arm's reach again.

Germany had waited for as long as he could for his brother to come out on his own, but when the taxi he had called arrived he had to go fetch his older brother and tell him it was time to go in a minute. Canada walked to the front of the house and gave his boyfriend an ice pack for the trip back to Germany's house, and he walked with his boyfriend to the taxi.

The trip had gone nothing like anyone had originally planned, and as a result Germany had no luggage and most of Prussia's things were still back at Canada's house. Canada offered to mail Prussia's things back, but Prussia simply said he'd collect them on his next trip over. With a hug and an awkward kiss because Canada was not so enthusiastic to kiss in front of Germany, Britain, and America who were all staring; Canada and Prussia said goodbye. Then throughout the day all of the nations departed from America's home. Canada was the last to leave, and he stood just beside his car as he waited for his brother to hurry up and join him on the drive back to his house up North.

After everyone was gone and Alfred was in the car with his brother, he called the construction company and gave them permission to completely demolish his house. Then rebuild it just as it was…without a second floor.

Once that order of business was taken care of, Alfred did his duty as an older brother and proceeded to be annoying and bothersome to Canada. Sometimes he was bothersome on purpose, other times quite by accident, just by being himself. America was an annoyance throughout the car ride to the Canadian border. Then the car ride to Canada's house. Then once the twins arrived at Canada's house, America immediately complained about the cold. Then he complained about the snow. Then the small size of Matthews's house compared to his own. Then he whined that there was no coffee, and nothing good on TV, and no video games to play.

No, he didn't want to read a book. Books were for nerds. No he didn't want to play hockey because Canada always won. No, he didn't want to go outside and build a snowman, it was way too frigid. No he didn't want pancakes, he wanted a burger.

Granted, his entire trip couldn't be entirely horrible. He did enjoy spending time with his younger brother, and Matthew did enjoy spending time with Alfred too. Unfortunately, after several days together, both of them were pretty fed up with one another, as how it seems to go with family. And so, after one too many noogies and pranks from Alfred, who honestly was trying to have fun and cheer his brother up, the more northern of the twins was ready to get to the world meeting so that Alfred could just get on a plane and go back home to America where he belonged.

The two had to endure another long car ride to the airport, then another insufferable plane trip across the sea in order to get to the world meeting. But finally, the twins arrived. The two stepped in through the doors of the meeting room together, something that they had never done before. It may have come as a surprise to a few of the other countries, especially certain countries that perhaps had taken notice of Canada's usual isolation, and perhaps may have been planning to use it to their advantage in some way.

"What up bitches? Let's get this party started!" America cried as the twins entered, making his usual grand entrance, only this time, his brother close at his elbow.

Starting up his usual routine as a social butterfly, America began skimming his way through the room, chatting up the other countries, but only the ones he liked. But when it would come time for the meeting to begin, he would once again be at his brother's side, ever present, and oddly very mindful of him, despite the bad jokes and the slaps across Canada's back which appeared painful, but all the same were meant as a gesture of brotherly love. It was definitely a change in the super powers usual habits.

Canada scanned the meeting room. His indigo eyes were looking around for a certain someone. He wasn't surprised when he didn't see Prussia. The albino had no business being there after all. They probably hadn't let him this far into the building since he wasn't a nation anymore. Prussia hadn't been a part of these meetings for years, but Canada felt his heart sink a bit. He'd wanted to see his boyfriend. He assumed Prussia was outside somewhere, and with that thought he quickly felt his spirits lift. He could get a moment of peace from his brother and go see his boyfriend. He only needed to ask Germany where Prussia was waiting on their first break.

However, his thoughts of reunion were rudely interrupted as his brother spotted him and hurried over after his initial round of greetings with his fellow nations.

"Sup bro? This meeting rooms smaller than the last one yeah? It can hardly contain my awesomeness!" America quickly slapped him across the back once again, affectionately, but all the same, far too roughly.

Matthew shot America a sideways glare; but, just like he had thought, his glare did nothing to stop his brother's rough antics. A second later Canada felt himself looking around the room at everyone. Normally no one would be looking his way. He was used to no one ever looking his way, but it seemed like today every nation was staring at him.

He felt a bit startled when he looked up and found Britain, France, Germany, Japan, Russia, and even China staring, and those were just the familiar nations. At lease Italy is still staring at Germany, he thought to himself. As he kept glancing around the room he was aware that the new brotherly interactions between himself and America were drawing attention of a lot more nations.

Everyone who had no knowledge of the previous incident was wondering why America was being so interactive at his brother's side. It had to be an odd sight. Matthew was usually invisible at these meetings after all. He'd wanted to get more involved at these meetings, but his brother's behavior was drawing him attention for all the wrong reasons.

"Can you please calm down?" Matthew found himself requesting in his quiet tone, but as usual it seemed his brother hadn't heard him as he was already turning to tell Spain a joke.

Go figure. Matthew rolled his eyes. He was really on his last straw with Alfred. As the last few days had passed Canada discovered that the longer he was in close proximity to his brother the more he wanted to whack the over pretentious American with a hockey stick. He didn't know how much longer he could handle his twin.

Lost in thought for the first half of the meeting he was eager when the first break came. He was bubbling with excitement when Britain and France walked over. When Britain started talking to America about the state of America's economy Canada saw an opportunity to go and find Prussia. Of course the moment he went to walk away America noticed, but Canada raised his hands halting his brother.

"I'm going to find Gilbert. I want to talk to him. You stay here. I'll be right back." Britain of course saw the look on Canada's face and could tell that Canada was a bit unhappy with his brother's constant presence. He thought it would be a good time to let Matthew go off alone. The break was only for 30 minutes anyway. Britain reached out taking a hold on America's shoulder to draw the younger nation's attention towards him.

"America let him go. I still need to talk to you."

But Alfred really just couldn't help but to be worried as he watched his brother leave. He may have been really good at keeping up pretenses, but that horrible day around a week ago was still haunting him. He was still having bad dreams…it was hard not to when he'd seen his own dead body strewn out on the floor before him…and no amount of joking or a carefree attitude seemed to make that go away. Lifting his eyes from his seat at the table, he looked up to Britain who stood just next to him.

"But…Russia's here Arthur…" he said quietly so none of the other countries would overhear. And Arthur, in seeing his son's face, could truly tell how worried he really was. America may have put up a front most of the time, but at least with Matthew and Arthur, he sometimes let it slip. Arthur felt for him, but knew that Matthew needed some time alone or he'd go crazy, and the Brit certainly didn't need a phone call about the two of them fighting in any serious type of way.

"You should be more concerned about your country right now," Arthur suggested, purposefully changing the subject. "You've been ignoring your duties. Aren't you the least bit worried about the fiscal cliff America's approaching?"

Alfred winced. Of course he was worried about the stupid fiscal cliff. It was all anyone in America was talking about since the elections were over. Even though his head hadn't really been in the game the past few weeks, he wasn't completely blind to the major problems his country was now facing. Even being away, he'd been taking plenty of phone calls from his boss…a worried, overtired, stressed boss, who was doing everything he could to avoid said cliff.

"Congress is working on it ok? Neither side of the aisle wants us to go over the cliff. We're doing what we can. You and your European friends can stop wigging out. This is America we're talking about here. We're stronger than that."

Alfred hadn't meant to be so short with Arthur. He knew he was just concerned, but…he was still so worried about Matthew. And of course, Arthur was right. It was hard to worry about two things at the same time. Maybe he wasn't working as hard as he should have been on the economy since all of his attention was on his brother.

America sighed, resting his chin in his hand. He certainly didn't want any of the other countries noticing or questioning his lack of attention to details as of late. Hopefully they were all too absorbed in themselves or each other, as usual, to take notice. But as he looked out across the meeting hall, Alfred immediately saw a difference in a few of them.

Germany certainly was paying closer attention than usual. Which was hard for him, since he was always so observant to begin with. But the moment he met America's eye, he casually glanced away so as not to call attention to the fact that he may have had some connection with the North American country.

With Italy there was no change. He was still fawning over Germany, oblivious to the tensions around him. No worries there. But…it was a few of the other countries America noticed that suddenly had him more worried than before.

China was glancing his way, instead of gloating to one of the younger countries about how ancient and wise he was. And as soon as their eyes met, he turned away…but not in the same manner Germany had.

Oh my God…I hope I'm just being paranoid… But he couldn't help but to hate the fact that Matthew had left the room without him. That and…

…Alfred's blue eyes widened with a touch of panic when he scanned the room a second time. There was a key player that was missing. A country that he wanted to know the whereabouts of at all times especially with Matthew out of the room.

"Arthur!" He hissed in an urgent whisper. "Where's Russia?"

"What?" Britain's eyes widened when he looked around the conference room and found the creepy vibe country was nowhere in sight. He felt his heart skip a beat. He raised his hand to his chest and forced himself to relax. Playing off his fear he simply straightened out his collar and patted at the wrinkles in his shirt.

"It's a world meeting. He probably stepped out for coffee or refreshments." He whispered back to his son. A second glance of the room did confirm that Russia was gone. It wasn't like Russia would skip the second half of the meeting. There would be no way for him to hurt Canada here. None at all. Britain reassured himself.

Then that feeling he got when he held his dead son came creeping back. That horrendous sorrow and pain, which no amount of alcohol seemed to erase. He couldn't ignore it no matter how hard he tried. That's when he looked over to the place Matthew had been sitting. There was Canada's cell phone sitting on his chair. Most likely it had fallen out of his pocket. Britain walked over to the electronic device and casually picked it up. Maybe Matthew left it behind so Alfred couldn't bother him, but it gave Britain a quick cover story. The island nation quickly walked towards the door of the conference room.

"Come on, lad. I think your brother forgot his phone. I think he went to the front entrance. Let's take it back to him."

At the front entrance of the building Matthew was happily in his boyfriend's arms. After finding a quiet area away from the eyes of any prying nations Matthew found himself smiling as he quickly kissed his boyfriend and went about forgetting all about his annoying brother. Prussia was banned to the outside stairs at the front of the building, but he was quite content to have come to the world meeting and be reunited with his boyfriend. They had only talked for a few minutes when Canada realized his cell phone was missing. The Northern twin rolled his eyes in aggravation.

"If Alfred tries to call me and can't reach me he'll have a heart attack." Canada let out a heavy sigh as he quickly came to the realization he would have to go back for his phone. He may have been fed up with his brother, but he did not want to panic America by being unreachable. He knew his brother was still haunted by the events that had taken place last week, and he did not want to traumatize America. He turned to Prussia with a sad look, "I have to go back to the meeting room. I'll be right back, Gilbert. I promise."

Gilbert smirked, "Zo when zu get back to the awezome me, I shall havz food waiting?" He pointed over to a vendor food cart that was selling street food. Prussia had taken most of the morning to explore the immediate area, and the food cart had seemed to be the most appealing food nearby.

Canada laughed as his eyes traveled to the place Prussia was pointing, "Sure. It's a date. I'll be right back." He ran back into the embassy building. He had walked through the checkpoint at the front door and was heading for the elevator when he felt a sudden chill go down his spine. Then a recognizable voice called out to him, "Comrade Matvey!"

Canada was a bit surprised when he saw Russia of all people walking up to him. That was the last person he wanted to run into.

Maple!

Where was that stupid brother of his when he needed him? Matthew laughed nervously as he stared back at Russia. His hand went up to his head and he nervously scratched at his scalp. He tried to calm his nerves and offered back a friendly hello. He tried to remind himself that nothing had happened, and Russia had done nothing wrong…yet. Still a bit nervous he looked back towards the entrance of the building, but Canada knew Prussia couldn't help with the situation. Gilbert wouldn't be able to see through the stupid tinted glass plus he was locked outside. He was looking around for anyone else he knew, but Canada was pulled out of his thoughts as Russia spoke once more.

"Can I have a vord vith you Comrade?"

"A word? Wi-with me?" Canada stuttered a bit nervously, "I was in a hurry. I left something in the conference room." He raised his hand and pointed back towards the elevator that lead up to the meeting room.

"This vill only take minute." Russia reached out grabbing Canada's wrist and started dragging him towards the building stairwell, "Ve can take this vay back to meeting room. That vay ve have time to talk."

Merde! (Shit). Matthew's mind whirled at the current situation, but he knew he had to act normal. He wanted to scream in all honesty. Even if this Russia had done nothing wrong, this was still the son of a bitch who had killed him and his brother in some future world after all. Unfortunately, there were pretences to keep up here. Russia hasn't done anything yet; Canada forced the thought through his head and tried to calm his nerves. Still Russia scared everyone; well everyone except for Alfred, but anyone with a brain was wary of the ice nation.

Russia wasn't surprised by Canada's reluctance to be with him. Canada had always been the shy and nervous type, and Canada had always been nervous when he was in his company. Russia was used to nations acting a certain way in his presence.

"I have simple question really," Russia reassured.

Matthew felt himself cursing internally again as Russia pulled him through the heavy, metal door marked stairs, and they started a long and winding path up. It was times like this he wished Alfred could be more in tune with his twin sense. Hell, if he could get a 'post-it note from his twin sense' it would've been awesome. Why didn't that twin distress thing work in reverse?

Russia smiled back at a very nervous Canada as they rounded the bend in the stairs and proceeded up. Russia had seen Prussia meandering around the building earlier in the day. He had come down to find his old friend, but he had found something else all together.

"Comrade Matvey. Are you seeing Comrade Gilbert by chance?"

Oh Maple. How in the holy maple leaf? Matthew cursed to himself. He was brought out of his self berating when Russia's smile grew larger. It freaked the Northern twin out even more. Russia's eyes closed as he smiled down at Canada, "You vere vith Comrade Gilbert, va?"

Canada found his stomach sinking. True they were hanging out together outside, but they had been careful to stay away from other nations. Did Russia mean romantically seeing Prussia or just seeing the other ex-nation as a friend perhaps? Paranoia started to sink in. Had Russia followed him? Had he been watching him? All the events of the past week came flooding back into his mind and suddenly all the things his future brother had said seemed a lot more terrifying.

"Uhh." Canada was trying to think of anything to say when Russia spun around in front of him and faced the shorter nation on the stairs. Canada suddenly felt a large amount of pressure on the wrist that Russia was still dragging him around by. Matthew felt his face start to tense from the pain.

Russia only smiled down at Canada, "I vas just curious. You seemed to be very familiar vith comrade Gilbert. Am I right?" For every word he spoke the larger nation seemed to squeeze Canada's wrist harder until the smaller nation swore something popped.

"You're going to break my wrist, Russia!" Canada yelled in his ever quiet manner as he tried to pull his hand away.

With a small laugh and a quick apology Russia dropped Canada's wrist, and Canada pulled the bruising appendage to his chest. That had seriously hurt. Canada was convinced he wouldn't be able to write anything with the throbbing appendage anytime soon. He half stared, half glared up at Russia. Then nervously he quickly looked around the empty stairwell for a place to run if he needed it. He really didn't want to attempt fighting the other nation.

"Vhy is it taking you so long. Ansver question. Is that vhy comrade America stay vith you today?" Russia smirked at his self assessment of the situation.

Canada's eyes grew larger still, "I…Alfred is a little worried. That's all. Why do you want to know a-about Prussia?" He couldn't keep the nervousness out of his voice as he spoke.

Outside Gilbert sat on the stairs leading up to the building where all the nations were gathered; he had a bag of some strange concoction in his hand. He could have cared less about what he ate. He was much more focused on who he was eating with. Having finally taken a step forward in their relationship, Prussia was eager to spend as much time as he could with his boyfriend. Not only because he liked being in Canada's presence. With all that had happened, he felt a strong need to prove his loyalty to not only Canada and Canada's family, but he needed to prove it to himself.

He knew the North American twins had a hard time with the things that the future America had told them. It had been nearly impossible for Prussia. He had to let the words of his proposed betrayal sink in. He had actually been in Germany before he had seriously thought of it again but hearing of such cowardly actions about himself was unbearable. A great nation, well former nation but still, he could never imagine a world where he would betray his boyfriend for any reason. As such he had to prove to everyone and himself just how awesome of a boyfriend he could be.

He tapped his foot on the cement as he impatiently waited to see Canada again. He couldn't start proving his awesomeness with said boyfriend being absent. With a heavy sigh he looked back up the stairs to the building and saw Britain and America come outside. He smirked their way.

"Unawezome!" He waved at them not aware anything was wrong, that was until he saw the look on America's face. The twin looked apprehensive. There were only a few things America could get so worked up about. It made Prussia's stomach sink before Britain spoke.

"Shove it Prussia," Britain quickly said. He looked around and didn't see his son, "Where's Matthew?"

Gilbert blinked in confusion and then his worry grew, "He went back to get his phone. That was minutes ago. Didn't you see him?"

Alfred felt a jolt of fear pierce his heart. He struggled not to just panic outright. Even though they weren't inside the meeting hall, the other countries were still milling about since it was break time. If any one of them saw Britain and America all worked up over something, then things could turn ugly. They weren't sure who was on Russia's side, if anyone at this point in time. It would be very bad to give away the knowledge they had of future events to the enemy by mistake.

All the same, America hadn't ever been the type to think ahead or plan things carefully. That had always been Arthur's field of expertise. No…America was much more the type to do as he felt, and act first and think about it later. And right now, he felt like running through the halls screaming his brother's name.

All the same…he didn't. He knew that could end up putting Matthew in even greater danger if there was more than one country to be wary of. All the same, even though Alfred was able to put a cap on his rising anxiety for once in his life, he couldn't keep it all hidden. Much paler than usual, and already sweating, he 'calmly' turned to Arthur.

"I'm going to go search the building," he said. And before Arthur could even object, Alfred reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll try not to call attention to the situation." And then he turned and hurried back inside.

Stifling his urge to run, he instead walked swiftly through the halls turning his gaze down every hall and every door he passed. His heart pounding from within his chest, he feared that perhaps Russia had gotten Matthew trapped somewhere, like in the bathroom, or on the roof. Having no idea if Russia could perhaps lock Canada in one of the many rooms of the government building, or even if Canada was even with Russia to begin with, all he could do was search door by door, hall by hall.

Maybe he is just in the rest room? Praying this was the case, he headed to the nearest men's room, but just as he went to push the swing door inward, it was instead pushed out and before he knew it he was face to face with China. The two countries stopped, seeing as they were in each other's way. But because of this, China had a few good seconds to take in America's appearance. His large brown eyes blinked as he took him in.

"Hey, you maybe don't look so good," he said. But of course, anyone would have been able to tell that, enemy or not. Alfred quickly tried to think up some sort of excuse for perhaps not appearing as his usual self. He quickly laughed it off, waving a hand in dismissal.

"Uh…yeah! Hurricane Sandy last week really did a number on me! Still not totally over it, man," he said awkwardly. "Err…can I get by you? I need the bathroom."

But Alfred was surprised when China didn't move aside right away. Instead, he leaned in, staring harder at the super power, his eyes quite scrutinizing. China may have been a bit shorter than America, but not much ever got passed him. He was one of those countries that were really observant…unlike himself.

"Hmm…" he mumbled. "You been acting weird all meeting. I think something may have happened other than hurricane."

Well that only made Alfred sweat more. Not really having any idea what to say, or how to get out of his sudden situation, he tried one more time for the bathroom.

"Some of us have to pee dude…" And then he simply shoved his way past, pushing China aside. China stumbled, then let out a quick huff.

"How rude!" Once inside the bathroom, Alfred quickly checked every stall. But no one was there.

Shit… His fear only escalating due to the entire China run-in, and in not finding Matthew in the bathroom, he quickly headed back out the swinging door. Luckily, China was gone. Time was ticking onward however, and he knew he only had maybe fifteen more minutes until the meeting started back up. He had to find Matt before then…or the whole world would know something was up. If both twins were a no show, it'd be super suspicious.

Turning down the hall, he started to search again. But this time…his heart only raced faster, and his fear becoming almost intolerable, it was very difficult not to call out. He did however…start to walk a little faster. And his speed picked up with each empty hallway he came upon. One by one he checked them, each hall revealing itself to be empty. Down this hall there was no Matt, then on the next, there was no brother. And by the fourth empty hallway, he was jogging. Again, no Matthew here, or there, or down this one. And by the eighth hallway, he was running.

Before he knew it, he was racing through an empty building, florescent lights shining down on him from above. There was no other life around him, only stone cold walls, and slick tiled floors. And with each passing moment of nothingness, he felt that panic he was fighting start to gain ground.

It was like living in one of the dozens' of nightmares he'd been having. Nightmares where he would just run and run and run and never find his brother.

His chest started to tighten; his breathing became shallow and labored with the ever growing fear. And after his entire search of the first floor was complete, he was ready to let that panic take over.

Coming up on the last hall, only the stairwell at the end of it, he finally gave in and cried out fearfully,

"Matthew!"

Outside the building Britain was trying to pacify Prussia. The albino was pacing and cussing and generally making a scene. Luckily they seemed to be alone, but Britain didn't want to push their luck. It was better to keep a low profile especially with all things considered.

"They zhould be back by now!"

"Calm down you git. This is not a big deal. Matthew is fine. I am positive of it." Britain said it to reassure both of them. As the minutes ticked by he was growing more concerned as well.

Prussia walked over to Britain and reached out gently placing his hand over Arthur's heart and conveniently his security badge for the embassy building. Britain might have paid more attention to Prussia's hand if the albino hadn't locked eyes with him and calmly said, "I know zu are worried too. The awezome me would be faster. America's hamburger weight is slowing himz down." Prussia stepped away from Britain and continued to pace for only a second more.

"It is a huge building, Prussia. I am sure they will be back any second." Britain closed his eyes and nodded his head. He spoke confidently, still trying to not only reassure Prussia of Canada's safety, but himself as well. Unfortunately when Britain reopened his eyes, Prussia was gone. Britain's eyes grew huge as he quickly looked around and saw Prussia running towards the embassy building.

"Ah! You wanker! Get back here!" Britain took off running after Prussia. All hopes of keeping a low profile would be ruined if Prussia caused a scene at the door of the building.

Prussia stormed into the building and ran up to the security check point. He quickly held out the security badge he'd just stolen, showing the security guard the badge while conveniently covering the picture of Britain's face. The security guard who was doing about 5 things at once waved him through without a second glance. Playing the situation as smoothly as possible Prussia took off down the halls of the building to find his missing boyfriend.

Britain had followed quickly after Prussia, stopping just in front of the security desk. He was shocked that Prussia had gotten through. He reached up to his chest pocket and went to show off his security badge when he realized it was missing from its rightful place. His green eyes widened in surprise. He spun around looking back outside the embassy doors.

Did I drop it outside?

Suddenly his eyes grew larger still as he realized the exact moment when the Prussian had stolen it. His thick eyebrows lowered knitting together in frustration as he heard Prussia barreling through the halls calling for America.

"America! Where ze hell are you! Canada!" Prussia yelled out for either sibling. Britain found himself rolling his eyes as he quickly exited the building and tried to avoid unwanted attention. At least Prussia was always one to cause scenes, so even this behavior wasn't so odd Britain thought as he walked back outside of the building.

Canada's eyes darted down the stairwell door. He and Russia had walked up a flight of the winding staircase, but he could still hear his brother calling out his name. His eyes darted from the downstairs door and then back towards Russia nervously.

"Eh. It's been nice. I should go. Alfred needs something." Canada swore his voice was even quieter when he was nervous.

Russia who was standing on a higher stair simply looked down at him with that creepy smile that made Canada's insides squirm. Taking any excuse to leave Canada went to turn and start back down the stairs when Russia reached out. He was more than a little startled when Russia's arm reached out wrapping itself around his upper shoulders and neck. It abruptly halted him, but the former communist wasn't hurting him, just thoroughly freaking him out.

"You tell my former comrade something, Da?" Russia said quietly and cheerfully into the Northern twin's ear. Matthew suddenly felt his insides freeze over as Russia whispered into his ear.

Russia who had been bent over to whisper in Canada's ear suddenly stood up straight and kept the hold he had on Matthew. The Northern twin felt his feet leave the floor as Russia easily picked him up. Matthew felt himself panic as his feet left the floor. His feet started flailing in the air trying to reach back down to the floor and with no warning he felt Russia drop him.

Because he had been flailing he was unable to correct himself from the quick drop. His feet rolled underneath him, and he felt himself tumble forward and uncoordinatedly he fell. The left side of his face met with the edge of a lower stair before he was once more flipping over and rolling to a stop at the bottom of the stairs where he laid sprawled out in pain.

Matthew let out a very loud cry as he raised his good hand to his face. A dark, purple bruise was quickly appearing below his left eye on his cheek bone. His glasses had been knocked off and were lying off on the stairs. Having smacked the left side of his face against the corner of the cement stairs a very dark purple bruise was already forming along his cheek bone and was starting to swell. As such Matthew clutched his face in pain as he tasted blood in his mouth. He'd obviously bit something inside of his mouth during the fall.

Russia blinked from his spot on the stairs and then he calmly called out in a concerned way, "Comrade Matvey. Are you alright?"

America had paused just for a moment when he heard Prussia calling his name from behind him…but then…he heard his brother scream.

"Matt!" Terrified, he burst into the stairwell just ahead of him, and when he did…he found his brother. He lay at his feet on the landing, clutching his face. Alfred spotted his glasses, scattered to the right. Alfred wasn't sure what had happened, but he could clearly see that his little brother was hurt.

"Matthew!" Immediately, he was kneeling at his side. Reaching out his hands, he very carefully and more gently than the other countries thought him capable of, touched his hands to Canada's wounded face.

He had been planning on inspecting him to see how hurt he was…but that's when he saw the droplets of blood come from his lips. Alfred's eyes widened.

Again, he had no idea how this had happened. He didn't know if Russia had punched his brother, shoved him down the stairs, or perhaps tripped him. But he did know one thing…he knew Russia had hurt his little brother. He knew this was his fault and that he'd done this on purpose.

Lifting his gaze from his twin, America's usually bright blue eyes flashed dangerously, and America was one of those countries that most didn't want to piss off. His face darkened and as quickly as a cloud coming to cover the sun, he was suddenly very treacherous looking. He let a low, fearsome growl come from the back of his throat, then he carefully rose to his feet. And once he was upright, there was no hesitation. Sight fixated on his enemy, he flew forward, feet launching him up the flight of stairs effortlessly. Without a word, and in a blind rage, he drew back his fist and slammed it forward.

There was the satisfying 'crunch' of his knuckles connecting and digging into Russia's soft flesh on the left side of his face. He started to sway backward and America moved to follow, keeping his momentum. He was fully prepared to hit him again. Too angry for words, he simply let out a furious yell as he attacked.

The first fist connected effortlessly. Russia was more than a bit surprised by America's speed up the staircase to attack him. No witty comment? No further questions about what happened? No poking at his brother for answers? America was usually one to joke off situations after all, but then again America was also quick to attack when he was riled up. Russia always forgot that even if America ate his far share of burgers he could still move pretty quickly.

Russia righted himself on the stairs. The large nation planted his feet firmly, and then the icy nation reached up quickly catching America's next fist in his hand, halting him in his attack. He still had that huge smile on his face and a fair amount of strength himself. His purple eyes momentarily glanced down the stairs when he saw Prussia kneeling by Canada's side. Russia's smile only grew as he held onto America's fist. Then he looked back at America and stared into America's eyes coldly.

"Comrade Amerika. You can see your brother today, da? That's new." Russia was used to America utterly treating his twin like he was invisible. Russia remembered a few meetings when he'd accidentally sat on the Northern twin and no one seemed to notice. Why was America being like this today?

Still holding America's hand Russia had dodged another attempted punch from the other nation. Having evaded the move Russia reached up and placed his free hand on America's face. Then using more strength than was necessary he roughly shoved the southern twin down the stairs.

Prussia who had been looking his boyfriend over and assessing his condition had looked up just in time to see what was happening. Prussia was up on his feet and running underneath the super power in order to keep him from colliding with the floor like his brother had.

There wasn't much America could do against gravity. He felt his stomach lurch into his throat as he fell, and all he could really do was hope to God that he didn't land on top of his already injured brother.

But then something odd happened; he felt someone attempt to catch him. Of course, he was too heavy and he had fallen too far, but all the same, he ended up colliding with someone and landing on that person instead of the concrete.

Having finally come to a stop, he opened his eyes to find himself…lying on top of Gilbert of all people.

"Ah!" He cried in surprise. Alfred really had never expected anyone to try and help him. Although he was social, and had quite a few allies…he really hadn't anyone who he was really close with who he could really call a friend. Other than family, that was about it. And so, when he saw Gilbert, he was genuinely surprised.

"Gilbert?" Lying on top of his brother's boyfriend, it was all he could do but to stare. "Dude, you…" but he didn't finish. Glancing back over to his brother, who was only a few feet away, his anger and determination reignited. He was still clutching his face. Tears streaming out from under his hands from the pain he was in, blood dripping from his lips.

There's no fucking way I'm letting this go! Ever! Turning back to look at Gilbert, his face drastically different, he asked him, "Are you hurt?" Gilbert shook his head 'no.' The fire within America only grew more fierce at seeing that he suddenly had an ally with him and that he didn't need to fight alone.

"Come on, Gil. Let's kick Russia's ass!" And then he pushed himself back up, and once on his feet, he reached down, clapping his palm against Gilbert's. He smoothly pulled the pale country up to his feet. Then the pair of them faced Russia together, neither of them looking happy. Both pairs of eyes glared up at the humungous country.

"You're fucking dead meat!" Alfred yelled.

Prussia took off running up the stairs before Alfred had finished yelling. America had gotten a punch in, and he wasn't about to be outdone by Alfred. Gilbert pulled his fist back and punched Russia in the gut, but this only seemed to amuse the ice nation.

Prussia had long since forgone the abilities that had come with being a nation. In truth being a dead country meant he was almost human. His large amount of strength and ability to heal through any injury had long since faded since he had lost his land. He just didn't seem to age at all. Still even with all those fact he was a good fighter and experienced. When his fist connected with his enemy, however, it did more to hurt him than it did Russia. He heard his hand crack and quickly pulled it back. Ignoring the pain and gearing up for another adrenaline filled attack. He would never admit it or let on that he thought he'd broken a knuckle. He knew he couldn't really hurt Russia even if he wanted to. It wasn't going to stop him from trying though.

"Zour fucking iron curtain iz ztill up I zee!" Prussia went to lunge forward again. Despite his discoloring hand he reached out grabbing Russia by his purple scarf and shook him, "The awzome me is going to murder you!"

"Not before me your not!" And just like that, America was at his side. Throwing his own punches, he got a good second one in. But even two on one, Russia was not a country to trifle with. A horrific wave of dingy aura seemed to perforate the air around him as he entered the fight, and even so…there was the sense that the huge nation was just toying with them, or perhaps holding back. The same creepy smile on his face as before, even after getting hit, he reached out, grabbing a hold of Prussia. Seemingly with no effort what-so-ever, he tossed the ghost nation backward and into the wall behind him. Luckily, Gilbert hit a corner and there were no stairs to fall down.

Then, turning his attention to America, he lashed out. America ducked, prepared, then came back up with an uppercut, but Russia was prepared as well. Both large countries evaded each other's blows for several more swings until Gilbert came back into the fray. Leaping onto Russia's back from behind, the albino began to strangle the largest country in the world. Seeing his opening, America threw another punch, but Russia seemed to have been waiting for this. He tossed poor Prussia over his shoulder as America came in and the super power accidentally creamed his fighting partner. With another 'crack,' Prussia was flung back into the same wall.

"Gil!" Briefly distracted, Russia took his opening and rushed in, sharply lifting a knee into America's gut. America let out a brief cry, folding in on himself, and of course, stunned by the pain left him wide open for another hit. Russia didn't waste it and immediately cracked the heel of his boot into the side of America's jaw.

With a cry, Alfred flew into the wall just next to Gilbert. Russia smirked at them.

"Perhaps you underestimate me, no?" Alfred glowered, his blue eyes just as sharp as they were when the battle began.

"Fuck no. I'm not afraid of you, and you're not as strong as you think you are! Come on Gil!" The two prepared to launch themselves at their enemy a second time, but quite suddenly, a sharp, strong, loud cry reverberated up the stairwell.

"SHTOPPEN!" All three countries froze at the sound of a new, but familiar voice. And before anyone had the chance to move or throw another punch, Germany was racing up the stairs. Quickly, and unhesitant, he threw himself between the three warring countries, lifting up his hands to each side.

"Dis is a disgrace! Ve're at a vorld meetink! A meeting designed specifically for zee purpose of helpink us solve our differencez so dat fellow countries do not fight vith von another! I can't believe ve held the meeting for you, just to find you beating zee snot out of von another! Dis is in violation of everything dese meetings stand for! You should all be ashamed of yourselves!"

Alfred looked to Germany, knowing full well that he understood what was happening. For several long seconds, Alfred didn't really grasp why he had stopped them, but then he thought he got it: he was trying to protect their cover.

Alfred smiled internally, but didn't let it reach his face. He was finding allies in all sorts of places he never expected. Germany was trying to protect them. Alfred knew he had to play along.

"Yeah…guess this jerk-off isn't worth it anyway…" he grumbled. Turning his head away, he spit out a bit of blood onto the floor. Wiping at his bruising jaw, he looked down the stairs to his brother. "I've more important things to do anyway…"

Turning away from Russia and Germany he started back down the stairs toward his injured family member.

Germany remained put; standing firm and steadfast to make sure the fight was over. He glanced after America as he headed away. He had seen in the super powers face that he understood some of the reasons behind his stopping the fight. Not only was it idiotic, and would blow there cover, but there was more to it than that.

America was the only country that didn't seem to realize how strong Russia actually was. And as such, America was in much greater danger than he ever realized. But even another greater reason Germany stopped the fight…was for Gilbert.

He glanced to his older brother. With a quick look over, he saw that he was hurt. He had several bruises but worst of all was his hand. It was swelling quickly; one of his knuckles was purple and looked very painful.

Ludwig winced internally, but dared not let Russia see it on his face. Ludwig loved his brother and perhaps he was the only one that realized how deadly the situation actually was for Prussia. America certainly didn't realize it, and if Russia did…he didn't take advantage of it. But the horrible truth was that because Prussia was no longer a country. He could get hurt, and die, just like a regular human. And as soon as Germany heard that there was a fight fear had pierced his heart. He couldn't let his brother get hurt. He didn't heal like the other countries anymore.

Germany didn't dare go to his brother in front of Russia, in fear that the huge country would figure this out, if he hadn't already. Instead, pretending that he didn't exactly care, he faced Russia instead.

"You should get back to zee meeting hall. I'll help dese others back myself."

It was then that a cute little brunette poked his head into the stairwell, his eyes full of both curiosity and worry.

"Germania? Is everything-a ay-ok now? Can I come out?" Ludwig winced in seeing Italy. The situation was already dangerous, and he didn't want Russia anywhere near the naïve country.

"Feliciano! Stay vhere you are! I'll be right down!"

Russia's ever present smile never faltered.

"Da. I think I vill head back now. I vould not vant to be late." He stared down the stairwell at the North American twins then over at Gilbert who wasn't getting up. Then he turned to walk up the stairs, "I vill see you all there, da? Comrade Matvey please be more careful in the future." Russia walked up the stairs and through the door leading back into the building's main corridors and was gone.

The comment was almost enough to get Gilbert up off of the floor. He glared as Russia retreated up the stairs. He probably would have gone after him if he hadn't gotten a very disapproving look from his little brother. With his adrenaline fading Gilbert cringed in pain. His body was aching in ways that would still hurt in the days to come. After a moment of assessing his own condition he stared down the stairs at his boyfriend who was still sprawled out on the floor.

"M-Matthew!" He called out and used the wall to stagger to his feet. He was going to Canada's side one way or another.

Russia's comment about this accident somehow being Canada's fault might have been enough to send America after Russia once again if Canada had not been holding his brother's hand at the time. Canada had his injured wrist lying over his chest and with his good hand he tightly held onto Alfred's; Alfred could see that the left side of Matthew's face was swollen. His cheek bone was either cracked or broken, and it was causing his eye to swell shut. Alfred would also be able to note the purple ring around Matthew's wrist since his injured hand was lying across his chest. The Northern brother looked at America; a sad, apologetic look came to his eyes as he tried to reassure his twin that he would be ok.

"I'm sorry," was all Canada could think of to say to his brother. He hated seeing that distraught look on his twin's face. America was all worked up again, and Canada knew his brother's stress level was through the roof once more. After a week of trying to calm America down about the things his future self had said, helping his brother through the nightmare he had been experiencing, but all that hard work to calm Alfred was for nothing; his brother was obviously freaking out once more.

He knew Alfred would feel guilty he'd gotten hurt it was part of his hero complex. America always hated seeing his friends hurt, and Canada wanted to save his brother from as much of the guilt and pain as he could. He did that by gently telling his brother he was going to be fine.

A second later Prussia was at Matthew's side reaching out and gently placing both his hands on Matthew's shoulder.

"Matthew. I got your glasses." Canada smiled at the unusually soft spoken Prussian. Once again Matthew tried to reassure the two nations.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine. Really." It was kind of hard to be reassuring when blood kept running out of the corner of his mouth. He'd sliced his tongue open rather well on his way down the stairs, and it had yet to stop bleeding.

America was silent for once in his life as his brother spoke to him and held his hand in support. His own face was throbbing from the hit he'd taken from Russia, but he knew it was nothing compared to what Matthew must have been feeling. For several long moments, he didn't say a word, he simply sat by his brother's side, his breathing heavy with distress.

But then the moment came when Alfred simply couldn't control himself. Damn it all if the other countries saw him be emotional. He was at the point where he was no longer concerned with such trivial things. Reaching out, he grabbed his little brother, and then pulled him up and into his arms. Taking him in against his chest, he wrapped both of his arms around his brother, squeezing him tightly. Bowing his face against his good cheek so as not to hurt him, he let his fear beat its way out of his speeding heart. He was sure Canada could feel it…but he didn't care. Although Alfred didn't talk about it, and had been trying to hide it the past week or so…he was sure Matthew already knew how scared he was. The only change now…was that perhaps he was now letting Gilbert, Germany and Italy know too.

They're friends… he had to remind himself. It's ok.

And so, he held his brother, for quite a long time.

Germany saw and he understood. He wanted to do the same with his own brother but…he wasn't as free with his emotions. He loved his brother…and he was worried about his injuries…but…they would deal with that behind closed doors. Germany had never been one for public displays of affection. Hell…he even had a hard time with it when he wasn't in public. And so, when he calmly walked back down the stairs and to the landing where everyone else was, he casually went to his older brother.

"Vhat vas that all about? Vhat vas Russia trying to accomplish?" Italy, oddly enough, was quiet for once. But he did run back over to Germany's side when he came to the landing.

Matthew buried his face in his brother's neck. He knew Alfred needed him right now. Matthew could feel Alfred's heart racing in his chest. Canada returned his brother's gesture by reaching out and gently wrapping his good arm around his brother.

"It's ok, Al. I-I don't know if he meant to make me fall or not. I'll be ok. It just hurts."

Canada felt Prussia put his hand on top of his head, "I donz give a damnz if he meant to or not." Prussia said through clenched teeth, "Itz hiz fault."

Canada hugged his brother tighter. He buried his face into his brother's shoulder and hid his worried face for a moment as he thought of the words Russia had whispered to him, "Gi-gilbert. Russia told me t-to tell you he'd t-talk to you soon." Canada's tone was quiet and laced with worry as he said the words. He wasn't worried about betrayal, but he was terrified of the idea of his boyfriend facing the crazed country. Prussia's eyes formed an even darker glare as Canada said it.

"Goodz. I'd love to hitz him again." Prussia didn't skip a beat as he said the words. He truly wanted to hit Russia again even if he couldn't do any real damage, it would make him feel better. Prussia let his hand slide from Matthew's head and onto his back supportively. He bit his lower lip for a moment, but he had to say what was on his mind.

"Matthew. I- I wantz to go back to your houze with you. I'm sure America has to go back to work. All of you have to work, but I donz. I canz ztay there. I wonz leave you alone." He gently clutched the fabric on the back of Matthew's jacket. "We zhould get you back to the hotel. Yourz not going back to the meeting are you?"

Canada shook his head no.

"I wouldn't go back like this. It'd be a mess. No one will notice me being absent anyway." If America was absent at the meeting though many eyebrows would be raised, "A lot of us are missing from the meeting." He looked around the stairwell at everybody. "We need to hurry. This could blow our cover." Matthew squeezed his brother tightly. He knew he had to stress the importance of their cover to his brother who was still so visibly shaken. "Alfred. You have to go back to the meeting. Everyone will know something is wrong if you don't."

Alfred wanted to object so terribly. More than anything, but…he knew his brother was right. And what was more…was that things were different now that he'd fought alongside Gilbert. That simple act had made America trust him so much more than he ever would have before. Viewing Gilbert as an ally now, instead of a threat, he nodded. He knew Gilbert would watch over Matthew for him and keep his little brother safe. And so, he found the courage to pull back and away from him, but he still kept a firm grip on his brother's shoulders. Looking at him, with complete sincerity he said,

"Lots of countries will notice your missing…" he said. "Lots. Not just me, but Britain and France and Germany and Italy." And of course Russia, but there was no way Alfred was including him in that list. "You're not invisible little bro…you'll never be invisible again, ok?" He squeezed his shoulder tightly, almost painfully to make sure he understood him. Alfred held his gaze, his blue eyes quite serious.

Matthew felt the corner of his mouth twitch as his brother stared at him with that serious somewhat melancholy expression. Matthew still wasn't used to his brother behaving in such brotherly ways. Alfred looked like he so desperately needed Matthew to know he wasn't invisible anymore. It was odd to see Alfred acting like the big brother he'd always claimed to be.

Matthew could really care less which one of them had come into existence a moment before the other. They'd always been a part of each other's lives. It really didn't matter who was older, but Matthew had always fought with his brother over the title of being the oldest because Alfred's nonchalant attitude and general silliness always made Canada feel like he was the mature one. Alfred had always offered to help Matthew in every situation, true, but Matthew was fairly independent and had never really needed his brother's help before.

Canada found his mind wandering for a moment. He had no idea how this situation had played out in the alternate time line. He was guessing that if his brother's future self hadn't come to his aide, things would be a lot different at this very moment, but he didn't dwell on the thoughts.

A smile came to the gentle nation's face. With Alfred acting this way he was finally starting to act just like a big brother he always claimed to be. Matthew had wanted to be closer to his family members for a long time now. Seeing his brother worried about his well being made Matthew feel like he really wasn't invisible anymore. Matthew nodded at his brother letting Alfred know that he truly did understand.

"I know Alfred. I know I'm not invisible anymore. "

The sappy moment may have lasted a bit longer, but Matthew blinked when he felt Prussia playing with the hood of his jacket. He turned from his brother to his boyfriend. Prussia pulled the brown hood of Canada's coat gently over Canada's head. It wasn't cold out, but Prussia was trying to hide his boyfriends beaten up face. He didn't want anyone to notice Canada's condition as they left. Prussia looked at Matthew sadly.

"Sorry you gotz hurt Matthew. I'll take care of you nowz. Letz get out of herez. America, we will zee you tonight, ok? I will go withz Matthew back to his room. Britain haz your phone, birdie. It'z outside wid him. Matthew text America when we get to your room zo he doezn't have to worriez." Prussia looked back at his own younger brother, "I havz mine phone. If you needz me you know where I'll be." Prussia pulled Canada's arm over his shoulder and with America and Germanys' help the two got to their feet.

As they started to leave the stairwell Germany could see that Prussia's hand was severely injured. The appendage was already severely swollen, and the bruise that had stated at his middle knuckle had extended passed his knuckle up into his fingers and midway down his hand, but Prussia drew no attention to it and neither did Germany. Prussia also didn't mention the fierce pain he was currently feeling in his left lower back. The pain in his back had started when he'd been tossed into the wall some time ago, but he ignored it all for the sake of his boyfriend and his tough appearance. Parting ways with their loved ones the two left the embassy building as quickly and quietly as possible, they met Britain outside and got Matthew's phone then left via a taxi.

Alfred, Ludwig and Feliciano watched Matthew and Gilbert head on down the hallway and toward the front of the building. After they were sure the pair was ok and on their way back to the hotel, they headed out of the stairwell and into the hallway themselves. It was time to get back to the meeting before they were really missed for long.

"Dat bruize on your face…are you allright?" Germany asked quickly.

"Yeah, it doesn't even hurt. It's nothing," America said, and he meant it too. He'd had far worse, and being a strong country, he was sure it would heal in a day anyway.

"All zee same, Russia 'as a few bruizes too. It'll be obvious you two fought. Ve should just neglect to meantion dat it had anythink to do vith Canada or Prussia." America waved Germany off a second time.

"Yeah, yeah. I know how to play things down. Don't worry man, I got this."

"Do you?" And it was Germany's tone of voice that gave America pause. Blinking, he stopped walking, then turned around to face the hardened country. His blue eyes narrowed.

"What're ya saying Germany?" And it was more of an accusation than a question. Still, Germany stood firm and didn't flinch under America's stare.

Italy was keeping oddly silent. But Germany knew perfectly well to as why. He'd never admit it out loud, but he knew damned well that Italy sensed his moods and his needs at all times. And regardless of what Germany thought about it, Italy always did what he thought was best for his partner. And at the moment, he knew he needed to speak seriously to America for a second.

"America," Germany started. "You've been acting quite differently lately. I know vhy, of course, but I think it'z becomink obvious to zee other countries. Dis could be dangerous for us." Alfred scoffed.

"Whatever dude. I don't think it's such a bad thing that I'm getting a little closer to my bro. Actually, I probably should have done this a long time ago."

"I agree," Germany said, nodding. "Unt if ve vere in any other situation, I'd say good for you, about time, but ve're not. Because our enemies are plottink somezing against us, it's very unwize for you to display any sort of weakness. To suddenly show signs of compassion over night is appearink strange to everyone. Russia unt whoever else may be siding vith him during dis time, may look at dat and try to exploit it. Dat and your blatant disregard for your own countries issues is raisink eyebrows."

Alfred winced as if suddenly slapped in the face. He quickly scowled, clearly insulted.

"Dude that's not cool! I am concerned about my country! How dare you say I'm not! I've got that damned fiscal cliff hanging over my head every second of the damned day! Do you think I don't notice? Just because I'm spending time with Canada doesn't mean I don't also have time for my duties! You know what? This is ridiculous! I don't have to stand here and get lectured by you! Up until last week, we hardly ever even spoke to each other!"

"Amerika, calm down! I'm tryink to help you!" Germany sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging. Perhaps America was even more stressed out than even he had realized. He knew America was a country that was very good at hiding his troubles. He paraded himself around as if everything were a party all the time. Even when things were dark and troubled for Americans they found a way to smile and have fun.

Germany, being a different country, never knew if they truly had this type of unbreakable spirit, or if it was a ruse created to not only fool other countries into thinking they were ok, but also to fool themselves from facing the bleakness of reality. But Germany had always thought, along with most every other country, that most of it was genuine. Alfred really did love to have fun, and smile, and make others laugh. So to suddenly see him so worked up was odd for Germany.

Then again…we've never been friends before. Perhaps he only lets his troubles show for those close to him. Whatever the case, Ludwig knew he had to finish his point.

"Alfred," And this caught America's attention for the simple fact that he wasn't sure if Germany had ever used his human name before. It was far, far more personal than what he was used to. "Alfred…I 'ave a bruder too. I'm also vorried. Very, very vorried about Gilbert. He's not a country like zee rest of us. He could get really hurt…"

America watched in amazement as he thought he saw a flicker of emotion cross the German's face. Ludwig was always so cold, at least so he seemed. Like a stone or a wall, his face was always completely unreadable. The only emotion Alfred had ever seen from him was frustration or anger. But here…this was the first time he saw something else. It immediately caught his attention and made him pay better attention to his ally.

"So…because ve both 'ave bruders, you can believe me vhen I say I understand. But because ve're bruders, ve 'ave to do vhat's best for dem. Right?" America nodded numbly in agreement, still a little shocked that Germany was showing him a more human side to himself and talking to him like a person rather than a country.

"So, because of dis, you should try to act more like you used to. Ve must protect Gilbert and Mattew from zee enemy. In order to do dat, ve need to vait unt see what Russia is planning to say to Gilbert. Ve can't let him know ve're onto him. So, vhen ve get back to zee meeting hall…I suggest you focus solely on your countries issues unt yourself, as you used to. Dis is zee best way to keep our bruders safe."

America was silent for a good long second or two. So was Italy, even though Alfred could see it was very difficult for the smaller country to keep his mouth closed about much of anything. He seemed ready to burst. But finally, after an obvious internal debate with himself, Alfred faced Germany and nodded. Then, flashing his usual grin, he lifted his hand and gave the other country a thumbs-up.

"Can do Ludwig," he said, returning the use of the human name instead of the country. "Now, we should bust the hell outta here! Everyone's gotta be freaking that America isn't at the meeting! Hahaha! They obviously can't start without me!"

Germany watched as the super power gloated, then turned his back and began marching down the hallway, looking as confident and as energetic as always. It was what Germany had been going for…but all the same…he felt a little sad.

Ludwig knew what it felt like to hide all of his real emotions inside. He did it every second of every day. He had to. He knew no other way to be. Ludwig didn't wish that for anyone else. And he'd wished to God that Alfred didn't have to now do it too. But for the time being…it was what would keep them all safe from Russia. All the same, he'd hated suggesting it to the usually carefree nation. Alfred was best when he was being himself, just like anyone.

Reaching up, Italy quickly wrapped both of his arms around Germany's back. Holding him from behind, he buried his nose in the stiff countries uniform. And then, in a much quieter voice than usual, he said,

"Ludwig…is-a-so smart, and-a-so brave…" As always Ludwig felt his insides warm at Feliciano's touch and his words. But the rush of emotion that always hit him when the other country got so close was always, every single time, too sudden and too startling for him to know how to handle. So, he reacted the way he always did, by blushing, then quickly shoving the smaller country away.

"Get off of me you schwachkopf..." But also, as always, Italy wasn't that easily deterred. He loved Ludwig, and he knew that what the hardened country needed most was affection, despite his sometimes harsh reactions to it. And so, grinning from ear to ear, Italy then proceeded to leap onto Germany's back.

"Augh!"

"Germania! Germania! Carry me to the-a-meeting hall!"

"Oi! Get off of me! I'm not a camel!"

But somehow, someway, even with all of the shenanigans, the three countries made it back to the meeting hall, even if they were grotesquely late.