The trip back to Switzerland was quicker than the trip to Venice.

The carriage they were in was pratically empty, but Feliciano was extremely animated and excited to be reunited with the world, Literally. He spoke about his search for them, outlining the trips he had undertaken and the jobs he had to do in order to travel. Mafia jobs, Strip joints and some odd restraunt jobs were among the many he had over the 100 years. Nothing was said about the war years. Romano would input in a comment every so often, usually a question.

Finally, they pulled up to the trainstation and disembarked, pulling the Northern Italian's bags behind them. A black hummer was waiting for them outside the station. Berlin was in the front seat A small smile on his face. The nations and 2 other cities climbed into the back , before Berlin tore away from the curb. They soared past houses, before arriving at the broken down old Hospital. Feliciano's eyes went wide as they rolled up to the hospital.

The group out of the car, Feliciano dragging his bags once again. Approaching the electric doors Germany took one last sweep of the country side before following the Italian into the entrance hall. Berlin led them to through the main buildings towards the meeting room. He barked orders as he passed to the other Cities who gave North Italy friendly waves. Venice came bounding out of one of the rooms, gave Italy a huge hug before taking his bags and disappearing once again. Feliciano just looked at Ludwig, confusion in his eyes.

"That was Venice, Feli." Ludwig told him. Italy's eyes went wide as he realised that he had just been hugged by his Capital. Berlin led them to the meeting room that held the other nations

Ludwig motioned for Italy to wait outside the door before entering himself, the room instantly quieting. Romano followed shortly after, moving to Spain's side instantly.

"We found him." was all that Ludwig said. All of the nations eyes flickered to the doorway in anticipation. Ludwig beckoned to the now rather shy Italian, who slowly came into view, moving to Ludwig's side.

France was the first nation to move, throwing his arms around the Italian. The Italian hugged him back, squeezing him. Soon he was at the centre of a group hug. They were all yelling questions at him.

" Where have you been?"

"What have you been doing"

"Did you meet any cute girls in the years you were gone?"

"Why couldn't your own brother find you?"

The Northern Italian was overwhelmed and began to shake with conflicting emotions. He spun around and clung to Germany who shot the rest of the world a dirty look. Ludwig pulled the shaking teen over to the conference table, noticing him limping slightly.

"Feli, What is wrong with your leg?" The german whispered. Feliciano just shook his head as a reply.

The other nations took seats at the table,whilst others climbed onto the table itself and sat down as well as claiming parts of the floor. They all looked intently at the Italian, waiting for him to answer.

" I've been all over the world, looking for you all. Heck I even went to Russia, Ve~! Even Sealand at one point in the Journey. I only recently got back to Venice when Luddy and Roma found me. By the way Egypt, your capital is scary. No I didn't meet any cute girls, many beautiful ones , like the one in Paris~... But anyway. I have no Idea why Roma couldnt find me... That is actually rather alarming ve~" Feliciano said quickly, summing up all of the answers in one breath. Ludwig blushed at the nickname he was given. The nations looked at each other, before England asked the question on everyone's lips.

"What happened to you at Austria's house?" Feliciano paled significantly.

"A-ah you'll need to be Specific England..." He replied, attempting to dodge the subject. The nations looked at him blankly, like they knew what he was attempting to do.

"Fine you want to play that card. 1943-1945. What happened?" England said frustratedly. He had waited hundreds of years to ask North Italy what had happened, seeing as the fake Italy, Vatican City had looked at him blankly when he asked.

Feliciano looked around the room, gaze lingering on each face. He sighed before replying.

"I'll tell you... But I need something from Elora first and I suggest you let me get it alone." The Nations looked at England who nodded. He turned to Berlin.

" Can you bring Elor- Vatican City here?" He asked. Berlin nodded and bolted from the room, returning with Vatican city in his arms. She was still unconcious. Berlin laid her on the Table near North Italy.

"I am about to do something that may gross you out." With that , Feliciano plunged his hand into Elora's chest. The Nations around him shot up from their chairs, yelling curses at the top of their lungs. Ludwig moved forward, about to pull Feliciano away from the city, when he found his way blocked by both Venice, Rome and Berlin. He looked around to see that other nations were being held back from interfering with Italy.

The Northern Italian searched her chest before pulling something from the girls chest. In his hand was the silver nation spirit, entwined with the gold spirit of the city. Vatican City lay on the table growing paler and paler by the minute.

" Vatican City no longer Exists. In the years following the physical representations disappearence, corruption and gang warfare took over the Vatican. In 2076 It was officially disbanded as a nation and is no longer recognised. Therefore, since we know that Elora holds North Italy's soul and the Vatican city soul, both souls must be returned to the nation that created them or that owns it. For example if Sealand was disbanded the soul would have to be returned to England." Berlin explained. Ludwig understood but was furious at Feliciano. He seemed uncaring about Vatican city's life.

Making his decision he pushed past the Cities, who tried in vain to stop him, before ripping the souls from Feliciano and plunging them back into Elora's chest.

North Italy took a terrified step back from Germany. The Germanic nation spun around to look at him, hearing the door close as the Cities left hurridly, so only Berlin and Venice were left. Ludwig shot his best death glare at the Italian nation. All the Nations held the same glare, even neutral Switzerland. Even his own Brother.

"Why did you stop me? Do you not want me to be whole again?" Feliciano asked, the confused tone masking his frustration. By this stage France had pulled the wounded Italian city away from the conflict applying preassure on the wound.

Ludwig's reply was a swift punch to the Nations face, sending him flying into the wall. Feliciano's eyes darkened as he pulled himself from the dent in the wall. Wiping his mouth on his suits sleeve, he looked at the nations darkly. Some shivered whilst others were startled. Feliciano looked for a way out of the room, spotting a large window leading out to the forrests. He looked at all the nations, aware that he held blood on his fists before moving faster than any nation could to the window.

"Why find me If you didn't want me around?" He asked a sinister edge to his voice. With that he jumped out the window, onto the grass 2 stories down. Glass flew everywhere, causing the nations to shield their faces.

"Feliciano! Stop! " Germany roared, recovering first. The Italian stopped in his tracks, spinning to look up at the German. He saw the cities gazing at him through the window.

"You have lost the right to call me by that name, Deutschland."

With that Feliciano disappeared into the forrest.

Authors Note: Hello Readers~ Im Terribly sorry for not updating this earlier, but our internet is being dodgy! The plot will hopefully get interesting. I have also written another 2 stories which should be updated more frequently then this one. One is Angeli et Sacredotes and another is Ragdoll. Both are fantasy cause its fun to write~

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