A/N: XD I loved writing this chapter. The nightmare part was something I wanted to happen for a while. Same with...well read and find out :) haha it involved Markus though. Believe it or not, I didn't like Markus when I first started writing him. *Sighs* He's grown on me.

(These are Google Translated, so I'm not sure if they're right or not. If they aren't and you know the right ones, PLEASE let me know and I'll change it!)

Far*=Dad in Danish

Baba**= Dad in Turkish

μαμά***= Mama in Greek

Fader****= Father in Swedish

äiti*****= Mom in Finnish

After his outburst, everybody sat down in their proper seats, much to Arthur's content. Ami sat behind him, legs crossed, acting as though she was paying attention. It was obvious to everyone she wasn't because she was picking off the nail polish on her nails.

The meeting went as usual. Nothing getting accomplished. Francis would occasionally make an inappropriate comment. His worst, however, was, "I think that we should export more sexual toys and outfits, non?"

Everyone stared at him, Arthur trying to stop himself from choking the Frenchman. His daughter suddenly stood up. Now it was the blonde girl's turn to be stared at.

"Mr. Bonnefoy? Right?" Francis nodded, "Anyways. I don't truly give a shit if you're a country, you're a fucking pervert. Oh, and I've met plenty of them! And because you're a country I'm sure you have some stupid sex goal like…." She thought for a second, completely oblivious to the gaping mouths, "Sex in every country. Yeah, that sounds right. Anyways, you're probably close to this goal and I bet that some of these were uh…a bit…" she stumbled, picking her words carefully, "Off, shall I say. So unless you have something moderately intelligible to say, I suggest you follow these directions. Sit down! Shut up! And pretend like you care!"

Sitting down quietly, she crossed her legs and waved on, "It may continue."

Awkwardly, Arthur stood up, "I think this would be a good time to take a fifteen minute break."

Looking up from his book, Markus heard Arthur announce the break. Closing his book, he walked over to his sister who's eyes were wide, "Fiore. What's wrong?"

"It was confusing, that's all. I'm gonna go see where Klara, Julita, Marcio, and Frey are!" Markus nodded and watched her go to her best friends and her newfound friends.

Running over to Ami, Tovi clutched her stomach, "That was so funny, yet so wrong!"

"What? The comment to Francis?" Ami asked, and Tovi nodded in response.

The two chatted and eventually a fair group came around. Said group included Raimund, Markus, Daiyu, Zephrya, and Ilmari.

"How'd you all become assistants?" Raimund asked, trying to drag the conversation away from Ami's comment to Francis.

"Oh we're not really assistants," Daiyu replied, "We never said we were, did we?"

"No, but I guess I just assumed," Raimund said, regretting bringing up the topic with this somewhat-creepy 16-year-old.

"Assuming. Ah, what a wasteful thing," she smiled, getting lost in her own thoughts.

"We've been coming to the meetings ever since we were six to eight, depending on our parents availability to get a babysitter. Our parents are the countries," Ilmari explained simply.

"Wait….what?" Ami asked, perplexed.

"My parents represent countries," Tovi said slowly, before pointing to Ilmari, "His parents are countries," she then pointed to Daiyu, "Her parents are countri-"

"I get it! Jeez! I just didn't think countries could have kids! That's all!"Ami sighed, watching as Tovi giggled again.

"What countries?" Markus said, speaking for the first time in this conversation.

"Huh? Oh, right, right, right. My mom is Norway and my far* is Denmark," she explained happily.

"Oh, yeah. My baba** is Turkey and my μαμά*** is Greece, " Zephrya yawned.

"My fader**** is Sweden and my äiti***** is Finland," Ilmari said quickly, letting Daiyu speak.

She smiled innocently, "My parents are Russia and China."

"Aren't all of those, guys?" Raimund asked, remembering seeing a few of them speaking up during the meeting.

"Something only the countries can do, I guess. Hell I'm not even 100% sure!" Tovi laughed.

"Are they the only ones who have kids?" Markus asked, getting truly interested.

Ilmari shook his head, "No. Frey is Iceland and Hong Kong's son. Madeline is Prussia and Canada's daughter. Marcio is Spain and Southern Italy's son. And Klara and Julita are Poland and Lithuania's twin daughters."

"A few other countries did have children…." Zephrya muttered before Tovi hit her.

"Z, we're not supposed to talk about that remember?" She whispered anxiously.

"Talk about….what?" Ami overheard them talking (everyone did too) and became more curious about this secret of sorts.

Daiyu stepped in front of Tovi and Zephrya, and approached Ami, while patting down her knee length skirt, "I'll explain it to you. Somewhere around 14 to 15 years ago, a few countries had to give up their children. Their bosses thought that they were becoming too human by having children, and so they were forced to give them up for adoption. I believe they ended up somewhere in America…." She dazed off, not knowing the creepy look she was giving Ami.

"What countries?" Raimund asked, looking around the room, trying to figure out which of the countries in the room did not have children present.

"Hm? Oh right, you're question….America and England had a daughter, I believe. Her and Austria and Switzerland's son were either very close in age or the same. Germany and Italy had two children they had to give up. Their son was somewhere in the middle age-wise, and their daughter was a newborn. It's quite sad actually…..that's why we never bring it up. Especially" She looked at Ami, "Not" she turned to Raimund, "Here." She said to Markus, before turning on her heel and walking away.

"Is that true?" Markus asked the others, not sure whether to believe Daiyu or not. The fact that these anthropomorphic personifications existed was hard to believe, but the fact that they had children was even harder.

Though, he looked around the room, eyes darting from Alfred to Arthur, from Roderich to Vash, and from Ludwig to Feliciano, I do wonder who their childre- He stopped dead in his thoughts, No. This. It can't. There's no. How could. And then they. He thought random fragments of sentences for quite sometime before taking a deep breath and trying to rationalize everything in his head.

They left 2 girls and 2 boys at an orphanage in America 14 to 15 years ago. Alfred and Arthur had a daughter who was the same age as Roderich and Vash's son. Younger than them were Ludwig and Feliciano's kids. The son was older, and the daughter was a newborn when we were given up. He stopped himself again, I thought 'we'. This-this cannot be right. It just can't!

He looked at Ludwig and Feliciano. Auburn hair. Hazel eyes. Both of these described Markus and Feliciano. Blonde hair. Icy blue eyes. It describe Fiore and Ludwig. He closed his eyes and compared Raimund to Roderich and Vash. Then Ami to Alfred and Arthur. The similarities were shocking. He had to admit that it was true. These were their parents.

He glanced at Ami, who was still cheerfully chatting with the others. She didn't know. He saw Raimund talking to Ilmari. He didn't know either. His sister was across the room talking to her friends. She certainly didn't know. He felt some kind of profoundness in his discovery. He also felt it his duty to tell the others. No, that was their job, not his. He would wait.

Tossing her bags on the floor, Ami flopped on the couch, "UGH! I'M SO TIRED!"

"So is everyone else, but we're not complaining," Raimund grumbled, finding a spot on one of the chairs situated around the main couch.

She rolled her eyes at him, "You always are."

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, only to be woken up an hour or so later with somebody on his lap, slapping him. He woke up and glared at Ami, who smiled back innocently.

The other blonde yawned, "Ami! Raimund! It's already eleven!"

"Bedtime then!" Ami flung her high-heels off and dashed upstairs with Fiore following right behind.

Raimund sighed and dragged his feet up. Markus closed his book and left it on the coffee table and headed up as well.

Thunder boomed overhead. The sleeping form of a twenty-year old began to rustle around in the sheets.

"Should've checked the weather," Ami complained in her nightmare.

It was the same as every other, with one exception. Instead of appearing in front of everyone, she appeared closer to the car. Trudging to the others in her nightmare, she sighed. Despite the fact she was fairly calm now, she knew that should would be waking up in tears.

Yet again, she saw a young Raimund tugging on her father's sleeve, "Daddy! Where's Mommy?"

Ami crouched down next to his father looking at the young Raimund.

"Why can't you be that sweet now?" She sighed again, returning her gaze to his father.

She gasped, "It has a….And it looks like…..RODERICH?" She screamed before backing away, not realizing that she was about to bump into her own parents.

As she collided with them, she overheard one of them say in a British accent, "It will only be for a while, Ami. I promise we will come back. I-I'm very sorry." She could tell her mother was getting choked up, as was Ami.

Forgetting that she had seen one of their faces she ran in fron of her mom, eyes closed yelling, "LIAR! Y-YOU NEVER CAME BACK FOR ME! OR THEM! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT! HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME HERE? How…" She opened her eyes, not expecting to see a familiar face meeting her gaze.

The piercing green eyes matched her own, "Arthur…what are you?" She turned around to face her father, "A-a-and Alfred?" Sitting down with her hand fisted into her hair, she tried to make sense of what was going on.

Daiyu's words ran through her head, "No….she's right…." Tears freely ran down the blonde's face, "Arthur…Alfred….Why?"

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