This one's a little short, so I'm sorry in advance...

"Big Brother, do you know why we're all alone?" The spring sun beat down on my face as I lay in a grassy field.

A hand clasped mine. "I don't know Mattie... maybe everyone else just doesn't notice us..."

"Wouldn't it get lonely that way?" I turned to look at my brother lying down next to me. "Would we be alone forever?"

"Why would it get lonely if you have me, Matt?" He turned to me. I grew to respect those eyes so much in those short years together, the way they grew with passion. I looked up to Alfred and the way he always tried to stay positive. "I won't ever ever leave you, bro. That's a promise!"

My face heated up. "P-promise? Are you sure?"

He stood up, raising a fist to the air. "Yeah! I would never forget you!"

The wind blew again, letting dandelion dust dance in the air. I smiled and closed my eyes as the breeze blew against the long grass surrounding me . "I guess I won't forget either, as long as you're here with me, big brother."

Canada grinned. "Who did you think it was? Some scrawny high school student?" America didn't move or show any emotion, avoiding direct eye contact with his brother.

"What? You afraid of me? That's a first, Big Brother." Matthew paced the room in complete silence, still wearing the same sickly grin. "If I remember right, you were the one who said you wouldn't forget me... right?"

"I don't get it. how did you-"

"I never changed, America. I've been this way the whole time~ Maybe you didn't notice?"

"I might not be able to notice this stuff about other people, but you're different Mattie. I would have noticed if you were always like this."

Shaking his head, the Canadian stood next to America. "But I have-"

"No, you haven't! Don't you think I would know something like that? I'm still your brother!" America's wrists were now reddened from multiple attempts at escape. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his breathing steadily became heavier. "You... the real you... wouldn't do this..." He bent forward to catch his breath. Not a second later, pain jolted through his back as a black leather boot shoved his shoulders against the pale walls.

"You really don't understand, do you?" Canada smirked as he pushed with more force. "You hypocrite. You, of all people, the one who promised not to forget... turned out to be that one person that couldn't take a hint for the life of him. I wonder what happened, hmm?" Canada cackled," And you have the nerve to say that you actually knew me?! The one who seemed to ignore me the most!"

"Listen," he said,"Your precious Mattie Williams is gone now. Something cracked in that weak form, something so emotionally painful finally broke him down. He couldn't take it, so he... evolved... In a way, he is me, and I am he. You may say I'm the creation of all of his backwards emotions and feelings, crushed into one lonely being..." he whispered, his eyes bewildered. "The same can happen to any of you puny countries. It wouldn't change the world immediately, but in the long run, we could change society in ways never imagined before, America... and all I'd need to do is get to that one area-" his expression grew more fascinated as he snatched America's glasses and broke them by the bridge and tossed them across the room-"...where it hurts the most."

"Mr. Jones? Missing?" Haruhi repeated into her phone. "Yeah, I didn't know anything about that... sorry..." She ended her call and turned around. "Everything that's been happening around here is becoming too much," she sighed.

"...I don't even know what's happening anymore, unfortunately," Kyoya said in a disappointed tone. "None of this will work out without him..." he muttered inwardly.

Haruhi raised an eyebrow. "Say, Kyoya, did you know anything about the new teachers before they came? There's definitely something different about them, if you know what I mean. Plus," she added, "all of those secret meetings... and your cool regarding everything that has happened in the last few weeks... I've been wondering for some time now, but how are you affiliated with them, or even something larger than that?"

Kyoya pushed up the bridge of his glasses and looked up at Haruhi. "Not exactly in the way that you think, Haruhi..." he mused. "I just did my research." He stood up from his seat and walked out of the music room. "What's that supposed to mean...?"

She wandered around the room alone, contemplating over her senpai's strange behavior. She kept looking back at where he was sitting, his words replaying in her head. Only after the umpteenth time she looked, she noticed a book that had fallen off of the table. When she picked it up, her eyes widened in recognition.

She stared at the cover of Axis Powers Hetalia, with the spitting image of the younger of the Vargas teachers. She would be trespassing if she looked through, but...

After about an hour of looking at images that strongly resembled her new teachers, she needed answers. How did the characters of a notoriously famous series manage to find themselves at Ouran? Not just any characters, but countries?

She quickly stuffed the book into her bag and scrambled down the hallways. "Is this the research he was talking about?"

Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio all stood against the walls outside of the teachers' lounge. "We need a break like this more often," Antonio sighed.

"What do you mean? It's still a crap-ton of totally un-awesome work, Toni!" Gilbert complained.

Francis chimed in,"But it's still a lot less than normal, if you ask me..."

"Easy for you to say," Gil scoffed."You guys are used to working like this, I just hang around you two to make myself feel busy..."

"W-wait, that's really the only reason we're amigos? How-"

"-Excuse me, um, Mr. Bonnefoy, Mr. Carriedo, and Mr. Beilschmidt..."

The trio, startled by Haruhi's voice, immediately turned to her. Francis was the first to speak. "Er, yes?"

Haruhi took a deep breath. "Um, there's something I read about earlier today... um, and I don't really understand it... I mean, it doesn't make sense, but I-I uh, needed some clarification..."

"Is this a Math problem? I think you should ask Mr. Ludwig for that, but we can help you with anything else, really~" Antonio asked.

"Not really, um, it's something a little more abstract..." she handed Gilbert the book. At first, his face showed confusion, but it eventually grew into scared recognition. "Th-this isn't more of that fanfiction crap, is it?"

Antonio and Francis looked over his shoulders, their faces growing just as confused. "I'm afraid not, amigo..."