A/N: Hi, friends. Guess what? You know how you've been asking me for the last two months who Terra is? Would you like to know? Would you like me to tell you? Would you like me to tell you who Terra is? Well…We're about to find out. Along with a few other fun things. But here nor there. Alright! Three, two, one, let's jam! Ms. Olivier…You're doing the Cowboy Bebop opening again. Shut up, hypothetical assistant. I know. I'm just wired. Alright then. Just remember not to overdo it. I'll be fine. Now, let's get into it!

Kiku's alive. Out of all of them, I never would've guessed Kiku would've been the one to withstand the test of time. I guess him being a recluse paid off. If we're being honest here, my money was on Rome, but I suppose Italy and Romano were around. Regardless, it was so nice to see a familiar face. And even better to have him in my arms again. Despite all of the perplexed onlookers around us.

"Um...Terra," France stared in disbelief, "No one ever gets this close to Japan."

"How are you doing that?" Britain shared France's sentiment, "Is it magic? Some sort of Japanese voodoo?"

"My people do not have voodoo," Kiku clarified, laying against my chest. He looked so peaceful. I missed that face.

"No," I giggled, "No magic. I promise."

"How do you know Terra, Japan?" Italy asked.

"Do they not know?" Kiku looked up at me, sharing the others' confusion.

"No," I tuned them all out, hugging the little angel in my arms tight, "It's been so long since I last saw you, Kiku. Honestly, I'm just happy you're alive. What happened to your brothers?"

"How would I know?" he shrugged, "I hardly ever saw them. I'm guessing they killed each other."

"I love them," I sighed out, "But if I would've known things were so bad, I would've been here sooner."

"But you're here now," Kiku moved over to my shoulder, "I'm sorry. I should have done something to stop them."

"No, no, sweetheart," I comforted him, "You didn't have that kind of strength then. Coming between Rome and Germania...You would've met the same fate they did. In a way, though, you're still watching over your brothers. You have Germany and Italy, don't you?"

"I suppose so," a sweet little smile graced his face. It's so beautiful to see him smile.

"Terra," Britain stepped in, "As touching and right weird as this reunion is, could the rest of us get some context please?"

"I promise, Kiku," I kissed the top of his head, "I didn't mean for that responsibility to fall on you. They really were raised better."

"Terra!"

"Alright!" I groaned, "You really have no patience, Arthur. I swear...You must get that from your father."

"How..." Britain froze, "How did you know my name? Or anything about my father?"

"Francis," I walked over to him, "Do you remember when we first met?"

"I do," he smiled at the memory, "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"You were there while I took my bath," I pointed out, "Do you remember seeing all of my scars?"

"Yes," France nodded, "You said each scar was one of your children being born."

"That's right," I confirmed, "But have you ever noticed their shape?"

"No. There are too many of them to keep track of."

I sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by all these different nations. All of them with their own cultures and beliefs and ideas. And here they all were sitting side by side in the same room, completely civil. If only Rome and Germania could've done the same. If they could see the world now...But regardless, I pulled the skirt of my dress up, exposing my left ankle, showing off one scar in particular, "Do you see this one?"

"Bloody hell, Terra!" Britain leapt over the table, pulling my dress back down, "You're a lady!"

"Francis was right," I took Britain's hand away, leaving France to snicker in the corner, "You are a prude. That's old Britannia in you. It's cute. But I want you to look at this scar in particular."

"Hey," Italy got up from the table and looked at the boot shaped scar on my ankle, "That looks like my borders!"

"And that looks like mine," America traced his finger around the scar further up my calf.

"Alfred!" Britain really was out to protect my virtue here, wasn't he? I should probably tell him that ship sailed long ago, but here nor there, "Do you really have no manners left? I thought I raised you better than that! It was that time you spent with France, isn't it? Is Canada being a bad influence on you?"

"Really?" France gasped, "You really think I wouldn't ask her first? I did the first time around. And Canada's not a bad influence. If anyone's the bad influence, it's America!"

"Arthur," I stopped him, "It's alright. I appreciate what you're trying to do, but quit it. Hey, Romano. Come here."

"Sure," Romano came down to the floor with me, "What is it, Terra?"

I pulled both Italy and Romano into my lap, hugging them both. I missed my Rome. But all things have their time. He taught me that, "You boys have no idea what you mean to me."

"Terra..." Canada quivered. Whether it's because of Mommy and Daddy fighting or some other reason was to be determined, "You're scaring me. Why all of this out of the blue?"

"It's alright, Matthew," I assured, "Everything's fine. Actually, this talk is a long time coming. Now, back to you two. Lovino...You are so much more like your grandfather than you realize. Scrappy, hot tempered."

"I'm not hot tempered!" Romano snapped, proving my point.

"Trust me," I promised, "Japan can vouch. Kiku, is Lovino anything like Rome?"

"He is a little like Rome," Kiku confirmed, "I can see where you're coming from."

"But see," I went on, "Here's another thing about Rome. He liked to hide from his brothers, too. Everyone has those days where they don't want to deal with anyone. Sometimes, those days last for two hundred years."

"Hey!" I see Kiku noticed the little jab at him.

"But you can play nice with Feliciano, too," I put my hand on Romano's ever-reddening cheek, "That's what led to Germania and Rome being a mess. All because two brothers couldn't play nice."

"But he smothers me!" Romano whined, "All the time!"

"Ever wonder why that is?" I asked, "Feli...? Care to chime in? You're usually so chatty."

"It's because I love you, Fratello," Italy admitted, "I didn't see you for so long when we were kids. I thought about you a lot. And I missed you. After Grandpa Rome died, I was so lonely. And my bosses wouldn't let me see you. They said you were as good as a Spaniard already."

"He won't sign the papers," Spain chirped, "I've tried."

"Me, too!" France sympathized, "That's why our marriage is more symbolic than anything."

"DAMMIT, FROG. WE'RE NOT MARRIED!"

"You might as well be, Arthur," I rolled my eyes, "We've been over this."

"Really?" Romano hid his face, "You...missed me?"

"Of course I did," Italy threw his arms around his brother, "And I'm trying to make up for lost time."

"You have to forgive him, though, Lovi," I told him, "He just has a more flamboyant way of expressing it. That's definitely from Rome. You have that in you, too. It's just manifested itself into your occasionally bitchy attitude."

"Hey!" Romano snarled.

"She's right, Lovi," Spain agreed, "I love you dearly, but you do have your moments. More often than not."

"Thanks, asshole," Romano growled, "I appreciate the solidarity."

"De nada!"

"Hey, Terra," America wondered, "How do you know so much about the Super Italian Bros?"

"Oh, America," I nudged Italy and Romano off my lap, "Come here."

"Anyone else finding this a bit strange?" Germany asked.

"You'll get your turn," I shut him up, "You and Gilbert are a whole can of worms on your own, Ludwig. And I'll need a nap before that."

"Ha!" America laughed.

"Alfred..." I scolded him, "You're your own can of worms, too. I think I remember someone saying something along the lines of you being the asshole of the world. But one problem at a time. You wanted to know why I knew so much."

"Yeah," he changed his tune quickly, "Not exactly why, but how."

"When we were playing GTA at your house," I reminded him.

"And that earthquake hit," America nodded, "Yeah. I remember. That shit was scary."

"I'm sorry," I bit my bottom lip, "Sometimes, my temper gets the better of me."

"What do you mean?"

"Get up," I nudged him up and got on my own feet, "You've all been asking me who I am since the very beginning. Some of you thought I was some sort of spy for the other side. Some of you thought me a micronation. But you've all had one thing in common. None of you have been right. Only one of you here knows who I am. Who I really am. And that's Kiku. I know where you all came from, but I've only met you in the past month."

"Terra," France stepped in, nervous to even get near me, "Who are you?"

"I've had a few names over the course of my very long, very tiring life," I admitted, "Some knew me as Mesopotamia. Some knew me as Pangea. You all know me as Terra. In fact, I'm almost surprised none of you figured it out. You want to know why Kiku was so loving toward me right out of the gate? Because of what his father called me."

"His father?" Britain perked up.

"You've never thought about where the ancient nations came from?" I giggled, "I'm surprised none of you thought to call me Earth. I mean, that is what Terra means. You all came from me at one point or another."

"Does that mean," France wondered, "we're all related?"

"Yes, but no," I knew what he was trying to get at. I knew that they all had relationships with each other in some way, "It's not blood relation. It's not incest. It's complicated. We're just rolling with it. You and Arthur can still be a thing. You're not technically brothers."

"Good," he relaxed, "That's wonderful to hear."

"This feels way too formal for my liking," I shook it off, "How about instead of sitting in a world meeting like this, because I know you all have questions, we have a slumber party at Arthur's house? That sounds MUCH better."

"Hell yeah, dude!" America squealed, "I'm always down for a party!"

"Ok!" Canada agreed, "That sounds like fun!"

"Slumber party at Arthur's house?" Prussia added, "I'm in! Is it BYOB or are we drinking all of his booze, too?"

"Your choice."

"Better BYOB," Prussia decided, "God only knows what kind of warm sewer water he's got."

"I can bring vodka, too, da?" Russia chimed.

"Of course you can, sweetie."

"Yay!"

"HOLD ON!" Britain stepped in, "Why are we having this slumber party at Arthur's?!"

"Because your house is roomy," I pointed out, "And it's cozy. And it's where I've called home for the past month. Why not?"

"Oh, fine," he pouted, "But if anything gets broken...!"

"ARTHUR KIRKLAND, ARE YOU SASSING YOUR MOTHER?!" The ground started to shake again.

"No, ma'am," he straightened out.

"Wonderful!" I beamed, "We'll reconvene at seven o'clock local time tonight, yeah? Does that work for everyone?"

A unanimous yes fell over the crowd. Tonight's going to be a fun night...

A/N: It really will be. I want to write a slumber party so bad. And I can't wait for next week. So, now we know. Now, we know who Terra is. She's Mother Earth. She is the all-mother. I've been sitting on this from the beginning and I feel so much better now that I have that off my chest. And now that we know how she fits in the grand scheme of things, a lot of stories can come up. Is there any sort of world event/natural disaster/thing that shaped the world or question you would personally ask at this slumber party? Because I'd love to hear some things. I already have one in my head, but it's going to be a big party, kids. And with Prussia bringing the beer, Russia bringing the vodka, France already having a stash of wine (and Italy and Romano probably adding to it), and only one adult(ish), there's no way someone isn't going to wake up the next morning, spooning a floor lamp. See you next chapter! xx