Author's note:

Alrighty-o! I've been super busy with school, to no end, it seems like I'll never finish. Please forgive me! So I forgot to put this in the last few chapters, but if you speak any of these languages, don't kill me! I'm using Google Translate, as it's super hard to speak all of these. I am learning German, but I don't write well enough to be able to use my knowledge of German in this story. (Not that Google Translate is much better.) Sorry!

There's been alot going on, and it's like it's never going to end. That's why everything has been on hiatus. But here I am, with a brand new chapter! (By new I mean old, this has been completed for a month or more. Sorry.)

And Zaaze,

It sucks that your story isn't written on paper. I'd love to read it. And yeah, you're younger than me. As for the IQ test, I took one a month or so ago, and it said 132. I guess that's really high or something…? Haha, and yeah, my friend is like that. I love her to death, but she can annoy the shit out of me. And makeup is super cool, you can play around with it and express yourself. The feeling does take getting used to, though. Having stuff on your face all day can definitely be stressful at times, but mostly it's therapeutic to be able to mess around with powders and liquids and change stuff around. Have a wonderful day!

"What if you let them go?" Then we could find out where they're hiding, they'd hate me less, and there would be less of a danger to one of the three escaping and finding information.

Britain looked appalled at my sudden change in attitude. "Why on earth would we do that?"

"Because I asked you." I aligned my shoulder to Germany's head, in case they decided to do something stupid, like attack me or something, then I could just lift up my arm and smack them in the face.

Germany did notice. He seemed to mutter something like "good strategy" under his breath.

"Товарищ Британия прав, почему бы вы отпустить их? Г-н Pipe был так счастлив иметь другой шанс встретить их лица!" Russia looked sad at not having a chance to whack them in the face with his pipe, but I couldn't help but giggle a bit, besides bow morbid it was.

(Translation: Russian. Comrade Britain is right, why would you let them go? Mr. Pipe was so happy at having another chance to meet their faces!)

I answered him back in perfect Russian, careful to keep any accent out, now that I knew that while I had my British accent it was messing with the languages. "Ой, я знаю. Сожалею. Но всегда есть другие дни , когда вы не будут осмеяны для дробления их слабые и хрупкие колючки. У меня есть причина, я обещаю."

(Translation: Russian. Aw, I know. Sorry. But there's always other days, where you won't be ridiculed for crushing their weak and fragile spines. I have a reason, I promise.)

"Your accent is not showing up, you gave it effort, da?"

Aw, the little Russian baby noticed! "Yeah, actually. Thanks for paying attention!" I smiled, truly smiled, showing my teeth.

"Vhat? You can speak Russian too?" Germany asked.

I looked over to him with a lower level type of annoyance. "Yeah, I'm surprised you picked it up now. I was talking to Ivan a couple of moments ago, too." Italy perked up, suddenly springing up out of his pity party and sort of waving his hands around as he talked. Gosh, is that what I looked like when I did that?

"Ve~! You're a-so a pretty! And smart, too! Like, you know all the languages, even German, and I think Germany is so proud, cause you speak it so well. Do you speak Italian? Or maybe even Japanese? Yah, cause I think a smart bella ragazza would know how~!"

I smiled, he seemed so excited, and besides the fact that he was a manipulative little bastard, he was cute. But now that I think about it, he was asking so that they would know if they were safe to speak in front of me. That little…!

With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I answered the sneaky shit. "A human can only know so many. What, you think I'd know that many? Haha, no. Russian and German sounded pretty, and I liked them, so I learnt them." I didn't address if I knew them or not, just that I knew German and Russian. Hehe, take that!

Russia smiled alittle, probably thinking that I didn't see him, but I did.

"Your voice is very pretty, how come you had an English accent earlier, bella?"

"I sometimes switch them out. It's accidental, trust me."

"How is having another accent accidentral?" Japan mispronounced accidental, which seemed sort of like something that he would do. Huh.

"It just is. It comes and goes, as with everything." I shrugged. "And what's with all the questions? Ya'll should be heading out, back to your own countries. Axis are not allowed in Allied countries, duh."

Just then, my phone started to ring, playing America's Marukaite Chikyuu. Russia visibly cringed when America's loud and obnoxious voice rang through my speakers. And hold on, since when was my phone in my pocket? I thought Britain had it.

Japan stood still, stiff from the sudden Japanese song playing, and the fact that it was America didn't seem to lessen the shock.

Anyway, my cell, in 1941, where cell phones didn't exist was ringing, and I'm pretty sure I didn't have signal. "What the… Why the hell is my phone ringing?" I took it out of my pocket, and it was upside down, so I held it between my fingers and flipped it around.

The screen said it was Kat, so I swiped my fingers across, answering the call and putting it up to my ear. "Yo. What's up?"

She started screaming something incoherent, and it was so loud I pulled my phone away from my ear. "Dude, chill out. What is it? And calmer, please!"

She took a few deep breaths, then started again, but this time I was able understand her.

"So we just go to Canada's house, and it's huge! I have a super awesome bedroom, it's like, yellow, and blue and all the awesomeness is so awesome! And he has like, three drawers with pancakes on them in the kitchen-"

"Wait, real pancakes or fake ones?" I raised my eyebrow, the mention of food making me hungry.

"Fake ones, they're stickers." Darn. There goes the chance for food.

"Anyway, so Kuma was the cutest thing, he went up and was just like "I'm hungry, can I have food?" so of course Mattie" since when was Kat calling Canada Mattie? "feeds him, and then he was so cute and smol when he was eating. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, he kissed me! EEK!"

"Hold up, hold up. Who?" I closed my eyes, trying to understand what my friend was saying.

"Canada, duh. We're like, official. Isn't that super awesome!? Oh my god, I think I'm going to pass out."

I nearly fell out of shock. "WHAT THE HELL DID CANADA DO?" I rubbed my forehead, trying to get rid of the stress. It didn't work. "I don't have the time for this, I'm dealing with important stuff."

All the nations were looking at me now, some of them kind of worried. I ignored them for the time being, because I knew I screwed up big time. I said Canada, not Matthew. Shit. And now that I think about it, Kat was super loud, so they probably heard her.

"What's more important than me?"

I took a deep breath before answering her so I wouldn't lose my cool. "The Axis, dumbass. I'll call you later, everyone is looking at me like I'm the insane one. Wish they could deal with you for one day…"

Kat must have been pretty offended at my little jab, since she started ranting. "HEY! I am not bad, I mean, how many times have you threatened to kill someone, and come on, you've even said that you'd break my legs if I ever double cross-".

I sighed and hung up the phone. "Fucking hell." I glanced over at Britain desperately. "Why did I decide to be her friend?"

"I don't know love, that's between you and Kat." He gave me a small side smile, but I know he was making fun of me, probably because he heard her. Shit.

"Okay, so, where were we?" I put my hands on my hips, trying my best to be serious.

"Vhy did you say Canada? Und vhy did your friend say that…" Germany trailed off, unsure how to word it. He was being super careful now, too, and watching his back. I don't really blame him, I mean, come on, I'd do that too.

"Did I? I wasn't aware." I tried to play dumb, but only God knows how long that will last for.

"You did, Cole. I am not to playing the "devil's advocate" or like you are calling it, but you did say it." Russia looked at me with a serious face, but I know that he's just being an asshole.

"And if I did?"

"Then you'd have ruined your cover." Britain butted in, none too happy.

"Okay, fine, I did. I know that you're countries. I think that was pretty obvious, but whatever."

"WHAT? That's so cool! Now I can totally take you to Italy and you can meet Romano, and-"

I cut him off, glaring a bit. "And now it's easier for me to refer to you guys by your country names. I don't know all of your human names, anyway. And no thanks, Italy. Not while you're driving."

No way in HELL would I EVER go in in the same car as Italy when he's the one driving. I do not have a death wish. Working with the Allies was dangerous enough, they were all hazards, but compare that with Italia's driving, and I'd choose the Allies any day.

Japan turned green at the mention of Italy's driving, even though I'm pretty sure that he hadn't been in the same car as Italy yet, considering that Italy was driving a fairly modern car in that episode.

Germany asked, with a no nonsense voice, "So who are you really?"

I let out a small, uncomfortable snort before straightening my back, since slouching while standing up was not the most comfortable.

"I'm the Earth. I would say nice to meet you, under any other circumstances, but right now you three, plus a few others, are my enemies."

"You're the Earth? No way!" Japan sort of maybe hinted that he didn't believe me, to which Russia glared at him.

"Da, she is. Cole made it rain in the meeting room."

I groaned and hid my face in my hands. "Not my finest moment."

Britain started laughing. "You haven't had a fine moment since I've met you!"

My face turned red. "Shut up!"

Italy giggled and jumped up. "Your face is as red as a tomato! And you're so cute~! I think you should meet Spain, too!" He spun around, almost falling face flat if it wasn't for Germany catching and stabilizing his Italian friend.

I face palmed. "Just leave. Seriously, I do NOT have the energy to deal with any of this."

I turned around on my heel, before adding, "And if you go anywhere besides straight to your planes, I swear, I will turn you into pretzels. And I'm not joking, either. Get the hell. Out. Of. Canada."

I could see the dark purple gathering around me, scaring the wits out of everyone else. With a satisfied twirl of my foot, I walked calmly away to where my bags were. When I was there, I picked them up, no trouble at all, and continued walking.

Britain walked side by side with me, face calm and composed, but as soon as we were outside of the other's view, he grabbed me, and pulled me aside.

I dropped the bags in surprise, not expecting to be pushed against the wall by Britain of all people.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing? You could have gotten yourself killed. You have no idea how war works, and you, as a PLANET, have just declared war on parts of yourself. When nations do that, we get our 2ps. I fear that you don't have one."

He was right, but we don't have room for doubt.

"Bruh. I did what I did, and it was calculated." Ooh, rhyming. Someone's the next Lin-Manuel Miranda. "And isn't my joining of the Allies a declaration of war?"

"Yes, I suppose it is, but what you did was incredibly reckless." His eyes scanned my face for any sign of emotion, but I kept everything hidden away. Like Bella Swan from Twilight, because that movie sucks! And the books, too.

"Hey, at least I had self-control. Sometimes I don't have that. " Haha, lying~! Everything was calculated. I want them to underestimate me, then I can destroy their feeble attempt at killing my people. And I understood more about war than Britain thought I did. Look at me, being a nerd and taking extra classes on battles and strategic planning DOES help!

"Yes, as you've demonstrated." He let go of me and started walking away. "What, are you waiting for me?" I looked over at him, still slightly dazed and caught up in my mental retorts.

"No, I'm waiting for America. Yes, I'm waiting for you!"

"Oh. Sorry."

Slightly off balance, but still able to walk without tripping, and holding my bags at my side, I made my way over to the large hall leading outside. Britain was a good few steps ahead of me, and he only seemed to be gaining.

"Hey, hold up, I'm sorry!"

I ran to keep up with him, but he only seemed to be walking faster. Was he really that mad at me?

"Ugh, not fair! I'm sorry, okay?" My hair whipped me in the face, having no compassion at all. When my hair hit me in the face, I couldn't see, and since I couldn't see, I didn't notice the tear in a upcoming rug. Therefore, I ran right into the rug and my shoe caught, sending me to the ground.

"AHH!" I went face first, landing with a loud thud onto the hard, stone floor, covered only by the small rug. My bags fell next to me, of course, after flying through the air like majestic waterfalls. Only in anime.

"You fell? Typical." Britain did at least turn around to help me, but I was in too much pain to notice.

My face felt like it was smashed, and I knew for a fact that my nose was bleeding, since I could feel it trickling down. My ankle hurt, too. It was probably just twisted.

"Ow." That was all I was able to get out, since the shock of the fall was still messing with my brain. I pulled myself up and against the wall, since doing much else was too hard.

The most confusing thing, though, was that it felt like the skin on my stomach was burning, but only in specific areas. As I noticed the skin on my stomach, my forearm was burning, too, as was the back of my neck and my chest area, near my collarbone and edging on the collarbone. None of those areas had touched the ground before now, and I'm positive it wasn't carpet burn.

"Do you need help getting up?" Britain was just standing above me, looking completely done with everything. He was looking at me in annoyance, probably thinking that I was exaggerating.

I wanted to get up, I really did, but I couldn't seem to move, at all. It's a miracle I moved to the wall.

I hissed through my teeth a bit, hoping that he would get the picture, that I was in way too much pain. The fact that there was a trail of blood trickling out from my nose would be nice for him to notice, too. Though in all fairness, I did have my head turned away and cheek against the wall, so he probably couldn't notice.

"This is ridiculous." He studied me a bit more, waiting for me to get angry and get up, but I didn't do anything, I just stayed in place, desperately hoping the burning would go away. "What's that red mark on your arm?"

I closed my eyes, trying to numb everything in most ways I could think through my clouded mind.

He knelt down, studying the burning part of my arm. "Hold on…" Britain gently touched my arm, a good inch from where the burning was, but the pain was so intense that out of reflex, I pulled my arm away.

That, of course, was a bad idea, because then it hurt even more, since the skin had moved. "Ow..."

"Cole… I have to look at your arm." I could practically feel him frowning.

"No."

"Are you bleeding?" He sidestepped over to my right, where my head had been turned. His shocked gasp was enough to get me to open my eyes.

"You're the most clumsy person I know. I thought it was America or Australia, but then here you come along, falling and tripping on things." He gritted his teeth, finally getting a glimpse of my arm. The coat had been pushed back when I fell, so my forearm was exposed to the air. I haven't even seen it, but judging by his reaction, it was bad.

"Does it burn anywhere else?"

I nodded, cringing when my skin retaliated. The cringing hurt me too, so there was nothing fun about that. And what the hell was burning so bad anyway?

"My neck, my collarbone, and a few other places." I hissed again when he gently probed at my hand, trying to find the mark.

"Cole, I need to see anywhere else it may burn or hurt. Can I move your hair so I can look at the other burns?"

Why did he need to see anything else? I don't want to move, it hurts! "Sure." I didn't move, even when I had the strong urge to when his hand pushed away my long dark hair. It took two swipes of his hand since when I was sitting down, my hair reached to the floor and then some.

A single hair brushed against the hot area on the back of my neck, and that single hair was enough to send a strangled cry ripping out of my throat.

"Shh, shh, it's okay." Britain's soft voice was enough to sort of distract me, but more than anything it kept me from floating away into my head.

He took in a sharp breath of air, almost as if he was appalled by the injury on my collarbone. Britain's eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as he moved my head to the side so that he could view the burn on my neck.

"I've never seen anything like this, but I know exactly what's going on. You have three other burns besides the ones I've looked at?"

How did he know? "Yeah, actually."

"Cole, I told you that you don't have a 2p. The burns on your skin are the marks of the countries you declared war against. Now they're retaliating, and the result is the burns. The burn on your arm is shaped like Germany, your collarbone is Italy, and the back of your neck looks like Romania. I'm going to make an assumption that the other three burns are Japan, Bulgaria, and Hungary. I wouldn't be surprised if you have a few other burns show up later."

I blinked. "What?" This is too much information for me to process in such a short amount of time.

"Come on, we have to get you to an infirmary."

Britain tried to help me get up, but that just resulted in my hissing whenever I moved. Eventually, he got me to stand up through some awkward positioning, with his right arm under my left arm, and me leaning against his hip, (yeah, awkward), but I couldn't put any pressure on my ankle.

"You know, I could just stay here…" Staying didn't catch my fancy at the moment, since I really don't want to be left alone, but it's too painful to move, and I don't want to bring Britain down.

Britain rolled his eyes. "No, I'm getting you to a hospital. As much as I'm sure you'd love to not move, and I'm very sorry, but these are serious burns. I may have to call America here though…"

I groaned. "AW, come on!"

"Oh, stop it. You can hold up until we get there." He pulled me up a little more, and placed my non burning hand over his shoulders. It was uncomfortable, my shoulder and armpit were being stretched and it sort of hurt, but I didn't say anything.

We walked to the glass door, which was down the hallway. I hobbled and leaned on Britain until we made it to the couches, where he dropped me on the seat.

"Ow. You didn't have to drop me." I looked up at him through my lashes, irritated but more than anything in pain.

"You were going to bleed on my uniform. I don't have the time to get the stain out." Britain glared down at me, now somewhat relaxed.

"Cold water and hand soap." Years of bleeding out of my lady parts prepared me for war and bloodstains.

Now that he mentioned it, my nose hadn't stopped bleeding. And now the blood was all over my chin and face. But he probably could have been nicer about it.

Crap. I probably look like some type of monster.

"Do you have a tissue or something?"

"No." What a helpful little dandelion he is.

With my good hand, I patted my pockets, both in my jeans and my coat, until I felt a small lump. I stuck my hand inside the pocket, and pulled out tissues! "Oh, nevermind. I have some here. I think I may have stuck them in there when I got sick a few months ago…"

Wiping my nose with the blood works still going, with only one hand, seemed to be more difficult than I thought it would be. I managed, but before long, the tissue was red and was already streaking the crimson liquid all over my face. I got a new one, and finally got the blood cleaned up.

When everything was clean, I quickly reached for two new tissues and stuffed them up my nose, cutting off the exit for the blood. I think my nose was broken, because it hurt whenever it shifted. That and it was at a weird angle.

"Can we go now? The sooner we get to some hospital or something, the sooner I can be treated and then you won't have to stress yourself out. Because you're so caring, ya know?"

Okay, I'm going to be honest. I sounded really weird since the tissue was up in my nose cavity thing. Like, I had a high pitched voice, it sounded really nasally, and…

Let me put it this way: I sounded like I was congested.

"Thank you for the compliment." Britain arrogantly stuffed his nose in the air, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It wasn't a compliment, dimwit." I narrowed my eyes. Was he always so…. Infuriating!? "Is your arrogant and thickheaded attitude to overcompensate for something, or are you actually like this?"

"I can't overcompensate for anything that I'm not missing. Everything is in perfect proportions, love." He winked. "Of course, if you don't believe me-"

"NO, STOP RIGHT NOW!" I shook my good hand, absolutely shocked and angry that he even went there. "You're worse than Italy, you perverted piece of… eh, I don't know. English person?"

Britain chuckled. "'English person' is not an insult."

"Not to you, but to the rest of the world, yeah, it is. I mean, in soccer or football, whatever you call it, country's chants are 'WE HATE ENGLAND MORE THAN YOU DO'. I mean, I don't know about what you take from this, but I'd think that's an insult."

His eyes practically bugged out of his head. "What countries?"

Should I tell him it's his brothers, mostly? Yeah, I will, because he's an ass. "Your brothers."

At Britain's face, the absolute shock and horror and surprise, a small bubble of amusement surfaced, but I didn't let it come out.

"Those…" He shook his head before seeming as though he wanted to drop the subject.

"Come on, we still have to get you to the hospital. And the bleeding hasn't stopped, your tissues are all red now."

"Huh? Oh, thanks. And Britain?" I looked up at him, an easy smile playing on my lips. "Thanks, a lot. You're super awesome." And now I feel really bad for telling him that. English person isn't an insult, it really isn't. And now I feel like crap. Great.

"And frankly, I'd be proud to be English or British. Technically both, but besides that, it really doesn't matter."

"Huh, thanks." He huffed. "And get up if you can, we still have to get outside and to my car. I still might need help though, and Russia is busy escorting the pig headed lunatics, and everyone else is gone…"

WAIT! I have a cell phone, that magically works, right? "Hey, I can call someone. Kat and Canada might come help, if they're not too busy sucking each other's faces off."

"I suppose it can't hurt to call her." Did he forget about Canada?

My burned hand was throbbing with pain, so I grabbed the phone with my left hand, (my good one), which was super uncomfortable and hard since I'm right handed. After I clicked the home button to turn on the screen, then faced with the picture of Britain, (yes, I blushed and looked down at the ground while he looked like he had won the whole damn war by himself), I unlocked the screen and opened my calling icon. (My password is 1942, if you're wondering.)

I swiped across Kat's contact page, a shortcut to calling.

"Hello?" Kat answered, sounding slightly breathless. I think my hunch was right.

"Hey Kat, sorry to bother you guys. But I fell, and I may or may not have broken my nose, sprained my ankle, or twisted it, I'm not sure yet. Also, there are burns all over my body shaped like the countries that I may or may not have declared war against. I'm also covered in blood from a nonstop nosebleed, and I may or may not pass out from blood loss. Could you come help?"

She took in a sharp breath before answering, followed by a soft exhaling. "Sure. Are you still at the meeting place?"

"Yeah."

"Be there in like, I don't know, how long Mattie?" There was some shuffling before a soft voice answered, which sounded like Canada.

"Maybe ten minutes. Are you okay, Cole?" Canada sounded concerned, but his whispering was almost impossible to make out over the phone line.

"Truthfully, no, I'm ready to scream. But thanks for asking." Bored, I groaned inwardly and stared up at the ceiling while I waited for Kat to get back on the line.

The phone shuffled a bit more before Kat finally made it on the line, sounding rushed and very upset. "We'll be there in a bit, okay? Bye Cole!" She hung up before I could say anything back.

That was a… interesting conversation. At the very least…

My phone screen turned off on its own, so I just dropped it in my lap.

"BORED." I threw my left hand in the air dramatically, copying Sherlock.

"I can tell. Why don't you focus on your pain? I'm sure you won't be so bored then." Britain briefly glanced over at me, unamused.

"Because then you'll be dealing with a hysterical Cole, and God forbid that to happen. You'd leave me here and head your ass straight back to England."

"True, I can't deny that statement. I have a hard enough time dealing with you now, anything else is too extreme."

"I'm exactly like you, though. Just not hot and British."

He grinned a bit, before retorting, "One of those is not true."

I wasn't British, so was he saying that I was hot? "Cool, thanks. It's always nice to hear that someone thinks I'm attractive." My voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Not someone. Even America, the idiot, noticed." He looked up at the same part of the ceiling I was studying.

"Huh, thanks, I guess." I left my tone flat, trying to show how bored I was.

"You're welcome, I suppose. What's so interesting about the ceiling?"

"I'm not sure, but there is a small black spot over there, and I'm trying to figure out if it's a bug or part of the ceiling, which is more likely to be a bug since it's tile. But then again, it might be marker from when they were installing the ceiling, sooo."

"It's a beetle." Britain, who I'm assuming was amused by my antics, strode over to my portion of the couch and dropped himself next to me.

"Huh."

He leaned back and stuck his hands in his uniform pockets. "You're very intelligent, in ways that you don't show. But what I'm trying to figure out is why you do cover it up. The higher the intelligence, the less people tend to care about others. Why did you keep your IQ hidden? I understand that you said that it was to keep from being bullied, but yet I highly doubt that."

I was hoping that he hadn't noticed.

"Haven't you figured it out already, Mr. Holmes?"