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Previously on Awaken of Ex Colonies:

"we need to find out who he is and why he's doing it!"

"You should be sorry!"

"I lost my tears..."

"Okay...Aniki..."

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"It's too cold…help me…"

"Let the meeting start!" Switzerland announced as the countries took their assigned seats. It has been three weeks and six meetings. China and England have not recovered from the last encounter, not even the slightest healing as a country. Everyone was all anxious about the Stalker. What's worse is The Stalker has not taken any victims yet which made the nations more paranoid. All stayed in the same building, all have each other's phone numbers to call, all never left the country Switzerland.

"The Stalker has not come for any of us yet. We need to find out what his motives are!" Germany slammed his fist down in frustration. Italy flinched at the German and held Japan's sleeves tight. Surprisingly, Italy has been clinging to the Japanese more than the German. He's always asked him how his days went, how he's feeling, and get him to talk to him more. He didn't want to recap the gloomy days of Japan… it reminds him of when he lost someone special and didn't show his tru feelings to anyone.

"What did we do to deserve something like this? I mean, I don't think any of us did anything wrong to deserve this!" America shouted. "I don't care what his motives are. I just want to find out who he is!" America crossed his arms and slumped back to his seat.

"America, we feel your pain, but we've been researching for day now and can't find any clues" Switzerland sighs and rub his temples in frustration. "We don't even know what he looks like, what he sounds like. We've checked every country's data base and couldn't find anything about someone who would know about the stalker or the stalker him/herself."

"Wait… maybe The Stalker is from history" The whole world jerked their heads to the quite whisper of Liechtenstein. No one has thought of that before. Liechtenstein looked up and blushed at the sudden attention. "Erm… It might be someone that hated Mr China and Mr England from history… but… the information still doesn't help to who Stalked us" Liechtenstein fiddled with her fingers.

"Liechtenstein, you do have a point!" America gave her a small smile which she accepted sheepishly. "It could be someone from the past that hates all of us" America repeated Liechtenstein's words.

"Or someone in a point of history that detest both China and England to a point of their ex colonies hurting them" Canada added, holding Kumajiro tight. What he saw when he entered the scene in America's house traumatized him. He has never seen his caretaker cry and bleed so much in one day. If England cared about America to the point of breaking down in tears and letting him hurt the Brit… does he care about Canada as much? Those are the whispers that have been around his head for days.

"But who would hate both countries?" It was Austria's turn to speak. "It must have been someone from the Opium war… or maybe WWII. Those are the two wars I could think of where China was either against England or by his side."

"Don't forget the war they fought for me…" Hong Kong mumbled. It was worse for him. Both his care takers have been injured and he couldn't do anything. He liked his Sensei China and England equally, but he's stuck to the Chinese more than England. Taiwan rubbed Hong Kong's back and smiled at him which he took as a cheer up sign.

"But who has seen all those wars and got mad at them? What nationality is The Stalker? From what time period is he/she from? Those are the questions we need to ask ourselves." Switzerland said. "Let the meeting end early now, after lunch we'll all meet here again to begin our world meeting. Meeting adjured!" With that, a flood of countries ran to the cafeteria.

UK Siblings

"There's nothing good to choose from" North Ireland yawned at the different types of food in front of him. He tapped his tray furiously with his fingers out of boredom.

"Come on North, I'm getting hungry!" Ireland tapped her foot heatedly at her twin brother. North Ireland gave his twin a shrug before choosing a French cuisine. "Thank you!" Ireland gave a loud sigh before ordering pancakes with so much maple syrup on top. She looked at the meal with blank looks before placing it down on her tray.

Scotland raised his eyebrow. "Since when do ye like Maple syrup?"

Ireland formed a small blush on her pale cheeks. "Since always!" And with that, she picked up her tray of food, grabbed a glass of orange juice, and paid for her lunch before storming to the furthest table.

Wales gave a sigh. "I'm guessing she feels guilty about something… or someone" He turned to look at the American twins. He nodded before ordering Fish and Chips.

Once the three brothers ordered their meals, they make their way to the table that occupied Ireland. The table was next to the window Ireland's looking through. Scotland slide his way next to his sister while Wales was sitting across from Ireland and North Ireland was across from Scotland.

"Mind if we join you?" North Ireland asked in a gentlemen like tone, mocking Ireland.

"Aye" Ireland snapped a glare at him. The brothers shrugged and began eating their meals.

"What are ye lookin' at?" Scotland asked his little sister. Ireland pointed down at the traffic below. It was what she found more entertaining than talking to her brothers.

"The bloody road below" Ireland said blankly. She then turned her head back to her pancake and cuts tiny slices before popping one to her mouth. She gave a small shiver at the sweet taste of Maple syrup blasting around her taste bud.

Ireland watched his sister forcibly trying to eat another slice of pancake and shivering again. "You know you can wipe of some of the maple syrup off the pancake?" North Ireland pointed at his sister's meal with his fork.

Ireland blushed. "No. I like to have so much Maple syrup on my pancake" Her grip on her utensils was tightening. Scotland gave a loud sigh before plunging his fork to one of Ireland's sliced pancakes and pops it in his mouth.

"It's sweet" Scotland simply said. "If it's sweet for me then it's really sweet for ye." Ireland's taste bud is like England's. Both hate anything too sweet like America's cakes (if you call the neon thing a cake!), though Scotland and North Ireland's taste buds are completely different. They love anything that is really sweet. Wales is somewhat in the middle of the whole sweet thing.

"Ire, we know you feel bad for shouting at Canada." Wales bluntly pointed out. Ireland's pale cheeks transformed to the colour of a poppy. It was pointless to deny anything to her brothers, especially smart Wales. She loosed her grip on her utensils and let her hands flop down the side of the table.

"We know you well, Ire. When you feel bad about someone, not like it's a usual act from you, you start eating cusines made by the person or country." North Ireland confirmed.

"Bloody hell, it's true…" She murmured.

"Wow, it must've been really bad if you're actually admitting the fault" North Ireland commented.

"Yer also worried about wee England, are ye?" Scotland asked softly. Ireland gave a slow nod at Scotland before letting trickles of tears fall from her face.

"Even if I have my independence from the UK, I still need England for help. I ask him in the rudest way to do my work for me at world meetings and he accepts it. I don't know why he accepted an offer I rudely ask from him…" Ireland trailed off as she reminisces through the time when she asked England to do her work for her.

"Hey little brother, I don't feel like entering the world meeting with those people so you're going to do my work!" Ireland grumply said in the corridor of England's home. England turned to look at her with confusion in his face.

"But you said you wanted to be independent from the UK… so why do I have to do your work for you?" England crossed his arms at his elder sister.

Ireland smirked. "Because my boss is making me and I'm too lazy to enter! Having the fact that you're my little brother makes it perfect for the job!" She thrust her hands behind her head.

England twitched his eyebrows and sighs. "Fine I will, but you have to come to at least a meeting! Your boss will be angry at you if you don't." He gave his sister one last look before turning the other direction towards the door of the world meeting. Ireland looked at the Brit with shocked face. She didn't know that her little brother would accept her offer so quickly.

Instead of saying thanks, Ireland bellowed, "Good that you actually accepted this, England!"

"… that's how I treated him. I feel weird now… I don't know what to say about this feeling… but it's caving on m-"

"Guilt?" North Ireland raised his eyebrow. Ireland nodded.

"Ireland…" Scotland said with a gentle tone. The said name lifted her head up to face her eldest brother. Scotland took his fingers and flicked North Ireland forehead.

It left a red mark on her forehead from the powerful flick. North Ireland places her hands on her forehead to try and tone down the burn. "OW! What was that for?" She snapped a glare full of water at her brother. Scotland grinned at his sister before scuffling her tidy put pony tail.

"Come on! We all know that wee England will be okay! Stop being such a sour puss, Ire" Scotland chuckled at the messy bronze haired Irish. Ireland puffed up her cheeks before continuously punching Scotland. Her rage was high but her fists were soft to Scotland's shoulder. North Ireland and Wales began giggling at Ireland's hairdo while Scotland blocked the punches from her. Even if her brothers are mocking her she wanted to keep this scene going.

"England… please come soon… you're missing the part where I get humiliated! I want to hear you laugh again…"

America and Canada

"Argh! Why can't I stab you!" Canada gave his twin a questioned look as he watched a war between a grape and America's fork. America just finished his fifth hamburger before munching through a forest of fruits in his bowl.

The Canadian sighs. "Is it that hard to just stick a fork through a grape?" He was supposed to be eating his steak peacefully while watching his brother stuff burgers down his throat. Kumajiro, who was sitting next to his owner, watched the two American brothers while holding his fish.

Canada was surprised of the quick recovery from his brother. It's just like after the meeting ended; he clicks back to his normal mode. Canada was thinking about the Stalker more and more, but with his cheery brother around, the thought soon fade away. Though, he didn't tell him what Ireland said yet. He's not planning to tell him but he must. Some nations could tell from the looks of Canada's face that he's thinking about something. Sometimes, he's glad that his brother still has his bluntness.

America stopped his attempts on stabbing the grape and looked at his twin. "Well it's your fault for making me buy a fruit salad! That's what you get for being healthy!" America spat the last word out like a seed of a watermelon. It was true that Canada forced his brother to buy something healthy for himself. They debated for a long time, but America agreed to buy it. In return, Canada has to make him his famous pancake topped with maple syrup once the mystery's dealt with for a week. That took ten minutes in line to force an American to be healthy. If America was a girl, this could be a easier… He thinks…

"Just be happy that you finished the pear, apple, and two grapes from that bowl." Canada pointed out with his fork. America stuck his tongue out at the Canadian before proceeding with his war. Oh how America reminded him of a three year old.

"I can't believe it takes me this long to conquer a grape!" America pouted. He then held the fork in the air, and thrust it down to the grape.

"America I don't think that's a go-" before the Canadian could finish his warning, America's fork has reached the grape with tremendous force. What the American forgot to calculate was the aim. The fork didn't hit the centre so it slipped to the side of the grape which sends the purple ball to bounce to the other side of the bowl before flying smack to America's forehead. The situation was too fast for America to comprehend. Once the grape bashed America's forehead, he jerked his head backwards making his whole body fall down with his chair to the floor. America's body was still in a sitting position while he fell, so his legs were dangling from the chair.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww…."

Canada blinked twice before going to a fit of laughter. Even Kumajiro giggled at America's loss, ignoring the stares from other countries.

"Not funny…" America mumbled while still on the floor.

"Should I tell the nurse about your injury?" Canada whipped the tear that formed in her eyes.

"No! Not awesome bro!" America burst to a small fit while wiggling his leg furiously. Canada kept smiling and laughing at his twin. Oh how forgotten how to laugh hard. Behind him, Kumajiro was holding a board with words written: America's fork; 0, Mr Grape; 1.

Nordics

"Why's America laughing so hard? Or is that Canada?"

"It's Canada" Iceland confirmed to his elder brother. "The polar bear's next to him"

"I haven't seen Canada laugh before. He sounds like America when he laughs that loud." Finland commented between munches. Sweden nodded.

"Man, I can't believe America's brother could make such a racquet with him being so quite in meetings. It's like having Iceland laugh his head off when you tell a joke to him." Denmark announced, tossing his hands behind his head.

"I see what you mean…" Sweden said.

Iceland looked at the Nordics and pouted. "I can laugh whenever I want."

"Right…" Norway teased. "Denmark has tried multiple times, you just can't laugh"

"So can't you, Nor!" Demark grinned. "You are definitely the elder brother of Icey!" Denmark slammed Norway's back with his hands which cause the Norwegian to cough.

"Denmark, you shouldn't do that while Norway's still eating" Finland indicated with concern in his voice. "He might choke on something."

Norway locks a death look on Denmark before grabbing his tie and pulled the part that makes it tighter. Denmark gasps while trying to reach his collar to loosen the knot. Unfortunately, his attempts were futile as Norway pulled harder on the tie.

"Erm… Norway… I don't think you should do that…" Finland insisted to his friend though Norway didn't listen. Finland stood up from his seat and tried his best to calm the Norwegian while Sweden stood there and watched the whole performance with Iceland. After a while, Norway finally releases the tie and watched Denmark fetch the oxygen back to his system. Finland lets out a breath of relief.

"Not true, I smile when I try to hurt you" Norway smirked at the Denmark. He then took a napkin and patted the soft exterior on his lips before getting out of his chair.

"Where are you going?" Iceland asked his elder brother.

"I'm going back to my hotel room to fetch something. I'll be back soon." With that, Norway strolled out of the cafeteria. Behind him, the Nordics looked at each other with shrugs.

Norway

Once he reached the comfort of his room, Norway shut the door tight with a lock and leaned his back to the door. He slowly slid himself down the door until he was in a crouching position.

"Why does my head hurts…?" Norway mumbled to himself. Norway clenched his head hard and shut his eyes tight. Something has been disturbing him from when he and the others ran to America's home. It hurts but he couldn't tell anyone, can he? The reason he came to his room is unknown to everyone except him. The head ache appears and disappears every one hour. At meetings that last three hours, he has to hold it in. He's used to hold on something in like this.

"Argh! What's going on? Is it because of the stalker?" Norway cursed underneath his breath.

"Norway…"

Norway jerked his head up and looked at the vivid picture in front of him. "Who are y-you?" He hissed at the person in front of him. He couldn't see anything but blurs of white and black, one of the consequences in having a head ache. The person didn't say anything. Instead, it extends its big hand to Norway's head and touched it.

"Argh!" Norway clenched his hair tighter and shut his eyes, hoping to erase the image of the Stalker. He couldn't. He shut and opens his eyes multiple times, both able to see the figure in front of him. The pain erupted in his mind like a volcano shooting lava. It hurts, yet he couldn't scream or yell out his pain.

"You're doing a good job holding your pain, Norway…" a ghostly voice responded to the Norwegian as he felt a blast of power damaging his mind. Norway lets out gasps out air in and out to prevent him from screaming. Somehow, the air around him felt cold and dry. It scared him to be around such a small space with deadly air around him. It was too cold to inhale anymore air.

"W-Why don't you leave m-me alone? W-Why don't you l-leave us alone?" Norway spat at the blurry figure, holding his pain well. He felt a breeze whispering to his ear like running through a forest of thorns. It was getting dangerously cold around him.

"Look at you, caring for your friends…" was all the figure say before pulling his hand away from Norway's head and disappearing into thin air. Norway's vision had returned back to him as he reverts back to a clear view of his wardrobe. Though, he didn't get to see the figure that was hurting him so much, but he knows who it was.

"Stalker…" Norway mumbled before getting back up to his feet. He steadied himself at the door, getting one last look at his face before meeting with his friends again.

In the mirror, he saw his eyes swirl a mixture of sea blue and purple, twinkling in the light before returning back to the dull blue-purple colour. A small tear rolled down Norway's cheeks as he roughly whipped it away.

"There's no point in showing something as weak as this, Norway. You've already seen this countless times… there's no point in crying." Norway paused. "I shouldn't worry the others about this… it's too pointless for someone to be worrying about a curse such as this…"

Be honest here people; who did not see the part of Norway coming? Truthfully, I too did not see this scene coming on my head :P It just came up to me a while ago! Kewl :3 As you have read, I placed a comedy like scene in the middle of all the depressing aura around the room... I purposely placed it there :P I wanted to at least hear you guys laugh before crying or weeping again... because it's going to get sad soon :)

I don't know if the fact about Ireland is true or not. I imagine her to be more of a Romano kind of person and since she's England's older sister, I think she shouldn't like sweet things. I've read somewhere that Scotland has A LOT of sweet stuff there and I picture North Ireland as North Italy... so why wouldn't the driving maniac not like sweet things? If you think the info is wrong or have a problem with it... please PM me :)

As some of you might have noticed, I didn't put some of the sayings from next chapter in Awaken of Ex Colonies, well I'm saving those for the next chapter... if you don't get it then... here, read below :P

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Next Chapter in Awaken of Ex Colonies:

"Are you alright?"

"Why am I related to you?"

"I'm scared of the sea, the cold always hurt me"

"Where are they?"

"You should know better!"

"Island ... være trygg. Ikke gråt"

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