Do not own Hetalia or the characters. This particular chapter was pulled out of me from pure determination to remind my readers I haven't died yet nor have I forgotten them, Thank you Madame Bluebird Rain for sticking with the story and being as patient as a turtle, enjoy.~!

"The idiot wants to try to do what?!" Ludwig shouted as struck the desk in the world meeting office. All were accounted for except for the loud mouthed American, Matthew had taken the ill man back to the States to help him recuperate regardless of how Alfred was already almost in tip top shape. Everyone still worried for the nation's mental health, all would agree that his idea was completely insane. Little Feliciano was the first to make any move in answering the enraged German.

"H-he wants," Feli cleared his throat, if he wanted anyone to go along with Alfred's plan he was going to have to be confident, Feliciano had faith in Alfred's crazy idea to save Gilbert as dangerous as it was. Feliciano straightened his back and looked steadily at his German, "Alfred thinks that we should entire our dream lands, with our 'sweet devils' and all join to wake Gilbert and his devil up! I believe in Alfred's idea completely!"

"Feliciano do you not remember last time we did that?"Roderich spoke up from his end of the conference table, "We lost Germania," He cast a wary glance over at Ludwig, "And I have no intentions of losing Gilbert completely." The smaller man hunched his back in faint remembrance of the Ancient Nation's vanishing, the look of pain that remained upon his children's faces years after and how a few of them held the same look at the memory being brung back to the forefront of their minds. "He may not still be a nation, but Gilbert still is a large part of the world and people still believe in Prussia as though he were Weihnachtsmann."

"More like Krampus," Vasch said under his breath, Roderich sent the Swiss man a hard glare that was returned with a stony expression.

"As I was saying," Roderich continued, "We need a plan that won't endanger everyone who attempts to participate in saving the dummkopf."

"I have to agree with Roderich, Alfred hasn't the slightest clue as to what he is trying to drag us all into." Arthur sighed as he slunk down in his chair arms crossed. In retrospect, this entire plan was his fault because he refused to teach the American twins about the Devils inside them. The Englishman felt a hard throbbing betwixt his eyes and set forth in his attempt to sooth the building pressure, noticing his ex lover's distress, Antonio set about getting water for him. Everyone attending the meeting was stressed and beyond the point of worry, it do not matter if their nation had the finest economy in decades, everyone would collapse at the emotional stress of the albino's disappearance. "Thank you Anthony," Arthur looked up at the Spaniard whose smile had been less than cheerful for months and nodded his acceptance of the glass, "Maybe we should locate Gilbert's body first, I can probably find some spell to pull him out of his slumber and-"

There was a collective shouting of the word 'no' in as many different languages as there were people in the large room. Most people sprang up from their chairs in fright or shock and some flew beneath the table for protection, none believed the Brit's idea would end well. No one would truly tell the man that he was horrid at sorcery because they feared he might set Russia upon them. Arthur sighed, "I'll ask my brother's for help if that's the case, but none of you get your hopes up!"

"Calm down Arturo," Antonio cooed as he massaged Arthur's tense shoulders, for two who swore never to get together again, both men seemed quite comfortable with the comforting intimacy they were sharing as of late. "I'm sure your hermanos won't be too difficult to deal with." Antonio internally sighed knowing of the havoc that the four would cause together in the same room.

Author's Notes:

I am sorry this chapter was so short, I apologise for what I am about to do.