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Of course Liechtenstein and Austria and Poland were all expecting war with Stefan - who wasn't? - but it must come swifter than expected, because the next day during the Meeting, Korea is talking about GDPs and pacts and treaties when Austria jumps up and starts hissing obscenities at me.

"Austria?" Korea exclaims; everyone knows Austria likes to be polite and proper, with the exception of an occasional 'moron', "Is everything alright?" He looks at the papers he's holding. "Oh, I know that this deficit is a bit out"-

"That little - that - declared war on me!" roars Austria in thick, guttural German. This is also surprising. He usually has a very refined manner of speech.

About a quarter of the nations there don't understand what he's saying, so Hungary stands up and relays this message softly in first English, then Chinese, then Russian, so everyone knows for sure what is being said, because everyone speaks at least one of those languages or German.

All hell breaks loose. Someone throws a teacup at my head. I dodge and it shatters on the wall behind me. It only takes me a second to realize Switzerland probably has a gun with him, too.

"Dvigat'sya!" Russia roars. He grabs me by the arm and forces me to dash out of the Meeting room. "RUN!" he growls at me, and I do as I'm told, thinking of how capable he is of hurting people.

Russia and I burst out of the building. It is eleven o'clock at night in Seoul, but the city is still brighter than ever. A couple of locals throw us funny looks, but we ignore them, racing past street vendors and boutiques and rows of blinding, bright traffic and skyscrapers in one of the busiest cities in the world. Finally, when we cannot run anymore, we collapse on a bench, lost and exhausted.

"We don't have much time, so tell me, why did you do it?" Russia asks. I have the sense that something is very, very wrong, so I say, "I have to go home," which is exactly what I told Hungary, and I know Russia, too, understands.

"What if you"- he breaks off, but I know what he was going to say. What if you win? What if you don't die?

"You never really believed me," I say to him, not angry or mean, just truthful. "About all that Germany stuff, about me dying in 1947. Did you? Did you ever believe me?"

He frowns and looks me straight in the eye. "I always believed you, Prussia. Always."

I feel a pain in my heart.

"I love you," he says. I say nothing, still breathing heavily. "And Hungary believes you, too. She really, really does. I talked to her."

"I don't know what to do," I say, focusing on a flashing billboard directly across the street from me, looking up at the high-rise buildings, at anything but the person sitting next to me.

Russia shifts. "You get though this. And if you don't, well..."

"A lot of people are going to die."

"It was inevitable eventually, da? I mean, sometime, America would have snapped, or Belarus would have, or I would have. You know, my boss..." he trails off, and I remember he was going to invade my country.

"I know," I say. "That doesn't make it much better." Because it really doesn't.

"Austria is already pissed," Russia says. "I'm sure your neighbors will be soon, too. I wonder what America and so on will do."

"France is going to kill me..."

"He already hates you."

"No, he"- I break off. This is when I can't take it anymore and a tear slides down my cheek.

Let's take a look at my life right now. I died but I'm alive. Bruder is gone. France hates me and I'm declaring war on him. I just put the fate of the world - literally - in some bloodthirsty twenty-year-old's hands. Everyone is preparing to go fight against me. I have no one to turn to, except maybe Denmark, but something tells me he isn't going to help me here.

I sob, my face buried in Russia's shoulder, and he just holds me for a while. My mind is saying that this is not awesome - this is dangerous, this is not okay - but I ignore my head and let the pain wash over me for a time.

After some time, Russia says, "It's probably not safe to go back to the hotel, or hang out here in Seoul, where all the other countries are."

I nod in response. "Yeah," I say. "Do you think I would win the war?" I ask. "Answer honestly."

Russia frowns, one arm around my shoulder. "It depends, really, on how many other nations you've got going up against you. You are one of the most powerful countries right now. Your army is very, very strong. If you had enough of an enemy, though, maybe..." he looks at me. "But you know what it will take, right? Your entire country must be dissolved."

"What am I gonna do?" I ask for the second time.

"It is too late to go back," he says. "We will have to see what happens. Anyways, let's go back to Prussia. Hungary offered to meet us at your house one last time."

"Alright," I say, standing up slowly. "Where's the nearest airport?"

It has been a few months since the war started. Russia and Hungary have stayed with me the entire time. We have camped out at my house, ignoring calls from Stefan and other nations. Some days I feel pains, like cramps, maybe, and some days Hungary feels them, too, because we are in the war, and our nations will always be tied to us, blah blah blah, boring unawesome facts. Russia is trying to be neutral, but it looks like things might not stay that way for long.

Hungary the nation is not on my side, but Hungary the human is. I don't know about Russia. America has allied with several of my neighbors and is fighting against me. Well, he's mainly fighting against me because Japan took my side. Sure enough, chaos has broken, and all the news show anymore is war footage, peace attempts, wrecked cities, things like that.

We do not eat very much, but we are nations and we don't need to. Of course we are hungry, but we mostly ignore our growling stomachs and focus on news reports, Internet articles, and other information.

One day, Hungary tells us December has rolled around, and Russia and I are fairly surprised. I mean, duh, we could feel that it was getting colder, but we had all been so preoccupied.

"This calls for a break," Hungary says. Russia and I agree.

I make a fire in the fireplace and turn up the heat and watch snow fall from the dark gray sky. (It looks depressing and it reminds me of Russia, but I don't say anything.) Hungary makes hot chocolate and finds popcorn. We watch movie after movie, sitting through every single one in my cabinet, and I find it strange that I haven't watched a movie in over sixty years.

It's a very nice day. Looking back, it's the best day I had, probably, in that world, and one of my favorites - if you can shut out the war and the sadness raging outside your door, just for a moment.

But we are nations, and we are quite good at ignoring suffering.