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Light Court

"Okay..." Greece took the cat off his lap and he placed it back on his head. He closed his eyes and reopened them; their color changed to be a dark orange. "I haven't really figured it out myself yet. But here it is." A few more voices seemed to join his own as he continued to speak.

"Please hurry." Germany complained. His own shield was beginning to spark with all the spirits being summoned. Greece nodded and opened his mouth, as if he was screaming.

The moon has fallen

And the key is lost

Death dances in night

With the song of skies

Singing of the scorned

But stars hide the lock

Burning protectors

Of old cities gone

Hidden by ashes

Tricked by a fool beast

Embers from the mouth

Tricked by a fool human

Crafty minded men

Friends of the lost sun

Eclipsed into dark

The stars hide the lock

Hidden in ashes

Never to be found

Surrendering death

Still keeping hope live

The death that dances

Death still bright with dreams

Dreams of the lost sun

The stars are not lost

The sun has the lock

The moon has the key

Greece's mouth closed, the voices were dying down while continuing to repeat the last line. As silence finally washed over the two, Greece's eyes returned to their normal color.

"Why can't your prophecies be like Finland's?" Germany muttered, trying to bring the blue back into his own eyes. Germany had a peculiar shield, it allowed him to channel spirits and let them take over his body. His eyes remained black, with something that looked like smoke rising within them.

"Because then there would be nothing to solve." Greece responded. He yawned, relaxing into the chair under himself. "I... will tell you some of my theories." Germany opened his mouth to say something, but as he noticed a figure he remained silent and alert.

The German sighed in something akin to relief as Italy made his way over to the two of them.

"Hallo, Italy." Germany greeted. Italy smiled up at Germany, climbing onto his lap. "It's almost time for bed!" Italy curled up into Germany's chest, realizing what he intruded upon.

"One moment, please." Germany said. "I need to discuss something with Greece." Italy remained with Germany.

"Why can't I hear?" He pouted. "I am the queen." Germany sighed and nodded, permitting the Italian to stay. "Ve!" Italy cheered, celebrating his small victory.

"What do you think?" Germany asked as Greece started to visibly shift in his chair.

"Based on the words, it's obviously an ex-nation who died by fire. I think they lived a long time ago." Germany nodded, anyone could understand this after hearing the prophecy "But I think the fire might be both... literal and symbolical."

"So who are you thinking of, ve?" Italy questioned, having a few ideas of his own.

Greece thought for a moment. "Probably Pompeii." Italy shivered. He remembered Pompeii; that city-state always bullied him and Romano. He couldn't say he was depressed when Grandpa Rome had found him turned to stone one day. But at the same time, these actions didn't seem like something Pompeii would do.

Pompeii was a foolish warrior, he would have tried to attack by now.

"I don't think so." Italy frowned. "Any other ideas?"

Greece gave a small smile. "Yes. I have two more. Maybe Hittite?" Greece himself remembered Hittite well. He always hung out with Anatolia and that Turkish bastard. "Actually, no." Hittite was very strong and intelligent, even though he had been illiterate he wouldn't let himself be swayed by dark emotions.

"Who's your last nation?" Germany asked. Greece cringed slightly, obviously not wanting to name the next ex-nation.

"One of my lost big sisters. Troy." Greece frowned again, not wanting to explain further.

"Troy?" Germany wondered out loud. Hadn't he heard of that somewhere before?

"The Iliad." Greece looked guilty, and he took the cat off his head. He played with its paws, trying to distract himself from the sinking feeling in his chest.

Italy let out a knowing "Ve..." as he too remembered slight bits of Troy. Well, not her exactly, but he remembered that some other city-states would talk about her. Germany nodded too. Prussia had him read the epic when he was little. Prussia had told him something about an awesome military siege, which was so well planned it could have been made by Fritz himself.

"So..." Germany paused, taking in their faces. "We have our moon. But who are the sun and the stars?"

Liechtenstein

Liechtenstein woke up in a bed that she recognized as one that was not her own. She rolled onto her side, and bumped into something. She slowly cracked open an eye. She was met with the sleeping face of Switzerland. Liechtenstein smiled only a little as she watched Switzerland for a few moments. She almost always woke up half an hour before him somehow. It didn't matter the circumstance, she always managed to unless one of them was sick of hurt.

She was still very happy; Liechtenstein didn't normally sleep next to Switzerland anymore. He told her that she was too old for it. Liechtenstein moved a little closer to him, but slowly and carefully.

She didn't want to wake Switzerland up.

Lili closed her eyes again and went over the day's schedule in her head. 'Okay, so first we have to run laps at noon. That's not so bad. After that we have lunch and more weapon training. Switzy and I are good with weapons. Then we have shield training, which could be hard. It's until seven, then I'm free until ten. Then I must go to bed.' Lili's smile widened. She knew she wouldn't have to train too hard, thanks to Vash.

Turning over, she peered at the clock. It read that the time was merely nine o'clock. There would be plenty of free time before training began. Lili decided to sing some songs in her head to pass the time.

When Vash woke up, she was in the middle of audiating an organ piece by Josef Rheinburger. He was such a great composer, from her own country too! She stopped her song as she heard Vash begin to move. There was a rustling as Lili felt the weight on the bed next to her leave.

"Good morning, bruder." She greeted. The Swiss man looked at the girl, surprised.

"Good morning Lili. I hope I didn't wake you." Lili smiled and rolled over to face him again. He was blushing slightly, embarrassed to be seen in his nightclothes.

"You didn't." She chirped, getting out of the bed. She stretched her arms over her head and yawned a little.

Vash looked over at the clock, it was nine forty-five. He didn't know when breakfast was being served, so he decided to get dressed. He took an army ensemble out of a drawer and entered the room's private bathroom to dress. Lili thought for a moment and and took out a matching outfit to Vash's.

Something told her that any dress she wore would be ruined by the end of the day.

Romano

Thirty minutes before noon, Hungary was sent to wake up all the nations that were still asleep. This included the southern half of Italy and Spain. Hungary silently opened the door to Feliciano's room and tip-toed over to the bed. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth the keep herself from squealing.

Romano's face was buried into Spain's chest. The Spaniard had an arm wrapped around the other man's waist, and his face was buried into Romano's hair. Hungary slipped a camera out from the pocket of her uniform. Turning off the flash, she carefully snapped ten pictures; switching angles and slightly adjusting the lighting. She had finally taken the perfect picture when she couldn't stand it anymore.

Hungary's nose had began to bleed.

Romano woke up to the sound of Hungarian curses and the sound of said Hungarian rushing out of the room. Spain was still sleeping. Blushing, Romano tried to get up but to no avail; the Spaniard would not release his grip on the Italian.

After looking around to make sure no one else was in the room, Romano stared at the other man. He sighed, and brushed a piece of hair from his face.

"Cute~" Antonio said, hugging the Italian close to him. Lovino blushed.

"G-Get off! Dammit!" Antonio had a blank expression for a moment before making his decision. "Nope." "We have to get up, bastard!" Lovino pushed the complaining Spaniard off of himself before getting up.

"I don't want to either." He said, making his way over to look at the clock. "Shit!" he cursed, rushing to get some clothes.

"You might want to put on an army uniform."

Troy

Athansia woke that morning with a headache. It must have been from crying too much last night. She pouted, and got up from her couch. Her body felt heavy, as if her feet were made of stone. She walked past the shattered mirror and picked out some clothing for the day. A traditional outfit was selected, she wanted to make a real first impression on her newest family members.

After she dressed, she decided to call her court to order. Athansia summoned a very perky Romania through her mind and sent her to be a messanger.

Athansia made her way down to her throne room. It all seemed so surreal now, and she giggled to herself on how much her life could change in one night. Her laughter was dark, and it reminded her of a harpy's laugh.

She brushed by each of the chairs. All of them had the same design, and paled in significane to her own throne.

'It won't last, you know.' Akeldama whispered to her. Athansia forced herself to smile and ignore her inner demon.

'They will all leave you.'

Athansia bit her lip and looked at the nations as they came into the room. Each one bowed before her, but only a couple stood out.

There was England, who obviously didn't want to kneel to her. He was still being restrained. Next was France, who kissed her hand. Athansia was tempted to allow Akeldama beat some real manners into him. After that was Prussia.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked after kneeling. Athansia broke her facade.

"N-No." He nodded and went to talk with Mexico about weapons. Half-way there, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Let the awesome me know if I can ever help."

The one that she would probably remember for the rest of her life was the way Ukraine greeted her. After keeling, she had trouble standing up. Athansia noticed that she was paler than usual, and she asked what was wrong.

"It is nothing." She said, still in the same position. The Trojan looked scared, nervous about one of her only friends.

'Akeldama.' Athansia's eye twitched as Akeldama took on a ghostly form outside of her head.

'What now, my lady?' Akeldama mocked her counterpart.

'What did you do?' Athansia's voice ran cold as she moved towards the spirit.

'As Ukraine said, it is nothing.' She floated around her, giving the Trojan inside of their body chills.

'Really.' Athansia's eyes matched her tone as she began to ignore the other girl. She moved towards Ukraine, and helped the bigger girl up.

"Thank you." Ukraine said, trying to smile. Instead of saying "You're welcome!" like she normally would have, Athansia grabbed Ukraine's wrist in a sign of friendship.

"Did Akeldama promise you anything?" Ukraine's eyes became hopeful. She nodded, and Athansia led Ukraine to her throne. Athansia gestured for her to sit down.

"What was it?" Troy forced another smile for Ukraine.

Katyusha looked up. "She promised to protect Ivan and Natalia." Athansia blinked, then closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were changed to a light blue color with orange towards the middle.

"I will protect them." She said, before granting her friend's wish.

Short chapter is short... -_- Yeah, and I hope you liked the poem! I made it myself~

Also, I'm almost at my 200th review! Weird, huh? :) Same rules apply, but no OCs this time. I can't put in all the effort! Thank you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!