Ugh this chapter is going to suck. Sorry for keeping you guys waiting, this chapter was hard to write. However I am currently working on the next three, so fret not, good readers. Pretend to enjoy this horrible thing I call literature.


Fear of a Nation
Switzerland's Session

Egypt woke up in his own bed, in his own home back in Cairo. He was miserable, he wanted to die. His whole body ached and his head was dizzyingly throbbing. He was nauseous and felt overall disgusting.

He didn't have the energy to groan. He tilted his head to the side and saw gross, red blisters up his forearms. Worst of all, he had absolutely no idea what time it was, what day it was, or what had happened since his interview with Milan.

Sharp- shooting pains crackled through his lungs with every inhale. He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped that he would fall asleep and wake up feeling better.

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Ludwig, upon arriving back at his home with Feliciano, Hungary, and Prussia, immediately set to work closing all the curtains and shutting the blinds. "This seems unnecessary, Ludwig. Why don't you just take me home? I'll be fine, I promise," Hungary said hopefully. Ludwig shook his head. "They'll look for you there," he said. "They'll look for me here," Prussia pointed out. "One crisis at a time, bruder."

Feliciano looked back and forth from Prussia to Germany. He finally decided to rest his gaze on Hungary. "Ve, Hungary! I made pasta!" Hungary grinned at him. "Really? I bet it's delicious! Where is it?" Feliciano led Hungary to the kitchen, chattering away. Prussia waited until the two had gone a safe distance away, and then started speaking to his brother in German, just in case. There was no need to rile up Feliciano if the conversation took a dark turn and he overheard it.

"You want to send Hungary and I back to Berlin, don't you?" He asked Ludwig. "I think that would be the wisest move," Germany admitted. "Well you can forget it, because I'm not going," Prussia declared with finality. "And neither will Elizaveta." Germany nodded in defeat. "I suppose I was expecting that."

"Good. Do you have any beer?" Prussia asked with a smile. "Don't I always?" Germany asked back. Prussia grinned wider and clapped his brother on the back before going to join Hungary and Italy in the kitchen.

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England was driving America home with a small degree of difficulty. First Alfred kept telling him he was driving on the wrong side of the road- which he wasn't, he checked. When he gave that up, he counted on his fingers all the countries that had red, white, and blue as the sole colors on their flags- around thirty or forty, he announced. Finally he stopped talking altogether and stared at England, who felt like someone was drilling holes on that particular side of his face with their eyes.

"Alfred," he finally said. The silence was too uncomfortable for him to stand much longer. "Yesssss?" Alfred replied. "Um..." He tried to think of something to say. "What were you doing in that bar?" He finally asked. Alfred snorted. "I ain't that drunk, Iggy! I knows we already has this conversation... I think." Arthur nodded apologetically, remembering Alfred's comment about wallowing. "And drinking," Alfred added helpfully. "I was drinking too, Iggy." Suddenly he gasped. "Is it obvious? He asked with a stricken expression. "No, Alfred, it's not obvious at all."

Alfred let out a sigh of relief. "Phew! For a second I was afraid that I would be as terrible a drunk as you!" Arthur shook his head, slightly irritated. "Not as bad as me, but still pretty obnoxious." Alfred snorted. "I'm the obnoxious, I have the right to be the hero! Heehee, I mean I'm the hero, I have the right to be obnoxious! I may disagree with what you say, but I will defend to the lawyers your right to say it!" Alfred cheered.

Arthur furrowed his brow. "I thought you were supposed to defend to the death my right to say it," he said. Alfred shook his head earnestly. "Lawyers are worse!" He whispered as if a lawyer might be listening. Arthur suppressed a laugh as he pulled into the driveway of Alfred's house.

"Whoa, Iggy! Who's place is that?!"
Alfred's eyes were bugging out. Arthur just rolled his own eyes.
"It's yours, git. Come on, you're going to bed."

"With who?"
"ALFRED!"
"What?"
Arthur dragged Alfred up the steps of his porch and through the majestic house to his bedroom. Arthur more or less tossed Alfred's heavy body onto the king- sized mattress and struggled to get the sheets and comforter over him. Alfred was soon asleep.

"He's so bloody cute when he's asleep and not running his mouth..."

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Switzerland was about as indifferent as usual to the events of the past month. When the call came for him to take his testing, he simply said that he would be there and hung up. He wasn't an idiot, though. He took an easily- concealed glock with him and instructed Liechtenstein to stay out of sight until he returned.

Switzerland drove to the office building. He was about to open the door and let himself in when he heard bickering inside. "Is he stupid?" A Japanese- accented voice asked. "England just left Scotland there, alone at the bar, and the didn't grab him?" Someone scoffed. A woman said, "The boss thinks that he can persuade him 'gently'."

Switzerland stayed frozen. Scotland? He must have misheard. He pushed open the door so thy wouldn't think he had been eavesdropping. "Ah, Switzerland. Please, come here. Our technician is taking some time off. Please, take a seat here and we will begin." The Czech woman grinned brightly at him as if the discussion between her and the glowering Japanese man never happened.

Switzerland, slightly bemused, settled into the machine.

Switzerland's hallucination was just like him: straightforward and a bit harsh.

He looked down directly in front of her as Liechtenstein sat at a fancy desk with a dark, shapeless figure stood behind her. She signed her name on professional-looking paper. He read a few upside- down lines and went cold.

"Lili..." Liechtenstein didn't react. Switzerland slammed his hand on the paper. The paper went straight through his hand as if it wasn't even there, and soon it was in the hand of the stranger. "Lili!" Liechtenstein and the stranger did not react. Their hands met in a business- like shake, and Liechtenstein faded. First she was solid, but became more and more opaque until you had to squint to see her.

And then she was gone.

Switzerland locked eyes with the stranger's faceless features. His normal indifference and neutrality had vanished. "You will regret this." He promised the stranger. The stranger laughed and Switzerland snarled at him. He felt a tap on hi shoulder and Lili"s voice. "It's okay, big brother. I wanted this." Switzerland nearly screamed at her. "You wanted to die? After all I've done to help you, protect you!" After seeing the small, sad smile on Lili"s face, Switzerland woke up from his nightmare.

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"Not much to write home about."

"Not really."

"Easily manipulated, I see."

"Yep. Clear and comprehensible."

"He's clear."

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

"I miss Miller's enthusiasm."

"Me too."

"I will never admit I said that."

"I will never admit that I agreed."

"I'm so tired..."

"Me too. You go home, I'll fill out the report."

"You are a lifesaver."

"Ha."

"You know what I mean."

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Egypt's stomach growled harshly. He was as alarmed as his sluggish mind would let him be. He needed food, but couldn't muster the strength to get up. He went back to sleep. That might be just what he needs to get his strength back.


A/N: Really freaking short, I know. I just felt like the whole "Holy shit she's dead" thing was getting old. Anyway, things to anticipate: North Korea, South Korea, India, and Austria will be coming soon. Possibly tomorrow. I don't know. I went to a dance last night and am still tired. Anyways, as usual, thanks for the support, the reviews and the reads. Shout out to Little Miss India, zoewinter1, Melza- chan, and Alya Spruce. You make my kokoro go dokey- dokey.

I love you guys!

Roxy

P.S. zoewinter1, I love PruHun too, which is why I wrote a oneshot type thing about it. it's called Save Me the Waltz, and maybe that will entertain you while you wait, if you haven't already read it. enjoy!