I completely skipped WWI... I couldn't research for shit. Also, introduction of new characters!

PS... trigger warning for this chapter.

The scene had ended, leaving room for a new one. In the end, less war was shown. Alfred was called away to help settle the end of war treaty. It was put into effect and soon ceasefire was enacted. The war was over. It was over and Alfred could go home, correct? Wrong. Alfred had to stay for the Treaty of Versailles to be signed. Alfred was very vocal about not wanting to join anything, but the other nations were very adamant about the alliance. Then came the nightmare.

Alfred was in his hotel room, sleeping – clammy and tossing around. He moaned as he tossed and turned seemingly all night, that was until he woke with a start at sunrise.

"If they do this," Alfred huffed, "millions could die."

The scene seemingly stopped as everyone looked over at Amelia, who was just frozen in place, looking like a deer in headlights.

"I- uh- I know there were many factors that came into another great war happening," Amelia said so fast that barely anyone could understand her, "but I saw something and just made the connection."

"Have you had any more of these-" Arthur tried to find the word.

"Premonitions?" The ever-quiet Emil, the personification of Iceland, supplied.

"Yes, premonitions. Any more of those?"

"All the time…" she answered unsurely.

"I think he means about another war," Vladimir interrupted.

"I mean, I had one about Ivan and I, but we kinda stopped that one from happening."

Before more could be said, the scene continued. Alfred quickly got dressed and ran out of the room/ He ran so fast, that he ran into Ludwig getting up for a morning jog. Now, both nations were on the ground.

"Sorry," Alfred muttered as he slowly stood back up.

"Stupid Americans," Ludwig said a bit louder than Alfred, "Don't know where to look."

With that, Ludwig left.

"Luddy," Feliciano interrupted the watching, "That was rude, apologize."

Ludwig was red with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Amelia."

"It's cool, dude!" she responded. "It's not like I took it personally."

"Liar," came the echoey voice of Atticus. "I made you take it personally, don't you remember?"

Somehow the scene shifted.

Alfred was sitting in a ship, headed home from meeting with the other nations, and consequently, rejecting the Treaty and the League of Nations. He flinched at every giant wave. Every shudder of the ship made him have flashbacks. Next to him, was Atticus.

"You know," Atticus started, "that German fella was right, you are stupid. On top of that, lazy. I saw how you didn't want to fight. You were just being lazy. You're stupid, lazy, and fat. Nobody told you that one yet, right, but you know it's true."

Alfred just let the evildoer continue. He didn't say anything in response to shut him up. Just let him continue. He was sobbing silently as he curled into a ball.

"You know," Atticus said, stopping his rant of hatred. "You could end it all."

Alfred just shook his head, "I'm not going to try that again."

The scene stopped as everyone looked at Amelia, who just wanted to kill Atticus. Matthew, who was the closest to Amelia, just held her in a one-armed hug. They were still looking at the nations. Maria just stared up at her adoptive mother.

"Ina?" she needed answers, but knew now wasn't really the time to pry.

Sadly, the others thought it was a perfect time to pry, because they all started to do just that. They just started asking a ton of questions all at once. It wasn't until she decided to get into the fray, that she answered.

"What does that mean?" came her simple question.

"Maria, come here," Amelia demanded softly. "It means, that I'm not stable."

Maria, of course had come up to her mother and slapped the back of her head, causing the other nations to shut up.

"You're perfect," Maria said.

Before more could be said, the scene continued. Atticus was still mocking Alfred, and giving suggestions as how to try.

"How about, instead of death," Atticus offered up now, "You just have something that takes the pain away?"

Alfred looked up and looked over at Atticus, "There's something like that?"

"I'll show you when we get home."

With that, the scene ended, leaving more questions. Matthew, however, was fuming. He knew what that meant.

When the next scene started, Alfred was returning home. He arrived at night and could see a few rooms lit up. He walked up to the door and knocked, wanting to surprise his kids.

To his surprise, Catalina, the personification of Puerto Rico, opened the door. Her eyes widened as she saw her big brother.

"Al," she breathed out after a minute.

"Why are you just-" Andrea, the personification of Guam, came from around the door, stopping when she saw Alfred.

Andrea looked older than Alfred by a few years, while Catalina looked a few years younger. The youngest of the three broke the silence when she jumped
onto Alfred and hugged him tightly.

After being winded, Alfred broke into a huge grin. When he got the chance to stand up, he took it. Then he hugged Andrea tightly.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked. "Is Teuila (American Samoa) here as well?"

"Yeah," Andrea answered. "She's in bed, like everyone else."

Andrea stood tall next to her brother. She looked about twenty-two, but, had a mind of an eleven-year-old. She grew up too fast. She had dark black hair, dark eyes, and a dark skin tone.

Catalina, on the other hand, was shorter than Alfred by a good foot and half. She had long caramel like hair and golden like eyes. She had a prominent tan. While she looked just sixteen, she usually acted more mature.

They both saw Alfred as their older brother. The scene ended there, and Amelia called for a break, grabbing Matthew and Maria by their wrists and dragging them to her room. Toris followed and Amelia saw, letting him join.