Chapter 1: Magda

"Where are you going?" she asked me. Several hours had passed since the attack and we were still trying to figure out who was responsible. The message didn't put much light on the situation. I had been pacing back and forth in the room. Worrying about Antonio and Ludwig. I knew that it would be stupid to go out of my own to look for them but I hated to not know if they were alright or not. Although, after four hours of empty promises and nothing happening I have had enough and wanted to leave.
"I'm going to look for them," I said and was about to leave. Denmark, Sweden and Iceland stepped in my way so I couldn't leave the room.
"Let me out," I demanded. Sweden shook his head.
"I have to find them," I pleaded to Éloïse but she looked dead serious.
"We have to stick together," she said. "We don't know who did this."
"Fine," I snapped. "But we can't just sit here for another four hours."
"No," Netherlands said. "But we have to be smart about this."

We rearranged the tables so that we all could sit down. I sat down between Sweden and Finland because I didn't feel like sitting too close to Éloïse at the moment as I wasn't very happy with her. Belgium laid the message in the middle of the table and we began the discussion.
"Do you think it might have been Russia?" Belgium asked a bit carefully.
"Non," Éloïse replied firmly.
"You don't know that," Netherlands said.
"I do know," she said. The two glared at one another and it looked like they were ready to kill each other.
"Fighting won't solve anything," Finland said and I was very grateful that he was here. More suspects were named but no one seemed to have the resources or the agenda behind it, except Russia.
"What about the micronations?" Iceland suggested. "The note said that it was their time and they might have meant the micronations." We all thought about it for a moment. They sure did have a reason to hate the countries but they didn't have the resources and I highly doubted that Sealand or Kugelmugel or any of the other micronations would be able to pull something like this off.
"Or Prussia and Romano," Estonia said. He looked a bit apologetically at me. I couldn't blame him for suspecting my brother but I didn't think that he could do something like this.
"There is only one way to find out," Denmark said. "We have to go to Breuchen's place and see if her brother is home." That was the best thing he had ever said.

Netherlands, Belgium, Lithuania, Latvia, Norway, Iceland and France decided to stay behind while me, Éloïse, Denmark, Estonia, Sweden and Finland would go to my house and see if my brother was there. It was a very short walk to my house but I managed to get very anxious. If he wasn't there they would suspect him and a part of me would do too. I breathed out in relief when I saw that the house was lit and it was with light steps I walked into the house.
"Hello?" I called out. No answer. I walked further into the house. Looked in the kitchen, living room, bathroom and then his bedroom. He wasn't there.
"Look for clues," Estonia said. We all spread out in the house. I went to my room since I didn't want anyone but me to look through it. I went to my bed and took out the backpack which I had prepared for something like this. It would be dangerous to stay here now. I had to stick with the group. I packed the book and a notebook. I still couldn't shake the feeling that the book still was a big clue and I couldn't let go of it just yet.
"What's in the bag?" Éloïse asked curiously. It wasn't really necessary to answer since I knew that she knew exactly what was inside of it. But everyone else seemed to want to know too what was in it.
"Clothes and survival equipment," I told them.
"Why do you need that?" Finland asked.
"Might come in handy," I replied.
"She's right," Estonia said. "Who knows what the future holds. The attack was only the beginning."

After we have looked through my house without finding anything of interest we return to the meeting building. The suspense grows as we tell them that Prussia wasn't there. I hated to admit it but I shared their suspicions of him and when he wasn't there. If it turned out that he was guilty I would hate him forever. It was dangerous thoughts and I had to believe that my brother was a good person.
We sat down at the table again but everyone was tired so we postponed the "what should we do next?" talk until the day after. We needed something to eat and a few hours of sleep before we could think clearly. So much had happened. Netherlands assigned us all something to do. Éloïse and France got kitchen duty. Finland, Sweden and Norway were going to prepare a place for us to stay at. Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania would begin to clean up the mess. Belgium and Netherlands would help out where it was needed. I, on the other hand, wasn't assigned to anything. Neither was Denmark or Iceland, but that was because we were going to prepare the breakfast in the morning instead.
While the others were too occupied I sneak out to the library. I made my way to the usual place and sat down. I opened the book and flipped to the page with the encircled sentence. I stared at it for a while. Hoping it would somehow give me all the answers. But minutes passed and nothing happened. I sighed but decided to keep it for a while longer.

All of the sudden a door opened. My heart skipped a beat and beat faster. Whoever was inside breathed heavily, it was frightening. Then there was the sound of a body hitting the ground and I didn't feel like the person would hurt me. I left my hiding spot and looked down at the entrance. I had to bite my tongue not to scream. Laying on the ground was Canada. Might be America as well but I remembered Canada wearing that coat today. I didn't waste a second. After everything that had happened that day I was almost proud that I didn't fall down the stairs at the speed I was walking down them.
Canada groaned in pain when I turned him around so that I could see his face. It was bloody and I could see that he had hurt his head pretty badly.
"Canada?" I asked. He groaned again. It was still too early to tell if I could move him without causing any damage. I was glad that I took my backpack with me. I took out a cloth and a bottle of hand sanitizer to clean his wound. He hissed in pain when the piece of fabric touched his wound. His cut in his head didn't look too serious so I decided to examine his body for further injuries. Normally I would blush furiously by the thought of undressing a man but this case was different and I couldn't let him die just because I was uncomfortable. I lifted up his shirt and to my horror I saw that a wooden stick had pierced his side. It didn't look like it had gone in too deep but I couldn't take my chances. I knew that he could bleed to death if I didn't have anything to stop the blood so I took out one of my sweaters. Slowly I took the stick out while I was saying soothing words to Canada.

With one move I put the sweater over the wound. I could feel the blood sipping through the fabric. I took out a needle and thread from my bag. When I first I had packed it, I had intended to use it if my clothes needed to be mended. Ludwig had forced me to take a medical class if something like this happened. I couldn't in the world suspect that it would come in handy one day. Once I had sewn up the wound I took one of my t-shirts and ripped it so I could use it as a bandage.
Then I checked his legs, arms and hands but couldn't find anything else. He was still squirming in pain but he was alive. I couldn't let him lay there but I wouldn't have the strength to move him myself. So I sat down beside him and took his hand. I thought that it would make it easier for him to live through the pain until I was certain he wouldn't die if I left him.

There was many questions to be answered. Never had I expected that the world would change so drastically when I woke up that morning.