Author's note: Just popping in to clarify that the story has switched back to Prussia's POV. Enjoy!

A feeling of serenity comforts me as I take in a deep breath. I can smell blooming flowers and trees, feel the soft grass underneath my body. As I open my eyes I notice I'm outside, laying down in a forest that looks like the ones I have at home. Confused, I sit up quickly and look around. This place looks familiar but I'm not entirely sure where I am, and as I look down at myself I'm wearing clothes I haven't had in my wardrobe for at least a hundred years. I stand up and dust myself off, trying to come up with a plan on how to get out of this forest, and that's when I notice how different my body looks. I can't see my wrist bones anymore, my arms have a lot more muscle on them and I overall feel rather strong and healthy. As I look around me again I see a man standing a few paces away.

It takes me only a few seconds to recognize him as the Holy Roman Empire. I gasp and stumble back a bit.

"How do you feel?" He asks me. Hearing his voice again is like heaven to my ears, he sounds so much like Germany.

"F-fine albeit confused. What is this? Where am I?" I ask.

"This is the place all nations go once their time on Earth has run out. It saddens me greatly to see you here, but of course seeing you makes me happy so I'm conflicted."

I rush over and embrace him tightly. He laughs and returns the gesture, holding me close like it's 1745.

"I can't believe this is real, this seems too good to be true."

"Aye, but it is. I guess it's the gift we get for leading such wretched lives."

I pull away and look over myself again.

"Why do I look like this?" I ask.

"In this place all your health is returned, it's so good to see you looking like this again." He says while caressing my cheek. His look turns a bit somber as his hand falls away. "I like him, by the way." I give him a confused look and he smiles. "Canada. He was really good for you."

"How do you know about that?"

"I'm not completely ignorant to the things that happen on Earth. We can see you sometimes."

"Oh." I say, shame crawling over me.

"Don't fret about the things you did whilst alive, there is nothing you can do about it now. I'm still proud of you."

"Two in one day, well isn't this exciting."

Wolfgang and I turn to look at the man leaning against one of the trees near us. He has curly black hair that falls to his shoulders and dark green eyes. I recognize him as the man I saw in my dreams, the one who helped me in the labyrinth.

"Speaking of, how is he doing?" Wolfgang asks.

"As well as you might expect, though incredibly shocked. It's weird being shorter than him." The dark haired man says before walking up to us, looking at me. "How are you handling all of this?"

"Uh, it's very weird, but surprisingly I'm okay with it."

"Good," he turns to Wolfgang, "may I borrow him for a moment?"

"Of course."

"Shall we?" He says, gesturing toward a path in the trees. I nod and we begin to walk away from Holy Rome.

"It doesn't seem you recognize me." He says, breaking the silence.

"I saw you in a dream once. . . Theo, right?" He chuckles lightly and smiles.

"Yes, my name is Theo, but I was the Byzantine Empire while alive. We met a few times, but you were so young and it was so long ago I didn't expect you to remember who I was."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. . . Now, I must tell you more about this place. You can not leave willingly, there is no way to return to Earth of your own volition, if it is time to leave you will, if not you will stay here for eternity. You can see what is happening on Earth, but only if you are thought about, or called upon. Every personification who has ever existed and faced final death is here, don't worry, they do not hold grudges if you were wondering."

I blink a few times, trying to take everything in.

"Everyone?"

"Yes. Do you have any more questions?"

"You said something about two in one day. Who is the other person?" He smiles and sighs longingly.

"The Russian Empire. . . Or, the Soviet Union as you may know him I'm not sure what you call him."

I stop walking and he turns to look at me.

"Wow. . . Can I see him?"

"Of course you can." He answers before continuing to walk down the path. I take that as a sign to keep following him and as I do a small house comes into view.

"This house is one I had on the outskirts of Constantinople, it brought me the most comfort so this is what manifested." He stops walking and looks back at me. "He should be inside. I have some business to take care of so I will be leaving, but if you need anything or have any questions just ask for me." He nods to me before walking back down the path we came on.

I look at the front door, mind racing with what I could see and what could happen beyond it. Taking a deep breath I open the door and my eyes immediately find him in the room. He looks up at me from the chair he's sitting in and a moment of silence passes between us. I take in how good he looks, like he did in the 1800s. He's no longer thin and gaunt, he has all that health and muscle he did before the Revolution, deep melancholy features completely gone from his face.

"I'm so sorry." He says.

"Don't be." I answer, closing the distance between us and embracing him.

"I should have been better to you, to all of you, I'm so sorry."

"I could say the same, we both did horrible things."

As we pull away he smiles at me and feels my arms.

"Wow. You haven't looked like this in decades."

"I know, it was easy for me to forget how strong I was."

He squeezes my arms again before sighing and letting me go.

"I haven't treated you the best, at all, for the past couple of decades but I want you to know that I care so much about you."

"Me too. . . I know things have been weird between us since the Great War, but I do not hold anything against you."

He smiles at me just as Holy Rome walks into the small house.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but I'd like to show you the room." He says.

"The room?" I ask.

"It's where you can see those who are still living." Russia answers.

"Like Germany?"

"Yes. Would you like to see?" Wolfgang asks.

"Of course." I give one last look to Russia before following Holy Rome out of the house and back down the path I came up with the Byzantine Empire. A silence falls between us as large trees pass by, the path and endless forest feeling like a dream. There is a lot I want to say to him, racing through my mind.

"I was so devastated after your death. . . I don't think I've ever experienced something so painful." I admit as we walk.

"I know," Wolfgang sighs out, "I could hardly stand to watch you. I never wanted to cause you so much pain, but it was my time. I wasn't what the people needed, I couldn't have taken them where they needed to go. And besides, Germany is more than what I could have asked for in a replacement."

"You think so?" I ask with a smile.

"Yes. He's wonderful, a little dry and dark, but good nonetheless."

"I think he's amazing as well."

Off in the distance a small room appears, and in a few moments we are just before the door.

"It's just through here, but. . . You might see some things that'll make you upset. Also time is different here, keep that in mind." He warns. I nod and walk through the door.

"Are you okay?" I hear Italy's voice as I'm transported to a dark room.

". . .Yeah." I hear Germany first before seeing him laying down on his bed. Italy walks over toward him and sits on the edge of the bed, resting her hand on his shoulder.

"Do you need anything?" She asks. He sits up and sighs.

"No, I'm just restless."

They look into each other's eyes for a few moments before she leans forward and kisses him. They remain like that for some time, and it makes me happy. Happy that he has someone to help him navigate losing me. I'm happy to see that he is not alone. Ecstatic to learn that they may have patched things up.

As they pull apart I see him give her a look that I've seen Holy Rome give me. One of love and passion. She smiles a bit and gives him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"I missed you." She says.

"I missed you too."

Just as fast as I was in their room I'm ripped away. Again, I hear things first before actually seeing what is happening. The weather forecast is playing, static causes the human's voice to come in and out. Eventually I situate myself in Canada's living room and I notice him laying on the couch. I also notice the empty bottles on the coffee table and the blush across his face.

I'm not sure I've ever seen him drunk before.

Slowly he sits up, putting a hand on his forehead.

"I didn't even have that much." His words are a bit slurred.

"Lightweight!" America calls from the kitchen.

"He gets that from me." France adds as she walks from the kitchen and to the couch. "Let's hope that's the only drunk quality you got from me."

"What do you mean the only?" America asks while walking back into the living room and putting a bottle of water on the coffee table.

"Well, I get rather amorous when I drink." She admits.

"So do I." Canada manages. "But you both are safe."

"That's not going to feel good tomorrow." America laughs.

"It doesn't feel good now."

"See darling, drinking your pain away never works. Just ask Russia."

"Would if I could."

I find myself sitting in a blank room. I guess he stopped thinking about me. Standing up I sigh and exit the room.

"Not taking it well, huh?" Wolfgang asks as I step back out into the forest.

"Germany seems to be doing okay, but Canada is. . . he's doing pretty bad."

Wolfgang puts a comforting hand on my shoulder and squeezes.

"He won't be like that forever. Eventually he will begin to heal." I put my hand on his and nod.

"Gilbert, Wolfgang." We both turn to see the Byzantine Empire and Russia walking toward us.

"Really?" Wolfgang asks, looking heartbroken. Theodorus nods.

"What? What's going on?" I ask.

"You don't belong here. Neither of you do. You have to go back." Theodorus answers.

"Excuse me? Like, live again?" Russia asks.

"Yes." Wolfgang answers.

"No, absolutely not, I can't do that again. Believe it or not, I'd rather be dead." Russia admits.

"I'm so sorry, but you have to. I wish we could be together but it's just not quite your time yet." Theodorus answers, eyes watering. Russia's look turns sorrowful and I turn back to Wolfgang.

"Till we meet again, my love." He says before kissing my forehead.

"I can't do this, no, no, please." Russia begs as he begins to disappear.

"It'll be okay." Theodorus reassures as he disappears completely. I look down at myself and notice my increasing transparency. Putting my hand on Wolfgang's cheek, I lean up and place my lips on his. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer just before everything fades to black.

Almost immediately the world comes back to me and again I'm laying down in a forest. I scramble onto my feet and look around me, noticing a little white house with sea green trim.

It's my old house in my old capitol.

I rush to the door but of course it's locked.

As I try to think of a way to get inside I notice that I still look like my strongest self. Putting my hand on the door knob again I turn it, breaking the lock and opening the door. I remember having an old rotary phone in the kitchen and I see it as I rush in.

I quickly dial a number, praying it still works.

. . .

. . .

"Hello?"

"Canada?."

". . . Prussia?"