After a very lengthy and arduous debate with myself, I have decided that this story will be put on semi-permanent hiatus. This story, as it currently stands, no longer speaks to me. That said, the *ideas* still resonate with me. The premise is something I may still consider my brain-child. All to say, I will never update this version of New Nation again. I have abandoned this particular train of thought. I will be drafting a separate outline with more in-depth world building and recrafting a significant portion of what is portrayed in these 55k words. I would like to use that new outline to breathe new life into this idea and present it in a way that feels to me more true to what I originally planned to achieve. I lost my way and I intend on finding it again. Should I ever coax my creativity into playing with this story again, I will keep my words unpublished until I'm caught up to the same place where I left off here. Could - probably will - take years. Because I have that kind of creativity curse. I love Nightcrawler. He's been a crutch for me for over thirteen years of my life, as of the time of this note. He's what I thought would be my lifetime favorite character. But with how Marvel has been treating him lately? With how the FANDOM treats him? I don't feel like he's ... my? Kurt anymore. I don't recognize him. I would like to rediscover that love and be true to the Kurt *I* know with the redraft. I've failed him in this fic and I intend on fixing that first and foremost.