A/N: Oh! Something I forgot to mention! Alright this might sound a little weird (as it is my own interpretation of the matter XD ) But I actually had Al get those scars for a reason. essentially my view of america and his... anatomy is this: washington DC is his heart, texas obviously his glasses, but his arms, his arms I've always viewed as his north and west powers, california and new york. The hit to his right arm (which is the one that got dislocated and is going to scar) is purely a sense of remembering 9/11 (as it's been on my mind as of late) i know it doesn't really need an explanation as it could have been him just getting hurt, but i like having back reasons behind certain events in the story ahaha XD

Also! Thank you so so sooooo much to all my commentors! I got 15 reviews on the last chapter alone and you guys pushed me from 66 to 81 reviews! Seriously you guys are amazing!

Onward!

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"How's your arm feel?"

Alfred blinked slowly, pushing himself gently up off of the beige couch. "It feels fine Matty. I promise." He assured his worried friend. Matthew shook his head, settling down in a chair across from him.

"If you say so. At least you've been sleeping like Ludwig told you too. We thought you were going to cough your lungs out the way you sounded."

"It's just a cold." He muttered, rubbing his nose. "It'll go away soon."

"That aside." Matthew began. "We were all so worried about you two! Seriously Alfred what were you thinking? We were told just yesterday not to ever go off the path and that's the first thing you do! Ludwig's furious, and if the both of your weren't hurt I'm sure he'd be yelling at you right now."

Alfred stared down into the hardwood floor, gritting his teeth in frustration. He knew that! But it wasn't his fault that they had taken so long to get back! If that idiot hadn't tripped, and then fainted of all things, then they would have been back to the cabin without any trouble and no one would have been the wiser. He let out an exasperated sigh and fell back against the couch.

"How is he?"

Matthew smiled gently and laughed. "He's fine. Last I checked he was sleeping. Apparently he woke up for a little while you were asleep, but he's out again. Kiku should still be up there with him. Everyone else is scattered around the upstairs part of the house so as to let you rest."

"He damn well better be fine." Alfred snapped. "I risked my life to get him back here. If he has so much as a scratch left on him still..."

"I'm sure he appreciates the concern." Matthew chuckled. "Would you like to go up and see him?"

"Like hell I would!" He growled, fisting his blanket between his fingers. "Screw that."

"Don't be so upset my friend."

Alfred sat up from the couch with a start, glancing into the kitchen where the voice had resonated. Antonio was smiling brightly at him, holding a large blue mug in his hand.

"Here you go." He said, placing the cup on the table in front of him. "There was a little bit of cocoa left in the cabinets, and I figured you could use it. You've been shivering like crazy."

Alfred smiled appreciatively at the Spanish boy and gratefully lifted the warm chocolate drink to his lips. "Num." He grinned, licking his lips. "Hey that's pretty good! It doesn't taste like it's out a of a packet or anything."

Antonio nodded, wiping his hands on his deep red shirt. "I added some other stuff to it to make it taste more natural. Ah don't worry I made sure to ask if you were allergic to anything first." He chuckled, collapsing in the chair next to Matthew's. "Good thing you aren't."

"I've got a stomach of steel." He bragged, taking another sip of the rich cocoa before placing it back down on the table. "That aside, how's everyone doing up there Antonio?"

Antonio shrugged, laying back in the chair and staring up at the ceiling. "Same as usual I suppose. I think Elizaveta and Roderich were talking in the upstairs living room, and I believe Berwald and Soren were up there too. Other then that, everyone is in there rooms. Which is why I'm here." He chuckled. "I figured Romano wouldn't want me hanging out up there with him so I took the chance to come down and try to be of some help."

"Speaking of him, how are you two getting along?" Alfred inquired. Antonio sighed, rubbing his hand through his chocolate brown locks.

"You want the honest truth? Pretty crappy." He smiled sadly.

"You seem upset about it." Matthew put in. "Why? Don't you dislike Romano?"

Antonio shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't dislike him. Although I don't really dislike anyone. I just... I wish we could be friends." He murmured. "But when I try to talk to him he just yells at me or tells me to go away. Usually both. I don't know what I did but it seems like he hates me so much, I don't know if we'll ever get along."

"I know what you mean." Alfred muttered, rolling his eyes. "Although in my case I don't particularly care."

Antonio laughed, flashing him an amused grin. "I figured you'd say that mi amigo. Anyway," He said, standing up. "I should go up and tell the others you're awake, no? Unless you want to go up yourself..."

"I think I'll do that." Alfred mused, pushing himself off the couch. "Besides I owe Arthur a visit, and it's about time he woke up."

"Alfred!" Matthew protested, stepping in front of him. "You've already got the makings of a cold! You should stay down here and stay warm. And no antagonizing Arthur in his state!"

"I'm not going to antagonize him, I'm gonna put a foot in his face." Alfred grumbled, crossing his arms. "Come on Matty I just want to see Soren." Matthew stared at him uncertainly, violet eyes pooling with worry.

"Fine." He sighed, stepping aside. "But whatever happens you better be able to atone for it!"

"No promises!" He grinned, saluting as he passed him.

"Alfred!"

Laughing, he dashed across the room and stumbled up the stairs before his Canadian friend could get even a finger on him. His arms hurt like hell, and his chest felt heavy from the cold he was surely getting, but somehow it didn't bother him. I must have really needed some sleep. He reasoned, remembering his tireless night after the first day.

"Al?" His ears perked at the sound of a warmly familiar voice, eyes shifting to the top of the stairs.

"Soren!" He smiled. "Hey man, I was just coming to look for you."

"Good to see your up and doing well." He chuckled, hopping down the steps. "I thought you were going to sleep forever!"

"Hey now." He teased, shoving him lightly. "I needed the rest and you know it."

"Yea I guess." Soren replied, blue eyes glistening warmly. "You deserved it anyway. After all that happened I'm actually surprised you didn't sleep longer."

"Speaking of people sleeping." Alfred began. "Is HE up yet?"

Soren shrugged, glancing up the stairs. "Dunno. He was up a while ago, or so Kiku told us. But as far as I know he's still asleep."

"Well that needs to be fixed." Arthur groused.

"Won't let him alone for a second will you?" Soren smirked.

"Forget the teachers. The only pranks I want to play this year are on him." Alfred grinned slyly.

Soren shook his head. "I'm going to regret saying this, but I'm behind you every step of the way buddy. Now stop griping and wake him up if it's annoying you so much."

Alfred waved his hand dismissively and with a final mischievous grin in Soren's direction, he dashed up the stairs and down the hall. He has the nerve to still be sleeping! Alfred thought sourly. And I'm the one who saved him and carried his ass all the way back here! Taking a deep breath in a weak attempt to calm himself, he pushed the door open forcefully. Kiku was sitting in a small chair by his bed, quietly reading a book, while the blonde haired monster continued to rest soundly under the covers.

"Alfred?" Kiku cried, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I didn't expect you to have woken up so quickly! How do you feel?"

"I'll feel better once I've had a word with him." Alfred replied, shooting a stiff glare at the sleeping boy.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Kiku said nervously. "Arthur isn't feeling well either, and I'm sure he wouldn't be happy if you woke him."

"I'm sure he won't," he snorted, storming over to the bed.

"A-Alfred-san!" Kiku pleaded. "'It's not right to-"

"It's alright Kiku." A groggy voice cut in. Alfred stiffened, glancing over at Arthur. The dirty blonde had pushed himself up in his bed and was rubbing the sleep out of his scowling eyes. "What are you doing, terrorizing me so soon after I've woken up?" He growled, stepping out of bed.

"I want payback." He shot angrily. "I saved your life twice you ungrateful bastard. And after I stayed awake for hours, it's the least you could have done to wake up before I did."

"Does his highness want his bath warmed for him too?" Arthur snorted, rolling his eyes. "I... appreciate, what you did for me. But it doesn't change anything, and I owe you nothing. You may have been strong enough to carry me back, but im equally sure that im strong enough to do damage to that other arm of yours. And in your state I'm not sure that's a fight you want to be picking right now."

Alfred felt his blood boil venomously and sneered at the other boy. Suddenly and without warning, he lunged forward and yanked up a fistful of the Britons white t-shirt, pulling him forward until their faces were just inches apart.

"Why don't you shut up and put your money where your mouth is?" Alfred snarled. "I'm not so weak that I can't beat you."

Arthur smirked casually at him, poison green eyes alighting dangerously. "Is that so? Then why don't we test that theory?"

"Alfred! Arthur!" Kiku cut in desperately. "Would the two of you please cease this nonsensical fighting?"

Alfred bit his lip angrily, but reluctantly tore his eyes away from Arthurs and relinquished his grip on the smaller boys shirt, letting his hand fall to his side. Damn it! He swore inwardly. Picking a fight with Arthur in front of Kiku probably wasn't the best idea on his part.

"Thank you." Kiku sighed from behind them. "In any case, Alfred, it's good to see you up." He said, tone slipping smoothly into a much more cheery one. "You both have been sleeping for quite a while now."

"Is that so?" Alfred murmured, gripping his right arm as the wounds pulsated violently from beneath the bandages. Shit. He most have opened them again somehow. Even through the gauze he could feel the warmth of blood slipping across his skin. "In any case," He began looking for an excuse to leave the room. "I promised Matthew and Antonio I would check and see how things were up here. So I should be go-"

He stumbled weakly over his feet, falling against the base of the bed and swearing violently. I must have really lost a lot of blood before. He thought wearily. His head was already beginning to spin, and his wounds had just reopened.

"Alfred!" Kiku cried, worry lacing his voice. He felt the small Japanese boy fall beside him, shaking him. "Alfred, can you hear me?"

"Mmmm." He groaned, clutching his arm more desperately. The blood has begun to run down his fingers, dripping slowly onto the floor next to him and thankfully, catching the attention of the overly flustered onyx haired boy.

"You're wounds reopened!" He gasped. "Hold on I'll go find Ludwig and the bandages. He's the only one here who knows how to properly tend to a wound..." He fretted, standing up. "Arthur, PLEASE can you look after Alfred while I'm gone? We shouldn't be more then five minutes."

Alfred heard no reply from the other boy, but he assumed he'd nodded yes, as he heard Kiku's footsteps retreat quickly into the hall, and the door shut behind him.

"You seem like you just want me to keep taking care of that arm." Arthur snapped from beside him. Alfred tiredly shook his head, desperately trying to control his breathing.

"That's the last thing I want, trust me." He coughed out.

"Don't talk!" Arthur ordered. "Kiku already told me how badly you were coughing earlier. It'll do you no good to be talking now. Let me see your arm."

Alfred shook his head, forcing the haze from his mind. Damn. Just how much blood was he loosing?

"You twat let me see it!" Arthur growled, fingers ghosting across his wrist. "At least let me get the blood off of your hand."

Alfred bit back a complaint, and simply nodded wearily. "How's this for payment." Arthur muttered sourly. "Three minutes ago your storming down the door and yelling and me, and now here you are on the floor just trying to stay conscious. I told you would have lost that fight."

Alfred flinched as he felt cloth begin to run his hand free of the blood now caking his fingers. Arthur's movements were slow and careful, as if he was deliberately trying to be gentle. Alfred watched in silence as the dirty blonde boy scrubbed the blood from in between his fingers and the rest of his hand, pausing every so often to examine his work.

"It doesn't seem like you're bleeding as badly anymore." Arthur commented, running his lithe fingers across Alfred's wrist where there were still remnants of blood. "There's not much more here, and it's seemed to have slowed how quickly its coming out from under the bandages."

"Mmmmm." He mumbled, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.

"I wonder if I shouldn't take the bandages off so Ludwig can re-wrap your arm more quickly when he gets here." he heard Arthur muse. He shrugged half-heartedly.

"Doesn't matter to me." He sighed, laying his head against the wood of the bed. Slowly, he felt the blood soaked bandages begin to unwind from is skin, dropping to a heap in on the floor beside him.

"Honestly. There has to be a better way to inform an adult about this then waiting until Monday." Arthur murmured. "What if you need stitches?"

"I'm fine." He muttered hotly, breathing beginning to steady again. "I just moved around to soon. I felt better so I figured it was ok and they just tore open again."

"Obviously." Arthur retorted. "Why don't people like you think before you do things?"

"I think!" Alfred snapped.

"Yea THAT'S what you were doing when you lead us off into the middle of the woods!"

"Hey if it weren't for me, you'd be the one laying here bleeding out! Don't forget that."

Arthur looked away, clenching his fists at his sides. "Idiot. How could I forget that?" He hissed bitterly. "You don't need to keep reminding me! Thank you, all right! Thank you for breaking my fall and going down that hill with me, and carrying me back here, and even for giving me your sweatshirt! Thank you!"

Alfred felt his mind clear briefly, as if it was making sure to remember those words. Had he seriously thanked him? He'd been waiting for one, but he wasn't really expecting any sort of gratitude.

"And now it's your turn!" Arthur turned ferociously back at him, eyebrows twitching in annoyance.

He sighed and propped himself up so he was sitting straight again. "Thank you." He replied, locking eyes with the other boy. "Thank you for giving me my glasses back yesterday, thank you for not murdering me in my sleep, thank you for helping me when we were stuck in those bramble bushes, and thank you for helping me now, at this very moment. And I'm sorry. For getting us into all this mess." He turned his head away, staring at the ground in a futile attempt to conceal his embarrassment at having to not only apologize, but to thank the sharp tongued Briton. "Are we even now?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Arthur nod. "You should probably go see what's taking them so long," he muttered, refusing to meet Arthur's eyes again.

"Yea. I will." The other boy replied. Alfred felt his body stiffen at the sudden warmth against his cheek, guiding his face around until he was once again facing the green-eyed boy. "You really need to get your glasses fixed." Arthur muttered almost to himself, peering at the scratched lenses. He paled, suddenly overly conscious at the feel of Arthur's hand cupping the side of his face, barely ghosting against his skin as his fingers lifted his glasses ever so slightly off the bridge of his nose.

"I'll deal with it later." He grumbled awkwardly, knocking Arthur's hand away. "Weren't you going to get someone?"

"Alfred -san! I'm sorry that took so long!" The door burst open with the arrival of Kiku, Ludwig, Soren and Matthew. He scooted clumsily away from Arthur, who had already snapped back into a kneeling position about two feet from him.

"Ahahaha it's ok really." He assured the distressed boy. "Really. The bleeding has started to slow down a little so I don't feel so dizzy. Although..." he hung his head, holding it with his good arm as he grimaced. "I can't say I feel ready to run a race or anything..."

"Hold your arm out." Ludwig ordered, crouching down beside him. "Did you take the bandages off?"

"Ah no." He replied, casting a sideways glance at Arthur. "He did."

Ludwig nodded gratefully at the Briton, pulling a clean roll of gauze out of his pocket. "Thank you for getting it off before it got to soaked. It would have been more difficult to unwrap if the whole bandage had been completely soaked through."

Arthur shrugged, getting to his feet and staring out the door. "Whatever." He replied nonchalantly. "If I don't have to be here anymore, can I go? I'm kind of hungry..."

"Of course." Kiku assured. "Ludwig-san, do you need me for anything?"

Ludwig shook his head and waved him off. "No it's fine. You go with Arthur. He should have someone around him for a while to make sure he doesn't fall over too."

Alfred caught Arthur mutter something assuredly unpleasant, but gave a polite nod toward Kiku before turning out the door and disappearing from sight.

"Alfred are you sure you're ok?" Matthew asked nervously, sitting down beside him.

"I'm honestly fine Matty." He insisted. "It just tore open. Don't worry my arm will be back to normal in a week. Remember, I heal fast."

"Yes we're well aware of your amazing healing powers." Soren chuckled. "Even so I think you should be extra careful this week. And when we get to school, talk to your homeroom teacher about what happened. I'm sure they'll cut you some slack."

"There." Ludwig proclaimed suddenly. "Now if it starts to bleed again, or the wrapping tears or anything of the like, come to see me immediately. It's possible you may need stitches, so we have to keep it as controlled as possible until you can have it examined by a doctor. You should rest for now..."

"No way!" Alfred protested. "I feel better already! Besides, don't we all have to decide on our design and team name today? I'm part of this house, I should get a say too! When are you guys holding a meeting?"

"We were planning on holding one in about ten minutes..." Matthew began reluctantly. "If you think you're strong enough to go-"

"I'm strong enough." He cut in, pushing himself unsteadily to his feet. "I can sit around and talk at least."

"If you say so." Matthew sighed. "At least let us give you a hand."

"I'm fine on my own." He insisted. It was just a bad cut! I don't know why they're so worried. He thought. It's not such a big deal. People get hurt way worse all the time.

"Come one Al." Soren grinned, wearing a bemused expression on his face. "I'll race you down the stairs."

O ~ O ~ O

Ten minutes later, there sat the whole cabin for their second meeting of the day. Well, all except for one.

"Damn it where is Feliciano?" Romano fumed, pacing around the room. " I told him to get his ass down here five minutes ago! What could he possible be doing?"

"Calm down Romano I'm sure he's on his way." Antonio assured him.

"I didn't ask you did I?" Romano snapped, turning to give the brunette a dirty look. Antonio held his hands up defensively and shrugged. He's not even bothering to try acting like their getting along anymore. Alfred mused, glancing back at the bickering pair.

"Should we start without him?" Tino suggested. Berwald nodded in approval, and the smaller boy to offered a weak smile. Berwald had taken instantly to the Finnish boy, making no effort to hide his favoritism. Before they'd set off earlier, he had supported nearly every one of Tino's decisions, no matter the voice of the rest of the group. Tino on the other hand, still seemed wary about his much bigger and more frightening looking partner, and when they were all together at least, only ever offered him the occasional glance or nervous smile. It was an odd relationship, although certainly not one of the worst amongst the group.

"No, let us wait for Feliciano-san." Kiku insisted. "He told me he was going to get something and then he would be right down. Just give him another minute."

"We can only wait so long Kiku." Ludwig sighed, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

"Ve hey wait for me wait for me!" Feliciano stumbled suddenly down the stairs with a pile of papers in his arms. "Sorry I took so long! I couldn't fi-ah –ahh!" He cried, tripping down the last step. The Italian flailed momentarily in mid air, and then, with a resounding wack, hit the ground face first.

"Feliciano!" Two voices cried in unison. Romano tossed a surprised and almost disgusted look at Ludwig, and dashed over to his brother's side.

"You idiot be more careful!" He snapped, peeling Feli's face off the floor.

"I tried fratello!" Feliciano sobbed, rubbing his bruised nose and tears streamed down his face. "But I was going so fast and those steps got in the way!"

"Idiota." Romano sighed. "Come on, get up." Feliciano shook his head, burying his face in his hands.

"Roma I don't want to! My face hurts and I looked really stupid!"

"Feliciano I swear if you don't get up right now-"

"That's enough Romano." Ludwig cut in curtly. Glancing at the tearing Italian on the floor, he knelt down beside him and sighed.

"Does it hurt that badly? I can give you an ice pack if you really want to."

Feliciano shook his head, still clutching his nose. "Well then don't you think you're ok to stand? Come on no one is laughing at you." He said gently.

"I am." Gilbert snickered.

"Bruder maul halten(Brother shut up)." Ludwig snapped, not even glancing at the other German. The rest of the room snickered at Gilberts annoyed expression for a moment, but quickly grew quiet again.

"Really?" Feliciano sniffed, rubbing his eyes. Ludwig nodded.

"Really. Now come on, get up. Here I'll help you." Ludwig offered awkwardly, extending his hand. Feliciano sniffled a minute more and slowly took the German boy's outstretched hand, allowing himself to be pulled clumsily to his feet.

"Hey how come you got up when he told you to?" Romano complained, still crouching sourly where his brother had been sitting.

"Because he didn't yell at me." Feliciano stuck out his tongue at his brother before giving Ludwig a bright smile. "Besides I brought all this stuff to show you guys!" Ludwig shifted uncomfortably, giving Feliciano an odd look before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the rest of the room.

"What did you bring Feliciano-san?" Kiku asked curiously, peering at the papers still clutched firmly in the bouncy Italians hands.

"You forgot to bring down all the sketching we did!" He exclaimed. "Remember? When all that craziness began we all rushed downstairs and we left the drawings in my room!"

Kiku blanched and bowed apologetically. "I am very very sorry!" He stammered. "I had completely forgotten! And I was supposed to be the one presenting our ideas!"

"Ve it's ok, we'll do it together!" Feliciano laughed, holding out the papers to the stuttering Japanese boy.

"Wait you two designed the emblem together?" Yao asked curiously. Feliciano nodded in response.

"Yup! Kiku asked me for some help so we worked on the designs together! Here see look!" He exclaimed, dropping the pile of papers on the coffee table. The group gathered around instantly, pawing through the stack and examining the work in awe. Even Alfred couldn't help but feel impressed. Each design was different; unique in someway that made it ornately its own, apart from all the others. On top of that, each was so beautifully drawn, he was questioning weather the two who had drawn them weren't professional artists. Every line, every tick mark and shape on the page was drawn perfectly, as if it was something that had taken days and not just hours. And there were so many of them.

"These are incredible." Elizaveta murmured, examining one of the emblem designs that she held in her hand. "How are we going to pick just one?"

"We should have a vote." Roderich suggested. "The design that gets the most votes will be used."

The room rang with agreement as the papers continued their circle, being passed from student to student. One in particular caught Alfred's eye, and he plucked it off the table to get a better look at it. It was stunning. The image depicted the earth, or at least, what it used to look like. All of the continents that were now split apart and broken were united together in one massive landmass at the center of the orb. Atop the globe, sat a down pointed sword, the hilt sitting above the earth's top, and the end falling below it. And drawn meticulously around the blade of the sword, was what appeared to be an olive leaf.

"Matty look at this." He murmured, showing his friend the image. Matthew nodded, taking the picture in his hands and studying it.

"That's so pretty." He mused in amazement. "Kiku," He called over the excited chatter of the room. "Can I ask you something?"

The boy nodded and stepped quickly over to them, peering over Matthew's shoulder. "Hai?"

"Can you tell me what this symbolizes? I'm sure it means something."

Kiku laughed softly and shook his head. "I'm afraid not. I did draw that one, but it was Feliciano's design, not mine. He refused to tell me what it was to stand for."

"Feli!" Alfred yelled. Feliciano jumped, turning to look for the calling voice.

"Ve, Alfred what is it?" He asked, stepping next to Kiku.

"What does this symbolize?" HE asked.

Feliciano smiled and shook his head. "What do you think it means?"

"Well..." He paused, looking back at the sketching. "I assume the inclusion of the earth is to represent the diversity of our house, and then there's the fact that their all together, like Pangaea so I suppose that would be unity. The sword in front of the earth would be strength and perseverance, and if that's an olive leaf, I suppose that would be to represent peace right?"

"Hey you got it!" Feliciano cried happily. "That's exactly what I was going for!"

"I love it!" Matthew praised, running his fingers over the picture. "I think we should use this one."

"I second that." Alfred agreed. It was seriously an amazing drawing. Not only was the idea behind it a great one, but it was also drawn beautifully. He never would have guessed Kiku was THAT good.

"What are you guy's looking at?" Soren asked, standing over them. "Woah." He murmured, nodding appreciatively. "That ones pretty good. What do you guys think?"

"Matt and I are voting for this one." Alfred grinned. "What about you Soren? Which one do you like?"

"Hmm actually I'd have to say this is my favorite so far." He replied, examining the image. "Cool. Guess this one's got my vote too."

"What's going on?" Elizaveta inquired. "Let me see it! Have you guys decided on this one? Wow that's beautiful!"

"Why don't you vote for this on?" Alfred suggested. She nodded, setting the picture back in his hands.

"Yea I think I will." She agreed.

"What is that one?"

"I haven't seen it!"

"I l'ke th's one th' b'st."

Soon, the whole room was crowded around their little spot on the sofa trying to get a look at the popular design.

"It looks like we have a winner." Ludwig announced over the noise. "Can we all agree on this one?"

The room nodded unanimously. No matter our quarrels with each other, it's good that we can at least put that aside to decide something. Alfred mused, glancing at Arthur. The punk seemed happy enough about the choice, although when he whispered something to Francis that made the French boy laugh, he wasn't quite so sure.

"Good." Ludwig called. "Now, everyone quiet so we can decide a name."

"Oh oh I know!" Gilbert yelled, jumping up. "We can be the super awesome team of awesomeness! Or Gilberts team of awesomeness! Or the-"

"Rejected." Elizaveta growled, cutting him off. "Does anyone have any serious ideas?"

"We could be the Bolsheviks." Ivan suggested. "That names is really well known in my country."

"Pass." Alfred shuddered. "Also I'm pretty sure that's not an appropriate name for a school team…"

"A lot of the team names on other cabins were things having to do with their particular talents." Soren offered.

"But we don't have a particular talent." Lukas replied. "We're just a bunch of random students with completely different skill sets. Not to mention not a single one of us shares a set culture…" He snorted. "Can you imagine trying to fight a war with the lot of us as soldiers? Now that would be funny."

"No way we would totally rule the world!" Gilbert interjected. "Well at least I would because I'm awesome."

"Ve that's it!" Feliciano cried suddenly. "Rule the world! It works for us, since all of us are from all over the world, so in a sense we really do rule it. Also, that IS what makes us stronger. Don't you remember? What the director said? The reason we were grouped together was because we're all so different and from other ends of the earth."

"It's cool." Antonio agreed. "But isn't that a little long for a team name?"

"We can say it in another language so it's only one word." Francis suggested.

"Sure but which language?" Arthur sighed.

"We should use one that we won't argue about." Feliciano insisted. "Veeee…how about... Latin? That way none of us will feel like we're being chosen over the others."

"You know Latin?" Gilbert scoffed.

"Ve A little." Feliciano smiled. "My Grandpa had to learn it when he was a kid, so he taught some to me and Romano! In Latin, rule the world is Imperaturi. See, it works perfectly. It's only one word!"

"Then it's settled." Alfred exclaimed, excitement coursing through his body. "We'll be Imperaturi. Impera for short. Does…" He glanced at Feliciano. "Does that work? Asa word I mean."

Feliciano nodded. "Impera means take command. So if you wanted to shorten it sometimes you could, and it wouldn't make it a made up word."

"Perfect."

They glanced at each other, the room filling with silence.

"So…" Alfred stood, sticking his hand into the center of the coffee table. "How about it guys? Let's rule the world."

"Hell yea!" Gilbert yelled, slapping his hand on top of Alfred's.

"We'll be the best team ever!" Matthew agreed, sticking his hand in.

One by one, every hand made it's way to the center, each time, someone offering words of encouragement to the group. Until finally, only one hand remained unaccounted for.

"Come on Arthur, you too." Francis chided, motioning with his head for the Briton to stick his hand in. Arthur bit his lip, staring across the group hesitantly. Idiot we're not going to bite you. Alfred sighed inwardly.

"Come on." He encouraged. "We're a team now. It's about time we started acting like one."

Arthur shook his head and offered a wry smile. "It won't last you know. Nothing ever does." He muttered. Nevertheless, the Briton stepped slowly forward and lowered his hand on the top of the pile.

"Alright!" Alfred cheered, pumping his good arm in the air. "Imperaturi for the win!"

The room exploded with laughter and cheers, the team members shoving each other excitedly and smiling together. Finally, for the first time in the two days that they'd been a team, the world felt at peace.

A/N: :D :D I was grinning that whole final part lol. I love sappy stiff like that. Seriously im such a sucker for it lol. 3 Now about the name, since I know Im going to get comments on it. First off, this time I am 99.9% sure that it is correct. I checked the translator both ways, latin to English and English to Latin and the meaning didn't change, an then I asked a friend of mine who's learning Latin, and he said it sounded right to his knowledge, SO I'm going to go with that for now XD Now as for the name itself, correctness aside, I don't really know why. I guess I've been listening to to much Viva la Vida lol. But it just seemed to fit them somehow ^^ as for the design, I'm less confident about how that turned out in my head, but maybe I'll get used to it XD I think it would look cool on an arm band any way and that's what it's needed for so it's all good haha. I'm thinking of draswing and coloring it to get a clearer picture of it out but im not sure…

And horray horrah, another late Sunday night post.. go figure. Oh well I got it up by my deadline :) Hm… Imma go to bed now… or finish my homework… unfortunately most likely the latter .

Of course we all know the real question and suspense bit here is when is Alfred going to get some damn food XD

One last thing! I discovered that there are apparently different... levels of rudeness in which you can say what Ludwig did xD I'd say his was about a four based on what I found out, although I'm not sure lol.