I had written the first chapter at about 8pm last night and by 1am I WANTED to write the next one, but I also want to wait for my reviews. Checked in the morning and there were all three! You guys are great and I like died laughing when I read yours "Aph Native America". I'm glad y'all like it and that my writing apparently doesn't suck booty like I think it does. Thank you! Okay so here's the next chapter as promised. I have to go to work in 3 hours (yes, I have a job. Make that paper). Let's see if I can finish by then.

Not sure how I feel about the song lyric here. The last one worked cause Liechtenstein is a 'little one'. This one feels odd to be because like...while they may be in shock, what makes these two stars? But uh, I'll leave that up to reader interpretation because I think all the other lyrics I've planned to use work quite perfectly.

Just so you know, each chapter in this story will probably have some kind of time jump from the last. I don't really know...how big of a jump...but a jump never the less. So, this isn't like the next day or something, just so you know. Lol that was redundant.

QUESTION: Should I include Japan, Canada and England's reactions here as well? I know that they all have good relationships with Prussia, Japan being quite close to him (he seems to like loud people. Loud brothers of China and Korea, then he's friends with Iggy, America, Prussia, Greece and Turkey at the same time, Germany, Italy, ect. None of his friends have any chill), Canada and him being shipped together and Prussia liking pancakes, and England is kind of his drinking buddy so I imagine they've had some whacky adventures. I just...don't know if they're really ALL THAT relevant. Let me know how you feel.

Random: You know Beyonce's Lemonade album? I still, STILL haven't heard or seen it. Anyway, Pandora just played Sorry from the album. I really like it, especially the parts where she's like "I aint sorrahy, sorrahy" in the background quietly...so like the chorus. I wish I could hear the whole thing but I'm poor!

"Stop every clock, the stars are in shock." -SSW

"I'm really glad about it actually," the little blond girl commented skipping, her purple ribbon bouncing with her. Her taller, female companion tried to mask her curiosity.

"Ever since big bruder has been letting me talk to more people, I've made lots of new friends!" She took a taste from the ice cream cone in her hand. "I like spending time with Switzerland, but whenever he's busy I get excited to go out on my own."

"What kinds of new friends have you made?"

"Well, there's you, your friend Austria, I talk to Germany a bit now too but he's quiet, Japan seems to like me, and, of course, Prussia."

"Of course?"

"I think I probably spend the most time with Prussia," the girl said with a giddy joy on her face. The woman she was walking with, however, did not share in the excitement. She felt her hand tense around the handle of a frying pan that had randomly spawned. Liechtenstein was still small and able to be manipulated. If she was spending the bulk of her time with Prussia, she must've run into that pervert France by now! Her mind raced with all the sick things they probably tricked her into doing or saying. Having her call them "big bruder", or making her touch her elbows in front of her chest and bend over. Hungary shuddered thinking of the time she fell for that one.

"Why is your brother letting you go out now anyways? He used to be so protective." Hungary assumed it was her snappy tone that made the girl frown and avert her gaze. Her skip slowed to a casual walk as her mind tried to form an idea. What she wanted to say was simply that she had confided in her brother about Prussia fading away. He could tell something was wrong with her and she felt backed into a corner, with no option but to tell him. Switzerland was too much like himself to speak to Prussia about this directly, but, he did agree to let his sister grow closer to him while she still could.

But she wasn't about to blast Prussia's secret that easily.

"He just thinks it would be good for me," she said regaining a small smile. Not convinced, Hungary opened her mouth to further protest, but was thwarted by Austria walking up behind the two. The group stopped, formed a semi-circle, and chatted among themselves. They resumed walking only to eat their ice cream and enjoy the leaves falling in the park. The mix of reds, oranges, and yellows created a beautiful scene that was often accompanied by Austria's beautiful music, making autumn one of Hungary's favorite times of year. The pleasantries of their conversations with the younger, previously sheltered nation almost made her forget her doubts.

Almost.

But the doubts absolutely prevailed in leading her to take the girl home as soon as she got the chance, bidding her adieu, and dragging Austria up to the Prussian's doorstep. It was her doubt that forced her to ring the bell, her disbelief that made her shove her way into his house, and her unwillingness to cooperate that led to the three sitting in Prussia's living room. He resided in an armchair, the other two across from him on a love-seat. The only thing that protected the albino from their collective rage was a coffee table placed between them.

"What can I-"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!"

"Hungary, what are you talking about?" The bird on his shoulder let out a 'piyo' and the duo cocked their heads to the side in what was perceived as a faked confusion.

"LIECHTENSTEIN!" Hungary spat out, being held back to her seat only by Austria's hand. The hand tightened on her knee, forcing her back into her lady-like mannerisms. "She's around you all the time now. I don't understand why. From what I've collected, all you are is trouble." Austria, who had been previously confused as to why this visit was even necessary now nodded in consideration. The two had been around one another quite a bit. At times he thought they seemed glued at the hip. The younger nation would laugh at every one of the albino's stupid jokes, he would blow money buying her dresses, ribbons, and toys, and more often than not if her brother went off to a meeting or work of any kind, Prussia's house was the next best place to look for the girl. She even had her own bed sheets there if Austria was remembering correctly.

"She chills around here now. What's wrong with that? I mean, she could only resist the awesome me for so long." Prussia forced a toothy grin and in encouragement, his bird let out another 'piyo'.

"Well, what do you think of her?" Hungary asked, bidding her skillet to spawn and crossing her arms over her chest.

"She's uhm, she's nice and she likes me and she's cute, so it's cool." Unfortunately for Prussia, 'cute' was the wrong answer. Cute was just the perverted trash she expected to come out of his mouth.

"Cute?" she heard the disturbing sound of her teeth grinding.

"Yea. Don't you think so? France finds her plenty cute too." His smile never wavered, but even Austria knew it should have. The last person France had openly dubbed cute that he could remember was Italy, and the man had been slapped into a wall for coming too close to him. More than once.

"Well," Austria threw in, trying desperately to mediate and tightening his grip on Hungary's knee. "What kinds of things do you two do here?" Prussia laughed, another wrong answer, and replied with his idiotic grin still plastered on his face.

"Why do you two care? Don't tell me you're jealous of her. There's enough of the awesome me to go around!" Austria sighed. A hand on her knee was not going to be enough to keep the feisty girl in check after that. Before the sigh was even fully out of his mouth, she had lunged across the table, pan at the ready. She grabbed Prussia by the collar and felt all of her veins pop to the surface of her skin as her rage bubbled.

"I AM NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES PRUSSIA! WHY IS SHE ALWAYS HERE?"

"We talk! Why are you so mad at that?" Prussia cried out. He wasn't looking her in the eyes, but instead was eyeing the iron weapon being held over her head. He thought to the last wound he had gotten - a bit from Blackie on his thigh. It had taken a week to heal completely, but it was easy to hide. A gash in his face and broken jaw would not be as effortless to mask. That is, assuming he'd live.

"WHAT KIND OF PERVERTED DISGUSTING THINGS ARE YOU DOING TO THE POOR GIRL?!" A shadow cast over her face as insanity filled her eyes. Her arm recoiled, ready to strike-

"OKAY!" The voice came out stifled and forced, as if squeezed out. The beholder of said voice had his brows raised and couldn't break his focus on the skillet. The horror in his eyes spoke volumes of their own, it was a fear Hungary had never seen in him. He had certainly been scared of being hit before but this was...was...pure mortification. "I'll tell you why she's around so much more just please calm down."

Please. It was the right answer. A word Prussia used so rarely that Hungary had never even heard it come from his mouth, better yet directed at her. She lowered her pan, and lowered herself into her seat, wide-eyed.

"Speak then." The girl demanded, not losing herself completely. Prussia's red eyes found a new home staring at the floor as he rubbed his nose. "I said SPEAK!"

"She's trying to get to know me better."

"Why?" This time it was Austria who spoke, out of true curiosity. Prussia fidgeted in his seat, peeling away at his nails and studying the floor as if a novel had been written on it. Just as the duo before him was growing impatient for an answer, he figured the best way to go about it was to just, say it.

"I'm going to fade away soon, I think." What a riveting novel it was etched into his carpet, but after the longest few seconds of painful silence his life had ever known, Prussia glanced up. The two stared back at him with the same expression on either of their faces. Wide eyes, raised brows, and slightly dropped jaws. Austria blinked, and Hungary began to shake her head slowly.

"Wha-" she wiped at her eyes, blinking rapidly as if she had just seen his lips move wrongly, heard the wrong slew of words in the wrong order.

"I'm not a country anymore," he said it quietly and began to peel his nails again.

"But you're still a place!" Austria spoke it out with a twinge of fear in his voice before coughing and making a calm restart. "Hong Kong is not a country, nor is Sealand, and you don't see them fading away."

"When I get hurt," he began, eyeing the pan suspiciously as it sat on the table, "my wounds don't heal nearly as quickly as they used to. A tiny cut can take days to scar over, better yet for the scar to fade. Everything hurts more. Days feel longer." He had begun to ramble, his words flowing out quickly as his voice began to crack, "I fear I might be aging. I see Vati in my dreams. My skin is paler. My hair is lighter. My eyes are redder! People are forgetting me! PEOPLE DON'T NEED ME! I'M FA-" Prussia caught himself growing in intensity and inhaled deeply. With the exhale he closed his eyes and thought his lifelong mantra, the only thing that ever seem to calm him down, "Prussia, you are awesome." It seemed silly and brought a small smile to his face. "I think this is what fading away is like."

"You think? Can you be sure?" Austria furrowed his brows saying this while looking at Hungary who was still shaking her head.

"I don't know. My only other frame of reference would be Vati Germania, but he never shared the details with me. I just woke up one day and he wasn't there. I don't know if I'm fading, but I don't know what else this could be." Austria locked onto his gaze for a moment, and then found a novel of his own on the floor.

Hungary stood. "Well, I guess...if you...she can..." she gave up trying to come up with a witty response and spun on her heel towards the door. With Austria trailing awkwardly behind her, she slipped out of the room, down the hall, out the door, down the steps, and back home without another word.

"So they're in on it now. That's...uhm...good. The truth is good." Liet smiled at Prussia and hoped her joy would lift him up, even just a little.

"I guess. I just didn't want to tell them like that," he chuckled, "Because I was scared for my life and all. To awesome to die via skillet." Both laughed this time.

"Did they cry...like I did?"

"No. They didn't stay long though. And I do know, when I went to check up on them, Austria was playing on his piano. A...slow song." He dared not say sad. "Usually, Hungary sits in the window and listens to him, but, last night she wasn't there. I don't where she was, if she cried, or what she did, but she wasn't there." A silence followed. "Hey, our brothers are coming to nag us soon, I want a late night snack before that. Agreed?" The girl giggled and hopped up from the edge of Prussia's bed, starting towards the kitchen.

"I want more ice cream!"

"Okay. Don't eat too much thought, I don't want your hyper-ness be obvious. Switzy might just kill me anyway."

Yay, next chapter! And I still have thirty minutes until I have to get ready for work. But that may not be enough time to reread, spell check, and post it. Huh. (Update: Decided to post anyways. Was supposed to be getting ready for work 15 mins ago so now I'm behind schedule. Hope I'm not late!). A lot of the first chapters of this are going to be people finding out about or being told of Prussia's fading, so I don't want them all to be the same with people bursting into tears. Also, more stern characters like Switzerland and Austria, I see them hiding their true reactions while Liechtenstein after a day of being strong couldn't handle it anymore. Agreed?

I won't put a quota this time on the number of reviews, but please review anyways, they make me happy! I also probably won't be updating within a day though either XD. Hope the emotions and everything came across well here. Prussia is still trying to cope with fading just as much as everyone else. Anyone figured out the song yet? Probably not. These lyrics are kind of arbitrary. The next chapter's title though makes it PEERTTYY obvious without just saying the title of the song.

Do you read my author's notes? I just like writing them cause I feel like I can put a bit of my personality in them and take a break from other seriousness, but I wonder if anyone...cares. Lol. I determine if a chapter is long enough by checking the word count of it, not including author s note. I aim for 1,000 to 2,500 words. This chapter has 2014 words. I added two more words just so it would be 2016 (year I m writing this). I'm an idiot!

UPDATE: After After-tea's review I figured I should explain myself. First of all, after a couple re-reads I am not too fond of this chapter. It's like...okay...whatever. I need the next one to pick up the story so I'll be thinking a lot on how to write it. Giant, Red Dragon (my other fanfic) is in kind of a rough place too so I've been lost on how to continue it and get the desired effect. My writer's struggle is real. Second: There will be more of Hungary. There will be more of everyone mentioned one way or another but she and Germany especially will have their roles if this story writes out the way I want it to. Her true emotions just don't really show too much until they're in private. I'd imagine she's too embarrassed and thinks too highly of herself to be caught slipping up in front of Austria, even given the situation, that's why I made her leave immediately. BUT THERE WILL BE TEARS, hint, hint, wink, wink.