Wow! Look at the progress made so far for me and the story. Prussia has captured 3 nations, will anything stop him? I'm so glad that so many of you love this story.

Here we go!

While the training up in Europe is still going, back in Chicago, America wanted everyone to gather round. "Alright everybody listen up. I think we need to come up with some sort of fighting strategy so that the rest of us don't fall under Prussia's spell."

Germany was pissed off for some reason and didn't want to talk.

Emotions right now are too rampant and someone needed to bring them together. Japan carefully approached the intimidating German nation and asked him a simple question, "Mr. Germany are you all right?"

His piercing blue eyes were cold and soul-less. Whatever drove him earlier, was completely gone. "Nein."

It was too much for him, so he left the room. Romano on the other hand had a few words of enlightenment, sarcastically, "Enough with this shit already, let's just end this already." Romano took a tomato and chucked it across the briefing room. It splattered everywhere.

Parts of the tomato got onto Spain's face. "Now come on Romano, no need to get so angry."

Romano pouted like a perpetual teenager and he left the room too.

"Aiyah! Stop that right now! No more anger among each other." China was about to whip his wok and knock some sense into the other nations. Nothing could calm anyone down. It was sheer chaos. Germany didn't want to take his anger on anybody else, so he punched a wall aggressively and yelled powerfully, "Scheiße!"

All of this anger drove everybody mad. Austria, as the leader, took his responsibility to bring order to his group and their mission. "Quit it! As I am the leader of this group, all of you are acting unreasonable."

Gilbird the Raven flew into the briefing room and landed on a nearby crate. Austria read the letter and stared at it for a period of time.

England attempted to break Austria out of his trance. "Austria are you okay?"

Austria didn't respond to England's question. Everything he heard turned deaf.

Turkey knew he could get the room going again, naturally, by yelling. "Spit it out already!"

Austria looked down at the letter again. More pain and guilt filled his face. This time, his voice dropped to a whisper. "Unfortunately, Belarus now has fallen under Prussia's spell." Everyone stopped where they stood at. The looks on their faces were just emotionless.

The only person in the room, closest to Belarus, and counting Russia was China. "I wouldn't be surprised if this had an effect on Russia."

Romano ran back into the room as everybody stood perfectly still. He tried to get everybody's attention again by being a bit rude. "Now is not the time to worry about Russia. Are we just gonna sit here and do nothing?"

His comment made some of the nations upset. This caused them to be silent. Spain went over to Romano and patted him on the shoulder to soothe his emotions too. "If we move hastily then this would cost us dearly. Let's not rush this at all."

These comments about revenge made the group's morale sink to a new level. Once again, someone tried to bring up the morality by having Austria to reinforce their goal. "How many times do I need to remind you guys? We must plan our attack precisely or all of us will fall under Prussia's spell. Then what can we do about it? Absolutely nothing."

They all heard Austria's motivating speech, but for them it wasn't enough. Silence was quite common to them. Despite everything that could worsen the current situation, they went back to their original duties. Romano was all huffy, puffy about the situation now. He walked back and forth with a high temper and Spain nearby.

"Come on Romano, you need to really calm down. Your anger is causing our group to be at each other's necks."

Romano made a face of a mad twelve year old, then had a long sigh, "Fine!"

Spain tried again to get all of the nations together with another conference. He took first initiative as some type of a leader. "Listen up, since Hungary's team started training, as stated by the letter, we need to train as well. I will me more than willing to be the trainer."

The eldest of the nations knew Spain was capable, but, from his own experiences, he thought Germany would be a better candidate because he knew fighting strategies better than anybody else. "I know that you can fight Spain, but I think Germany has the best experience with fighting. Before I got turned into one of those Pictonian bastards, damn Germany, you know how to fight."

Germany felt honored. "I would love to."

Spain was slightly disappointed and scratched his head to cope for now. "Okay, I understand." Secretly, he knew that this feeling would come to get him later.

Germany stood atop the nearest crate and began to conquer and divide the other nations's jobs for the battle to come. "Now then let me guess where everyone's fighting abilities are. America, with your kickboxing techniques, I think you can back me up. Cuba, I want you in charge of artillery. Spain and Romano, you two can take care of weaponry. England, I hope you are getting closer to perfecting your magic. Whatever Prussia's magic can, yours will need to counteract his. Plus, all of us are still unsure what he meant by 'the spell' from the television set."

"Don't worry old chap. My magic shouldn't make your brother worse." The British man was more than confident with his spell casting abilities. In fact, a little chuckle formed from his mouth.

His confidence skyrocketed to unimaginable heights and he even stepped onto the next highest crate. "Anyhow, China and Japan, you two will be my swordsmen. Greece and Turkey, do you think you two can put your differences behind and work together? Turkey, I think you can help Japan and China. Greece, I want you to be a sniper just in case. Italy, I think you need to stay out of this and protect Sealand. Hey England, do you think you can place a forcefield around them?"

The nation with the candy-green apple eyes brimmed with happiness. "That is something I can handle easily."

Even though ninety percent of the other nations were involved with fighting in some style, Sealand was left out. He moaned and groaned, "Hey! I can't help out at all? Bummer."

So far, everyone seemed happy with the tasks they were assigned. However, Greece wanted to insert one more suggestion. His voice was very quiet. "If you want me as your sniper, can I at least have my cats with me?"

Germany's face twitched a little. His arms contorted slightly and his eyebrow spasmed. "Fine. Just make sure you keep those damn things away from me. I hate cats!"

Greece was a bit offended by Germany's comment. "My cats keep me relaxed. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Relaxed?"

Italy, again, could break up any situation with a pot full of spaghetti and his smile. "Come on you two quit it, I have some more pasta for you guys." The two stopped and look at each other in confusion. Italy and Cuba set up the dinner table.

For right now there is silence, but this type of silence was good. Smiles were on everybody's faces. Cuba made the mood very even and neutral, "Everyone is safe. No need to worry anymore."

Showing his proud American he side, he raised his fork in the air and yelled, "Come on you guys let's eat!" The guys ate their dinner without worrying for now.

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Chibitalia got ready to go find Holy Rome and ultimately solve the plaguing mystery. His Grandpa was completely useless. While his Grandfather flirted with the Italian women, he looked at the map to get some sort of idea where he can start.

"Now then, where could of Holy Rome go?"

Some of the fellow Italians said that he could be in town, the canals, or coliseum.

"I guess I'll start with the coliseum."

As Chibitalia walked along the streets of Italy, he saw even more posters of Holy Rome's bounty. He was scared that the bounty will give the incentive to other Italians to turn him in. For about an hour, he ripped most of them off. While he continued doing it, something hit him on the head. It was a casing. Inside it, there is a key with some sort of intricate design. Upon further inspection, the top part of the key is in the shape of a Whiting fish. Realization hit him, "That's it, I know where he is!"

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This chapter was fun as well. Author's note time:

The reason why Germany hates cats, because in the outtakes of the movie, Patrick Seitz (Who voices Germany), joked about how much he hates them. Five cats for five deutsch marks at Arby's! XDD (Or, you got period chopsticks, BEST PART EVAR!)

The idea for the Whiting fish key came to me to indicate the location in Italy and the type of fish.

Scheiße is German for shit. (He's said it a couple of times in the dub of the anime. I love you Patrick Seitz!)

I feel really bad for Spain he tries so hard and no one ever recognizes his actions.

Enjoy the next chapter! Please R&R! ^_^