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"There's hardly enough space for all of them," Germany sighed, as he walked into the room, setting a few blankets down on the arm of the couch and watching the countries spread across the couch and floor. Taiwan and Japan laying side-by-side, with Korea at their feet and Italy rolled across Japan and Prussia's laps. It was kind of cute, how they'd all managed to fall asleep like that. If it hadn't been for the fact that they all decided they'd stay at Germany's place, and hadn't even bothered to change out of their bloody clothes. Germany groaned at the thought as he grabbed the TV remote to lower the volume and turn the news.

In other news, the country of Austria was bombed by Belarus today. Hungary is sharing it's supplies with Austria, as well as supporting it with their troops so it will not be invaded. Military men are ordered to walk through the streets and find any survivors and send them to hospitals in both of the countries...

Germany sat down on the chair beside the filled couch, careful not to step on Korea. Safe to say, he was worried about his old friend. At the beginning of the war, Austria had been very strong and able. But as it roared on, he knew that the country was slowly loosing his energy. Belarus had probably not wanted to bother wasting any of her soldiers on the country in the state he was in, and had figured it was better to just bomb him.

Hungary had also ruled that if Austria was not able to make it as a country again, it would become a nation under Hungary's name. Austria had agreed to this...

"Well, isn't that a bitch," Prussia sighed, leaning against the back of the couch and watching the ceiling. "The dumbass was bombed, and she's still by his side." Germany studied his brother's face, moderately surprised by the melancholy look in his face. "It's a total bitch. I'd think to be ecstatic when I heard the damned aristocrat might have fallen, but no, I felt...And this, this is just a total punch in the face. Times like this, I..." His eyes shot from the ceiling to Germany's own dark eyes. "Don't you feel the same sometimes, West?"

"What?" The bulky country felt unsupported suddenly, like he could fall at any moment. He hadn't seen his older brother like this before. And minutes ago, he was the same as always; huge smile, confident eyes, and talk about how awesome he was. He had always been like a child, but now...

"You can't tell me you haven't," Prussia said quietly, seemingly trying hard to not look at the TV, "Italy, he left you for family. Even when you told him that he would fall so easily, he chose Romano over you. The damned aristocrat turned his back on you when you asked for help. Japan was long-gone by then, and even I tried to leave you to become a country, even though we know how terribly that ended. Doesn't it ever seem like the world wants us to suffer?" Prussia chuckled and shook his head. "No, you have it better. At least you rounded some of your friends together again. And it's only a matter of time before the bastard comes and asks for your help..."

Germany said nothing, and glanced down at Italy. He moved slightly, as if he heard his name in his sleep. The memories of listening to news of Italy's slow and painful crash-and-burn came to him, and the thought of it happening again killed him inside. "Prussia, I..." He stopped, and looked down at his hands. He breathed out and turned off the TV. Prussia's eyes followed him as he got up, and listened intently to the next words. "I know how hellish it is. But..." He hesitated, before just continuing out the door without another word.

"Heh." Prussia smirked and ruffled Italy's hair. "If only we knew the answer to that. Right, kid?"

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"Liechtenstein, stop crying..." Switzerland said, sitting at his adoptive sister's bedside. "You saw Australia! He tried to kill you. He deserved it."

"But big brother, that Principality didn't. She wasn't even a country yet..." Liechtenstein whispered, letting Switzerland wipe her eyes with his hankerchief. "B-big brother..."

Switzerland watched her, his pity beginning to shrink. She'd been like this since he brought her back. After all these years, she hadn't the idea of what it meant to be at war? "Listen to me. Do you realize what situation we're in? It's kill or be killed. If I hadn't done that, he would have killed you. If I'd have helped him, we would have stabbed us in the back. Liechtenstein, do you understand?" He sighed when her tears began coming faster. "You know she still has the Hutt River. I've heard she always liked him better than Australia, anyway..."

"R-r-really?" Liechtenstein asked hopefully, sniffling. She smiled slightly when Switzerland nodded. "Th...thank you, brother," she whispered, pushing his hand away and rubbing her eyes with her arm. "Thank you for being so kind." At Switzerland's confusion, she continued, "Nobody was ever this nice to me before. I was always so...Alone. But you've helped me."

Switzerland furrowed his eyebrows. "Liechtenstein..." She smiled at him, cocking her head slightly. "Liech..." He stood up, surprising the girl. "If you hate this war so much, I do, too. I'll listen to you. Just sit tight and I'll sort this out."

"Big brother..."

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Sweden rubbed his head as he sat in the damp grass, Finland and Estonia at his side while Latvia lay in a sleeping bag, sound asleep. "Think we should have told him?" Finland asked, looking down at the snoring boy. "I mean, he was closest to Sealand out of all of us."

"No," Sweden said, shaking his head, "That'd be a bad idea...He just got freed from Belarus and Russia's grasp, and even then, it was by a limb." He stared ahead, staying quiet for a while. "Hmn..."

"But-" Finland started, only to be silenced by the looks of Estonia and Sweden. Minutes passed, and he found himself whisper, "...Maybe it would have been better to keep him? Just until they start invading. I-"

"You know as well as we do that if we did that, Sealand would be taken over, too," Estonia sighed, "Lithuania did us a huge favor by telling us about Russia and Belarus' plan to invade us four. There's no hope for us, but as long as Sealand isn't here, it'll be fine for him. It's best to just wait for Russia to force us in again."

Finland looked down at his lap and furrowed his brows. "I don't get it," he mumbled, "Why does it have to be like this?"

"Does what have to be like this?" Latvia asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Finland laughed nervously. "I was just mad that Estonia went and lost the cards. Heh...Uhmn, I'll go get us some beer." Finland stood up and walked to the bags that they had packed, while Latvia looked to Estonia and Sweden for answers.

Estonia smiled at Latvia. "It's fine. We can find another way to entertain ourselves." He heard Sweden grunt in agreement. Latvia nodded and got up to walk to Finland. As he did so, Estonia glanced at Sweden, "Shouldn't they have been here by now?"

Sweden frowned and nodded. "Something isn't right. Something-"

"NO!" All four countries shot their heads to the sound of the scream, toward a few small figures. It didn't take them long to realize it was the sound of Lithuania. "No!" He screamed again, "I won't! You can't! Please!"

"Well, they're here," Estonia sighed, "But it looks like it won't go as smoothly as we were hoping..."

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Ah, Lithuania, you idiot. Always making things difficult...

Please tell me how I'm doing, and tell me what countries you'd like.

Next chapter, Belarus and Russia have problems, Romano doesn't like Belgium, and Canada's isolationist attempt is failing miserably.