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Gilbert and Izaya were chatting away when a knock on the door on the door caught their attention.

"It's open!" Izaya called.

Shinra entered the room, his eyes gleaming bright.

"Hey, Izaya! So, is our patient doing well?" he asked.

"It appears so," Izaya responded.

Shinra nodded.

"By the way, I'm Shinra. I helped patch you up, just so you know," he greeted Gilbert.

"...my name is Gilbert," Gilbert greeted, slightly coldly.

Shinra winced slightly at Gilbert's voice.

"Izaya, I'll leave you to look after him. I promised Celty I'd spend some time with her," the doctor ordered, heading out of the room.

Both Izaya and Gilbert were silent, until Izaya spoke up.

"Hey, Gilbert, do you want to have some fun?"

Meanwhile, Shizuo, Tom and a certain Asian nation were eating at a resturant.

"It was pretty nice of you to treat us to lunch, Kiku-san," Tom commented.

"It was nothing, Tom-san," Kiku responded.

Shizuo frowned.

"It's been quiet. Where is that flea?" he muttered.

"Shizuo-san, it is not healthy to be worrying so much," Kiku reminded.

"Izaya's probably taking a break from pestering you," Tom suggested.

Kiku's gaze wandered over to the windows on the far side of the resturant and nearly choked on his fries.

"Kiku-san? Are you okay?" Tom asked.

Kiku swallowed quickly and blinked. His eyes were not deceiving him.

Standing in front of the window in front of the resturant was Izaya Orihara (which did not surprise Kiku at this point, considering Izaya's personality), and Gilbert, wearing the same outfits.

The two men were sticking their tongues out at Shizuo, looking quite pleased with themselves.

"Kiku, what is it?" Shizuo asked.

Kiku pointed at the window and Shizuo looked.

"IZAAYAAAAA!" the blonde shouted, darting outside and at the two. Izaya and Gilbert ran away, enjoying the chase.

Kiku and Tom sighed.

"Here we go again," Tom muttered.

Izaya and Gilbert were running away from whatever Shizuo threw at them.

"This is fun!" Gilbert cheered.

"I do this pretty much every day~!" Izaya reminded Gilbert.

"Wow! You're pretty lucky, Izaya!" Gilbert commented, moments before the two split up at an intersection.

Without slowing down, Shizuo darted after Gilbert, much to Izaya's surprise.

"Darn. I thought Shizuo would chase after me," he pouted.

Meanwhile, Gilbert was expertly evading Shizuo's wrath, almost as skilled as Izaya himself.

Almost.

A large signpost struck the ground just inches in front of Gilbert. He didn't even get a chance to swerve out of the way of said signpost as he tripped and fell over it.

"Ow!" Gilbert muttered, wincing in pain.

Shizuo walked until he stood over Gilbert, and was surprised.

"You...you're not the flea," he realized.

"If by flea you mean Izaya, I'm not him. My name is Gilbert," Gilbert spat.

Shizuo sighed.

"Sorry about that, Gilbert-san," he apologized.

With an angry sigh, Gilbert got up and walked away from Shizuo. It was only when Gilbert was hidden by shadows did he hear footsteps behind him.

"Prussia, is that really you?"

The former nation turned around and saw Japan. He was not the awkward man around Tom and Shizuo. Instead, he was proud, strong and elegant, a nation to be feared and respected.

"What now?" Gilbert hissed.

"Why are you here? America-san told us you had died fighting him," Japan asked.

"Well, it's obvious I didn't," Gilbert shot back.

Japan winced slightly.

"Everyone has missed you back home. Germany hasn't gotten any sleep looking for any sign you could be alive. Please, Prussia, come back," he pled.

"My nation ceased to exist the moment it was taken away! I won't go back! Not unless I have my land!" Gilbert shouted, dashing away from Japan.

Japan sighed.

"Germany wouldn't like to know what's happened..."

Izaya looked at Japan from afar, horrified.

"Was I...was I supposed to hear all that?" he wondered, frightened.

Meanwhile, Germany shivered as a cold breeze brushed past him. Autumn was coming, but something dark was on that wind.

The blonde nation and England were on their way to a meeting called by America. France had joked at America's expense that it was about hamburgers.

"Hmmm? Something wrong, Germany?" England asked.

"...England, do you ever get the feeling something bad is about to happen?" Germany asked.

England sighed.

"I get that feeling whenever a war is about to happen. More specifically, wars that involve more than one nation," he responded.

"Vell, it's just my luck I have that feeling at the moment," Germany admitted.

"It's different for every nation. Perhaps something even bigger than a war is about to happen," England suggested.

"Vhat could be bigger than a var?" Germany wondered.

England shuddered.

"A disaster," he muttered, half in response, half to himself.

Phoenix: End of chapter~!

Izaya: I call Prussia abuse!

Phoenix: Oh well. Sorry for being so lazy, everyone, I hope this fic will make up for it! Hope you enjoy the following chapters!