Phoenix: Hello, everyone! I'm still working as hard as I can on updating this fic between numerous new ones! Enjoy!

Shinra and Celty cautiously entered the room. Izaya had been rather quiet talking to Gilbert, but now they had gotten too curious for their own good.

"Gilbert? You still there?" Shinra cautiously asked.

Celty looked at the couch and saw that Gilbert was asleep again, and was hugging the pillow to his face.

"[Gilbert's asleep.]" Celty reported.

Shinra nodded.

"Let's just leave him be. I think he's too tired to do anything," he suggested.

Celty would have sighed if she could, and typed out, "[Okay, but should I stay to keep an eye on him?]"

Shinra shook his head, and the two headed outside.

What the two failed to notice was that Gilbert was crying into his pillow.

Meanwhile, China was walking through the streets of Ikebukuro, looking for Prussia.

"I wonder if I stand out? I look similar enough to Japan, so I shouldn't cause too much trouble..." he wondered.

China was dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers and had a aqua-colored sweatshirt on. For him, he was dressed quite plainly compared to how he normally dressed.

"Don't give yourself away. We aren't supposed to let the world know their nations are personified, and I have a feeling they won't react well," England had ordered.

"He could have at least let me wear clothes I consider normal," China muttered.

"Hey, are you lost, sir?"

China turned around to see a kid that had to be in high school, with blonde hair, brown eyes, and wore a school uniform of some sort.

"Ah, no. I was just looking for a friend of mine," the brown-haired nation responded.

"Ah. I'm Kida Masaomi. It's nice to meet you," Kida greeted China.

"I'm Wang Yao," Yao greeted.

At once, the sound of destruction reached the two's ears. Yao turned around to see a man eerily simliar to Prussia running from some guy that looked like a bartender.

"Prussia?" Yao wondered.

"IZAYAAAAA! GET BACK HERE YOU FLEA!" the bartender shouted at the top of his lungs.

Yao frowned, wondering if Prussia had changed his name.

Gilbert was running.

He didn't know what or who he was running from, but voices shouted at him from everywhere, telling him to run.

"What am I running from!" Gilbert shouted to no one.

Suddenly, the ground gave way under his feet.

Gilbert screamed in fear.

"OI! Gilbert, wake up!"

Gilbert opened his eyes to see a faint image hovering over him.

"Holy...Rome?" he breathed.

"Prussia, are you sure this is the life you want? This is a town filled with danger, and Izaya isn't the safest person to hang out with," the faint spirit questioned.

"I don't belong with the nations. I lost my land long ago. I am no longer a nation," Gilbert muttered.

The spirit chuckled.

"You would be surprised, my friend," he murmured before vanishing.

Gilbert closed his eyes.

"If only it were that easy."

Back with the other nations, Hungary was staring at the floor, sadness in her gaze.

"Hungary? Are you okay?" Liechtenstein asked.

Hungary nodded.

"I just wonder if Prussia's still okay," she admitted.

"I have a feeling he is," Liechtenstein admitted.

"Besides," Austria remarked, "he's like a flea. He's nigh impossible to get rid of, and when he's not around, you end up thinking about him."

Hungary chuckled sadly.

"Indeed," she agreed.

Slgihtly more cheerfully, Austria added, "Plus, nations just don't go away like that at Prussia's age. He's still around, Hungary. I know it."

Germany, overhearing the conversation, lowered his head.

"Prussia, my brother, just vait. I vill come for you soon."

Phoenix: Sorry for being inactive...hopefully I'll upload a few one-shots once Christmas comes.