A hush was the response to the little boy's question. His gaze darted from his mom, to Aldo, and then finally locking onto Prussia, beseeching him for an answer. Aldo ignored the look of irritated confusion Paige sent him, expecting him to tell her son something. Aldo, like Noah, stared at Prussia, though not with the same questions in mind. Instead, he studied him with a curiosity similar to Noah's, wondering not who he was, but if he was the person Prussia admits to being.

In the middle of all this, there was Prussia who with wide, baffled eyes looked at all of them with only one thought, 'what the hell is going on here?!'

In his mind he went over what Noah had said over and over before a suitable answer popped up. The three in front of him gasped as Prussia jumped up from his spot and pointed an accusing finger towards Aldo, whose curiosity left him in that moment. "This," Prussia motioned towards everything and everyone around him. "Is West's doing, isn't it!?" Noah pressed himself closer to his mother, becoming frightened at the strange man's now maddened expression. Paige with her son curled up in her arms was still able to inch herself away from him, hoping to get close enough to the tent's entrance to let her son get away on his own if necessary.

Aldo, however, stood up, taking a step towards him. The only one of them ready for anything Prussia would be capable of doing. "West? You aren't making any sense again!" Growled Aldo.

Prussia sneered at him, seeing Aldo's confusion of the situation as proof that his accusation was true. "You, you're Italian. He convinced Italy to join in too, didn't he?!" Prussia's attention went briefly to Paige and Noah. "They're British, England probably thought it would be amusing to trick me like this. If he's in it then...who else did West bring in?!" A long list of people surged through his mind, of people who would happily join Germany in a campaign of tricking him and leaving him in the middle of nowhere came to mind. "Oh definitely Austria and Hungary too, Romano hates Germany too much to help him in any way, Japan doesn't seem like the type to do this; although, China might be willing, America would do it for laughs so he might be in on it too...France and Spain better not of known anything about this-"

"Who are you talking about, are those even names?" Paige voice rose up, effectively cutting into Prussia's rant.

Before Prussia could continue, Aldo decided to speak up; rather than yell like Paige, his voice was quiet-almost soft. "Italy . . . you said Italy. Tell me now, how do you know that name?"

Prussia scoffed, Aldo's reaction really did seem like a last resort in his eyes. "What idiot doesn't know who Italy is? Even America's people know who Italy is and some of them don't even know the difference between a country and a state!"

Tears started to form at the corner of Noah's eyes, it wasn't just that Prussia in a way just called him and his entire family idiots for not knowing what 'Italy' even was, but that every second of Prussia's rants felt like he was only proving Aldo's notion that he could be a psychotic murderer. Paige didn't feel the same way as her son, what was once startled fear now developed into an insulted frustration. "We may not know what 'Italy' is or even means, but we definitely know enough to say that not knowing what it means does not in any way make us idiots." Paige sneered as Noah's eyes closed tightly, as if by doing so it made him invisible to everyone and everything around him.

Prussia by now was becoming more and more ticked off at these people, his brother, and every other nation that he believed to be setting him up for a joke, the type of joke that you saw in shows where the people, after being played for a fool, learned some corny lesson about treating others with respect and became a better person from the experience and everything was fine and dandy in the end. To Prussia a good and honest bruder was going to be the last thing he called Germany after this was over.

"I know that name." At Aldo's words the tension between Prussia and Paige seemed to break, if only for a short while. "Near the Itravokian capital . . . there was an expedition, they learned of that name from documents in the ruins of the Saint Peters Basilica church."

Prussia started to back away from him, trying to remember the church he was talking about; a memory of a time in which he had toured Rome for a few days came to mind. The memory of the church, however had Prussia narrowing his eyes at Aldo; this was it, it was everything he need to prove this was a scam. "Liar! I knew this was West's doing."

"I'm not lying to you, if I was I would tell you how nice Paige's clothes look on you." He commented with a bit of dry humor.

Prussia glanced down once, he only had a moment to feel any irritation over wearing such a ragged dress and could only hope that Austria wasn't outside to take pictures of him. "You talk as if that church is six feet under! When even I know that it's still there in the Vatican City and . . . you act as if Italy is doesn't even exist anymore!"

Paige was at a loss for words for she didn't even understand what Prussia was saying, let alone know how to answer him. Aldo was hesitant at first for even he didn't know if the truth would ever in a thousand years register in Prussia's mind as true. "We never formally introduced ourselves." Everyone was taken back by this. The rage Prussia held temporarily simmered down as Aldo looked him in the eye giving him the type of look you would see a soldier give his commander. "I am Aldo Urich, former Itravokian soldier and . . . the first king of the new country of Prussia."

In the moment that followed, Aldo could of swore that he had saw a flicker of belief and a passing look of despair play out in Prussia's eyes, but it all happened so fast and before he could do anything, he saw the man's countenance revert back to its previous expression. He took a step closer to Aldo, his stance almost challenging him to a fight. "If you see West tell him-" His hands bawled up at his sides, his ragged nails digging into the palms of his hands-drawing blood; the force of his rage causing his whole body to shake slightly. "Tell that not even I would stoop this low!" His breathing became hard and jagged, how distraught he was beginning to show, however he was upset for a different reason than Aldo was hoping for. "What type of bruder lies about being . . . being something you're not!" He looked from the small, cowering boy in Paige's arms that had begun to open his eyes again, then back to Aldo. "Not my bruder!"

"You're right." Aldo spoke to him in a hard tone, one similar to Germany's. "Your brother would never lie to you about that."

Aldo had to suppress the twitching in his lips that dared to upturn them into a smile at the satisfaction of being successful; for it was obvious to see in Prussia that to him, the world around him had come crashing down around him. But, unlike the times that Prussia had wondered what it would feel to once again be on top of his previous rivals and enemies, it was nowhere near pleasurable or exhilarating as he believed it would be.

Had her son not been in her arms, Paige would have thrown her arms around him; keeping him from leaving in a desperate run. All Aldo did was look down at the ground and move out of Prussia's way, letting him run out and through the camp of similar looking tents that they called a country and back into nowhere, a place that had once been him and Germany.

Aldo took slow steps out of the tent and watched as his people stared at the strange dirt covered man wearing a brown dress sprint past them like a child running away from home, not wanting to look back at the memories of good and bad that had led him to go and had stopped him from leaving sooner.

Aldo grabbed Paige's wrist as she darted out of her tent, Noah still inside as instructed by his mother, the force of the jerked stop caused her to fall backwards. She snapped her head up to look at him like a spoiled child being told 'no'.

"You're letting that man leave?!"

He shrugged his shoulders as if the survival of Prussia wasn't hanging in the balance. "Give him some time to sort things out on his own."

"Didn't you hear him?! He's sick, mentally! I-It's like he thinks he's a nation or something."

"I should have known something like this was coming." To Paige, his statement seemed to prove he wasn't listening to her.

"What are you talking about?!"

It was nearly the final straw for her with Aldo, strange responses and the man calling himself a nation; she too, felt like she was about to go insane. Aldo still watched the fleeing image of Prussia disappearing into the swirling dust, but rather than think of him he pondered over a memory, a memory of man who also was named after something much larger than any regular man.

"A few years ago back when I was still enlisted . . . there was a man younger than me but higher in rank." For once, she listened to him and kept her malice in check and for some reason as he spoke the insane frustration was also pushed back with it. "All my commanders looked at him as if he was gods' prophet; in fact, some of them might have believed he was god, but he would not let them look to him like that. He was an extremely religious man but a very powerful one too, maybe that's why he came off as corrupt to me."

A sickening laugh had him stop from revealing the true name of this man, but judging by the way Paige was acting he could tell that she already knew. "You're telling me that you met the Itravokian republic."

"I met him, but I bet he even remembers me from even before then; back when I was nothing but an ant, tiny in comparison to everyone around me who helped build him up."

In a flash she stood up in front of him, any amusement was now gone upon realizing how serious he actually was. "How can one man represent an entire country?!"

"I don't know what reason god had for creating people like them, but I don't question it."

"I-It's just not possible."

"You only say that because you have never encountered anyone like him."

"How do you even know that he's a country?!"

"Well, we found him naked in the dirt all alone." He began, speaking to her like she was just as naïve as her son. "And we've never met him 'til now, but he knows the name of our country even though we only officially named it so yesterday and he also knows the names of countries that haven't existed for centuries; some of which I've never heard of and acted as if he had known nothing of the past years since he came into existence-meaning yesterday."

"I-I'm still not sure."

He snorted. "You just don't want to believe me." She almost felt offended by this, but realized something important about Aldo's defense of the man, Prussia. "What are you snickering about?"

"I just realized how happy you must be that I kept you from killing him." She smirked, which only widened at his silent response. Not wanting to stick around for another snide comment, Aldo began to walk away from her in search of Prussia.