Germany and England were shocked. Germany didn't know that Italy was only getting around 3 to 5 hours of sleep and maybe even less than that. Italy looked down to the ground knowing that he messed up big time.

-"Why didn't you tell me?" Germany asked Italy angry but worried that the same time. Italy looked back at Germany and looked away.

-"I didn't want you to be worried... so I didn't tell you." Italy said with a sad look on his face. He didn't want his friends to be worried about him. There was an awkward silence between the three nations but England broke the silence

-"Have you been getting nightmares lately?" Italy looked at England surprised. He couldn't tell Germany and England that he's been getting nightmares. He didn't want them knowing about his reflection and his nightmares

-"Not that I know of." Italy said lying once again. Trying his best to hide the truth. He put on a sight smile. He didn't want his friends to worry about him.

-"Italy you need to tell us if something is going on. You can't just ignore the problem." Germany replied, concerned for Italy. He didn't want Italy to hide something from him.

-"Don't worry i'm fine... really." Italy got up and started walking to the door. As he was walking he suddenly felt light headed. He leaned against the wall to stop himself from falling. Germany and England quickly helped him regain his balance

-"You should rest Italy. You haven't been getting enough sleep." England said "Germany, could you drive Italy home? He is in no condition to drive. Someone could drive Italy's car back to his house. If anything important happens during the meeting I'll text you, but I honestly doubt it."

-"No, really I'm fin-" Italy was cut off by Germany.

-"No your not Italy. Your not well, I'll drive you home, you need to rest." Italy sighed and gave up. There was no changing the two nations minds. The three nations got out of the washroom and started walking back to the reception room. Italy and Germany were going to exit the building England stopped them.

-"If you have any nightmares, tell me okay?" Italy nods. England looks over at Germany. "Well, I should get back to the meeting. I'll tell the others that Italy wasn't feeling well and that you are driving him home."

-"Ja, thank you" Germany responded the the British man. England walked back to the meeting room, and Italy and Germany walked over to Germany's car.

England couldn't help but think that their was something more to Italy's case then just not getting enough sleep. And what was causing Italy to have sleep deprivation? Obviously something wasn't right. And eye colour does not just randomly change. England opened the doors to the meeting room only to find a disaster before his very eyes. If you had to compare it to the aftermath of a tornado, it would be worst then that. THE TABLE WAS THROWN ACROSS THE ROOM FOR GOD'S SAKE!

-"You! Good at sports? HA! I'm OBVIOUSLY wayyy better then YOU! I'M THE HERO!" America said with a Hollywood worthy smile. In front of him was a slightly ticked Russian. But Russia still had his creepy smile plastered on his face.

-"Oh really? How about hockey? I beat you almost every time. It's a miracle that you manege to barely keep up with me, da? I'm the best at hockey." Russia said taking out his faucet.

Suddenly, out of the blue, a Canadian emerged from the crowd of arguing nations. America backed away as Canada took his place in front of the Russian. The two violet eyes stared into each other.

-"You think you can just say that you're 'THE BEST' at hockey and get away with it? Hockey is MY game!" Canada looked dead serious. Russia returned him a creepy smile.

-"You think so? Well, we'll just have to see about that comrade." A dark aura started to surround Russia, but the Canadian wasn't the least bit scared.

-"Oh, IT'S ON!" the two nations said. Canada took out his hockey stick (from I don't know where) and Russia's faucet was replaced by a hockey stick (from, once again, i don't know where).

-"WOOHOO! GO CANADIA! Errrr... I mean, CANADA!" America cheered, encouraging his usually shy northern brother.

-"Who?" Kumagiri asked in the side lines.

England stood in the entrance of the room. He looked around some more. It was ether that the nations were fighting, arguing, or cheering for Russia or Canada (?). England felt like he was about to blow up. It was going to be a long meeting... and a long clean up session.

Germany was driving on the highway. He was hoping that the meeting wasn't a complete disaster. What would he do if they were playing ball hockey in the meeting room! Oh well, he had to concentrate on driving, stressing out about the meeting wasn't going to help him nor was it worth his time. Besides, there was something much more important on his mind. Germany looked over at the back seats, where Italy was currently sitting. Italy had fallen asleep, from the looks of it he wasn't having nightmares, he looked... peaceful. Germany sighed. He was relived that Italy wasn't having any nightmares, but he was still worried about Italy's health. What if Italy was lying and he was getting less then 5 hours of sleep or not getting any at all. And why would Italy hide something like this? What else was he hiding behind that smile. Germany sighed once more.

(...)

Germany had been driving for quite a while now, but he couldn't brush off the feeling that he was being watched. He looked back at Italy. The Italian was still sleeping peacefully. He looked back at the road. They were in the country side now, and there was no cars on the road. Germany thought it was just his nerves getting to him. Then he thought about the last time he felt like someone, or something was watching him. He, Japan and Italy had just finished training for the day. They were sitting by a lake when him and Japan felt like they were being watched. They were with Italy at the time as well. Was it Italy that was causing this? If there was someone watching them, who was it? And why only when Italy was around? Germany dismissed the idea in his head, but couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was watching them.

-"WOOHOO!" Great job bro! You kicked his commie ass!" America shouted. Other nations cheered with him as well, while other nations shuddered at Russia's defeat. Russia was laying on the ground in defeat. Sitting on top of him was a Canadian that was a little too happy. Canada was almost never noticed at a world meeting, so to be noticed and kick Russia's ass at the same time is what he would call a very successful day.

-"How does it feel like to be sat on, eh?". Russia grumbled in response. One does not simply beat Russia at something.

-"Maybe next time you'll be closer to beating me. Although I really doubt it. Well, good luck next time! You'll need it.". Russia swore to himself that if that Canadian said one more thing that he'd start an other cold war.

(A\N) Now... your probably wondering where the hell was I. First thing first... I AM SOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! The weekend where I was going to write the chapter was also Easter weekend and also the weekend of my birthday. And then my teacher's (one of them is Satan) give me a SHIT ton of work to do. Every time I thought if the Fanfic I was sad cuz I couldn't do it because of all the school work I had and i'm REALLY sorry! I want to thank my sister for writing a part of this chapter (Thanks sis! :D). Anyways thanks for reading the chapter! Oh and sorry if there's spelling mistakes.

~NaddEchaos

(A\N 2) Hey guys! Vanz here! Since I helped with the chapter I can make an AN. So anywho, sorry for the wait. The teachers giving us so many projects! Plus I had a short story to write for my English class. If there is anyone here that reads my shory (Always with you), don't worry the new chapter will hopefully come out soon. (Btw I make that little hockey part with Canada and Russia. I couldn't help it. I love hockey. The next chapter will be focusing more on Italy). Thanks for reading!

-Vanz