Japan was sitting opposite of Germany, sorting through the letters and a few other documents they had discovered. America was still sleeping, and although he had tried to wake him up earlier, the American merely shoved the shorter man away.

Now, in most cases, this would have resulted in someone just taking a step or so back, but America, having superstrength, ended up pushing Japan more than hard enough to send him flying across the room.

Even the loud crash didn't wake America up. Germany had heard it though and came to help Japan. After some talking, they decided to start working without America.

He wasn't good at stuff requiring hard work anyway.

First of all, they needed to organise when and where the world meeting would be. Then they needed to pick the topics of discussion. Then they needed to sort those topics in order of importance and when would be best to talk of them.

Robinson had been nice enough to leave them one half of his mansion (honestly, there was no other word for it) to use freely, while he was working in the city.

"I think the dead nations will be something we have to discuss." Germany commented, writing it down on the large whiteboard hanging in the kitchen.

"Hai... Do you think it would be necessary to explain what we were doing yesterday?"
"Deffinitely. We'll leave that for America to explain... What if the others came up with something? I mean, China found Prussia, Hungary and Austria, what it they've made more discoveries?"

"We'll leave some timeslots for when the nations attending have something to say... We still need to come up with a place to hold the world meeting..."

"... We could have it in London."

"Germany, you can't place a world meeting in London, just for the sake of seeing your brother again. Besides, who would provide the conference room? Usually anyone from the UK would, but as you know, none of the UK is left. Well, apart from England... And possibly Northern Ireland and Scotland..."

"Entschuldigung, you're right, I'm getting offtrack."

"Right."

"Do you know how the others are right now?"
"I haven't heard from them since China called America."

"Hm... Well, depending on whether or not anyone who didn't or still doesn't know what happened to the missing nations, will be attending the world meeting, maybe we should add in explanation to their disappearances?"

"True, true-" Japan's phone started ringing. He looked at the caller-ID, it showing China.

"Hello China-san."
"Aiyah... I need a leash for England aru." China moaned over the phone.

"Huh?" Japan asked confused.
"I just received a call from the police! Can you believe it? I asked him last night not to leave the room and he goes anyway!" The Chinese man ranted over the phone, frustration laced around his voice.

"Honestly, you take your eyes off him for one second and he disappears. He's almost as bad as some of the younger nations aru!"

England groaned as his eyes came to focus on the ceiling above him. His head ached, as if a brick had fallen on it and he had no idea where he was.

"Hey, 'England', you awake?" Someone asked him. England groaned again in response, turning over on his side, not wanting to be bothered. His head really hurt.

And for some reason, he really didn't want to be bothered by whoever was talking with him.

"Hey, dude, wake up! I'm bored and being bored's really unawesome, so wake up!" The man demanded, giving him a sharp jab in the stomache.

"Leave me alone. Head hurts."
"Pff, it's no wonder man. This old lady totally hit you in the back of the head. According to her anyway. She wouldn't stop going on about it, even the cops are starting to lose their patience with her."

"Grmbl... Who're you anyway..."

"Dude, it's me, Gilbert, remember? Heh, thought I'd meet you again at a bar, but not in prison. Funny how things work out. I admit that I did think we would both end up in prison, but I thought that'd be after we had had a few drinks. Hey, why're you here anyway? I don't trust what the old dame says, she seems the type to unawesomely exagerate. I'm in for having one drink too many and uh... Getting a bit excited because of those drinks... What about you?"

"... Dunno." England mumbled, daring to open his eyes. The headache etched away, as if it were healing at superhuman speeds. He sat up and looked at Gilbert, aka Prussia. He gave Prussia a brief scan then looked at his surroundings, noting he was in a cell.

He paled, feelings of fear stirring in him.

"Hey, England, aren't you supposed to be blind?"
"I uh... I had a hangover and eye surgery that day."

"Really? Weird. Your friend, Yao, right? He said you were blind."
"I told him to tell anyone he met that, because I don't usually get hangovers." England continued lying, backing into a corner.

"Hey, are you OK? You look panicked. And I can tell you right now, that looking like you pissed in your pants is unawesome."

"... I'm claustrophobic?" England half-asked. He knew that being in the cell was making him absolutely frightened, but he didn't know why. So he was unsure whether or not he was lying about being claustrophobic.

"Really?"
"No... I have a fear of cells..." He muttered more to himself, holding his brain as suddenly thousands of images flashed through his mind, the earliest dating back to nearly a century ago, the day he went missing.

He let out a quiet whimper, when a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Dude, calm down, it's OK. I have a friend called Klaus, he's German, and he's also got Claustrophobia... Kinda funny isn't it, now that you think about it, Klaus has Claustrophobia... Heh... Anyway, take deep breaths and calm down, OK? Close your eyes and go to your happy place. That's what Klaus does (Even if that's a bit unawesome... Unless I'm the one doing it...)."

England nodded, as he rocked back and forth, just glad that he was no longer in the HCS, but merely in a police station's prison cell in England. Prussia settled down next to him, looking at him with worry and thinking "This is totally unawesome."

Ireland couldn't believe it. He hadn't been to the UK in almost five decades! OK, so the main reason for that was rising tensions between the UK and Ireland, but that was besides the point. He had received a call from Liechtenstein during the night and he was so happy about it.

Yes, that's right, from Liechtenstein, one of the missing nations? Sure, it wasn't one of his brothers, but hey! A missing nation! It was still a miracle!

He was currently in London, wearing a hat and trench coat, trying to look inconspicious. His government really didn't want him travelling to Mainland Europe, to visit someone they thought didn't exist. Honestly, Liecthenstein not existing?

He told them he had met her several times before, yet they seemed to think there were like, what? Only seventeen personfications?

Honestly, some people were complete nut jobs. What made this statement worriesome, is that the "some people" were the people in charge, the only ones that could address him as Ireland.

He rubbed his hands happily, picking up his suitcase. He considered nation-hopping, but decided against it.

He preferred to take the "scenic" route. Besides, where would the fun of escaping his government be if he simply hopped away? He needed this.

He walked down the streets, smirking at the tale-tale CCTV cameras. Even with them, his government had been unable to find him. Not that these CCTV cameras could rat him out. They belonged to the UK, so they were eyes only for the UK.

He continued smirking at them. He found it kind of funny that with cameras everywhere, you were still unable to locate one man.

His phone started ringing. He picked it up cheerfully.

"Hey guys, you still looking for me?" He asked grinning, thinking it was his government.

"Sir, it's me, your cleaning lady! Someone broke into your home, a burglar, I caught him in the act!"
"Mrs. Foolsmith?"

"Yes sir, it's me!"
"... Someone broke into my house in England?" He asked. How dare someone (other than himself) break into one of his brother's homes?

... But maybe it was America? He had broken into the house once in the past... Before he finally shut up about the others. Took his time in doing it... Then again, a missing nation had returned, so maybe he was wrong in doubting America.

He'd have to give him a call at some point.

"Yes." Mrs. Foolsmith answered, bringing Ireland out of his thoughts.
"Hang on, where are you?"

"At the police station sir. The one nearest to your house?" The woman replied, as if this information would help him.

Well, it wouldn't be helpful to any random stranger anyway. However, it did help Ireland a lot, since England used to send his brothers to the nearest police station if they came to his house uninvited (i.e. broke in) and if England was still able to reach the phone.

"Thank you Mrs. Foolsmith, I will come immediately. I hope you are OK?"

"I'm fine sir, back when I was a young lass*, I used to beat those punks up as if I were merely squishing Marshmellows!" Ireland surpressed a shudder at that comment, feeling that elderly ladies should not be making those kind of comments, but ignored it, since he, himself, still beat punks up as if he were "merely squishing marshmellows" at over 2000 years of age.

"Good. I'll see you there." He hung-up, waving down a taxi. He gave the address, and made himself comfy in the back. The taxi driver tried making conversation, but Ireland gave him a glare that would have made even Russia a bit nervous.

The taxi driver was frightened out of his mind by the glare and didn't talk the rest of the journey. Once at the destination, Ireland gave the taxi driver a small tip, for being quiet a majority of the journey, then entered the police station.

Rather soon, he was allowed to see who the burglar was. Mrs. Foolsmith accompanied him, talking on and on about how she had had to be brave and everything.

He rolled his eyes. The policeman began unlocking the door to the cell.
"This is where your burglar is." The policeman said, unlocking the door. He threw it open, only for something hard to be bashed against his head.

It had been a stool that had been placed inside the cell. "Dude, that was frikkin awesome! But you sure that's a good idea to do at a police station?" A German-accented voice asked, while something shot out the cell, looking for an exit, a very bewildered expression on his...

His... Face...

Ireland's thoughts came to a halt, as he looked at the prisoner. The prisoner seemed to notice that there were two objects blocking his way out and then realised these two objects were in fact people.

He then realised that Ireland was there and he blinked in shock. He blinked again and both men stared at each other stunned.

Neither dared to say anything, neither noticing that the co-prisoner was trying to get the burglar to snap out of his stupor, neither noticing that Police were surrounding them, not noticing the gasp from a Chinese man standing behind Ireland.

It took a while, until at least one of them broke out of their stupor.

"... Ireland..." The prisoner said, looking at him, before collapsing on the floor. Ireland quickly raced over, catching him before he hit the floor.

"Heck no way you're back!" Ireland muttered, although the person in his arms couldn't hear him.

"Next time give me some warning, so that I'll know whether to be happy or annoyed about this." He joked, ruffling his younger brother's blonde hair.

"That's one kind of a reaction to seeing someone." Prussia commented. Ireland looked up at him, his eyes widening.
"Prussia?" He asked, not sure what was going on.

OK, one nation reappearing. Believable. Two nations reappearing. Wonderful. Three nations reappearing. Sanity is questionable.

Was he losing his sanity? He stood up, helping England stand on his feet, as the Brit slowly came back into conciousness.

"Ireland, may I remind you you are in a police station aru?"
"China?" Ireland asked, looking over his shoulder. China nodded and Ireland adjusted England in his arms, so that he could support him better.

"Uh... I'll deal with this." He said to China. "You just wait outside."

"Why did you call me Prussia?" Prussia asked curiously, not understanding why he'd been called that. England, Ireland and China looked at each other uncomfortably.

The three had sorted out the police business about ten minutes ago. They were now at a small Café, which had run out of coffee. All of them had to drink tea, not that any of them, but Prussia, complained.

On the way there, England had explained to China (carefully leaving out the fairies, much to their frustration) how he had gotten his eyesight and memories back.

"No.. Reason..." China muttered, both Ireland and England turning to talk to each other in hushed whispers. For two brothers that hated each other, they were doing amazingly well in not fighting. Then again, they hadn't seen each other in nearly a century and one thought the other was gone forever, so it was understandable.

No fights until at least the second day.

"Guys, you're lying and that's unawesome. Tell me the truth." Prussia demanded. China sighed deeply. Neither of the British Isle brothers were going to tell Prussia anytime soon, Ireland not having a clue what was going on and England wanting to come to grips with what he'd remembered.

"You won't believe us aru. You'll say we're crazy and need to be locked in an asylum. That's what he thought." China replied, pointing at England. Prussia frowned and turned away, feeling irritated that secrets were being kept from him.

Come on, it couldn't be anything that bad. He had friends claiming to be aliens, so it's no big deal, he doesn't go into a sissy fit and claim people insane, cause that's unawesome.

"Yao, we can hardly discuss anything until he knows." England pointed out, joining in the conversation. "I can't keep talking to Ire... My brother in a hushed tone, because he doesn't know."

China sighed and looked up at Prussia, who glared back in response, silently daring him to say another word. Ireland cleared his throat.

"Gilbert, I'll tell you, since the other two are too chicken to tell you. You're a nation, well, ex-nation, namely Prussia. Nowadays you represent East Germany, sort of. I'm Ireland, he's England and that there's China."

"See, it wasn't that difficult to tell me." Prussia said, cooing at the three as if they were children, who had just told their teacher the truth, instead of a lie.

It made England want to tell Prussia he was a bloody stupid git. He bit his lip and quietly smiled to himself. Oh the relief of finally being himself again. He wouldn't have thought like that as Arthur Kirkland.

"Wait, I'm a what now?" Prussia asked, having just processed what Ireland had told him.
"Look, aru. For now, let's just pretend you're the ex-nation Prussia, OK? I really can't deal with going through another explaining session. It's too much drama for me aru."

"Agreed." England muttered, staring darkly at his teaspoon. Ireland sighed annoyed, knowing that if no one had the will to explain to him what was going on, he wouldn't get any answers.

Prussia was also annoyed, however it was for different reasons. He really wanted to leave, but these guys had helped him get out of prison with absolutely no problems. The least he could do was do a favour for them. Which would be to hang around and have... Tea... with them. Unawesome.

If you were going to have a coffee break, it should be with coffee and cake. Or beer. Yeah... Beer sounded good...

"Come on Iggy, tell me why you're suddenly back. I want an explanation..." Ireland asked, pocking his younger brother in the ribs. England frowned, pushing the hand away. OK, maybe fights couldn't wait until at least the second day.

"My name's England. Don't call me what that bloody frog calls me." He muttered annoyed.**
"Iggy~"

"Ireland, I'm serious!"
"So am I! I want to know why you're back! I mean, first I get a call from Liechtenstein-"

"Liechtenstein? You mean you've found her? She disappeared about a week ago!" England said, sitting up. Prussia sank into his chair, and took a manly sip of tea, ignoring the chattering nations in front of him.

He could be annoying the heck out of Roderich right now, but no... He was stuck with them... Then again, maybe he'd have more fun annoying England?

No, no one could surpass the fun he had in annoying Roderich. Apart from Elizabeta perhaps... He started listening in on the conversation again.

"You were in charge of taking care of Liechtenstein? Man, how did I know you'd be a terrible guardian as both a nation and human?"

"I'm not that bad! I mean, in comparison to other empires (France), I treated my colonies pretty well!-"
"Actually, France didn't treat Canada too badly..."

"Stop making up bloody countries too defend your point! Oh no... wait... Canada's... Canada doesn't count anyway!"
"And why not? Because he's still part of the Common Wealth? He is his bloody own country and it's high time you take notice-"

"I didn't say he wasn't his own country, I treat Australia like he's his own country, don't I? And he's part of the Common Wealth too! What I meant was-"
"Yeah right, you treat him as if he still is a little kid..."***

"Will you two shut up aru! I've already got a headache from the past few days, I don't want to make it larger from to younger nations squabbling like three year olds! Honestly, whoever said 'A man matures with age.' obviously never met you!"

"But he started it!" Both Ireland and England said, pointing at each other. Prussia snickered and looked away, checking out some of the girls passing the Café.

"Enough! Really, why I bother with these things sometimes, I really don't know aru..." He took a sip of his tea and smiled, feeling the hot brew calm him down. An awkward silence settled between the four. China waited until his temper had disappeared, before saying something.

England coughed uncomfortably.

"You said you're in contact with Liechtenstein aru?"
"Yeah..."

"Could you call her, I think it's high time we talk with her. Maybe she's figured something out aru..."

*Lass is the female word for Lad. It's commonly used in Northern England and Scotland (however, it's more common to say Lassie in Scotland).
** I read somewhere France is actually the one that calls England Iggy. I just kinda remembered that... Don't ask why.
***I know England doesn't mistreat it's ex-colonies. These statements only apply to England, the fictional personification, not England the real, actual country and nation. (Yay, a rhyme)

Note on Ireland: I dunno why, but some how Ireland ended up becoming a working class gentleman, or at least, something in that direction. It's probably because I'm subconciously basing him around the only Irish person I know, so yeah... dunno what I'm doing. I hope you like him anyway! :S

My only complaint for this story is that it's very fictional, a lot of this wouldn't have happened in the real world... It's a fiction starring nations personified as humans... I don't mean it like that, I mean it's not very realisitc... For example, if someone had been knocked out via violence, like here in this chapter with England, they'd been taken to hospital. Honestly. o.o I hope those out there don't find these things as annoying as I do...

Oh, and the other... There were several segments that I absolutely loved but ended up removing... WHY? I loved those parts so much, for example, writing China's reaction to seeing England with sight again.. It's kinda still there, since, if you read above, you'll note "A chinese man gasped" or something like that... So yeah... Ah well, never mind.

This will probably be the last update for a while, cause I've got a stupid new timetable that sucks and won't have so much time because of that. :(

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