Russia walked downstairs, having been instructed by Canada to watch America for a while again. Ever since England had declared war on Canada weeks ago, Canada had built a basement in his home to properly cage whatever spoils he obtained. America got his own cell, while others were stuck together in cells too small for them (Canada had gone and captured Australia and Cuba, among other countries).

America looked up miserably at Russia. He looked as if he had given up hope for rescue. After all this time, he had become convinced that England gave up on him. He was so crushed by his own beother capturing him, he was convinced from the first day that England had just been pretending to care so he could take over his land.

Russia opened up the cell and stepped inside, closing it behind him.

"So, how is the hero feeling?" he asked with a cold voice. America said nothing. Russia grabbed his neck and pulled him up.

"I asked you a question," he growled. America still didn't reply, and ended up being tossed into the wall by Russia.

"When someone asks you a question, you should answer. It's polite." When America tried to pull himself up, Russia grabbed his collar and pulled America up to his face.

"You know, I don't find those 'In Soviet Russia' jokes your people make very funny. There's nothing funny about my pain. There's nothing funny about communism." Russia raised his leg to knee America in the stomach. America gasped and gagged, his eyes going wide as Russia dropped him back to the ground. Russia smiled a little.

"I dreamed for years of seeing you on your knees. It gives me great pleasure to finally see it." He stepped on America's back to pin him to the ground, then removed his foot and left the cell.

"Remember your manners next time, or you'll be in much more pain," he said after he closed the cell and was walking away.

"Eh? East, vat is this?" Germany asked as his brother shoved a document into his face.

"It's a declaration of independence. I don't wanna be 'East Germany' anymore. I wanna be Prussia again! My own country!" Prussia said with a smirk. Germany's eyes widened.

"Are you sure you can do that again? Vill you have any allies?" Prussia scoffed.

"Duh. I'm no idiot. I've got that kid Sealand… Russia… and Canada!" Germany's eyes widened, and he grabbed his brother by the collar.

"Did you just say Canada?" he shouted angrily. Prussia let out a yelp of surprise.

"Y-yeah! What's so bad about that?" Germany let go of Prussia and punched him in the face.

"Canada is the reason for the meeting ve had yesterday!" Germany shouted. "Ve're at var vith him! And you're telling me you just made an alliance vith him?" Prussia blinked in surprise.

"V-vat? Var?" Prussia rubbed his face where Germany had punched him and thought. So that's what Canada meant when he said he could easily make him and Sealand recognized countries… If they fought in this war, then people would recognize them. Prussia closed his eyes as he straightened himself, and looked his little brother in the eye.

"Vest, I've made my decision. If I stay here, then I von't get the respect I deserve. I von't be treated like a country. If I go vith Canada, I'll be respected and feared like I used to be. Goodbye, mein bruder." And just like that, Prussia left Germany's home.

Germany's eyes widened even more, and he stared at the door after his older brother was long gone. At first, he was ready to back out of the war and go neutral. But then he got a new idea. He would fight in the war for his brother, to bring him back home where he belonged. If Prussiahad only said something earlier, he would have given him more respect… Now he knew how to change, for the better.

"England…" Sealand walked up to his older brother while the other walk talking with Japan about strategies. While speaking, England waved the boy away. Sealand's eyes narrowed in frustration.

"England..!" Sealand repeated, slightly louder. Again, he was waved away.

"England, you jerk!" he shouted. England set his hand on the phone and turned to his little brother.

"Sealand, I'm really busy right now! Whatever it is, it can wait!" England snapped in frustration. Sealand's hands tightened into fists, and he stomped away. The boy grabbed some paper and a pen before beginning to write a note to his older brother.

England, you jerk,

You never pay any attention to me. You're just a big bully, all the time. You don't even recognize me as a country. That's why I'm going off on my own, finally. I've made friends with Mister Canada and Mister Russia, and a nice fellow named Canada says he can make Prussia and I be recognized as countries, and that he'll house us and treat us with respect while we're there. So, I'm leaving, and I don't want you to be my big brother anymore. I may end up like America if I stay with you too long, anyway.

Sealand

When he was finished writing, Sealand snuck out the front door and ran off to Canada's home.

England paused when he heard the door open and shut. He quickly told Japan he's call back before hanging up and looking around. He stood and ran into the living room.

"Sealand…?" he called. He turned his head and noticed the note on the coffee table. He picked it up, and his eyes slowly widened. He covered his hand with his mouth, and small tears ran down his cheeks. Innocent little Sealand… made an alliance with Canada? Sealand was going to be part of this war? He ran out the door and looked around frantically.

"Sealand? SEALAND!" he called out. But there was no reply. England fell to his knees, and set his face in his hands.

"I… I'm a terrible big brother…"