A/N: : Thankyou for the constructive criticism. Looking back and reading it, I decided that I, too, hated the idea and I have now changed that! Actually, Poland still being alive will greatly help with the way the plot will run. Thankyou! :D
Germany sat outside of the conference room, his thoughts pacing back on the conversation he'd overheard. So even if there was a chance the others could be brought back, there was absolutely no chance for his brother? Germany scowled, his fists tightening as Russia glanced over, raising an alarmed eyebrow, before he settled down and smiled at the German.
"Everything will be fine, da?"
"Ja. I hope so," Germany muttered, crossing his arms. "When this is over, the first thing we should do is hold a party."
"That will be nice," Russia mused. "Everyone will be back and we can be our old selves again. How I've missed the noise…"
Germany smirked, "ja, I'll have to deal with a run-away Italian again, and a serious Japan. It will be… nice to live back in the past for a while."
"Da. Never thought I'd say that though," Russia chuckled. "All I used to know about the past was wars. But now I miss that time of tranquillity."
"Fighting against our own people is worse than any fights against one another," Germany sighed. "I hope we can find out what's been happening, sort it out, and we can return to be a peaceful world again."
"Seems like a fairytale," Russia grinned. "But it'll be fun, da?"
Germany nodded, and then jumped as the conference doors opened. He spun around quickly before seeing Italy, a little shaken up. Germany gave him a questioning look.
"I can't sleep," Italy sniffled. Germany sighed before patting the ground next to him.
"Russia, me and Italy can take the watch from here if you like. You seem tired," Germany said to the Russian, who nodded his head, got up, and returned to the conference room.
"Have you been having nightmares?" Germany asked the Italian.
"Si," Italy murmured, burying his face in his own hands. "It's about everyone. Belgium…Australia... South Korea… England… everyone! They're coming back, aren't they?"
"Ja. I don't see a country lasting long without it's representation. They'll have to be back soon enough."
Italy sniffed, nodding, "Si! You're right! They'll be back! And Rosa's parents too, right?"
Germany's stomach felt like knots. "Err…maybe Italy. We'll wait and see."
"Alrighty!" He beamed.
They sat, quietly talking about old days gone by. Three hours passed before Germany yawned, and Italy convinced him to get some sleep, and choose the next person.
"Ve~! I'll be fine out here for a while longer, Germany! Who's keeping watch with me next?"
Germany rubbed his eyes. "Erm, Finland I think."
"Si! Finland is very nice, I'll be fine!"
"Are you sure?"
"Si~!"
"Alright…"
Morning came into view and Germany arose, not giving him much chance to adapt to the dawn light. He walked outside to check who was on watch. He saw Hungary and Finland outside. But not just those two. Resting on Hungary's shoulder was a sleeping Italy. Germany looked at Hungary, who chuckled and explained.
"Finland crept in and said Italy fell asleep, and so I came out. We didn't want to wake him so we let him sleep outside. He's been pushing himself a lot lately…"
Germany frowned. "I've noticed a little. He's always starting to volunteer for things. Why is that?"
Prussia joined Germany at the doorway, before spotting Hungary. He narrowed his crimson eyes, and Hungary sent a cold stare back.
The air around them had been tense ever since Hungary had gone out to search with the other girls. Prussia had yelled at her for being so careless and stupid to go with just the girls, and Hungary had shot back that if he didn't trust her, why did he care so much anyway?
And so they were involved in a lover's quarrel, as France had put it.
Germany sighed, before picking up Italy who stirred a little in his sleep. "I'll take him inside and make sure he rests up well."
"Good," Hungary said, snapping out of her cold streak. "I hope you look after him. He's like a brother to me!"
Germany rolled his eyes. "I'm only taking him inside…" He muttered, carrying the Italian. He was greeted by Romano as he walked inside.
"What are you doing with my brother, you bastard?!" Romano screeched. Spain moved over, restraining the Southern Part of Italy from attacking Germany.
"I'm just bringing him inside, what's with the dramatics?" Germany sighed, placing Italy down in his corner. Rosa was still resting there also, and as Italy was placed on the floor, her head lolled and rested on Italy's shoulder.
Germany smiled, happy to see some sort of peace in the world before he walked past the raging Italian, panicked Spaniard and a Frenchman who found the whole thing quite amusing.
Germany's eyes rested on the American who sat at the table, a mug of coffee in his hands as his glasses layed beside his beverage. His eyes had more of a spark to them, but he still seemed deep in thought and generally pre-occupied in his thoughts.
"America," Germany said, pulling up a chair beside the American and sitting down.
The said nation looked at Germany, before looking away again.
"What do you propose we do next?" Germany asked awardly.
"I don't know. Whatever you want," America said. His voice was not its usual self, but it didn't sound hoarse or dry; just exhausted.
"Nein. You're supposed to tell us an absurd plan we could do."
"I'm not in the mood…"
Germany sighed, standing. The American had broken. After seeing his brother and guardian dead, it had changed the American completely.
He decided to check on Liechtenstein and the girls. Liechtenstein had awoken, and was happily drinking some tea as Switzerland fussed around her for the first time in years. Ukraine's ankle (badly bandaged by Belarus) had stopped bleeding and was stitched up. Hungary's leg was also bandaged while she chatted with Liechtenstein.
Russia was still in a bad mood, due to the circumstances of his sisters. He had one injured and the other shared his mood. Not good.
Only a few moments prior had Poland announced to have not been coming with the Nordic nations. His land had fallen into turmoil, and Poland was helping the resistance group in his country fight them away from the capital. Everyone had sent him their best wishes as a worried Lithuania paced the floor.
Finland was upset for Poland, but was happy that his brothers were still coming along. At the same time, however, he dreaded it. The last time he'd seen them all together was when Sweden was with them.
But now he was dead.
"I got it working!" Japan announced, startled. The T.V flickered to life, onto a news channel that they presumed Rosa's organisation ran.
The woman on the news panel spoke clearly;
"As the U.K, and especially England, start to fall into turmoil, a brave girl from Barnsley, South Yorkshire, has stood up to the part of leader for the R.O.C.M. She insists that the resistance members rebuild London, Edinburgh, Cardiff and Belfast. Members are on that mission as we speak. Now, to news on Pola—"
The T.V shut off in a sudden spurt of static. The announcement left people stunned.
"Brave girl indeed…" Estonia said under his breath, interrupting the silence.
America raced forward. " Isn't there any other news on this?! How is the situation on the rebuilding right now?! Are they rallying the other countries too?!"
"We can't be certain of this news report, aru!" China insisted to the American. "By the looks of it, England wasn't doing very well. It might take long time for it to be rebuilt! Years, decades!"
America slumped back down, sighing. Germany frowned, bending beside the American and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I think that he'll be back soon," Germany softly spoke. "I think everyone will. But if we want to help out, we have to find a way out of here."
"Yeah…" America said, a sudden smile on his lips. "I'm going to keep fighting, now. I'm going to stop moping around. I'm going to get out of here and help my fellow nations rebuild their homes so they can come back to us!" He stood up.
"Let's do this! And be heroes!" He yelled, throwing his fist into the air while his blue eyes shone with hope.
Many cheers followed, their own fists in the air. Germany grinned, following his fellow nations.
Let's do this, let's all get back together and be at peace once again!
A/N: The moment where your hometown makes a cameo appearance. Haha :P!
SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG! -Begs for forgiveness- I just lost all creativity on the current chapter (I'm also writing one of the later chapters, which will be extra long, so you can look forward to that!) and I got distracted by real life stuff. So, anyways, please leave a review (It makes me very happy :3 ) and thankyou to all that reviewed; I'll have a special shout out to you at the end chapter! Love you guys!
-Ella