As Prussia armed himself with Japan and China, Germany busied himself by fixing the bandages on Ukraine's ankle. He muttered to himself that nations should have fully practised first aid themselves, resulting in a deathly stare from Belarus. Switzerland and Liechtenstein were discussing about how much money to fund to each country for reparation after they had escaped the mess they were in.

Italy and Romano were yet again assigned the job of protecting Rosa. Romano was bitter at this, and Italy kept asking to tag along with the patrols and weapon making, yet Germany refused this. The Italian was hiding secrets from him, and Germany knew that something was pushing him to his limits. He had ceased his ramblings on pasta and cute girls and instead was insisting on being kept updated on the situations of his fellow nations.

Hungary and Prussia kept shooting cold glances at each other, quickly diverting them away if they met. Prussia was still awaiting an apology from Hungary, and Hungary still awaited a word of trust from Prussia. Neither let their resolve fade, and it was instead replaced with a bitter silence.

Finland was nervous, pacing the room with Lithuania as they tried to calm eachother. Latvia and Estonia were out on patrol with Russia, and America busied himself with France by reciting defence plans to re-take the back door now that England's magic was starting to fade along with his existence.

In one corner of the room, The Netherlands sat there, his face buried in his hands as he tried to hide from the world and keep his grief isolated. Next to him sat Spain, who put a re-assuring hand on the sobbing nation's shoulder. Even though The Netherlands claimed to dislike Spain, he did not attempt to remove Spain's hand or presence in any way.

Germany gave a sigh, dragging a hand through his dirt matted hair as he pulled it back in his usual fashion. He walked across the room, pressing the 'on' button on the television, not expecting it to flicker to life. This startled him, and the static crackle at the start caught the attention of everyone. They dropped what they were doing, rushing towards it and placing themselves on or around the sofa as they watched the report.

"The daughter of the German R.O.C.M leaders, Rosa Keller, is still missing after being assigned a mission to inform nations of the way of their revival."

Every nation's eyes darted to the girl, sat in the corner sleeping alone. They quickly returned their eyes to the television to hear the rest of the news.

"In Revival news, Sarah Mayland from Barnsley has started to rally her troops in order to restore the British people's faith in their nation. Here is footage for you now."

The program cut to an amateur and badly filmed video of a girl, around sixteen years old, standing on top of a ruined piece of Big Ben, clutching a British flag close to her as she looked towards a crowd.

"We are the British! Never before have our past corrupted us in such a way as this evil has! And why? Because some crazy man decided to make some drugs that send us loopy! Bloody hell! We survived both world wars and the blitz—"

Germany cringed.

"—and a few drugs are keeping us down?! Listen to me, you wankers! We're going to get up, dust ourselves off and save this bloody world! Because if no other nation will step up to the challenge then we damn well will!"

A huge applause, cheers, tears, crying, sobs and laughter filling the air in an explosion of emotions. The joy and hope felt by the crowd seem to reach through the television and grab every nation. Some, like Hungary and Liechtenstein, found tears in their eyes while even the 'awesome' Prussia was stunned into a silence.

The footage ended and a list of rations for the surviving and sane civilians began to roll on. It included many medicines, foods and other necessities.

America gave a small, yet sad, smile. "She sounded just like him. He would've been pretty proud of her to stand up for his country."

"I agree," France added, grinning. "For a moment, I thought I was looking at him myself, just by those green eyes she displayed."

The next piece of news came into view.

"Poland has managed to defend their representative quite well, and they are already raising funds for restorations across their own and other countries. It is said that it would take only a few years to be brought back to the current state."

Lithuania breathed a huge sigh of relief, collapsing back against the sofa as Estonia patted his shoulder, grinning.

"American scientists are said to be extremely sure they have found a cure to the drugs inflicted by Dr Hein of Austria, who carried out tests for the drug to create a controlling sense for the victim. Many commands can influence how the mind process them, and they were taken wrongly. Scientists Dr Brown and Dr Miller of Chicago have claimed to have found another drug that reverts the mind back to its former sanity."

America stood up and whooped loudly, raising his arms in the air and grinning. "Rock on, America! We're the heroes!" He laughed loudly, and many other nations joined in as peace began to settle once again among them.

"It is also seen that Hungarian people and the people of East Germany have travelled to Austria and are aiding the sick, wounded and homeless civilians of what was left of the land. It is said that, given time, Austria may recover in some time in the future. Scientists have guessed thirty years whereas politicians have argued that even seven years of direct peace between all nations could restore the world to its former state. Even for the current situation in Ita-"

The static flared up again, startling and even scaring some of the nations, and the power cut out again.

"All good news," Japan whispered, his lips forming into a smile. "I can't believe it…"

"I'm so glad, ve~!" Italy chirped, a huge grin on his face, yet Germany couldn't help but notice his eyes. They seemed sad and disheartened, but at the same time relieved. He didn't know why he could read them the way he did, he just felt each of those emotions run through his mind as he scanned the Italian's mood.

Italy walked away slowly, back towards Rosa, as if in defeat. Germany raised an eyebrow, and was about to follow him before heavy footsteps entered the conference room as Latvia and Estonia barrelled inside, followed by Russia who was carrying someone on his back. Two more figures ran in after them.

The Nordics.

Finland gave a loud yell as he ran forwards to them, approaching an unconscious Norway.

Denmark and Iceland followed, their faces filled with worry as Finland accompanied them.

"What happened?!" Finland asked, panicked.

"He cleared the crowds and mobs infront of Germany's house with magic, but used up all of his energy and dropped unconscious. I managed to carry him inside but we're all a little injured, so it was pretty lucky those guys showed up," he gestured towards Estonia, Latvia and Russia, and then turned to them. "We're very grateful."

"No problem," Estonia and Latvia replied in unison.

Russia gave a nod towards Denmark, showing his own reply, and he put Norway upon a table as Switzerland hurried over to take a look. As the Nordics settled in and shared information with the rest of them, Germany kept feeling his eyes wandering towards the Italian.

What could Italy be hiding?

A/N: I'm so sorry I took a long time to update! I'll make them a little more often now. The Christmas holidays distracted me alot, hehe!

I've also amended most of the story in little parts, so if you re-read through it and see it has changed a little, don't be alarmed! It's just that alot of my ideas changed throughout the story and so some things began to plot-hole eachother into oblivion. But it's all fixed now.

Hopefully I'll have a new chapter for next week! Ciao~!