A/N: If your nation is brutally murdered by Byzantium do not take it as an offense as it does not reflect my true feelings towards the area, I love the Balkans and the Middle east as it's a very rich and cultural area filled with many wonderful things… it just happens to be a hot bed at times.

Chapter 46: The Return part 2

The Byzantine Empire had returned. Many of his former 'children' and siblings returned to him except for Austria, Hungary, and the Italys.

The first thing Triestan did was hold a meeting with his siblings. The man had a mask of rejoice and happiness plastered on his face hiding the murderous entent and darkness quiet well.

He smiled brightly at them all, "Welcome back to the empire brothers and sisters!" he said to the group of nations. They were all smiling and happy. "Yes I know my return is abrupt, but I just felt that I was needed once more."

Yet one thing felt off and Serbia couldn't help but notice this, "Uh… Triestan where's Greece?"

Triestan's face became solum and tired. He his mask falling to the ground, "Dead." He wasn't about to sugar coat this more than he had to.

The entire group gasped, one spoke up, "What do you mean dead a nation doesn't just die!" This was an undisputable fact, in turn the only true way to kill a personification was entire racial eradication, removement from history, and razing of the capital. Seeing as how Greece and Byzantium shared the same culture it was almost impossible for one to die without the other.

Triestan sighed as he put his hand to his forehead and walked down from the podium he stood atop, "Children, he had betrayed the empire, he wanted nothing more than to own it for himself, growing so greedy in his new position of power." He waited then laughed, "No I'm lying terribly hear I murdered him." He said bluntly the lifeless expression returning to his face not at all complementing the loving smile he had on his face like he enjoyed those words.

The whole group backed away, "Oh and I took back what was mine, rightfully atleast… each of you took a part of my empire when I died." He walked into the center of the semi-circle they had formed.

His emotionless eyes looked at them all, "As the fates are kind to me you've all seemed to come to me here in a state of joy and bliss not questioning how I had recovered, so now I've my entire body back, but unfortunately for each of you… you must die for me to live."

He grinned sadistically his eyes growing wild as he drew fourth a bloody saber, the same that cut greece's heart out.

The group looked at each other than at Triestan one of them yelling, "What the hell are you!"

Triestan shrugged it off, "The Empire of Byzantium, the Byzantine Empire, the Eastern Roman Empire, the Empire of the Greeks, or if you will the Impirium of the Byzantines." The words were cold and blunt.

One of them charged Triestan not wanting to stand there and let him cut them to pieces, but Triestan only smiled, "Bravery and Stupidity usually yield to different rewards ." he said as he ducked a swipe for his head slashing brutally into the nations leg cutting it off.

The other nations looked at the now de-legged one, "W-What just happened!" yelled Jerusalem.

Byzantium turned to him, "Oh didn't you know nations can kill each other, it's just obserdly hard to do even for us, but seeing as how I've already intergrated you all with in myself, all I have to do is dissolve you all de-jure then kill you like any other human, you may be immortal, but your no longer invunrable."

This shocking new revelation that there was another way to kill a nation scared the group there.

Byzantium rolled his shoulder, turning his head to the nation he had just de-legged, whom was now grabbing Byzantium's leg, "Cute." He said as he kicked him in the face stomping on him releasing a sicken crack with the nations ribs shattered.

Byzantium rubbed his chin as he kneeled down to him, "Now which one were you?" he turned the nations head towards him, "Oh hohoho Bulgaria you foolish fool. How did I know you would be the first to try and attack me?" he picked up Bulgaria's leg.

"Luckly enough he stole my leg." His face no longer contemplative, but insane. (Death really screw with this guy am I right?)

The other nations turned to the door but found that they were blocked by a small army guarding the hall ways with rifles pointed down it.

Triestan took out a match book and lit one of the matches, something odd about those matches however is how each one was painted with the flags of the states that made up the empire. The one currently lit was Bulgaria's. He knelt down and put in front of Bulgaria's face, "This is your light, your time on this planet is over, sleep well child of the Bulgars, you Barbarian scum!" he blew the match out dropping it down Bulgaria's throught then stomping on his face.

Byzantium breathed in, "Yes I've wanted to do that for years!" (1)

He turned to them, "Next?" he didn't even bother cleaning his blade which was dried with blood and now wet again with fresh blood.

Byzantium spun his saber in contemplation of who he wanted to do in next when the phone rang. He turned to the table that held the phone frowned then went over and picked it up, "Yes? Who is it, I'm very busy." He said in a monotone, but annoyed voice.

He was answered by his new boss, "Now, now Triestan we can't have you killing the pawns so quickly now can we? We need the cannon foughter. Besides I can't have dissolving to many states to quickly, without the country going into complete failure and revolt, remember gradually bring them in!"

Triestan's face twitched, "Yes… sir." He put the phone down, turned to them and smiled the same mask that he dropped earlier was back, "Meeting is dismissed."

Yes he would wait and each one would slowly become his again, each part of him returned. The insanity was continuely rising in his mind behind the mask he wore. The men at the end off the hallway he waved off happily and he shoed the other nations out of the room, "Go now go and do what states do and remember…" his face returning to that one of murder and coldness, "… I'm always watching you." He leaned back into his chair turning to do some paper work.

No nation that night would ever question why Bulgaria went missing, or why the Bulgarian people were suddenly evicted from the nation into an excile.

Yet Byzantium knew what he had to do, "A pure empire is a healthy empire… no traitors… no Backstabers… nothing to stand in my way."

A/N: Each part of the return takes place a year after 1936 part 1 being 1936 so now it's '37. WW2 won't start until part 4. Also I just want to point out to you all, no one is eternally dead here, but they will remain dead until their nation is either reformed or they rebel, so some nations which may not have been dissolved de-jure or de-facto may be considered dead, or imprisioned. For the most part imprisioned and in a lot of pain. What why are you people looking at me like I'm a psychopath? I'm not about to sugar coat the worst war that has ever happened to mankind! If you don't like it than leave.

The Bulgarians were notorious for screwing the Byzantine empire taking away land that they owned for many years, or rebelling and screwing the over. The Bulgars came from the east somewhere in Russia I'm not quite sure where they exactly came from, but I know they weren't natively from the current area Bulgaria is now.