So, I am going to stop promising when the next chapter will be up. My life is just too hectic to put it on any kind of schedule. So yes I know I said that I was going to have this up by Christmas, but well, life happened. I am really sorry about that.

I don't think this chapter will make up for the wait, but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

Disclaimer: I now own a Hetalia T-shirt! TAKE THAT! I am one step closer to owning the franchise. *Mom walks in, explains that is not how copyrights work, and then walks out* Okay well maybe not. But I own more Hetalia stuff and a sowing machine to perfect my Fem!Prussia cosplay!

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"Ve! Is that really you?!" Mom asks excitedly, looking very intently at the picture I am showing them.

"Yeah, I think I was around thirty-five or forty when this was taken." I respond while trying to remember my exact age when the picture was taken.

The picture itself was on the surface nothing all that special. It was just me in a light blue sundress in the middle of a field of sunflowers. My hair was down allowing it to curl lightly as it tend to do, though I did have a blue ribbon in my hair that matched the dress. The sunflowers that surrounded me were actually taller than I was and it was obvious if I had ventured far enough into the field I would have been completely hidden from view.

What they don't know was that this was in fact a very monumental day, as if was the first time such a large field of sunflowers ever bloomed right outside of Moscow. Which for those of you who don't know is a city in Russia. That day Russia invited the entire world to come over to his place, and since he had been keeping us updated on the progress of his sunflowers we knew why he wanted us to come. That day literally the whole world was there to play amongst the beautiful flowers.

I had never seen Russia smile that largely in my entire life, and I never had since. Yes, Russia smiles, but not like that, at least not around me.

"Where was that taken, if I may ask?" Inquires England focused on the picture.

"Here pass it around." I say while handing the picture to England first as he was closest. "And I can't tell you where that was taken, but I can say that it will be a day you all remember, trust me."

They all begin to pass the picture around and soon they have all begin to 'coo' over my 'cute little chubby cheeks'. At least they didn't try to pinch them anymore.

"Show us the next one." Uncle Prussia proclaims, looking at me like an excited kid after he hands off the picture.

"Why are you so eager?" I ask, honestly confused at his exuberance.

"This is the awesome future we are talking about! Of course the awesome me wants to see it!"

Ah that makes a little more sense.

"Show another of me and my Romano!" chimes in Uncle Antonio.

"O-Oy bastard! Don't say stuff like that!" Uncle Romano whines, there really is no other verb to describe the way he said it, while delivering a swift kick to Uncle Antonio's back. I kind of want to feel bad for him but he should have known better than to sit in front of Uncle Romano.

Banter begins to break out around me as I start looking back through the pictures to find another one.

No, not that one. I am pretty sure that they haven't built the 2nd Eiffel tower yet.

I can't show that one, that President isn't even born yet.

Not that one either, humans haven't made spaceships like that yet.

Certainly not that one, Alien contact of that kind won't come for another thirty years or so.

I could show this one- oh never mind, that has Soma and Anippe in the background. And is that James, or Canada? Wait, he has a scarf, it's James.

Oh wait, this one looks fine.

"Hey guys, I found one!" I say my voice cutting through the noise.

"Well show us then!" France says as they all turn to look at me.

"Come on don't keep us waiting!" Uncle Prussia says stating his position on the matter.

"You can all bloody calm down." England says while trying to calm down the excited nations.

"I want to see more pictures, ve!" Mom says while bouncing up and down in his seat.

"Italy she will show us in a second." Dad says while placing a hand on Mom's shoulder stopping him from bouncing any further.

"Here. Just look at it." I say turning the picture to face them.

All of their jaws hit the floor, metaphorically speaking. They all appear to have gone into shock. A bit worried I snap my fingers in hope to get some reaction from them.

None of them move. It is starting to creep me out a bit to be quite honest.

"What's wrong?" I ask, just a touch concerned.

"You… have hover cars?" asks Dad, tearing his eyes from the picture to look at my face.

That was what they were worried about? Well I bet they thought that they went out of production a long time ago, but that's not true. They are a very reliable mode of transportation, so we have no reason to get rid of them. Upgrade them a bit yes, but not get rid of.

"Um, yes. Don't you?" I say a bit rhetorically.

"No." is the single word response I get from Uncle Prussia.

Oh.

Well crap.

"But you are close to the technology aren't you?" I ask a little bit more worried. I mean can't I get a break when it comes to all this time travel stuff?

"At least ten years, at a minimum." States England.

Damn it.

"Well, let's just forget about this then." I say putting the picture back into the pile.

"Hey! I was looking at that! Where were you? It looked really familiar." Uncle Romano chimes in.

"Oh that was just the house in Venice. We were there on vacation, and by us I mean like the entire world. The last meeting was there, so we all just kind of stayed for a bit afterwards like normal except it sort of evolved into a full on vacation, but that is not the point. The point is, you need to forget what you saw, okay?"

"Well we won't mention it to our human leaders, or any humans. Is that acceptable?" asks Dad.

"Yes. Perfect. Just please don't tell."

"Got it! We won't tell anyone!" Uncle Antonio says while sending a smile my way.

"Ve! I can keep a secret if I really need to!" Mom adds while nodding his head vigorously.

"You have my word that I won't say anything." States England while looking me dead in the eyes.

"Kesesese. The awesome me will keep quiet about the awesome flying cars." Uncle Prussia laughs.

"Mon Petite, you have my word that I will tell no one what I have seen." Chimes in France.

The room goes quiet, and I look at Uncle Romano for conformation as well.

"Okay. Fine. Me too." He grumbles.

I just nod, because from Uncle Romano that answer is completely justified.

And then I feel it, just a little bit. The very slight increase of my heartbeat. Most humans would not have noticed it but then again I am not in any sense of the word human. I may look like one and have human traits and attributes like feelings and a heart and lungs, but when it comes down to it, I am a country, not a human.

"Hey I hate to break the mood, but I can feel my heart speeding up a little bit. Is there any way I could get some of that anti-anxiety medicine, or possibly that spell you mentioned earlier England?" I say while looking at the nation I am addressing.

See this is how it is normally, just a slight increase in heart rate, or getting just the tinniest bit dizzy. I don't even need to be under stress for it to happen. It had never been worrying for me to feel these things though even if I had just felt fine after England and China figured out what was going on and diagnosed me for the first time. But I have to admit that things are different now and I have no idea if what I am feeling is going to get any worse. So I err on the side of caution.

The effect is immediate and everyone starts babbling about if I am alright, and if I wanted to lay down. Mom is up off the couch and by my side in what seems like a split second, as is Dad. Uncle Romano is alert as is Uncle Antonio and they both have their eyes trained on me as if to make sure that I won't suddenly collapse. Uncle Prussia has also stood up and is standing just a bit farther away than Mom and Dad but close enough that if I fall he could catch me. France is being dramatic and has somehow gotten hold of a handkerchief that he is practically ranting into. England has risen from his place on the floor and is looking at me closely as if trying to decide the next course of action.

"No, it really isn't bad at all, I just don't want it to get any worse. I would be perfectly fine back home, but I am not so sure here. Better safe than sorry right?" I say trying to calm everyone else down.

"We still need to get you help as soon as possible." Dad says. "There is no way we are going to let that happen to you again."

"That's right! You are our daughter and Germany and I going to protect you, no matter what." Mom says while placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I am fine guys, really I promise."

"I still think I should perform that spell, you are lucky I have my Grim moiré. Since you came it hasn't left my side" England says while starting to flutter through some of the pages, no doubt trying to find the right spell. Where he had been keeping that book until then, I don't know.

The next thing I know though it starts getting harder for me to breathe again.

Oh God no.

It haven't even been awake for that long.

It can't be happening again!

"Okay…" I gasp "I… lied…" I tilt my head down so my chin touches near my collar bone. My eyes are screwed shut and I can feel my chest rise and fall in an unnatural manner.

"Sparenteno! Stay with us!"

"It's okay! Just calm down, it will be alright."

"Take slow calming breathes."

"How can she breathe calmly when she can barely breathe!"

I open my eyes and I find that the world is turning darker faster than before and I can barely see. Everything is so blurry. But there are positives.

For one my heart is calmer.

Two, I can breathe a touch easier.

Three, I can still think clearly.

Four, I am not shaking as badly.

Oh wait, that's not right. I'm shaking like a leaf in the wind.

When did I start to shake?

"England! Have you found the spell yet?!"

"I am working on it Germany!"

"Hurry up bastard and HELP HER!"

"Romano he is trying his best."

"His BEST isn't good enough."

Wait what was I thinking about?

Oh yes the positives.

At least I can still think straight.

And I can breathe fine.

And my heart is speeding up.

It's like it is beating out of my chest.

Oh lord should it be going that fast?!

"I found it!"

"Good now hurry!"

"But there is a possible large backlash! I have to warn you!"

"I don't care what it is, just do it!"

"I need to warn you! As her family you, Italy and Romano have to know!"

"Then tell us quickly she is getting worse!"

Screw the consequences just fix me!

What did I do to deserve this? I can hear them but just barely.

Everything else is black and cold and yet so warm and blinding.

Except their voices.

I can still hear their voices over the rapid beating of my heart.

"It could make her human!"

"What?!"

"The spell removes the stress, and that may mean her status as a nation. Sometimes spells are deceiving with their wording so you have to expect the worst! It could remove the stress by removing her status! What do you want me to do?!"

I let a gasp of pain escape me.

I can't hold on much longer.

It is just too much.

"DO IT!"

"Save her!"

"My Bambina! Help her!"

"Alright."

No wait!

Don't!

This will pass!

I will wake up after the attack!

But if I am no longer a nation, I will lose all of you!

I hear England start to chant again in some old language I can't even begin to understand.

Please!

Hear me!

I will have to leave you all!

Don't make me leave!

But as I open my lips to protest, to stop him, I find I can't.

All that comes out is a silent scream.

And then once again my world fades to black.