Completely oblivious to the chaos his brother, Japan and Italy were currently in the middle of, Prussia was cheerfully enjoying some time in the airport gift shop.
"Can the Awesome Me have this?" he demanded, jabbing a finger in the direction of a giant rainbow lollypop.
"Sure" the woman behind the counter - her name tag read 'Amy' - replied, dryly. "Do you have the money for it?"
"...No."
"Well then the answer is the same as it as been for te past two hours" Amy leaned forward. "No."
"Oh come on!" Prussia moaned. "Just give me one for free! I'm awesome - it shouldn't be a problem!"
Amy smiled. "Would you like me to call security, sir?"
"IT SHOULD BE A PRIVILEGE!"
Amy stared at Prussia for a moment. "You're annoying" she said, at last.
"MY ARMIES WILL CRUSH YOU!" Prussia howled, in response.
"Is that a threat?" a nearby woman asked, looking alarmed. "Should I get someone -?"
"Don't worry about it, Ma'am" Amy replied, rolling her eyes. "He's just an idiot."
It was at that moment that Prussia's phone rang. Ignoring the insult, he pulled it out of his pocket and held it to his ear.
"This is the awesome me" he said, into the receiver.
"Prussia!" it was Germany. "Wherever you are, GET OVER HERE NOW!"
Amy smirked. "Problems?"
"Nah, just my annoying little brother" Prussia replied, waving one hand dismissively. He turned his attention back to his raging brother. "Hey West - mind if I borrow your army? There's someone I need to crush."
"Prussia, I am not joking!" Germany snapped, his voice taking on a dangerous tone. In the background, Prussia could hear loud yells and other sounds that indicated a big commotion. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"West, what the hell is that?!" he demanded. "Are you having fun without me?!"
Prussia could hear the sound of Italy's voice coming through the other end of the phone; it was obvious that the other Nation was standing somewhere close to is brother.
"Dear God" Italy was saying. "Please turn back time and make it so that no one knows who we are. Amen."
"Hey, what's going on?" Prussia asked, frowning slightly. This was just getting weird.
"Look just COME OVER HERE, RIGHT NOW!" Germany howled, in response.
"Alright, alright" Prussia replied, rolling is eyes. "No need to get your un-awesome panties into a twist."
He hung up the phone before he could hear his brothers response. He glanced at Amy and shot her a threatening look (or at least he tried to).
"I will be back!" he announced, before dashing out of the store.
...
"Get out and STAY OUT!"
France let out a loud yelp as his bottom made contact with the cold concrete.
"Monsieur!" France cried, turning to face the enraged man standing in front of him. "You cannot do this to me! I have done nothing wrong!"
"That was some of the most inappropriate behaviour I have ever seen in my years of managing this place!" he spat.
"But Monsieur -"
A moment later the door of the strip club slammed shut, leaving France shivering outside.
"Dammit..." he cursed. "Damn these Englishmen..."
France shuddered as a wave of cold travelled through him. He had left all of his money at home; where on Earth was he going to spend the night? He was much to fabulous to sleep outside! What is someone mistook him for being homeless...oh the horror.
France silently cursed himself for not immediately going home after the meeting. He had thought that some time in England would be enjoyable; it had been a while since he had explored the other country.
Obviously this was not proving to be the case.
"France?" said a surprised voice. France glanced up, his expression changing to one of surprise when he saw Spain standing in front of him.
"Spain!" France greeted. "What are you doing here?"
"Spain, you bastard, wait for me!" cried a furious voice. A moment later Romano was standing beside Spain, panting hard.
"And little Romano!" France beamed. Romano's expression was one of horror and disgust.
"What the hell are you doing here, Bastard?" he spat.
"Yeah" Spain piped up. "What are you doing here?"
"Exploring England" France replied, simply. "Or at least, I was trying to. Now I'm trying to find a place to spend the night...perhaps I will attempt a bit of seduction to help me along, hmm?"
"Yeah, we're pretty much the same" Spain replied, offhandedly. "Exploring England...gotta love it!"
"What the Bastard means" Romano cut in. "Is that he lost our passports and now we're stuck in this bloody country until we manage to get in touch with our bosses and have them get us out."
"...Yeah that too" Spain mumbled.
"I can't believe I'm stuck with you assholes" Romano groused. "It's bad enough I had to spend the entire day listening to America's bullshit."
France considered this for a moment. "Yes" he agreed, finally. "I am rather surprised Amerique believed any of that 'create a hero' nonsense."
"Maybe he doesn't" Spain mused. "Maybe it's all a joke, or something."
Romano scoffed. "Oh please. The Bastard believes it."
Spain opened his mouth to reply; a loud, piercing yell cut him off.
"What the -?" he frowned. There is was again. There was the sound of pounding footsteps and as they drew closer, the yells became much more clear.
"STOP! STOP! HANG ON A MINUTE!"
France squinted into the distance for a moment; once he saw whom the yells belonged to, his expression changed to one of surprise.
"It's that horrid Englishmen!" he cried, indignantly. "The one who claimed I was acting inappropriately in his club - of course, I was doing no such thing -"
"Stop!" the man came to a halt beside France, panting heavily. He tilted his face up to look at the Nation. His eyes were wide with a multitude of emotions; excitement, disbelief, anticipation.
"Is it true?" he panted. "What they were saying on the News...are you really -? I mean...are you...?"
"...I don't know about you bastard's but I have no idea what the fuck he's on about" Romano muttered.
"I mean...its impossible...doesn't make any sense...I heard about it earlier today and I was like, no, that isn't possible, this is just a joke...it's a joke right? Your all apart of this big old joke against the rest of us..." the man paused his ramble to stare at the trio of baffled Nations.
"...You're not getting any better, Bastard" Romano told him.
"You were on tv!" the man cried, finally seeming to get ahold of himself. "You" he jabbed a finger in France's direction. "After I kicked you out, I was looking at the tv, and suddenly you were on the screen...bloody hell, they're saying you're France!"
No one had any response to this.
"And you!" the man whirled on Spain. "You were on there as well...Spain, I think, right?" he glanced at Romano. "Don't know who you are, though."
"Bastard!" spat Romano. "I'm South - I mean, I don't know what the fuck you're on about! This is worse than Ame - I mean Alfred's hero bullshit!"
"...This is a joke right?" Spain whimpered. "A big old joke that...that my little Romano cooked up!"
"Why the fuck would I waste my time doing that?!" Romano demanded.
"Shut up!" Spain clamped his hands over his ears. "Romano, I forgive you for doing this! It's all a joke...it's all a joke..."
"Bloody hell" the man cursed. "This...what the hell? I mean..."
"And it starts again" Romano muttered.
"I...I have to go and tell everyone!" the man said, shaking his head wildly.
France's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh no, Monsieur!" he laughed, weakly. "You really don't need to do that!"
"YOU'RE FRENCH!" the man pointed a finger in France's direction, breathing hard. Then he took off, panting heavily as he ran.
"...Dear Lord" France whispered.
There was the sound of more panting and the man returned.
"Excuse me" he muttered, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture of the trio. He then took off towards the club once again, leaving the Nation's staring after him.
"...All a joke" Spain was still muttering. "Haha, my little Romano, you have tricked me! I am laughing..."
"Idiot" Romano cursed.
France pulled out his phone, fumbling with the buttons as he typed in the first number that came to mind; England's.
He listened to the ringing on the other line, his heart thudding in his chest. He needed to speak to someone about this...find out if they were experiencing the same things. Perhaps this was all a big joke, as Spain seemed set on believing. Or perhaps their was another explanation...
The sound of breathing on the other end alerted him to England's presence.
"Angleterre!" he exclaimed. "Do you know what is happening -"
" - BLOODY AMERICA! WHY WASN'T I EVER GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM?! WHY?!"
With a yelp of pain, France yanked the phone away from his ear and glared down at the small device. England's hysterical screams could still be heard.
"BLOODY, UNGRATEFUL RASCAL...I DESERVE MORE RESPECT AFTER EVERYTHING I DID FOR HIM...I RAISED HIM...I WAS THE BEST BIG BROTHER IN THE HISTORY OF BIG BROTHERS...WHY WASN'T I GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM?!"
"Turn the fucking speaker off!" spat Romano, scowling furiously at the phone.
"The speakers not on" France muttered, still rubbing his ears.
Suddenly the phone went silent. Hesitantly, France lifted it to his ear and listened for a moment.
"Hello?"
France's shoulders relaxed slightly; it was only America, and not England, back with more ear-splitting howls.
"Amerique" he said, urgently. "Something is dreadfully wrong...this man, he was saying that he knows who we are - that we were on the News -"
"- I know" America cut him off. "I learned the hard way...anyway, I really can't chat. Canada, England and me are running away from a fucking massive screaming mob, and England's slowing us down. So we'll talk later."
The phone hung up. France stared down at the object for a moment, and then glanced up at the other two Nation's standing in front of him. Spain still had his hands clamped over his ears, and Romano was furiously muttering something in a mix of Italian and English (...well the only English word France could hear was 'Bastard' but whatever).
What were they going to do?
...
"Sealand!" Finland called out, as the small Nation bounded past his 'parents' letting out squeals of excitement. "Slow down! And don't go too far, alright?!"
"It's a park, Mama!" Sealand called back, shooting Finland an amused look. "I'm not going to get lost in a park!"
Finland sighed, rolling his eyes and shooting an amused look at Sweden, who glanced back at him with his signature blank look.
Finland was glad that neither him, nor Sweden, had been required to attend the World Conference. Finland had heard, in passing, that America was planning to speak during the meeting. He knew, from experience, that this never ended well...or quickly, for that matter.
Finland leaned against Sweden slightly, and smiled as he watched Sealand sprinting away into the distance.
Sealand stopped running and glanced rapidly around the park, trying to spot some of his friends. He eventually managed to catch sight of a few of them, standing in a group a few meters away. He hurried over, a large grin stretched across his face.
They were all so involved in their current conversation, that they didn't even notice Sealand hurrying towards them, even when he was standing right behind them. His brow furrowed slightly, Sealand leaned forward, prepared to alert his friends to his presence.
Their next words froze him in his tracks.
" - Yeah, my Mum says's there's no way it's real. But my Dad say's it is. They've been arguing about it ever since it came on the News...I think it is real. And I think it's cool! I mean come on - human countries?!" Sealand's friend, Billy, exclaimed excitedly.
A girl, Sarah, let out a sniff. "I think it's creepy."
"It's weird" mumbled another kid, Oscar. "I mean, how can a country be a human?"
"They aren't human!" Billy rolled his eyes. "Geez, Os, don't you know anything? They're like, super-dudes or something! And their immortal!"
"They're countries" Sarah corrected him, her voice barely a mumble.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY MAMA AND PAPA?!"
All three children jumped and whirled around, their eyes widening when they caught site of Sealand.
"Peter!" Billy exclaimed, grinning at his friend. "We were just talking about that thing on the News - you know, about the Nations?"
"How do you know?!" Sealand could feel his eyes bugging in panic; it was meant to be a secret! His friend's weren't supposed to know! How could they possibly know?!
"What are you talking about?" Sarah demanded, placing her hands on her hips. "It's all over the News; it's all anyone's talking about -"
"- OH MY GOD!" Billy's loud exclamation caught the attention of not only his friends and Sealand, but also many other people in the vicinity. "IT'S THOSE COUNTRIES!"
That caught the attention of pretty much everyone.
People began to murmur, trying to find out what Billy was going on about; some caught sight of Sweden and Finland and began to point and let out loud exclamations. Soon everyone had picked up on the commotion, and had found the source for it; the formerly quiet area of the park was soon descending into chaos.
"LEAVE MY MAMA AND PAPA ALONE!" Sealand yelled, stamping his foot on the ground. Billy, who heard his exclamation, whirled on him. His eyes were wide with shock and confusion.
"What do you mean?!" he demanded. "How can Finland and Sweden be you're parents?!"
Sealand had two homes; one in Finland and one in Sweden; he, along with his parents, were currently in Finland. Billy, standing in front of him, was trembling with excitement. Sealand realized that the other boy was probably stunned by the sight of his country; it was one thing to hear about it - it was whole other matter to actually see it.
Sealand opened his mouth to reply (he honestly had no idea what he was going to say; probably some angry response in his parents defense) when an someone grabbed his arm and yanked him away from the commotion.
"Hey!" he yelped, struggling slightly.
"C'mn" Sealand immediately relaxed at the sound of his father's voice. The yells of the crowd grew louder as the three Nations hurried away. A few people broke away from the crowd and ran forward, snapping pictures and crying out things that were barely coherent amongst the noise.
"Dammit!" Finland cursed, his eyes wide with panic. "How did this happen? How could they know?!"
"D'no" murmured Sweden. "J'st k'p r'nin'."
"I know, but -" Finland shook his head. "Oh God, what are we going to do?"
Sweden didn't answer but his rip on Sealand's arm tightened.
"I think they're gone" Sealand mumbled, his normally perky attitude subdued from the current situation.
Finland and Sweden slowed down and Sealand copied these actions. The small family reduced their pace to a walk and stayed silent, occasionally glancing over their shoulders to see if anyone was coming.
Finland's phone rang; he jumped and then shot an embarrassed look at Sweden and Sealand, before pulling it out of his pocket and holding it to his ear.
"Hello?" he murmured, his voice tinged with nervousness.
"FINLAND!" It was Denmark.
"Yes?" Finland asked, listening to the other male's panicked breathing.
After a moment Denmark continued his panicked yells. "WHY THE HELL?!" he howled. "IS THERE A BUNCH OF REPORTERS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, ASKING IF I KNOW ABOUT YOUR 'AFFAIR' WITH SWEDEN?!"
AN:
Review please; tell me what your favourite part was, and what you thought of this chapter.
I read the suggestions for countries you'd like to see in this fic, and I HAVE included them in my plan for this fic. They will be showing up eventually!
Haha, I'm really having a good time writing this. I LOVE fics where the Nation's are revealed...the reactions are always hilarious. If any of you guys have any that you've written, or that you particularly like, I'd love to read them...I always find a shortage in these.
Anyway, yeah, I hope you enjoyed this chapter - there will be more to come :D