A/N Hey guys! Thanks for reviewing and reading! Keep them coming, they make me update faster! XD

Anyway, this is the last chapter before we get the plot offically going, in the next chapter we finally see some Nazis! WWII will start soon, but forst, lets go to Egypt!

After touring around Italy for some time, Germany and Israel bade farewell to the young Italian nation and then quickly went back to the airport. Israel arched a curious eyebrow when he heard his father order a plane ticket to Egypt rather then back to Berlin.

"Papa," squeaked the young Israeli, "why are we going to Egypt, I thought we were going back home! Uncle Prussia will be worried!"

Germany sighed and shook his head slightly, "I don't think..." he started to say but when he looked down at his child's eyes and saw the golden dablooms were wide with sadness he decided against saying that Prussia wouldn't care if he and Israel were late coming back home.

"We just need to stop off at Egypt really quickly Israel," said Germany, "I promise you it won't take long, I just need to find out more."

Ariel looked a little hesitant, clearly the boy was tired from his day and already overwhelmed having been outside of home, but he nodded in silent agreement, willing to go along with whatever his father said.

It wasn't long before they arrived in a sandy nation. Israel coughed and covered his mouth and nose, Germany stooped down to pick the boy up and carry him and the boy buried his face into his father's chest to prevent himself from getting sand in his throat.

Germany wandered through Cairo for a little bit and then eventually sighed when he wasn't able to spot the Egyptian nation. He thought that they should probably start going home soon, Ariel was clearly not enjoying the desert environment. In fact, Germany was shocked that Ariel could possibly be related to a nation that had once been in the desert such as ancient Israel.

However just as he was considering leaving he felt a long blade touch his shoulder. He winced and then his head snapped to face a deadpan Arab nation who held a sword threateningly over Germany's head.

"What are you doing here?" queried the Egyptian emotionlessly. Ariel squeaked in fear when he saw the sword been held up to his father and started shaking.

"Put that thing down, you're scaring my son!" snapped Germany, and Egyptian gave him a curious look. He looked at Ariel and Ariel looked at him back and the Egyptian's eyes finally widened with shock.

"Israel?" he whispered and Germany's eyes widened in surprise.

"You... you know of him then!" cried Germany but Ariel looked confused.

"But I've never met you before," squeaked the Israelite. Egypt looked closely at the boy and then arching an eyebrow shook his head slightly.

"He looks exactly like him," muttered the Egyptian and then he looked to Germany and queried, "did you say he was your son?"

"Ja," said Germany then he admitted honestly, "not by blood though, I found him on my doorstep, I adopted him. But he's still my son!"

Ariel looked at his father appreciatively while Egypt stroked his chin.

"Come with me," said the Egyptian, putting down his sword and gesturing for them to follow him. Germany looked hesitant but then again he had come for answers so he followed the Egyptian, carrying the young Israelite in his arms.

Egypt led the father and son to what appeared to be a large temple. Israel looked up in awe, wondering how a building that was so obviously incredibly old could stand for so long without being damaged or destroyed. Hadn't Egypt been touched by the Great War that papa was always fuming about?

The Egyptian lead the German and the Jew through the temple and finally to a room that was empty, but made up for the fact that it was so empty by having hieroglyphics all over the walls. Israel looked around, his golden eyes wide with surprise as he said, "uh oh, I hope you can clean this up before your mom gets back Egypt, papa says that drawing on the walls is bad!"

Germany chuckled and Egypt glared at the young Jew before saying, "my mother's dead."

Israel paled and blushing muttered his apologies. Egyptian ignored him and instead led them to a nearby wall of hieroglyphics. He gestured to the wall and said, " when I was a child, my mother used to always draw hieroglyphics on the walls whenever something big happened to us. One day, during a big famine, a young boy about my age came to live with us."

He gestured to one picture and Germany looked up and his eyes widened in slight surprise when he saw an image of a young boy with black hair and golden eyes and entering what appeared to be large house and being welcomed by what appeared to be a picture of the younger Egypt and his mother.

"But after some time, the boy, who was named Israel, became too powerful," said Egypt and he gestured to another picture, one of the same young boy now trying to lift up the heavy brick while Egypt's mother whipped his back, "so my mother decided to enslave him."

Ariel shuddered and Germany gripped the boy close.

"But," said Egypt, " after some time, a man named Moses came and threatened that if we didn't let the Israelites go, then their God would destroy us. We didn't listen and well..."

He gestured to the last hieroglyphics on the wall, which was of the same young Israelites boy fleeing the red sea, being led by a golden light that Germany could only assume was God. There were also images of blood, fire, bugs, and darkness assaulting the painted Egypt and his mother.

"Israel was led out of Egypt by his God, and this boy you claim to be the father of," said Egypt, "looks exactly like him."

"Could ancient Israel be his father of grandfather?" queried Germany, but Egypt shook his head.

"Impossible," said the Egyptian, "Ancient Israel was killed years ago, if he did have a son he would be your age right now, not a toddler."

"How do you know Ancient Israel died?" said Germany with an arch of the eyebrow, "maybe he survived and..."

"I was there," said Egypt simply and Germany frowned and then nodded in agreement. Egypt glanced over at Israel and then back to Germany before in an ominous voice warning, "be warned, German, son or no, the child is a danger, he sent plagues on my house and if he is the Holy Land, then his God will do worse to you of you don't defend him."

Germany glared and gripped the child to him protectively, "He's my son, I wont hurt him."

"You may not," said Egypt, "but there are many people who would."

The German glared and rolled his eyes saying simply, "nothing's going to hurt him while I am around."

Ariel smiled from ear to ear. Germany sighed and decided he was through with this search, he and Ariel both want to go home, he had been found out anything new about who is Israel's birth father could possibly being quite frankly, he was getting tired, he wasn't a detective.

he bade the Egyptian goodbye and then left with his son. Egypt looked at them as they left and then shook his head slightly, then looked up at the hieroglyphics of the child ancient Israel lifting heavy bricks as he was whipped. He sighed and shook his head slightly.

"It was a mistake of us to enslave you, Ancient Israel," he muttered, " hopefully there isn't another country that will be stupid enough to do the same to your descendant."