How's life, mah lovelies?! I've been super productive today, so I figured I'd end it with a little update for you! I'm working on this one since it's pretty easy to write, and not in as high demand as my other story right now. For those reading it, don't fret, it will be updated soon. Alright, so, yay! WWII! Let's get into it! I'll be time skipping a lot. Think back to CBLS, and how often we'd skip years and stuff. I probably won't skip years, but I'll skip a few months. But first, on to your love! Quiet. Crash, I try really hard to write England! Thank you so much for the kind words! linklover88, Zelda fan?! YAY! It's my first try writing them as countries! America will be back to his bubbly self in no time! fiothepanda, Italy must be smarter! Glad to have you along for the ride! On with the story!

The Revelation

"In politics, nothing happens by accident. If it happens, you can bet it was planned that way." –President Franklin D. Roosevelt

Italy felt uneasy. He was waiting at Germany's house for the blonde to return from a meeting he was called to earlier. Italy might not have been as smart as some of the other nations, but he knew when things did not seem to feel right. The entire country of Germany was now under control of the Nazi party, and the army was Adolf Hitler's to command. The redhead knew at that moment something bad was going to happen. Germany began having more and more secret meetings, and Italy saw less and less of him.

He was not trying to complain about being lonely. That was a problem for him, yes, but it was hardly the main topic on his mind. He had met Germany's new boss a while back, and he found himself terrified of the man. Fuhrer Adolf Hitler's eyes were cold and distant, yet seemed to have an erratic spark. His stare was one a madman might wear, and often times if he was looking in Italy's direction, the redhead thought the man was looking through him. It would have proven foolish to speak ill of Germany's boss, so he kept quiet, and let Mussolini handle all negotiations. Nations were just there for decoration, after all. The humans would do what they wanted. He was involved in his country's politics, the same as every other nation was, but in the end, his opinion was only that, an opinion. Poor Italy was overlooked more often than not, and that was one reason he was so thrilled to be around Germany so much. But these days…

He was growing to fear Germany along with the rest of the world.

"America, will you please hurry along?" England sighed exasperatedly at the younger nation.

"Eh? What's the rush?"

Instead of a response, England merely narrowed his brilliant emerald eyes at the man, and crossed the room to pull down a calendar from his wall. He returned to America, who was sill engrossed in his maps, and shoved the calendar in his face.

"Look at the circled date! We have a meeting today, you git!" The older nation hissed.

"We have meeting almost every day. They're so boring. All that ever happens is you and France arguing, Russia being creepy quiet, China being all bossy and loud, and Canada disappearing when he wants."

"You forgot that you're much louder than any of us. Not to mention you normally make the arguments happen."

"Not where you and France are concerned. You've been arguing with him since you were born."

"Yes, well," England stated as he jumbled up America's maps and shoved them in his desk, "he was an idiot even back then. Now come on, would you? You're in my house after all. We need to discuss the plans to have your troops join mine here. It's only six days away now."

"I guess that's true…" the sandy blonde sighed, stretching as he stood up. "Then I'll officially be part of the war." He trailed off then, allowing himself to be lost in thought for a moment. He was eager to help out, but he still was not looking forward to combat itself. He remembered how weary he always felt during the Great War. He crawled in those trenches alongside England relentlessly, day in, and day out. Every day was spent dodging bullets, and wondering when they would be free to try and sleep.

But that was the way America had wanted it. He wanted to share his men's pain, sleep when they slept, eat when they ate. England had admired him for it, and stated he had been doing the same for centuries. Technically, as nations, they did not have to fight in the battles themselves. France generally never fought with his troops, and no one could tell whether or not Canada did. Russia and China always fought with their men, as did Germany and Japan. Italy hardly ever did, because he had a tendency to get captured.

Even now, as America looked up at England, he could see the weariness of war on the nation. His bright eyes were hooded with fatigue, and his posture seemed to be worsening. Still, as always, England carried on as if he were perfectly fine due to stubbornness. It was something America had inherited from him.

The worst part about these wars for the younger nation to see was how much all the older countries seemed to enjoy them. European nations had been ripping each other apart since their creation, and would be doing so until their demise; he knew that. But seeing England act so…bloodthirsty was something he could never grow used to. Even France seemed to have an extra pep in his step these days. Canada, like America, was learning to bear with it, because neither of them had much choice. They had joined the United Nations the same as every other Allied country. This was their war too.

"Are you ready, love?" England asked, breaking him from his thoughts. America looked up to him, nodding as he stood up straight to allow himself to be lead outside. He could not stop his hand from finding England's, and clenching to find purchase. The older nation said nothing against it, as he never did. Truly, they understood each other in a way that words were not always needed.

Together, they were feared as much as they were respected.

The large room was full of very important members of the Nazi party. Germany had met all of them formerly, and was simply shaking hands as he walked beside Obergruppenfuhrer Reinhard Heydrich. Every hand was shook, and every salute was returned. Hitler was very adamant about such things. It was one of the reasons he was respected so much. They all took their seats, and waited for the meeting to begin.

Unlike most of the men there, Germany had no clue what was going on. Hitler did not tell him everything he was planning, because he said he feared betrayal. Germany was under strict orders not to share the information discussed in this meeting with anyone, including Italy or Japan. This was strictly a German affair.

Germany felt a stab of guilt every time he thought of Italy. The redhead's marvelous golden eyes seemed to be wide with fear more often than not these days. He did not know the exact reason, but he supposed it was the thought of war. He had told the smaller male he would protect him, but it seemed to do little to ease his fears.

The meeting began, and the men began talking to figure out the solution to the problem Germany did not know they were having.

"We are here to discuss…the final solution to the Jewish question in Europe and the Soviet Union."

Sachi: Shit is about to go down!

England: Everyone just needs…to sit down and drink tea.

America: Tea doesn't solve everyone's problems!

England: Neither do hamburgers!

Sachi: *sigh* Review for love! YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT! It's like…crack for your soul!