A new leader rose up in Germany years after the First World War.

Alana, Gilbert, Ludwig, Roderich, and Engel stood in front of the one person that was supposed to make Germany great again.

That one person is none other than the Austrian known as Adolf Hitler.

"As you all know, we've been going after the Jews."

The five nod.

"Ja Führer Hitler."


Stefan was walking through the Polish capital of Warsaw.

He had yet to find anyone to be his family, since no one would.

The gray haired Polish male sighed.

When he heard trucks coming in, he looked and saw multiple of said vehicle, all filled with soldiers from a different country.

Almost immediately, Stefan froze in his place like Simba from Lion King.

Someone tackled Stefan out of the way of the trucks.

Brown eyes looked to see a male with chin length blond hair and green eyes.

"You shouldn't freeze up in the middle of the road like that," said the blond as he stood up.

"Yeah, ok," Stefan said.

A hand was held out to the gray haired male, who blinked.

"My name is Feliks."

"Stefan," the one on the ground said as he got hold of Feliks' hand.

At that, Feliks helped Stefan up and said, "Nice to meet you Stefan."

"I could say the same to you Feliks."

Both Feliks and Stefan look at the foreign trucks.

"I wonder why the Germans are here," both say at the same time.

That caused them to blink and be look at each other.


Lisa picked up the phone when it went off. "Hello, this is Lisa speaking."

The voice on the other side was frantic and Polish.

"You've got to help!"

"What? What is it Feliks?" Lisa asked when she heard the tone of his voice.

Francis, who had been in the room when the phone went off, looked at his younger sister when she started getting frantic as well.

What was going on?

"The Germans are invading my country and they're taking the Jews," Feliks said.

"Including my new younger brother."

Lisa nodded at that.

"On it!"

She then hung up the phone and went to leave, putting her coat on in the process.

"Who was that on the phone?" Francis asked.

"Feliks Łukasiewicz," Lisa said.

"Called to say that Germans are invading and taking Jews."

She looked at him.

"As well as his new younger brother."

That made Francis' eyes widen in surprise.

"You go get the brother and try to help out," Francis told.

"I'll call the others."

The French female nodded.

"Was already planning to."

With that, Lisa left to make her way to Poland.


The first thing Lisa did was go to her friend, Delphine Dupont, or the personification of Lyon.

Reason being that she doesn't want to make the long trip to Poland and the female knows magic.

"Delphine, are you there?" Lisa asked and knocked on her door.

The door was opened to reveal a female with hair the same color as Lisa's, only she's wearing all green and her eyes are green.

"What is it Lisa?" Delphine asked.

"I need your help. Poland is being invaded and I need to get there now."

A sigh escaped Delphine before she pressed a finger to Lisa's forehead.

Moments later, Lisa found herself in Poland's capital of Warsaw.

Looking around, she saw there was people about, most crying that their loved ones were taken away.

She walked through the city looking for Feliks when someone gripped her arm and pulled her in a direction.

Lisa looked to see that it was none other than Feliks himself.


"Wait, Germans are really invading Poland?" Blair asked.

His brothers, sister, and niece were in the same room as the blond Scotsman.

Dillon and Trina didn't want to be there with them.

Six sets of eyes widen at what Blair says.

Could this really be happening?

"Oui. Feliks called here and told Lisa," Francis said from the other side of the line.

"Well, ye can bet we'll help out," Blair said, knowing full well that Allistor and Arthur were going to want to prevent the Germans from taking over, just like last time.

"Alright."

The phone was then hung up.

The Scotsman looked at the others.

"What do we want?" He asked.

"We want change," Allistor, Arthur, and Howell say.

Emmet was confused, as was Aednat.

What was going on?


Stefan looked at all the other Polish people being taken to who knows where. He then looked behind him.

Why was this happening?

All of a sudden, he heard a female voice from above.

L'hiver s'installe doucement dans la nuit/La neige est reine à son tour

It seems she's singing a song that was unfamiliar to everyone.

At first, the Polish male thought he was imagining things, until someone pointed and said,

"Look! Up there!"

Others looked up to see a female on the roof of one of the buildings.

Including Stefan.

They couldn't tell what she looked like, all they know is that it's a female with long pigtails at the side of her head and a skirt.

Upon seeing her, Stefan tilted his head.

He could tell she's different.

How he knew, he has no idea; he just knew.

That and she's speaking French.

A figure joined her on the roof, one that's easily recognizable to Stefan.

"Wielki Brat!" Stefan exclaimed.

Unbeknownst to Stefan, the male figure on the roof smiled upon hearing what was said.

"Młodszy Brat," Feliks said, loud enough for Stefan to hear.

A smile crossed Stefan's face.

However, the butt end of a gun met the gray-haired male's head.

"Keep walking you," a soldier said.

Feliks immediately jumped off the roof of the building and charged the soldier.

"Don't you dare hurt him again!" He screamed and slammed his fist into the soldier's face, causing the soldier to reel back.

Soon after, he found a gun pointed at his face.

The blond Polish male wore a look of sheer anger on his face.

How dare they attack them?


Havryil Chernenko looked up when he heard his mother calling out to him.

Curious, he wheeled himself over to her to see Aleksander holding a gun and Russian soldiers behind him.

"What's going on here?" He asked.

"Apparently a new government system, that's what," Iryna said.

The Ukrainian male looked at Aleksander.

"Why?" He asked.

"It's not what I want, it's what my boss wants. I'm sorry."

A sigh escaped Havryil.

"Let's get going to see our leader then," he said.


Stefan and Feliks soon found themselves being taken to a camp of sorts, Lisa not far behind them.

Somehow the soldiers had gotten her off the roof, though she hadn't gone without a fight.

Two sets of brown eyes glance at each other.

I'm just a step away/I'm just a breath away

Now it would seem Stefan started singing a song not yet out. Lisa joined in to sing for certain parts.

Feliks looked at them both and got an idea from their song, and idea that would possibly help them and the Jews.


Maskim had been in the capital building when his mother and his younger cousin Daniil walked in.

The Belarusian male looked at them, noting the gun at the brunet's side.

"What... What's going on?" He asked.

"New government system. My boss wants to have a 'buffer zone' in case solders try to invade our country," Daniil said.

"So, what you're saying is that your boss wants to control this one?" Maskim asked.

"It's not just this one," Daniil told.

"There's others as well, such as the Baltic countries, Ukraine, and more." A sigh escaped the Belarusian male.

"At this point, I don't see a point in struggling. Besides, I brought soldiers with me."

Maskim looked at Daniil to see the pain and truth in his eyes.


Lisa, Feliks, and Stefan were stripped of their clothes and given what shouldn't even be considered clothes.

They were also given pins to show if they were Jews or not.

Both Stefan and Feliks were given the star of David pin on their outfits, while Lisa's has the symbol of Roman Catholicism.

Heck, they even had their hair shaved off.

The three were then led to where they would be staying, which contained more Jews.

"We have to get out of here," Lisa said.

Stefan nodded.

"I have an idea," Feliks said.

That made both capitals look at him, eagerness in their eyes.

"Tell us!" Stefan said.


Kadri was hiding in her room.

She heard her brother talking to someone, though she didn't know who yet, until someone came into her room.

"Kari," he said.

She peered out from under her bed to see her brother, Eduard.

"Where are you Kari?" He asked.

When he walked by her bed, she reached out and got hold of his ankle, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Looking down, he saw what had grabbed him.

An auburn-haired head poked out from underneath and the Estonian male found brown eyes staring up at him.

He seemed to calm down when he saw that it was just his sister and smiled.

"What are you doing down there?" He asked and got to that level.

"I got scared and you were busy," she said.

"Well, I'm not busy now so you can come out now," Eduard told.

Kadri let go of Eduard's ankle and wiggled her way out from underneath her bed.

She sat on her feet when she was out.

Eduard sat next to her and placed an arm around her, allowing her to lean on him.


When the guard weren't looking, Lisa stole the clothes of her, Stefan, and Feliks.

That was step one.

Hopefully the three would be able to get out within a couple days and possibly take the others with them.

"Stop right where you are," a soldier said to the French female, to which she did.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" He asked.

"I'm taking these clothes to the laundry house. They're dirty and need to be cleaned," Lisa told.

"Fine, but make sure you get back to work," the soldier said.

"Oui sir," Lisa said.

The soldier left and Lisa went to where Feliks said to meet up, not the laundry house like she told the soldier.

Two figures came from the shadows. It was Feliks and Stefan.

Lisa set the clothes on the bench and pulled out her clothes.

Feliks then got his clothes, leaving Stefan's last, which the Polish male took.

"Now for part two," Feliks said.


Emma heard on the news about what was going on with the Nazi party, though her government isn't that anyway.

"Papa," she said and looked at the blond male.

"Hm?"

"What if they come here?" She asked.

"They're not going to. They have to go through Denmark first and he has a code to prevent the Germans from getting into his country," Berwald told and looked at his brown-haired daughter.

"Couldn't they just cross via the water?" Emma asked.

"I hadn't thought of it that way..." Berwald said.


Stefan looked around. He was making sure no soldiers were around.

If there was, he would attack them and take their uniform.

The Polish male hid in the shadows and when a soldier walked by, he snuck behind him and before anything could be done, Stefan struck the side of the soldier's head with his foot.

Seems someone learned karate, despite not being Japanese.

That made the soldier fall down.

He then rolled onto his back to see Stefan lowering his foot and walking to the soldier.

"Who are you and what do you want?" The soldier asked.

"Stefan Warszawski. All I want is the freedom of me, my brother, my friend, and the other Jews here," said the gray-haired male.

The last thing the soldier saw was the brown eyes of Stefan before his face was stomped in by a military boot of Stefan's.

After a while, Stefan checked to see if the soldier was dead.

When he found he was, the capital took off the uniform and put it on.


Annebeth was waiting at a checkpoint at the border of Denmark and Germany.

She looked up when she heard a vehicle approaching.

A figure came to stand by her.

When the vehicle stopped, there was a female with hair white as snow and an eyepatch covering her right eye.

She looked at the two Danes.

"I'm here to make a delivery," she said with an attempted Danish accent.

The Danish female noticed that the uninjured eye of the other female's is sky blue, just like a certain Prussian she knows.

"Password?" Asked Matthias, Annebeth's father.

The albino female froze.

"Eh..."

Matthias crossed his arms and waited for a response.

He raised an eyebrow.

The male in the car with her looked in thought.

"Ja, nej. You're not Danish," Matthias said when he didn't get a response.

"Papa, I think they're Germanic," Annebeth said.

"After the treaty of the world war, Emma gave Alana Beilschmidt that exact eyepatch for the wound on her eye. I saw her do so."

Matthias looked between his daughter and the albino female.

"Get out. You're not welcome here," he said to the albino.

"Besides, you don't even know the password."

It's rødgrød med fløde.


Stefan had picked up the soldier and took him to one of the places where people were going to be burned.

One of the soldiers saw him doing so and asked, "What are you doing?"

"He tried escaping, so I knocked him out and am taking him to be burned," Stefan said with a German accent that covered his Polish one.

"Carry on then," the soldier said and went on to do his own thing.

A smile crossed Stefan's face.

The disguise was working.

Once Stefan was at the right place, he threw the body into the chamber and closed the door.

Pulling the switch, Stefan watched as the body was cremated.

"Goodbye bitch."


Aamir and Soraya, just like last time, didn't get involved in what was going on, as it had nothing to do with them.

"Why must they always do something stupid?" The Afghani male asked.

"I have no idea Aamir," Soraya said.

"If I did, then I would have told you by now."

She does have a point.


War had picked up and other countries were being pulled into it, if almost rapidly like the last one.

The Germans, Italians, and Japanese had formed an alliance known as the Axis Powers.

The Chinese capital, Bao-Yu, had decided that she's going to join in the military, as had her aunt, Ai.

Both females had cut their hair short and hidden their chests just so they could join.

"Are you sure you guys want to do this?" Yao asked.

Ai and Bao-Yu nod.

"Yes, we do," Bao-Yu said.

On the opposing side is the Soviet Union, British, French, Chinese, and hopefully the Americans if they decide to join in.

But the Americans would only join if provoked, just like last time.

"Let's do it then," Hai said.


"I'm going to help again," Emma said.

She had put on a doctor's coat over her normal clothes.

"Don't worry papa, I'll be safe, just like I was last time."

Berwald looked over his daughter as she put on her boots.

"Make sure you are," he told.

Emma looked at the blond.

"When haven't I?" She asked.

If she were honest, she hated leaving him alone, but both knew this had to be done if they don't want anything bad to happen.

"I'll see you at some point papa," Emma said.

When she reached the door and placed a hand on the handle, someone hugged her from behind.

They also placed their head on her shoulder.

Emma looked to see a mop of blond hair.

It was just her father.

Smiling, she placed a hand on his head.


Annebeth saw the Swedish capital heading to where the war was taking place.

She hurriedly put on her nurse outfit and called out to her father.

"Papa, I'm going to help out in the war!"

"Make sure you come back in one piece," Matthias called to her.

"I will!"

With that, Annebeth went to join Emma as she hurried along.


Maskim had gone to see his cousin, Havryil, and help him put on his military uniform.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Maskim asked.

"I mean, you can't walk."

"Doesn't mean I can't snipe," Havryil said and held up his Winchester rifle.

A sigh escaped the Belarusian male.

"You're going to send me through the roof, you know that?" He asked the black-haired male.

"Da, I know," Havryil said just before he was draped over his younger cousin's shoulders.

The Belarusian would carry the Ukrainian in his arms, but he isn't strong enough to do so.

Neither noticed a Ukrainian female in the living room until she asked,

"Maskim, where are you going with my son?"

That made the Belarusian male stop and both cousins look at her to find her not looking at them.

"We're going off to war," Havryil said.

"немає," Iryna said.

"You're not going to join in. There isn't much you can do."

Havryil squinted at the elder female.

"What are you going to do about it?" He asked.

"Besides, if I don't help, then who do you think is going to win?"

"..."

Nothing was said.

"My thoughts exactly; just go Maskim," Havryil said.

With that, the Belarusian male walked out the door, Havryil's legs dragging behind him.


It had been several days since Feliks, Stefan, and Lisa had been taken to the concentration camp, as they had learned it to be on one of the days they kept the plan going.

In the time spent there, they found out about Lisa's special power, which is something not even she knew about.

They decided to use it to their advantage.

"Excuse me sir," she said to one of the soldiers, who in turn looked at her.

"What is it?"

"I was wondering if you could help me with something," Lisa said.

"Like hell I'll help someone like you," the soldier told her.

A smile crossed her face.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said quietly.

All of a sudden, she reached out and got a hold of his face, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

When he tried to speak, it was muffled.

"The power of Christ brought you here, the power of Christ can take you out," Lisa said, no... Exclaimed.

That was just before the soldier up and died for no reason.

Blood dripped from his mouth.

Upon that happening, a smirk crept across the Parisian female's face.


Blair donned the military uniform of the U.K.

His sister Aaliyah was in the same room as him, watching the uniform go on the Scottish male.

"You're leaving again?" She asked.

"Aye. Cannae help it, ye ken it already."

A sigh escaped the Welsh female.

"Yeah, I know. It's just unfair."

Pine green eyes look at the other capital.

"Unfair how?" he asked.

"Every war takes something I don't want to give," Aaliyah told, not even bothering to look at her older brother.

A sigh escaped the blond Scotsman as he sat down next to her.

"Piuthar bheag, look at me," Blair said calmly.

Aaliyah looked at him and saw his eyes change from pine green to Celtic green.

"Nae everything will go te way ye want it tae," he told.

"I know, I know."

Leaning forward, she rested her head on his chest.

"Make sure you come back in one piece."

As he placed his arms around her, his eyes softened.

"A will. Fer ye."


Aednat and her father, Emmet, had been told by Arthur that they would be spending time with Dillon and his daughter, Trina.

Reason being that they didn't want anything to happen to the Northern Irish personifications.

That and they're a bit young to be in this type of war.

"Big brother?" Emmet asked and looked at the older freckled ginger.

Blue hinted green eyes look at the smaller freckled ginger.

"What is it?"

"Why is it you start something and don't finish it?" Emmet asked.

Dillon thought for a moment.

"I don't know. And I most likely won't care when I find out why," Dillon said and went to go do something else, leaving behind the puzzle he had started.

Both Aednat and Trina had listened to the conversation from the stairs.

"When the time comes, daidí is going to be tested," Trina said.

Her younger cousin nodded.


Havryil was hiding somewhere only Maskim knew.

The Belarusian male had gone off to find his Russian cousin, whom he had seen making his way to the front lines.

Of course, Maskim did do his share of fighting on his way and did his best not to get injured.

"Aleksander!" He called out.

It would seem the Russian male hadn't heard him. Maskim got closer and touched his arm.

"Aleksander."

The blond Russian looked at the golden-haired male.

"Where's Havryil?" Was the first thing out of the Russian's mouth.

"Don't worry, he's safe and sniping," Maskim said.

"Wait... He's sniping? He's not supposed to be here!"

A shrug from the Belarusian.

"He wanted to be here. I couldn't stop him."

-one year time skip-

Lisa, Feliks, and Stefan had managed to get out of the concentration camp and saved some Jews before getting caught.

They still got out without being taken back.

The Parisian female had sang the song Libérée Délivrée to let those inside know they were getting out.

Since then, their hair had grown.

Feliks had grown his chin length, Stefan to his upper back, and Lisa's is down to her mid back.

The Parisian female had pulled her hair into a ponytail and clipped it to the back of her head and put on the French military uniform.

"You're still going to help us?" Stefan asked.

"In case you didn't notice, war has broken out," Lisa told.

"My big brother told me to help out. That's what I'm going to do. Why? Because I'm one of the idiots that wants to fight."


Annebeth and Emma were doing what they could to help heal the wounded soldiers on the Allied side.

Reason being that they don't like the Axis Powers.

"Hey!" Someone called out to the two females.

Both turned to see an opposing soldier pointing a gun at them. He seems to have an Italian accent.

Emma squinted at him.

"Beautiful women like you shouldn't be out here," he said.

"But since you are..."

He was so close to pulling the trigger when boom!

A grenade exploded right there next to him, causing his death.

Good thing there was no patients nearby.

Apparently no one had noticed the grenade on the ground that caused the soldier's death.

"I think I know who did that," Emma said.

Through the smoke came an orange haired female with braids and bright green eyes.

"If it isn't Elsa. Takk."

"You know I won't let you die like that," Elsa said.


Blair was on the front lines.

He had left his glasses at home in the care of his sister, Aaliyah Lloyd.

Reason being that he didn't want to lose them again.

Instead, he was wearing contacts.

This is the first time in years that he hasn't worn his glasses.

The blond Scotsman sometimes picked up a rock and threw it at one of the opposing soldiers.

There was only one person that joined in on the rock throwing, that person being his older brother Allistor.

"Ye ken, this is te first time in a while A've seen ye without glasses," Allistor said.

"Jes keep fighting," Blair told.


Aaliyah held Blair's glasses in her hands.

A sigh escaped her.

"I hope you come back soon big brother," she said, looking out the window.

"I'm sure he will," a male voice said.

The Welsh female looked to see her brother Howell leaning against the door and looking at her.

"I can tell you love him very much."

"Don't be like that big brother," she said.

"I also love you very much," Aaliyah told.

Howell smiled and chuckled, walking to her.

"I know you do Aaliyah."

He placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair.

That made her smile and chuckle.

"Brawd mawr!"

The Welsh male then hugged her tightly and she hugged back.


Trina had gone for a walk through the city.

There was still tension between the Irish and Northern Irish personifications, as one side's people wanted the other side to be liberated while the other side's people wanted to stay with the United Kingdom.

The Irish capital was in between. She wanted the two nations to be one again, but she also wanted the younger to still be a country and do what he wants.

It would seem she didn't even notice the person stalking her, or the fact that he's from the country of Northern Ireland.

Until she found herself waking up in a room that wasn't one she knew and her hands tied behind her back, her feet also tied together.

And she seems to be on a chair.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything around her due to the darkness.

At that moment, the object that had been skewing her vision was removed from her head, causing her to squint and look down.

"Well well, Trina Collins," someone said.

Once her eyes adjusted, Trina looked up to see a couple of hooded figures, one of which was standing next to a smaller carrot top with freckles, his face covered in blood so he's barely recognizable.

One eye was even swollen shut and his nose appeared to be broken.

His breathing was shaky, almost as if something in his chest was hurting him.

"Tr-Trina," he just barely managed to say.

Almost immediately, she recognized the voice.

"Emmet?" She asked.

A ghost of a smile crossed his face.

"Yeah."

Emmet's voice sounded different.

That was just before he was sent into a fit of body wracking coughs.


Aednat had been frantically searching for her father ever since he disappeared a few days before.

She even set up a small search party for him.

None of them could find the Northern Irish male, which totally sucked for the Northern Irish capital.

What was she going to do?

Oh, wait!

There's always Uncle Dillon!

Hurriedly, Aednat went to find the Irish personification.

It was when she was almost at his house when she was nearly run over by a horse.

"Woah!" A male voice said, causing the horse to stop.

"What brings ya here lassie?"

Came the all too familiar voice.

Looking up at her uncle, Aednat said, "My fat'er went missing a few days ago and I need help finding him."

Upon hearing that, Dillon reached a hand out to his niece.

"Get on."

Getting a hold of his hand, Aednat got on the horse with his help. Dillon snapped the reigns and said, "Hya!"

At that, the horse named Angwen started galloping towards the country north of Dublin.

"Emmet!" Dillon called out.

"Daidí!" Aednat called.

The orange nodded cape that Dillon is wearing is fluttering in the wind behind the Irish male.

"Where are you Emmet?"

Now that Dillon thought about it, he hadn't seen his daughter since she went for a walk earlier.

Where could she be?

Why hadn't she come home yet?

All of a sudden, there was a bright light that came from the windows of one of the buildings in downtown Belfast.

"Look!" Aednat pointed out.

"I see it," Dillon said and slowed his horse until she stopped. Both personifications got off Angwen and he tied her down.

"Stay."

Both Dillon and Aednat hurried into the building.

"Now where?" Aednat asked, for there are different routes to go.

The same light from earlier came from one of the hallways, leading downstairs.

"Down there!" Dillon said and led the way.

Dillon pulled his hood over his head to the point where it covers his eyes, though he can still see.

The door at the bottom of the stairs was locked when they got there.

Raising a foot, the elder Irish male repeatedly smashed the door with it until it was open.

When it was, he and Aednat walked in.

"Where t'e hell is my brot'er?" He asked.

Gray eyes looked over a shoulder to see the two easily recognizable figures of her father and her cousin, the hooded figures looking at them as well.

"Daidí! Aednat!" The auburn-haired female said in surprise. Upon hearing that, Dillon's ears perked up.

Well, that answered his questions about what happened to his daughter.

A figure charged the hooded ginger, who simply raised a hand to point a finger at him and say, "Bás dóibh siúd thug dochar d'aon personification na hÉireann."

/Death to those who brought harm to any Irish personification/

Almost immediately, the other hooded figures in the room dropped to the ground, even the one who had charged Dillon.

The orange hood was removed to reveal a mop of carrot orange hair that reached his mid neck and blue hinted emerald green eyes.

Aednat had already gone and untied both Trina and Emmet.

All of a sudden, Dillon found himself on the ground and being hugged by the one person who loves him more than anything; his daughter Trina.

"Daidí!" She exclaimed, nuzzling into him. A soft chuckle escaped Dillon as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Hello there baby girl."


Bao-Yu stood back to back with her father. Both had been surrounded by Japanese soldiers.

"Ready baba?" She asked.

"You know it," he responded. With that, the Chinese duo opened fire on the Japanese soldiers.

Somewhere else, Hai and Ai were letting loose on opposing soldiers with both guns and body parts.

They weren't going down, not today. Not ever.


Maskim made sure to stay close to Havryil, as he was the only person who knew about his location and was the only one to take him home when the war was over.

His cousin, Aleksander, was nearby.

The Belarusian and Ukrainian males didn't seem to notice when Aleksander was grabbed from both sides until they heard his voice.

"Get off me!"

At that, the Belarusian male looked to see Aleksander being taken from the battlefield.

"Aleksander!" Maskim cried out before trying to shoot at the Russian's captors.

He missed every time.

Soon, Aleksander was too far away to try and rescue.


German soldiers still tried to invade Denmark and take their Jews.

When Alana and the soldiers she brought with her stormed the Danish nation, they searched around for the Jews to find that there was none there.

"Alana," Engel said, drawing the Prussian's attention to him.

"There's none here. We looked. They're all gone. It's like they disappeared into thin air."

"Verdammt!" Alana exclaimed.

"Where the hell did they go?"

Neither Prussian nor Austrian noticed the Danish personification peering out at them from behind a wall.

He looked at those he's with and ushered them over the border into Sweden, where he met up with the Swedish personification.

"I can't thank you enough Berwald," he said.

"This means a lot to me."

Berwald nodded.

"It's no problem Matthias. Don't want the Nazis murdering more people for no reason."


Kadri stayed at home while Eduard was forced to go fight in the war.

She didn't want to believe it, but it was really going on and her brother was really going to fight in a war he might not come back from.

"I hope you're ok suur vend," she said as she held a cross tightly in her clasped hands.

Seems someone's been praying.

-another year time skip-

Stefan had put on a military uniform and joined Lisa in the fighting.

If anything, he was going to try and defend his home nation alongside his big brother Feliks.

Both Polish and French capitals were surprised when they found out that the Germans had captured the Russian capital of Moscow.

"Why would they want Moscow?" Stefan asked.

"I have no idea," Lisa said.

"Guess we'll find out in time."

An ally soldier went to where Lisa and Stefan are.

"Are you two the capitals of France and Warsaw?" He asked.

"Yes," Stefan and Lisa say.

"I just got word that your bosses say that you guys can get a break from fighting. We'll take it from here," the soldier told.

"We'll be coming back though," Lisa said.

Stefan nodded.

With that, the two capitals ran from the line of fire and off the battlefield.


Maskim sat in his room, on his bed with his face buried in his hands.

He still regretted not being able to save Aleksander the year before.

The bed sank as someone sat next to him.

A hand was placed on his shoulder.

Still, he didn't look.

"It's not your fault Maskim," a female voice said.

"I couldn't save him," the Belarusian male said.

"I don't know why anyone puts up with me mama."

"Because we love you," Natalia said.

"Not everyone could've saved him. We both know this."

Natalia then hugged her son, holding him close.

Maskim leaned on her and she kissed his head.


Havryil was lying on his front side resting on his elbows on a medical table in the Ukrainian capital Kiev.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" He asked as he looked at a Soviet medic.

"Yes, of course," the medic told.

"We have been working on this since we found out about what happened to you during the first world war."

In the room with them is a couple nurses and his mother, Iryna.

She wanted to be there in case anything bad happened to him.

The Ukrainian male looked over his shoulder as the medic went to stand at his side.

"If we did this correctly," the medic was saying as he held up a small metal sphere, "Then as soon as this enters your body, it should expand and create a frame of sorts and help you walk."

"Should I be awake for this?" Havryil asked.

"Ah, no. That's why we're going to knock you out," the medic told.

"It might hurt a bit when you wake up though."

With that, the medic used anesthesia to make the Ukrainian pass out for a while as they operated on him.

"Please let him be alright," Iryna said quietly, so only she heard.

When Havryil came to hours later, he found that he was curled up in his bed and clutching his blanket close.

Realizing this, Havryil jolted to a sitting position and repeatedly bent his right leg at the knee to see if it was true. A huge smile crossed his face and he started laughing.

The Ukrainian male swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up slowly.

It was true!

He could move around!

Using the wall, Havryil made his way downstairs to where his mother is.

"Mama!" He called out.

"Da Havryil?" Iryna called back and was going to go to his room when she saw him using the wall for support as he was walking.

"I can move around!" Havryil said, happiness evident in his voice and on his face

Iryna smiled brightly at that.

"That's great!" She exclaimed.


As soon as Blair walked into the building, he was met with a Welsh male who smiled upon seeing him.

"Hi Blair," he said.

"Hello Howell," Blair said.

"All te personifications were given time off from fighting in te war."

"I know," Howell said, causing Blair to tilt his head in confusion.

"I was the one who requested it."

"That was ye?" Blair asked.

Howell nodded.

"Yeah. I could tell you guys didn't want to fight anymore and your sister missed you very much."

A slight smile crossed the face of the blond Scotsman.


Aaliyah was in her room, standing at the window and looking out when she heard a voice.

"Someone tells me ye miss me."

The Welsh female turned to see the familiar figure of the Scottish capital and her older brother Blair Burns.

"Blair!" She exclaimed and went to him, hugging him and resting her head on him.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, holding her close.


Aednat and Trina have had many complications ever since the creation of Northern Ireland.

Heck, even the capitals have gotten into some cat fights.

Their fathers found it best to just let them go at it because the first couple times either one tried to break up a cat fight, they ended up getting hurt.

This was one of those times.

Emmet looked at Dillon.

"T'ey're at it again," he said. A sigh.

"Why does it not surprise me?" Dillon asked, getting a shrug from Emmet in return.


The American personification known as Alfred was on his way to see the young Hawaiian female known as Aaliyah Josephine Jones, or Leilani Mahelona as her Hawaiian name goes.

Accompanying him is his capital of Washington DC, known as William Wallace Jones, and the state of Idaho, known as Savannah Mikayla Nowak.

However, William pointed to something in the sky.

"Father, look!"

Alfred and Savannah look up to see a Japanese plane above.

They also see it drop what appears to be a bomb of sorts.

"Everyone get to safety!" Alfred shouted.

The people in the nearby vicinity look and get to cover, the three personifications hiding in a shop.

The three also duck and cover, just like everyone else.

Moments later came the explosion when the bomb collided with the ground.

It seemed like forever until they were allowed to go outside.

Alfred, William, and Savannah made the trek to where it was the bomb had been dropped.

Once there, they saw the damage done and the lives lost, as well as injured people who managed to escape the immediate blast and stayed out of the radius of the explosion.

"Oh no..." Savannah said before she came across a familiar figure on the ground, lying on her side.

"Alfred! Come here!"

Both Alfred and William went to where Savannah is to see Aaliyah/Leilani on the ground, her right shoulder wounded and bleeding.

Almost immediately, the elder American male went and picked her up, holding her bridal style.

She coughed and looked at him.

"Aloha Alfred," she said.

"Are you ok?" Alfred asked.

"I will be," Leilani said. Alfred looked at Savannah.

"Stay here with her. William and I are going back to the mainland to join in the war," Alfred told.

The Idaho female nodded and took Aaliyah/Leilani from the elder American.

Both Alfred and William made their way to the mainland to meet up with the president.

Once there, they saw that Gabe, Cocoa, the Virginia twins, and the Carolina twins were already waiting for them there.

"We heard about what happened," Adam said.

"We want to join," Aaron added.

"Cocoa will have to do something with her hair then," Alfred said as he made his way into the president's office.

The six states and capital followed him inside.


Everyone was surprised to see seven American fighter jets in the sky, accompanied by Canadian ones.

The Japanese male known as Kiku Honda (or Honda Kiku) looked up from his position on the deck of a Japanese navy ship to see the fighter jets.

"Oh, this doesn't look good at all."


Bao-Yu was sitting at her desk, head on her folded arms as she literally slept on her desk.

Her father, Yao, smiled when he saw this and went to the sleeping capital.

He picked her up off the chair and carried her to her bed.

When he set her down, she clutched his sleeve and murmured, "Baba," in her sleep.

Yao smiled more and sat on the edge of her bed, running a hand through her hair.

She looks so peaceful when she's asleep.

The Chinese female shifted to her side and hugged Yao's arm, bringing a look of surprise to his face.


Alana sat on her feet in front of the Russian capital.

Currently, her hair is in a ponytail, which she had pulled over her shoulder.

"Ok, shall we begin?" She asked and looked at Aleksander.

There was a sigh from the golden blond haired male before he responded with, "If we must."

"Ok."

It was then that she started the daily lesson that had been going on since he had been captured by the Germans the year before.

He seems to have progressed since day one.


Engel was in his room practicing the violin he hadn't played in a couple years due to the war.

He was playing one of Mozart's symphonies and hadn't noticed a figure leaning against his doorframe, listening.

The Austrian capital closed his eyes and a soft sound escaped him as he played his instrument.

Partway into it, another violin joined him and Engel opened his eyes, turning to see who it was that joined him to see that it was just his father, Roderich.

A smile crossed Engel's face at that.


Emma and Annebeth hadn't had a chance to go back home due to the fact that wounded soldiers need their help.

Annebeth sat by one of the patients, medicine on a spoon in her hand.

"You have to take this," she told him.

When he protested, she forced it down his throat.

The Swede had to amputate multiple legs and arms of soldiers that weren't able to use them anymore.

"I can't believe how many people were injured," Emma said to Annebeth, who nodded.

"Yeah, I know, but we have to do what we have to."

Emma nodded at that.


Kadri looked up when he heard a voice call her name.

She looked to see a familiar figure walking towards her.

"Suur vend?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's me Kadri," he said.

At that, Kadri smiled brightly and went to the elder Estonian male, hugging him.

Chuckling lightly, Eduard hugged the auburn-haired capital.

"I take it you missed me?" Eduard asked.

The Estonian female nodded.

"I did."

-third time skip to 1942-

Lisa had been the first one in the meeting room, which was in a building in the country of Greece.

Reason being that no one wanted to have a meeting in a country that's affected by war.

She had been hoping she would finally find a significant other, like she had been for a few years now.

Brown eyes looked up when someone walked in.


Stefan was the second one to enter the meeting room. He smiled slightly when he saw that Lisa was already there, so he went and sat next to her.

"Hi Lisa," he greeted.

"Bonjour Stefan," Lisa said.

"I never did thank you for helping Weilki Brat and I after what happened," Stefan said," So thanks. For everything."

"It was no big deal," Lisa told.

"After all, I wanted to help when he called to say what happened."

"Still. I appreciate what you did for us," Stefan said.


Maskim was almost at the building where the meeting was taking place when he saw what looked like Gilbert's car parked.

He paused to see who'd get out of the vehicle.

The first one out was a certain golden haired blond male he immediately recognized as his cousin, Aleksander.

A smile crossed the Belarusian male's face upon seeing him.

Almost immediately, he ran to the Russian male and hugged him from behind just as he was about to enter the building.

Blue eyes widened and looked over his shoulder to see a golden haired male hugging him and resting his head on his back.

A smile crossed his face and he twisted to hug the smaller and younger male.

"I'm sorry," Maskim repeatedly said to his cousin.

"Hey, hey," Aleksander said and made Maskim look at him.

"Anyone could've done that, not just you. Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?" Maskim asked.

Aleksander smiled and nodded, wiping tears from the younger's face.

"Yeah. As you can see, I'm just fine."

Maskim nodded and followed Aleksander inside.

"Why are you dressed up by the way?"

"Germany made me," Aleksander told and waved his hand in dismissal.

The Belarusian walked into the meeting room after Aleksander and noticed Lisa's reaction when she saw the Russian.

And then there's the fact that she said he has beautiful eyes.

He watched Aleksander's reaction and saw him blushing deeply.


Havryil smiled and walked into the building.

This is the first meeting in years to which he could walk.

He couldn't wait to show the others what he could do now.

There was a couple voices when he walked in.

"Havryil!" Two voices cried out when they saw him.

The Ukrainian male looked to see a male with golden blond hair and a golden-haired male.

Though, it was a bit too late as the two tackled him to the ground.

"Oh, God," he said after his head collided with the ground.

Looking at the two hugging him, Havryil saw the smiling faces of Aleksander and Maskim. "Hi you two," Havryil said.

"You can walk now," Aleksander pointed out.

"Uh, yeah. Had it happen last year," Havryil told, "When I had surgery."


Blair sighed as he made his way to the meeting room.

It had been a year since he and the other personifications got a break from fighting and, even though he's glad for it, he wanted to be back on the battlefield obliterating opposing soldiers and making sure nothing stupid happened.

That and he wants the war to be over and the Nazis to realize what's going on.

The Scottish capital walked into the meeting room and took a seat.

He was sure his sister Aaliyah would be showing up sometime soon.


Aaliyah had been getting ready.

That was why she didn't go with Blair to the meeting right away.

When she was ready, she went to the right place and sat next to big brother Blair.

Emerald green eyes look down at her.

"Hi Aaliyah," said a Scottish accented male voice.

"Hi big brother," Aaliyah said to Blair and smiled at him.


Trina didn't want to go to the meeting with Aednat, so she just went ahead without the smaller and younger female.

Yeah, today was one of those days when they couldn't stand each other.

No one questioned it and just let it happen.

Stepping into the room, she went and took a seat between Aaliyah and Aleksander.


Aednat looked at Emmet and Dillon.

"I guess t'at means I'll be leaving now," she said.

"Make sure you two don't get into a fight," Emmet said.

The Northern Irish capital nodded.

"Ok daidí."

She then made her way to where the meeting is to take place.

When she walked into the room, she saw where Trina was sitting and sat on the other side of Blair.


William had chosen to take only the one day off from being medic.

Reason being that he wanted to get back to healing fellow Americans as soon as he possibly could.

He wanted to see the Japanese paying for hurting his friend/sister Aaliyah/Leilani.

He was singing the song The Hanging Tree to himself, as he would when Leilani couldn't sleep.


Bao-Yu smiled as she arrived to the meeting. First time in a couple years that she's been to a meeting.

She still remembered it almost as if she had been to one recently.

"Did you cut your hair?" An American voice asked.

The Chinese female looked to see it was William, the American capital.

"Yeah, a couple years ago so I could join the war," Bao-Yu told.

"Looks good," he said with a smile.

A smile crossed her face.

"Thanks!"

William smiled more.

"Sure thing."


Alana didn't seem too happy that her brother, Gilbert, made her stay behind to talk to her.

She wanted to know the others' reactions to seeing Aleksander dressed up.

"Was hast du willst?" She asked.

"Are you sure it was the right thing to do in teaching Aleksander German?" Gilbert asked.

"Hell yeah," Alana said.

"If he's going to be with us a while, he has to know our language. Besides, you know Hitler wants to turn his city into an amusement park."

With that, she turned on her heal and walked inside, taking her seat next to Lisa.

The Parisian female leaned close to the Prussian.

"Aleksander is so handsome," she whispered.

That made Alana smile.

"You'll get to see more of him when you come over later," Alana told.


Engel kind of didn't want to go to the capital meeting, but at the same time he knew he had to.

The Austrian male brought his violin to the meeting in case things got chaotic, as they usually did.

That way he could distract them by the power of music.

It usually worked in the past, so why not now?


Emma wasn't able to go to the meeting, so her brother Andreas had to go in her place.

The orange haired male blinked and looked around.

He was sure he was at the right place.

When he walked into the meeting room, he saw a set of gray eyes looking at him.

It was only Trina, the capital of the Irish nation.

Pushing his glasses up his nose, Andreas went and took a seat.

"Where's Emma?" One asked.

Andreas looked to see it was Lisa that had asked the question.

"She's a medic, remember? Can't exactly leave her post now, can she?" Andreas asked.

"Neither can Annebeth with the fact that she's a nurse on the battlefield."


Annebeth was running back and forth, bringing injured soldiers to Emma and healing what ones she could before being sent out again.

She also had to give them something to eat, as they had been getting an influx of food and drinks for the soldiers.

"Here," she said to one soldier as she handed him a fruit.

"Eat this. You need it."

The Danish female hurried to feed more soldiers before being sent out again.


Kadri was the last one to enter the meeting room. Not long after she sat down, the meeting had started.

"Ok, as we all know, there's a war going on," said a Polish male.

It was just Stefan Warszawski.

"And for those that don't know me, I am Stefan Warszawski, the capital of Warsaw, Poland." Some capitals said hi to Stefan.

"My brother found me a couple years ago when German trucks started rolling in," Stefan said with a glare to the female with the snow white hair.

"They also captured Moscow last year!" A Belarusian male said and raised his Russian cousin's arm.

"Wha- Maskim, let go of me!"

Aleksander then pried his arm from Maskim and lowered it.

"I can speak for myself, thank you very much."

"If you think that's bad," spoke William, "The damned Japanese bombed someone close to me and the other states."

A sigh escaped the Estonian capital.

-fourth time skip to 1943-

Lisa was out and fighting again in the war by the time the new year came around.

So is most of the capitals and personifications, with the exception of the medics.

She managed to catch up with her older brother Francis.

"Did you help Feliks and his brother?" Francis asked.

"Hell yeah," Lisa replied.

"It was almost too easy."

"Bien," Francis said.

"By the way, I have a boyfriend now."

Almost immediately, Francis paused his shooting to look at his little sister.

"Who?"

"You know Aleksander Braginsky? He's my boyfriend," Lisa told.


Stefan had actually decided to go help fight in France, as Feliks had decided to help out at the concentration camps and attempt to get prisoners out of the hell hole they're in.

The blond male also has a recording of Lisa singing Libérée Délivrée to play when doing so.

Everyone at the concentration camps called it their freedom song.

Brown eyes of Stefan's didn't portray the fear inside, neither did his face.

Instead, they portrayed the rage he's also feeling.


Maskim was mixed in with the other Soviet soldiers.

At this point, he couldn't even tell what nationalities they are.

At least he knew not to shoot at them.

Around his neck and hidden by his uniform is his lucky Belarusian flag necklace.

He always wore it, even in times like this, as it's special to him.

The Belarusian male pushed his way through opposing troops, alongside the other Soviets.


Havryil had changed from sniper to a regular soldier.

Sure, he was safer as a sniper, but he wanted to use his legs more, so no more sniping for the Ukrainian.

Not for a while at least.

Nearby was his cousin Maskim and Aleksander was nowhere to be seen.

The same could be said for his Russian uncle, Ivan.

The black-haired Ukrainian plowed his way through opposing soldiers that hadn't expected to see him on his feet again. A smile crossed Havryil's face.


Blair has a sword in hand and multiple wounds on his body.

He hated his sister seeing him like this, but at the same time he knew she wouldn't.

His sister Aaliyah was still in England where he left her.

London to be specific.

The blond Scotsman had once again given her his glasses and put in contacts.

Using his magic, he dodged the bullets and used his sword to stab soldiers on the opposite side.

Yeah, sure, he may be afraid of sharp objects, but his sword is the only thing he isn't afraid of.

Hence the reason why he's using it to stab and behead Italian and German soldiers.

Oh yeah, and his gun kind of got wrecked.


Aaliyah was looking through a photo album she had found in her brother Arthur's room.

Howell was at her side, looking through it with her. Both smiled at the memories photographed through the years.

What better way to spend time while the others were at war?

"These were great memories," Aaliyah said.

"Yeah, they were," Howell agreed.

"I'm almost sad to see them go away like that."

"At least we have them photographed," Aaliyah said and looked at the blond Welshman.

A smile crossed his face.

"Yeah."


Trina had taken her wolfhound Arlene for a walk.

Part of the reason was because she didn't want what happened last time to happen again.

That and Arlene needed the walk.

Luckily, no one disturbed her while doing so.

Even if they did, Arlene would warn Trina first unless they were a friend.

The Irish female sighed and looked up at the sky as she walked with Arlene at her side.

Today was a good day for a walk; the weather was being good at the moment.

Who knew what would happen later.


Aednat was lying curled up to her Uncle Dillon, who seemed to squirm a bit.

She didn't move however because she's asleep.

Dillon needed to get up and move, but he couldn't with his niece sleeping on him.

When would Emmet or Trina get back?

Or better yet, when would Aednat wake up?


William was getting American after American in the hospital section of the navy ship he's on.

It's been like this since the Americans joined the war.

The capital didn't seem to notice a Japanese soldier come up behind him until one of his patients shot and killed the soldier, causing William to turn before looking at the patient and smiling.

"Good shot."


Bao-Yu was making her way through the front lines.

She and her father were killing opposing soldiers dead.

Hai and Ai are doing the same thing in their city of Shanghai.

"Do you think this war will ever end baba?" Bao-Yu asked.

"It has to, otherwise there won't be a winner," Yao said.


Alana never went back to the battlefield of WW2 because someone had to keep an eye on Aleksander in case he were to try and sabotage them.

The Russian male sighed.

"You know I would never sabotage you guys."

"Yeah, but there's a chance you might," Alana said.

"And that's why I'm here with you. To make sure you don't."

Engel was somewhere in the middle of the battlefield.

He was starting to get tired of all this fighting and knew that the Axis Powers weren't going to win, despite them trying.

That didn't mean he wouldn't give his very best and do what he could.

The Austrian male aimed for an allied soldier and sook enough, boom!

The soldier is dead.


Emma soon sank to the ground with a sigh.

"I don't think I can do this anymore," she said.

Well, to be fair, she has been doing this for years now and she had been growing tired.

One of the patients looked at her.

"You can't give up!" He said.

The Swede looked up at him with a tired expression.

"What?" She asked.

"I said, you can't give up. If you do, then you're leaving your assistant to do all the work and she won't be able to do so by herself. Plus, how many more people will keep dying if you don't do your job?" He asked.

Nodding, Emma pushed herself up off the ground.

"You're right. I have to keep going. If I don't, the allies will never win the war."

She then got back to work.


Annebeth had just amputated someone's limb when she heard a sigh and someone sink to the ground.

Looking over, she saw that it was Emma.

She was going to say something to the Swede when one of the patients spoke to her.

When Emma stood again, a smile crossed her face.

Seems her cousin is back in action after being out of it for a while.

That was good to know.

The Danish female then got to stitching up her patient.


Kadri was visiting the Afghani siblings Soraya and Aamir.

Yes she did take the path that avoided the warfare.

The reason she was visiting them was because she didn't want to be alone.

"Oh, yeah. Of course you can come in," Aamir said and let her in.

Smiling slightly, the Estonian female walked inside, where she was met with Soraya.

"Ah, Kadri. You're here," she said.

"What brings you here to Afghanistan?"

"My big brother's fighting in the war and I didn't want to be alone," Kadri said and played with her auburn hair loops.

-fifth time skip to 1944-

Lisa had been doing fairly well in the war.

She had heard from a certain Polish male that Feliks was helping free the prisoners of the concentration camps.

That and he was helping them fight in France.

However, the two had been surrounded by enemy soldiers and both their guns had run out of ammo.

The Parisian was just about to duck and cover when a small force field surrounded the two.

Stefan had conjured a force field to protect him and Lisa from the bullet rain that came moments later.

He looked over his shoulder when he felt eyes on him.

"You have magic?" She asked.

"Hey, I'm just as surprised as you are," Stefan said.

"Well, I'm glad you do," Lisa said with a smile.

That made Stefan smile as well.

If they weren't such good friends and if she weren't dating Aleksander, then he would've kissed her there and then.


Maskim was hiding behind a damaged wall of what used to be a store of sorts.

A sigh escaped the Belarusian male.

He had no idea if they were going to win this war or not.

As he peered over the corner, his eyes glowed white.

The gold haired Belarusian often poked out from his hiding spot and shot opposing soldiers.


Havryil kept near Maskim, but was actually on the battlefield.

He glanced over to the Belarusian to see the white eyes and his perfect shots.

"What's up with him?" Havryil asked himself.

All of a sudden, Maskim directed his aim towards the Ukrainian and fired.

That made Havryil flinch as he waited for the bullets that never came.

Opening his eyes, Havryil looked around him to see that the enemy soldiers have all been shot dead.

"WHAT THE HELL? HOW DID HE DO THAT?!"

Very faintly, Maskim's voice could be heard saying, "Angel with a shotgun."


Blair still was using his sword, despite the fact this is a gun fight.

The blond Scotsman spun around like a tornado, slashing opposing soldiers across the chest, the wounds deep.

"This is whit happens when ye mess wit' a Scotsman," Blair said.

No one was getting in his way of victory.


Aaliyah was in the kitchen making something to surprise Howell with.

She always knew when he was upset and knew what to do in some of those cases.

This was one of the times where it was his favorite food that would cheer him up.

When she was done and had it on a plate, she took it to his room before knocking on his door.

"Big brother, can I come in?" She asked.

"Go ahead," he said.

Walking into his room, Aaliyah saw he was at his desk.

Smiling, she went to him and set the plate in front of the blond Welshman.

Leaf green eyes widened and looked up at her.

"I always know what to do when you're upset big brother," she said to him.


Trina was hugging a plush doll and watching something on the television.

What it was she didn't really understand.

"What t'e hell are ye watching?" Came a male voice.

"I have no idea daidí," she said.

"Well, Emmet is sleeping and Aednat had gone out to get a couple t'ings," Dillon told.

"Ok."


Aednat had gone to the store, just as Dillon had said.

On her way back, she passed by a pet store.

It wasn't until she had just passed it that she realized she had and retreated to stare at the pets in the window.

Her eyes widened upon seeing them.

Moments later, when she walked in the front door of Dillon's home, she had a rat sitting atop her head.

"Oh, yer back," Dillon said when she walked in.

"I got a pet rat," was the first thing out of her mouth.

"I named him Alucard."


William was doing what he could for wounded American soldiers and doing the best he could for them.

Sitting on his hip is a walkie talkie so that he could talk to Alfred and the other states that were in the air, as well as the Canadians that had joined them.

A voice crackled through saying, "Once the bombs are ready, we'll be using them on Japan. The country, not the person."

It was Alfred.

"Let us know when," a female voice said.

That would be Victoria.

A smile crossed the American capital's face.

This would be the payback he was waiting for.


Bao-Yu had lost track of her father somehow, but knew that someone was there with her because of the body that was so close to hers.

"It would seem we somehow lost someone close to us but found each other."

That was a male voice, but it didn't belong to Yao.

The Chinese female glanced at him and saw that it was only Yao's younger brother and one of the Shanghai twins.

Wang Hai.


Alana made sure to stay near Aleksander when he did certain things, such as use the bathroom; though she didn't dare go in with him for the obvious reason.

Instead she would wait outside for him to come out.

And Aleksander knew better than to try and escape.

Mostly because there had been traps set around the house if he did try escaping.


Engel had been surrounded by French soldiers.

He looked around at each one to see each holding a gun.

"We heard Hitler is Austrian of origin and so are you. Is it true?" One asked.

The Austrian male spit blood at the soldier.

"What are you going to do about it?" Engel asked.

The French soldiers were about to fire on the Austrian capital when all of a sudden, something killed them off.

Looking over his shoulder, Engel saw a familiar figure approaching.

"You looked like you could've used some help."

"I thought you weren't a fighter papa," Engel said to Roderich.

"I am when it comes to my son," Roderich told.


Emma knew she had been at this for too long.

Not only was she tired and pushing through, but she herself was hungry.

Reason being that she would rather her patients eat before she did.

Seeing this, one of the soldiers gave her his food saying, "You need this more than I do. Take it Dr. Oxenstierna."

Smiling at his kindness, Emma took what was held out to her and ate it.

Every other patient that was well enough pitched in to feed the female Swede.


Annebeth knew first hand that things wouldn't be going well if she and Emma didn't do something about them eating.

Unlike the Swede, Annebeth had been eating, even if it wasn't much she still was.

Looking at the Swede, Annebeth saw that healed soldiers had given her food.

That brought a smile to the Dane's face.


Kadri had stayed with Soraya and Aamir every other week.

It was better than being alone all the damn time in the Estonian's opinion.

Currently, she had just gotten back from the week with the Afghanistan and Kabul personifications.

There was a Russian female sitting on a kitchen chair staring when she walked in.

"Where've you been?" She asked, causing Kadri to jump and look to see it was Alexis.

"I was with friends," Kadri said.

"My father doesn't like the fact that you keep leaving every other week and coming back when it's over," Alexis said.

"Any reason why you're leaving?"

Nothing came out of the Estonian's mouth.

"Not going to talk now, are we?" Alexis asked.

Kadri shook her head.

Not going to talk.

-final time skip to 1945-

Most of the countries had come to realize that this was pointless.

They were ready to sign a treaty, but the Americans and Canadians were still fighting the Japanese.

The Carolina twins had picked up the two bombs that had been made for the war.

Adam picked up the walkie talkie at his side.

"If big brother and I don't make it out of this, then know we did what we could and we're damn proud of it," he said.

"Damn straight," Aaron's voice crackled through the walkie talkie.

Carry on my wayward son/There'll be peace when you are done/Lay your weary head to rest/Don't you cry no more The twins sang.

That was moments before the first bomb was dropped on Hiroshima.

Adam's plane was the one to drop it.

The younger twin used the communications line to talk to the Japanese personification.

"Kiku, we want you to sign the treaty. If you don't, then we have no choice but to drop another bomb. You have three days."


It had been three days since the bombing of Hiroshima.

Kiku hadn't done anything about the treaty.

Alfred looked at Aaron.

"Go bomb another place in Japan," he said.

"Yes sir!" Aaron said and took off.

When he reached the country, the second bomb was released on Nagasaki.

After releasing the bomb, Aaron flew back to the American country and landed safely.

When Aaron climbed out, Adam ran up to him and hugged him.

Due to the two bombs released on Japan, said nation decided to sign the treaty.

"The war's over!" The Virginia twins cried out in excitement and hugged each other.

Everyone else around the world cheered for the ending of the war.

-omake-

Alana rushed downstairs in time to see Aleksander walking out the front door.

"Was that Aleksander?" She asked.

Gilbert looked at her and smiled. "Yeah, we gave him back to his father."

The albino male then realized something.

"Oh yeah. There's some meeting we have to go to later."

"Ok," Alana said.

-two years after the war ended-

The Prussian siblings stared at the allies. "What?" Gilbert asked. Even Ludwig stared in shock.

"I'm sorry Gilbert, but we found it necessary to dissolve your nation for the better," Alfred said.

"And your capital we've decided is going to Ivan."

Alana and Gilbert stood back to back. A single tear ran down her cheek.

"I'm sorry Bruder," she said.

Gilbert chuckled a bit.

"Nein, it's me who should be sorry. I dragged you into it. It's my fault."

A hand was held out to the female, who looked to see Ivan staring solemnly at her.

She took the hand of her brother-in-law.

"I guess this is goodbye," she said

Hearing that, Gilbert's eyes widen and he turned to see Alana walking away with Ivan.

A choked sound escaped the Prussian male.