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Seven Weeks' War
1866
Austria vs. Prussia/Italy
The first thing Spain was aware when he woke up was a hand stroking his hair softly. Slowly, his surroundings came into focus and he could feel the soft sheets covering him and a pillow under his head. A soft voice murmured a song in a foreign language.
Spain's eyes flickered open slowly and he blinked, trying to focus, but his vision was slightly blurry. His thoughts were too muddled for him to comprehend.
"Spain?" Morocco's face appeared blurrily in Spain's vision. The older nation looked worried as she cradled Spain's face in her hand. "Are you alright?"
"Mrco," Spain managed to mumble. His right hand twitched on the sheets.
"N'em," Morocco replied softly. "It is me."
"W-Wht hpnd?" Spain asked. His vision finally cleared and he coughed slightly. He could feel a pounding in the back of his head.
"You were shot in the head." Morocco glanced over her shoulder. "Portugal has been going crazy ever since she learned about it."
"Porty?" Spain frowned. He was silent for several minutes as he tried to remember what had happened. His brain gave a great jumpstart and he bolted upright. "Romano!"
"La!" Morocco grabbed the younger nation's shoulders and pushed him back down. "You are not well enough."
"B-But . . . Roma," Spain whimpered, wincing at the pain in his head. "Andorra?"
"Andorra is safe," Morocco assured Spain. "She is waiting for Turkey to come out of surgery."
"Turkey," Spain repeated. He tried to smile and failed. "Él gana. (He wins.)"
Morocco quirked an eyebrow at the words but said nothing. She winced when the door was suddenly thrown open, banging against the wall.
"Espahna!" Portugal stood fuming in the doorway. "É hora de morrer! (It's time to die!)"
"¡Qué!" Spain wailed. "Porty?"
Slovakia appeared behind Portugal, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Você tem alguma idéia de como eu estava preocupada? (Do you have any idea how worried I was?)" Portugal screamed and lunged for her brother. Grabbing him the by collar, she yanked him up so his face was barely an inch from hers. "Eu devia te matar! (I should kill you!)" Spain whimpered at the pain in his neck from trying to support his head.
"Portugal," Slovakia said warningly, placing a hand on his wife's shoulder. "You're hurting him."
"Ei?" Portugal glanced over his shoulder, letting Spain drop back onto the pillow. Morocco looked worried by the exchange between the siblings. Spain yelped when he hit the mattress. He struggled to make himself comfortable before looking around the room.
"Where's France?" he asked. "And Romania? Shouldn't they be here?"
The three nations looked at each other before Portugal laid down to cuddle her brother. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, saying nothing.
"I am sorry, Spain," Morocco said softly. "But they were both captured by the Wars."
Spain sighed heavily. He tried to raise a hand and succeeded in lifting it four inches off the bed.
"Well done, Spain," Germany said as he wandered into the room dressed in scrubs. "I was just coming to check on you to see how you were doing."
"You finished with the thief?" Slovakia asked as he crossed his arms.
"Ja." Germany rolled his neck to relive some of the tension. "We performed a surgery on him to replace the damaged nerves with ones he didn't use."
"We all know what he's going to say about that." Morocco cocked her head to once side as her worried expression grew.
"He'll throw a fit." Germany shook his head. "Like he always does. So, Spain, can you lift your right hand for me?" Spain obeyed, lifting it four inches once more. "Your left?" Spain's left hand only twitched on the bed. Germany requested the Latin nation to test every limb in his body. Spain's left side didn't perform as well as his right and Germany sighed.
"You will recover," Germany assured his patient. "It might take a week or two, especially for your left side. But that's what a head shot does."
"Gracias, Amigo," Spain said. He grabbed Germany's sleeve before the other nation could leave. "Could you give Turkey a message for me?"
"Ja, what is it?" Germany asked, leaning down when Spain beckoned him. Spain whispered in Germany's ears before the Germanic nation nodded and left.
Spain fell back on the bed beside Portugal, staring around himself. "What else did I miss?" he asked.
"Many of the nations have been captured," Morocco admitted. "And many more are injured. These are enemies we have never faced before."
"I have!" Portugal raised a hand.
"No you haven't," Slovakia pushed the hand back down. "These Wars are new. They're not like the empires of old."
"I no talk about them!" Portugal huffed. "I talk about you."
Slovakia scowled down at his wife before he suddenly pulled her off the bed and slung her over his shoulder.
"You're dead," was all he said.
"Ei?" Portugal shrieked. "Não!" She kicked wildly and pounded on Slovakia's back.
"Àno." Slovakia turned and walked out of the room with his wife, passing Greenland on the way out.
"Hola, Greenland." Spain tried to smile at his girlfriend. "¿Cómo estás?"
"Spain!" Greenland burst into tears and threw herself at Spain, causing more pain for already tormented nation.
"Ay!" Spain winced, patting Greenland's back as best as he could with his good hand.
o)O(o
Norway screamed in fury and let several spikes of ice shoot out of the ground. The Wars surrounding her leapt back in order to not get stabbed. Several vans were parked in the courtyard of the Swedish castle. Some nations had already been loaded into the vehicles. The Wars had reached a problem when Norway was being moved.
"Suomi," Sverige called. "We need you."
Luxembourg tried to sidle through the icicles and managed to get himself stabbed in the leg.
"Whoa!" The small War leapt back in surprise and looked down at his bleeding leg. "That's cold!"
"Moi?" Suomi appeared in the doorway with a rifle slung over his shoulder. His eyes widened at the sight before him. "What happened here?"
"N'rway is being d'fficult," Sverige said. He watched as Confederacy danced her way toward Norway. "Sn'pe."
"Joo." Suomi raised the rifle, firing a tranquilizer dart into Norway's shoulder. The nation jerked around, her wide eyes studying the War who had shot her.
"She's still standing, aru?" Zhōngguó stared at Norway in shock. Suomi lowered his rifle slowly, a surprised expression on his face.
"How is that possible?" Suomi checked the rifle quickly. "These are tranquilizers. I'm sure of it."
"Then shoot her, Honey," Confederacy suggested. She yelped when Polska threw a rock at her head.
Norway raised a hand, twisting it in the air. A cylinder of ice twisted around, creating a barrier around her.
"Korea!" The Wars could see a panicked expression on Norway's face.
Deutschland paused in the act of shoving Poland into a van. He turned around and eyed the ice before entering the castle quickly.
Sverige shared a look with Estee and nodded slowly. "R'turn to m'ving the r'st of the pr'soners," he said. "D'nmark and I can h'ndle th's."
"Of course." Estee turned and led several Wars back into the dungeon.
Deutschland exited the castle as they entered with Hangug hot on his heels. The Germanic War stopped just outside Norway's point of view.
"So you just need me to act like my pathetic nation, da-ze?" Hangug wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Ja." Deutschland gave a curt nod. "If she believes you are Korea then she may be more manageable."
"And you actually expect this to work?" Hangug crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow. "When she's going to be locked up in a cell, da-ze?"
"Nein." Deutschland scowled back at Hangug. "We have a safe house you can use. Take her there and keep her out of the way."
"Alright, da-ze." Hangug whipped around and stormed down the last few steps.
Norway screamed when the ice came crumbling down around her. Hangug waited patiently for it to settle before he began to weave his way through the icicles.
"Norway, da-ze!" Hangug said in a high voice. He waved his arms around in the air like an idiot as he practically screamed.
Sverige jabbed Danmark in the leg when the War opened his mouth to say something.
"Korea?" Norway blinked slowly before she suddenly collapsed. Hangug caught the unconscious nation before she hit the ground, swinging Norway up to hold her bridal style.
"That was easy," Hangug mused. "I don't think you guys even needed me for this, da-ze."
"Just shut up and get her out of here," Danmark snapped. "I don't want ta have ta listen ta yer annoying voice."
"D'nmark," Sverige ordered. "H'lp Zh'ngguó and Shq'përi w'th Vietn'm." He nodded his head to where the female nation was making it nearly impossible to move her.
"Don't tell me what ta do," Danmark snapped. But he marched over to the Wars and nation. Ignoring Vietnam's furious shrikes, he grabbed the nation's legs and helped to carry her to a van.
"Put me down!" Vietnam screamed, twisting in the Wars' grips.
Several struggling and swearing nations froze when a female nation was led out of the dungeon. None of them had even seen her brought in.
"Merde," France breathed. "If Mère is captured, then we are all dead."
Mesopotamia stared around the courtyard, her eyes widening at the sight before her.
"What have you done?" She turned to look at Sverige. "My children are in ruins."
"We are doing our d'ty," Sverige said, crossing his arms. "Wh're is the oth'r one?"
"She is plotting your demise," Mesopotamia said wisely. "Fear for your lives."
Sverige looked to Lietuva who shrugged.
"This one." Lietuva poked Mesopotamia in the arm. "Was easy enough to capture. The other one escaped before we could stop her. She killed three of us when we ganged up on her."
"Then we could escape," England said in a hushed voice. "If Pontus could stop them, then we could escape."
"If only she would come out of her house," Scotland grumbled behind his mask. Once more he had been forced to wear a gas mask, breathing treated air.
"You lose part of your family," Mesopotamia said softly. "And you do not mourn? Scotland, Latvia, and Seychelles are dead."
"They w're n'thing," Sverige grunted. Scotland shouted angrily at his words and choked on the air he was breathing. "Sm'll and ins'gnificant."
"Oh?" Mesopotamia spotted Rossiya out of the corner of her eye. She raised a hand to his turned back. The War stiffened before he fell to his knees screaming.
"St'p her!" Sverige shouted, throwing a hand out desperately. Both Danmark and Norge darted forward to wrench Mesopotamia's arms down. The ancient civilization complied with the Wars. She was expressionless as Rossiya fell forward, still.
Lietuva turned the Wars' head to examine him. "Dead," he announced.
Sverige nodded. He turned to Romano who was just being led out of the dungeon. The nation had been causing a lot of trouble for the Wars.
"An eye for an eye," the War commented.
"And the whole world goes blind, aru," a voice finished behind Romano. China was led out by Nihon. In the sunlight the other nations could see a major difference in him. He was thinner with a gaunt look to him. His filthy hair hung down around his face.
Sverige grunted and turned back to Mesopotamia. "K'll an'ther War," he warned. "And we w'll k'll a n'tion."
Mesopotamia stared unblinkingly up at Sverige. "You think I will not mourn for him?" she asked.
"He is not your ch'ld." Sverige shrugged. "N'rge, Br'tannia, R'mânia, you three are in ch'rge of st'pping her m'gic."
"Aye." Britannia scowled down at Mesopotamia. "The poppet won't be doing anything else for a while."
Mesopotamia glanced back with a quirked eyebrow. She jerked in surprise when the butt of a pistol suddenly hit the back of her head. Norge caught the ancient civilization before she could hit the ground.
o)O(o
Russia found himself standing in a familiar place. Papers blew across the snow-covered ground, the dates skewered but all familiar to the tall nation. The houses lining each side were dark. The doors barely hung on their hinges and cold air blew through the cracks. Cars littered the road, unused and frozen through.
Russia kept his eyes glued to the ground as he moved. He couldn't stand to look at what Stalin had done to his country.
Green eyes peered out a window before the nation disappeared quickly. Russia could see several more in the windows. They all looked worn and starved.
"Izvinite," Russia whispered, his words carried away by the winter winds. "Izvinite, comrades."
Russia paused when he spotted the bricks stained a dark red. They formed a circle, filling the entire plaza. A tall form stood in the center of it. Russia's hand clenched with a creaking of leather when he recognized who it was. The man turned around, his dark eyes studying Russia. He was silent for several moments before he spoke.
"Your worst moment, da?" the stranger said. Russia's head snapped up and bared his teeth in a silent snarl. "You sought to collect a family." Rossiya looked up to a window and Ukraine disappeared quickly. "But you only caused ruin and death."
"Zatknis', (Shut up,)" Russia growled. His eyes flicked to a window where Latvia was watching fearfully.
"They are not scared of you." Rossiya looked back to Russia once more. "They fear me."
"You are violent," Russia snapped. A blonde nation stood in the window of one house, frowning down at Rossiya. He gently pushed a small girl back and turned away. "You promised them peace through communism but brought nothing but poverty."
"It was perfect," Rossiya said softly. "But they did not want it, and so it failed."
"The government was corrupt," Russia corrected his War harshly. "They took more than they needed to. That is not communism."
"Da." Rossiya stuck his hands in his pockets and shivered in the cold wind. "You are right."
"You agree with me?" Russia asked in shock. "But you only survived because of communism. It brought nothing but war from Little America."
"It did," Rossiya agreed. "But that ended decades ago. I am obsolete now, no longer needed. My comrades and I are very old. We have outlived our time."
"Then it is time for you to leave." Russia crossed his arms. A wind blew his scarf back. "The realms died violently because they outlived their time, and so will you."
"I died violently too." Russia could see a childish sadness in Rossiya's eyes. "I was in pain and alone when I died."
Russia's hands fell to his sides. He watched Rossiya carefully before moving forward. Taking the War's hand, he held it tightly.
"But you will not be alone when you go, da?" Russia said. "Soviet was not and neither will you."
"I will dissolve," Rossiya whimpered. "I will cease to exist and be alone."
"You will live in my heart," Russia said softly. "I may not like war, but I cannot stop it from happening."
Rossiya looked into Russia's eyes, his own widening. "What comes after war?"
"Peace," Russia said.
"Then that must be what I am." Rossiya smiled softly. "The wars have ended and peace has come."
"Goodbye, Mir, (Peace,) I will remember you, da?" Russia returned the sad smile with a reassuring one. "Someone must."
Rossiya turned to leave and paused at the gate, "Russia," he called over his shoulder. "Do not doubt the Wars. They are still strong and proud of their forms. They will not hesitate to try and kill you."
"Da, I won't." Russia raised a hand in a farewell. "Proshchayte, Mir, we will meet again on the final field."
"Povernites'. (Turn around.)" Rossiya smiled and disappeared through the gates.
Russia watched the War leave before turning around.
Ukraine stood in the center of the plaza with Belarus beside her. The shorter nation held Lithuania's hand whose brothers surrounded him. Slovakia had an arm wrapped around each of his sisters, keeping them close. Hungary looked like she was trying not to strangle Romania who had a stammering Bulgaria beside him. Prussia laughed at the sight of the two nations. One last nation stood farther away from the group. Bosnia and Herzegovina shivered in the cold and wrapped her tattered jacket around herself more firmly.
Russia moved forward and pulled Ukraine into a hug. 'I am blessed.'
o)O(o
Poland whimpered and tried to shove herself deeper into the van. Vietnam, China, and France were in the van with her. The Wars had allowed Vietnam to keep Albania's jacket, though none of them had bothered to check the many pockets. All four nations had been handcuffed with their hands in front of them.
Vietnam glared out the window, her lips pursed. She had seated herself as far away from both China and France as possible. A difficult feat in the small van. Her fingers drummed against her knee.
China gently pulled Poland close to himself with his handcuffed hands. France didn't question the action. He just stared down at his own handcuffs as he tried to think of a way to escape.
"I want Papochka," Poland whimpered and buried her face into China's chest. The wolf glinted in the sunlight gently. The sound of various vans starting up and leaving the courtyard was muffled by the walls.
"Yéye, (Grandfather,) is here, aru," China murmured to Poland.
France watched Vietnam twirl a ring on her left ring finger. He frowned thoughtfully, trying to remember who she could have possibly married.
Vietnam's eyes flicked to the front of the van to check on the Wars. Their captors showed no sign of paying attention to the nations. In fact, they ignored the closed doors entirely.
Vietnams' handcuffed hands disappeared into the jacket. She dug around briefly before drawing a laser pointer out of a pocket.
"Viêt-Nam, what are you doing?" France hissed. Vietnam shot him a filthy look before she struggled to point the small instrument at her handcuffs. Pushing the button, the red light flickered on the lock and there was a barely audible click. Vietnam removed the cuff and unlocked her other wrist.
Poland stared in shock at Vietnam. "What did you, like, do?" she asked in shock.
"What does it look like?" Vietnam snapped. "I got myself free. Now, am I leaving you here or helping you escape?"
Poland glanced nervously at China before holding her hands out. Vietnam quickly used her new tool to release Poland before helping China. France was last and earned himself a painful jab in the arm from Vietnam.
"What are we, like, going to do now?" Poland whimpered, rubbing her wrists. "They're totally watching the door."
"They're not," Vietnam said as she tucked the laser pointer back into the jacket. "They couldn't care less right now. Người đần độn. (Idiots.)"
Poland pouted and peeked out the window before she slowly opened the door. France, Vietnam, and China slid out of the van as quietly as they could. China was first to notice Poland hadn't followed them.
"Poland," the ancient nation said, holding out a hand. "Yéye will take care of you, aru."
"Are you really going to stay and get violated again?" Vietnam hissed. She stuck her tongue out at China when he glared at her.
"But what if we, like, get in trouble?" Poland whimpered.
"Then we will fight," France said. "Allons-y. (Let's go.)"
Poland whimpered again but climbed out of the van, clutching China's hand tightly. France led the way in their escape toward the forest. Vietnam was close behind with China and Poland bringing up the rear.
Poland glanced over her shoulder and her grip tightened. "Dziadek," she whined. China spared a look over his shoulder. "They're turning around," Poland announced in a panicked voice. The War looking at them seemed to freeze in surprise for a moment.
"Run!" Vietnam shouted. She took off toward with France hot on her heels.
"Come on, Poland, aru!" China dragged the younger nation after himself.
"Catch them!" There's a pounding of footsteps and the nations could see the Wars closing the gap between quickly.
Vietnam swung herself into a tree and nimbly climbed high out reach. France increased his speed as he disappeared into the trees.
"Do not stop, Poland, aru," China ordered. Shoving Poland forward, he whirled around, tensing for a fight.
Xiānggǎng appeared and seemed to completely ignore China as he launched himself into the air. He landed on a branch, staring up at Vietnam with a grin.
"I'm coming to get you," Xiānggǎng sang. "Ready or not." He grabbed the trunk, digging his fingers in easily, and proceeded to climb it like a cat.
"Chêt tiệt!" Vietnam scooted along the branch, glancing at a neighboring tree.
"Vietnam, aru!" China rushed to the base of the tree, staring up at it helplessly.
Poland's scream echoed through the woods, startling the ancient nation.
"Poland!" China whirled around and raced after the female nation. "Poland, aru!"
Poland struggled wildly against Kýpros. The War grunted when she managed to kick him in the knee.
"Release her, aru!" China planted one foot on the ground and kicked Kýpros in the head with the other. The War stumbled back in surprise, his foot hit the edge of a cliff and he glanced over his shoulder at the river. He looked back at China, struggling to keep his balance.
"Run, Poland!" China shoved Kýpros in the chest, causing the War to tip over the edge. Poland stared at where the War had been standing, tears filling her eyes. "Run, aru!" China grabbed Poland's hand and dragged her deep into the forest.
"Chêt tiệt!" Vietnam leapt from the branch onto another. She grunted when her stomach hit the wood and she barely clung on. "Bastards. I set them free and how do they thank me? By abandoning me. Story of my life," she grumbled.
"I can make it better if you like." Xiānggǎng grinned and followed Vietnam. He landed on the branch above her. Grabbing her wrist, he hoisted her into the air easily.
"Let me go!" Vietnam kicked out at the War desperately. "I don't need your help!"
"Don't say that," Xiānggǎng crooned. "Besides, we have a plan for you."
"I don't care." Vietnam stopped struggling and glared at Xiānggǎng as she dangled in the air. "I want nothing to do with you Wars ever again."
"That's too bad," Xiānggǎng chuckled. "I think you'll miss us in a few days."
"What are you talking about?" Vietnam snapped. She tried to think back to any weapons she might have found in Albania's jacket. The thing was littered with pockets and random objects.
"You won't be seeing anyone for a long time," Xiānggǎng said before Vietnam felt something jab her in the neck and darkness flooded her vision.
o)O(o
Albania grimaced when he felt a hand jostle his arm. He turned his head and buried it deeper into the pillows. The nations in the room managed to hear a mumbled 'no one's home'.
"Did he die?" a voice asked hopefully.
"Switzerland," another voice chided. "Be nice. He just came out of surgery."
"He could have died during the surgery," Switzerland pointed out. "I'm still not happy with him causing Liechtenstein's downfall."
"That you saved her from," the second voice, now recognizable as Germany, muttered.
"Who is he?" Albania nearly screamed when someone poked his shoulder.
"South," Prussia said "That is un-awesome. Albania has just had surgery on his shoulders. Don't do that."
"Is South doing stupid stuff again?" America called.
"I was just askin' who he was." South plopped down on the bed. It caused Albania to slip sideways until he rolled over and failed to suppress his screams of pain.
"Teufelhund!" South suddenly disappeared from the bed as soft hands readjusted Albania's position. He found himself rolled onto his back.
Albania cracked an eye open, muttering curses. "Please tell me that's not the same girl who stuck a bayonet into my butt," he said.
"Ja, it is," Germany said. He lifted one of Albania's eyelids open to shine a light in his eye. "How do your shoulders feel?"
"Like someone decided to sit by me and poke me," Albania grumbled, turning his head away.
"I met him before?" South cocked her head in confusion. "But I don't even know him."
"Don't worry about it, Teufelhund," Prussia assured his wife.
"Please tell me," Germany sighed. "How do you feel? The surgery was a success but I want to make sure you can still move your arms."
"I feel like my arms are killing me," Albania snapped. "What did you do to them anyway?"
Austria suddenly found himself deep in a conversation with Switzerland and Slovakia. Netherlands seemed to be looking for an escape route. Mexico sidled up to him and whispered something in his ear. Germany looked helplessly over his shoulder at the other nations. He got an idea when Canada wandered into the room. Netherlands froze, a blush growing over his face. He straightened up, clearing his throat and stared up at the ceiling in interest. Mexico smirked triumphantly.
"Well?" Albania demanded. "What did you do to me?"
"Canada, would you care to explain to Albania what the surgery was for?" Germany asked. Canada nodded, not knowing the repercussions.
"There are some nerves in your body you don't use," Canada explained to Albania. "So we replaced the damaged nerves with them in order for you to be able to move your shoulders again."
Albania was silent for several minutes before reacting. "You what?" Albania screeched. "I needed those! What am I going to do if I need to escape? Rely on nerves that aren't there anymore?"
"E-Eh?" Canada blinked in surprise. "But they weren't being used, now they are."
"I needed them!" Albanian howled, writhing on the bed.
"And this is why you don't go telling him that," Netherlands announced. "He never takes it well."
"You don't take anything well either," Mexico said fondly to Netherlands. "Especially not-." Netherlands covered her mouth quickly.
"What do I need to do to get you to shut up?" he demanded. Mexico smiled innocently up at him.
"Dude." America poked his head into the room. "Mexico loves children. A lot."
"I don't need your opinion!" Netherlands snapped at the younger nation.
"Put them back where they belong!" Albania roared furiously.
"We can't do that," Canada said weakly. "The surgery is irreversible. Besides, you can move your arms now."
"I needed them!" Austria rolled his eyes at the comment.
"You can stop, Canada," the Germanic nation said. "He will continue with this as long as he's given attention."
Germany sighed. "Will someone get Vietnam to watch this troublemaker?"
Albania froze at the words, his eyes wide. "Vietnam?"
"Ja, you knocked her out when we sent her took for you," Germany said with a quirked eyebrow. "She's quite upset with you."
Albania gaped at him. "That's impossible," he said. "She was with me, I saw her. I was in the same cell as her."
"Was?" Germany crossed his arms. "Is this another one of your tricks? You're still in league with the Wars, aren't you?"
"No I'm not." Albania jerked up, tearing his arms free of the bandages keeping them pinned to his chest. "I swear, I'm telling the truth!"
"Albania!" Germany forced the nation back down and pinned him to the bed with Slovakia's help.
Canada frowned thoughtfully, watching the nation struggle. "What if he is telling the truth?" he asked.
"Why would he do that?" Austria scoffed. "He has never bothered to in the past. I have seen him go through torture and not say a single truth."
"It's not her!" Albania howled, trying to shove Germany and Slovakia off himself.
"Then who else could it be?" Germany snapped. "You were the only one whose War was brave enough to infiltrate us."
"Maybe not," Slovakia said. "I noticed how strange she acted around me when she first came back."
"The War hit her on the head," Germany argued.
"Germany," Austria interrupted his brother. "Albania is going to tear his stitches if he continues struggling."
"We need him awake too," Netherlands grunted. "He was willing to tell us so much about the houses. What else does he know?"
"Switzerland," Germany said. Switzerland nodded and moved to drawer, grabbing a syringe. Removing the covering, he injected Albania with it. The nation fell lax almost immediately.
"What did you do?" Albania mumbled, his head lolling to the side as his eyes drifted shut.
"It's just a relaxant," Switzerland said. Germany gently slapped Albania on the face.
"What do the Wars want?" Germany asked.
"What do you think?" Albania attempted to snap.
"World domination," Germany said. "If you're going to be snappy when I ask a question, then just tells us what you know."
"They want to replace you," Albania grumbled. "Start wars everywhere so they can stay alive. They can do things you wouldn't be able to imagine."
"They're going to kill us?" Slovakia frowned. His eyes flicked to the hall, no doubt thinking about Czech.
"They can't," Albania sighed in annoyance. "They haven't figure out how to survive without us yet. We're needed alive."
"Then there is still a chance to save everyone," Germany said firmly. He turned to the other nations. "We need to regroup and plan a strategy of attack."
"They're not staying at the castle," Albania interrupted Germany. "They're going to move somewhere else."
"Where?" Switzerland demanded.
"I don't know," Albania snapped and tried to roll over, failing.
Canada steadied the nation. "Relax, no one wants to hurt you," he said soothingly, ignoring Netherlands' muttering. "We just need some answers. Do you know anything else about the Wars?" Albania only grumbled a few choice words and shoved his face into the pillow.
"Albania," Canada moaned. "We're in trouble here. You claim the Vietnam with us right now is a War but you're not trying to help."
"He wants money," Germany said as he crossed his arms. "That's the only way he'll cooperate."
"What if we arrest him?" Netherlands offered. "Refuse to let him until he tells us what we want to know."
"Guys, he just went through surgery," Canada said weakly. "We can't go torturing him."
"Yeah," Albania snapped. "Listen to the small guy."
"Albania," Switzerland said. "Canada is the second largest country in the world. He could throw you across the ocean if he wanted to. I wouldn't go calling him 'small'."
"I don't care," Albania moaned. "Just leave me alone."
"Albania," Germany growled. He jumped in surprise when Hong Kong tore into the room, terror on her face.
"Whoisthatgirlinthemeetingroomandwhere'sVietnam?" Hong Kong asked too quickly for anyone to understand.
"What?" Netherlands grabbed the smaller nation by the shoulders and forced her to stand still. "What did you just say?"
"Girl. Meeting room," Hong Kong said desperately as Iceland followed her into the room. "Vietnam. Where?"
"Vietnam is in the meeting room," Austria assured the Asian nation. "We saw her about an hour ago."
"That's not Vietnam," Hong Kong wailed at the top of her lungs. "I know Vietnam when I see her and that's not her."
"So now we have a War among us?" Austria crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow. "How are we supposed to tell who is a nation and who is not?"
"How should I know?" Hong Kong whined. Message delivered, she turned back to Iceland. "Right, where was I in my story?"
A/N: What did you think?
Third place: Missykim for you simplicity and getting straight to the point! (Choose your couple!)
Second place: Dalasport for you wonderful details. The only thing keeping you away from first place was the blend of past and present verbs! (Choose your boyfriend!)
First place: Cahayafosc for you details and drama! (Choose your request and look for your lines!)
The Seven Weeks' War – (1866) Austria vs. Prussia/Italy
Casualties: Over 108,000
Results: Dissolution of the German Confederation and formation of the North German Confederation.
Look for the next chapter tomorrow! Sorry for the wait, it was midterms.