A/N- Again thank you for the reviews. Really! This chapter is a little too dramatic, but honestly, I'm too tired to re-type it. But thanks!

War.

I repeat the word in my head.

"Nein," I say. "I didn't know."

"But they don't know you didn't know," Hungary says. "But if they did know, I'm sure they would take advantage of you."

I slump in my seat. "How did Belarus know?"

Russia facepalms. "I'm sure America told her. I'm such an idiot, why didn't I think of the fact you and America had the Agreement between-"

"Yesss, you idiot!" Hungary hisses, snapping one of her chopsticks in half. "Because you weren't thinking at all, this could cause a huge conflict! And with America's temper, I'm sure he'll just do everything on his To-Do List and declare war on Japan, too! The poor nation just finished paying off his debts."

Debts that should have been Germany's.

"Don't give me that, Hungary," Russia says. His voice is cold and unforgiving- the voice of the Russia I know. "Japan chose to fling himself into conflict. He knew very well what could happen. Besides, this agreement is old. I forgot about it. I know it's not good."

"Well, Prussia sure as hell didn't!" Hungary screeches.

"I said I'm sorry, didn't I?"

It's awful. Hungary picks up the teapot on the table and shoves it at Russia. More music of shattering glass; people screaming. Russia takes my plate (food et al) and throws it right back. And then they're all out fighting, Russia trying to hit Hungary, Hungary defending herself and kicking at him, tossing cups and bowls. Then the restaurant owner is throwing himself between the two of them, yelling in Japanese.

Before I know it, all three of us are standing on the patch of street outside of the restaurant, the owner telling us to please please never come back until we can calm down.

"That was so great, you two," I sneer. "So great."

"S-sorry." Hungary looks embarrassed. She has some rice sticking to a strand of her hair, and a bit of blood is trickling out of a cut on Russia's forehead. "I have never done that before."

"What? Chucked teapots at Russia?" I say.

"No," she replies. "Gotten that angry."

"You totally beat like a million of my soldiers that one time with Austria or something," I say.

She laughs. "Yeah."

And suddenly all I want is to go back to that little jump in time, the place where things stopped making sense. World War Two, maybe? I want to go back to the place where two worlds split in half- the world I know and the world I'm in.

I want to go back and fix whatever's wrong there.

"Wait," I say. "About the agreement. You said America took Belarus' side? But I talked to him. After you beat up Stefan. He didn't say anything about the Agreement to me."

Russia shrugs. "He never really wanted to go through with the law as much as my little sister did. He just took her side because... he wanted to. He gave her some soldiers, gave her some aid. But I don't think he ever really cared about her. He just wanted to keep you away from me. And he doesn't really enforce the agreement as much as she does."

So he doesn't care about her? I feel bad for a second, but then I remember. Well, it's not like Belarus cares about America or anything. She only cares about Russia.

"So about this war," I say.

"Oh, I'm sure Japan will take your side," Hungary says.

"Against America?"

Russia coughs. "Remember, Prussia, you saw how they are right now..."

"Oh! Right. Why are they like that? Not awesome. When I-"

"I'm sure Japan isn't going to take over America," Hungary replies. "But they used to be a lot closer than they are now."

"What about Ukraine?" I ask, not bothering to wonder about Russia's opinion. One side has me. The other has his sister and his... whatever America is. No way in hell would he ever pick me.

"She's a whore," Hungary says brightly.

"Excuse me?" Russia growls.

Hungary's eyes widen. "O-oh. I mean, a nice whore."

"He doesn't remember, Hungary," Russia says. "And don't you dare call Ukraine a whore again. That's okay, da?"

"Remember what?" I ask as we start walking down the street.

"That you-" Hungary is interrupted by a scathing cough.

"Prussia, you've got some nerve." It's America.

"Did-" Russia begins, but America cuts him off. "Look! I didn't say anything to Belarus. Even though Prussia's the worst bastard of them all, I didn't want a war to start. I mean, with Japan, yes. But with him? No! Not right now!"

"How did Belarus find out, then?" Hungary asks, her voice skeptical.

"Dunno. I just left the meeting," America says. "Dude, there's a couple of countries in there, still trying to salvage what they can of the meeting. But it's not working. The place is a mad house. Look, there's Norway over there." He points across the street, but the Nordic is walking away from us. So the Meeting failed.

"So are you going to call of the war?" Russia asks. "Maybe try to talk some sense into Belarus?"

"Hell no," America says. "It's declared, it's broken. I didn't want this to happen, but it did. So, Prussia, prepare yourself."

"I'm sorry," I say.

America stomps his foot. "Shut up. You took everything away from me." He starts walking the other way.

He doesn't stop to look as he crosses the busy street. A car hurtles straight for him.

"America, wait!" Hungary screeches.

Russia's eyes widen. "AMERICA!"

"Wha?" America turns to his right, and for a second, I see sheer terror in his eyes as he notices the car. Out of habit, maybe it's all the years of military training or West's drills, I launch myself into the street, shoving him across to the other side, shoving him to safety, and throwing myself right into the path of the car.