Disclaimer: Still don't own it…
Germany looked at his notes with a smile, for once they had gotten something done and the sense of accomplishment was amazing. "Good work everyone, we have done a lot today and a good rest is in order." Everyone sighed in relief and with small smiles of victory, for once it felt like they did the impossible and that impossible was working together. Germany watched as the other nations left the meeting room, they all seemed happy but tired, was working together really that tiring? In a way he kind of found that sad.
"West?" slowly turning his head Germany gave his brother his full attention "You going to bed?" The German shrugged his shoulders "I'm tired but not tired…does that make sense?" Prussia gave his brother a lopsided grin then returned his shrug "I dunno, did it make sense to you?" Germany sighed then hid his face in his arms "Nothing makes sense anymore, why would Russia do this? I know he seemed crazy in away but I didn't think he would do something like this!"
Prussia growled then looked away, of course his brother would think that, he's never seen the true side of the Russian. "Yeah well I'm going to bed." Germany watched his brothers retreating form with confusion, did he do something wrong? "Bruder?" Prussia paused "it's nothing, I just need some rest…See you in the morning ja?" Germany furrowed his brow in worry but didn't question it, answering back with a small 'ja' Germany watched Prussia leave the room, leaving him all alone.
/.-.\\
Norway watched Finland.
The smaller Nordic had staring at the wall blankly for the past half hour. Norway's facial expression may have said 'touch me you die' but on the inside he was insanely worried. Finland had refused to eat, sleep, drink, and talk! All he could get was shake of the head and the occasional glare, which was slightly unnerving. Did he do something wrong? He didn't piss any of the Nordics off (that was Denmark's job) he had been fairly nice…as nice as he could be at least. So why was Finland being so prissy?
"So I'm guessing you're not going to tell me anything?" Finland glanced at Norway, eyes slightly narrowed before he snapped them back to the wall. "Can you at least tell me what happened to Sweden?" Finland's shoulders tensed and Norway didn't fail to notice, the smaller Nordic was shaking and seemed to be breathing faster and faster by the minute.
Norway walked up to Finland's seated position in the desk chair he had been occupying. His brown eyes were filled with tears but were just as blank as they had been since he got there. "Tino?" Finland's eyes looked straight into Norway's, the other barely used his human name, why use it now? "You know you can tell me anything, we're family, right?"
Tinos bottom lip started to quiver, his shaking seemed to get worse. Before he knew it, he had his arms wrapped around the Norwegians neck, his face buried in the others chest, and tears were streaming down his face. Norway was surprised but he didn't say anything, instead he wrapped his arms awkwardly around the others back. "I-I… h-h-he…I-I'm…I-it h-happened so f-fast, I'M SO SORRY!" Norway stood there mildly confused, patting Finland's back, the Norwegian whispered soothing words into the others ear."
"It's okay, everything will get better soon."
/.-.\\
Denmark leaned against the door, head slightly bowed with his hair covering his eyes. What happened to Sweden that had got poor Finland into tears like that? Denmark couldn't remember the last time he had seen Finland cry but he knew for a fact that he didn't like the sight of it. He didn't like any of it, any of this! He wanted this to stop, he wanted this all to stop. He wanted to go home and laugh with Finland while Norway and Iceland called him an idiot, and Sweden hid his laugh behind his hand while amazingly keeping his face straight. He wanted to out drinking with Prussia and England and watch as England got really drunk off his third glass. He wanted EVERYTHING to go back the way it was.
"Hey dude, you okay?" Denmark's head snapped up, blue eyes staring into blues. "Bro, are you crying?" America asked eyes filled with worry, Denmark brought a hand to his face gasping when he felt the wetness of his tears. "Denmark?" The older nation wiped his face with his sleeve, shaking his head he gave the younger nation a small smile. "It's okay…I'm okay, just a little emotional." America chuckled "you sound like you're on your period." Denmark's smile grew "don't make fun of the menstrual cycle, it's a very serious thing."
The two laughed, making the older nation feel a lot better "you've matured…" America raised a brow, "Matured?" Denmark nodded "during the whole meeting you were so calm! You weren't yelling out random ideas and you were actually cooperating." America shrugged his shoulders "I guess that's because this whole thing that we're in is really complicated that making a hero will surprisingly not fix this." The two were silent for a while, both thinking about the day and how it had been.
"America?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't grow up too quickly."
America raised a brow "What do you mean don't grow up to quickly, the hero has to grow up to be the best!" Denmark chuckled as the younger nation ranted on about 'heroes' and 'growing up' but what he saw creeping up behind the younger nation made his chuckling halt.
"America!"
/.-.\\
"Come on Prussia, if you become one with me we can have everything!" The albino shook his head, his teeth grinding as he listened to the Russians words. "NO SHUT UP, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Prussia fell to his knees, his head between his hands.
"But we can have everything."
"NO STOP!"
"You can become a nation again, don't you want that? To have a nation status again?" Prussia could feel the tears prick the corner of his eyes but he refused to let them fall, he would not show this bastard any weakness! "I would never betray my brother just to become a nation!"
"What if your brother lost his status too?"
The Russians voice had grown cold, the sharp tone sending shivers down his back. "Don't even think about touching my brother or-"
"Or you'll what? What can you do? You have no armies, no weapons, you are nothing! If you become one with me, I can give you everything…"
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"I'm sorry Prussia, I can't do that…"
"TOUCH HIM I SWEAR TO GOD!"
"Pota…"
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"Potato…"
"LUDWIG!"
"POTATO BASTARD!"
/.-.\\
Prussia's head snapped up, tripping over his own feet the albino lost his balance almost toppling over, "Whoa there!" Prussia turned his gaze to the Italian standing next to him
"Romano?"
The southern Italian scoffed "yeah bastard it's me." Prussia still looked confused, the confused look made Romano roll his eyes. "I saw you standing here leaning on the wall, you seemed to be asleep…so I woke you up."
Prussia scratched the top of his head still a little confused, he probably fell asleep thinking about their situation. "Thanks for waking me then…" Romano shrugged his shoulders "It was no problem, anyone could have done it." Prussia watched the Italian carefully, he seemed to be fidgeting. "Is something wrong?" Romano partially glared at the albino, too worried to actually be 'mad' at him.
"Have you seen Feli? I've been searching everywhere but I can't find him." Prussia's brow creased, he knew the older Italian was really worried, he only ever called Feliciano 'Feli' when he was. "When was the last time you saw him?" Romano's fidgeting stopped slightly, "the last time I saw him was during the meeting, he left the room so quickly that I couldn't keep up with him." Prussia nodded his head "Well Ita-chan couldn't have gotten far maybe-"
"America!"
/.-.\\
"Hey England?" the Brit stopped walking and turned in confusion, "Italy?" The Italian smiled up at the Brit his eyes full of despair. "I was just wondering…when something makes you sad, how do you become happy again?" England's eyes widen, out of all the people the Italian could have asked, he decided to ask him? "Um…I don't know, why ask me?" Italy's eyes fell to the floor "You've just seem to have been through so much, yet you still have a smile on your face…at times."
England was at a lost for words "Uh thank you, this may seem depressing but they always get better, you just need to grin and bare it." Italy nodded, grin and bare it, he could do that. "Okay…one more thing?" England nodded his head "Yes, what is it?" Before the Italian could utter a word, a shout was heard coming from sown the hall.
"That sounded like Denmark…" England muttered to himself quite perplexed. The two countries glanced at each other then dashed down the hall.
Neither prepared for what they were about to face.
A/N: Ciao~ the next chapter is here! I'm sorry if things seem a bit slow but it will pick up. I have never written the Nordics before so I'm not really sure on their personality, if someone could PM me on how their personality is really, that would be greatly appreciated. I did make this a bit longer, so I hope this makes you all happy
So until the next chapter hasta la pasta~