Author's notes:

Hello everyone! So sorry I didn't upload this sooner. But you wouldn't believe this writer's block for the plot. However, it seemed like a good plot to continue so I finally got it going again! Hopefully you enjoy it. Just bear in mind that I kind of suck at writing. Well, won't keep you from it. Go on. Hop to it.

Chapter 2: To Spain's Surprise

Back at the conference, Germany halts the meeting for a lunch intermission. Down at the buffet table, there is a variety of colorful and delicious looking snacks to choose from. Usually for drinks there would also be a variety but this time it was only a huge bowl of hot pink pineapple ginger ale punch. Finland being the first at the table timidly pours a small amount to his paper cup. Amazingly it tasted so very delicious. Finland drank the whole thing in less than ten seconds and took two more paper cups to pour more. Which is a smart move since if he'd want more later on, there is a whole lot of nations in this room. Sweden asks what is the holdup two people behind as Finland answers, "Oh man, Sweden! You've got to try this! It's a mother of a punch." Moving along, those behind Finland pour their selves the delicious elixir and there is plenty to go around.

The rest of the nations passing down by the word of mouth, welcome the drink without another thought. Soon everyone is smacking their lips or gave nods of appreciation. Also the turkey that China made this day actually was quite juicy too. No complaints all around.

Germany quickly getting back to the podium decides to commence the meeting again before everyone gets too riled up. Germany's orders rang in the air while everyone made way back to their seats. Climbing up the stairs is a satisfied Romano. He is so satisfied he thought that he'd even do something nice for good for nothing napping Spain. Romano sits down and lays next to Spain's head a drink.

"Hey Spain, wake up. I brought some punch… for you."

Silence.

Romano is ticked that Spain didn't hear his words of niceness and nudges Spain on the shoulder. After doing this politely for more than long enough, Romano's little white puffs of steam begin to escape furiously from his head. With one last attempt he asks,

"Spain…Spain…I got you a drink. Spain. No seriously get up you moron…grrrr..."

Silence, but something snaps.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK UP YOU MORON! Get up, dammit! Pay attention to what's being said! I'm being nice to you for once, dammit!"

Spain wakes up; his eyes still close. He mumbles groggily, "That black hole is going to destroy the whole galaxy? Amer..." That is when Spain realizes that what he is watching now is not the majestic explosion of a black hole, but the inside of his eyelids. He opens them and the familiar scene of the UN meeting room comes brightly to sight. Spain slowly sits upward and yawning whiling stretching saying to snoozing America beside him, "That was such a wonderful dream. Too bad it had to end so soon right? Although for you it continues, probably. Huh? What did you say Romano?" Spain looks at Romano with a strikingly colder expression than intended. For he really didn't want to get up just yet. America and he were just about to reach a black hole that had commenced its final countdown. They were going to see it eat up a galaxy, but not ever again. And all because Romano… Woke. Him. Up. Romano is always cute, but this time, he just wasn't to Spain. Romano's angry eyes soften as he said solemnly, "Spain, why are you looking at me like that? Stop it. Stop it. STOP ITTTTTTTTT!"

Romano shoves Spain to the side and darts away from him. Still in a bit of a daze Spain yells to the fleeing Romano, "Wait! ROMANNNOOO!"

What did I do now? Oh Romano is quite a handful today. He's running out of the meeting it seems. Better catch him.

Spain abruptly gets up toppling over his chair and sprints for Romano. The meeting stops with Germany screaming, "What the hell is going ON?"

Romano runs out onto the hallway and skids his left as he tries to catch himself from falling.

"Errrrrr! SHIT! Stupid floors being all waxy. I oughta yell at the cleaning lady for cleaning too much! No wait…that's what she is supposed to do…ARGHHHHHH!"

Then Spain makes his entrance to the corridor, also skidding at full speed to his left as Romano did. However, this is where Romano and he differ. Spain fails to stop. So he side-crashes into a poor and unsuspecting palm tree and they both crash to the ground with a huge CRASH*. Even with dirt now all over, Spain did not miss a beat. He winces as he yells out for Romano.

"RO-maannnn-O? Come on! What did I ?"

Romano still running ahead narrows his eyes as he mutters, "That stupid bastard. Why did he look at me like that? He never looked at me like that before. His eyes were so…vicious. It was as if I took something important way. Does he hate me, that tomato loving motherfucker…? Wah. Why are my legs lagging, I…something's wrong…" and with his body losing function, Romano falls flat cold head first onto the marble floor. Spain remain very still until his mind processed what happened in the last three seconds. The words that occur in his heads are, "What happened. Could he have had a heart attack? Why did Romano fall?"

Spain wiping off the dirt from his face wobbled himself forward. He whispered, "Romano?"

Louder. "Romano?" No answer.

Spain is breaking for Romano when he hears a collective crash coming from the UN meeting room. Spain abruptly stops and held his breathe for a second. The air suddenly felt chill as he feels his hairs prick up. The silence is deafening. He doesn't think he ever heard the place with this unnatural silence.

What is with this silence? Spain thinks.

He cranes his neck back to the door that he just left through barely moments ago. Spain glances back at Romano's seemingly sleeping body and mouths almost in apology, "Jus-ss-t wait a second. I will be right back after whatever it is."

With invited caution, Spain timidly walks toward the doors of the entrance. Stopping at the door and through the gap he asks firmly, trying to stop out the riding fear in him, "EVERYBODY ALRIGHT?" Spain enters and asks playfully, "Everybody what's… going ON? EVERYBODY?"

Spain's green eyes widen as he sees France on the floor. Next to him lay England face down on the steps. Austria toppled over his desk. Germany, no! Everyone has fallen over and lost consciousness at once? That couldn't possibly be. Everyone's dead?

"QUE EN DIABLO PASO," Spain screams as he rushes to the nearest nation. Lithuania on the desk is shaken violently and Spain stops shaking him as he gets no response. With that, Lithuania became limp again.

They are not dead, right? Let me check. Spain quickly lowers his ear and listens to Lithuania's breathing. He is breathing which means in neon lights inside Spain's mind, ALIVE. Spain's expression softens as he mutters to himself, "Alive. Alive."

Spain jerks his head up and really let's everything sink in.

Time to examine what is happening. Everyone is on the floor check. Most likely not dead. Check. Okay, slight up and down chest movements from Japan, England, Germany, and everyone else. Just gotta check everyone though, as his eyes travel up to sideways to down.

Crying from happiness, he wipes them away and reassures himself by saying to the silence, "They're alive. Who was I kidding? They couldn't have died. Pfffff. That's just outright ridiculous. So silly of me to think… that. Just. So. Silly."

Okay yeah. They're alive. But what happened? Everything was fine. So why did they all collapse at the same time? That very fact is unheard of.

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