Pardon for the delay. I realized along these past 4 years that I rather read than write. But alas. Want to end this story so I will continue onward. Enjoy. Happy summer greetings to all.

I don't own hetalia.

Chapter 8: Back at the Meeting

The first one to stir was Prussia. He was the only one literally belly up on the uncomfortable stairs leading to the top tier of the room. Since he wasn't a legit true nation he didn't hold a high standing and was usually shuttled to the back for meetings. This didn't bother Prussia one bit though for he found it was the supreme spot for playing cards, napping, eating soup and anything while the meeting was in heated debate. With the back emergency door literally next to him, Prussia also found it easy to take as many manly important bathroom breaks as needed whereas the rest of the nations would have to make the trip to the front of the room: all while broadcasting their bladder activity. A big no for Prussia for he was just cool and above that.

Prussia stirred his spine stiffening from the strange positioning his back was in. It was only a matter of time before his back couldn't handle this strange sleeping position any longer. So Prussia groggily opened his eyes before he quickly shut them again realizing he was now the father of a massive headache.

"HOLY… man…what a trip that was. Huh…wait a second. Where am I? I'm not drunk. I know when I'm drunk. Um…the ceiling looks different. It doesn't have my awesome self-portrait hanging on it so I'm not in my room. Where was I last? Actually…did… Hungary hit me with her pan again? owwww."

He slowly sat up from the stairs realizing he was slowly sliding backwards. Good thing I woke just now or that would have ruined my beautiful back. He began rubbing his temples as if it were the secret to relieving his pain. It made no difference. He gingerly got up and began to slowly inspect his surroundings.

"Why is everything so god-damn blurry? I don't think I drank anything that powerful cause then I'd wanna remember. Ah wait… who…? Everyone is asleep too? Wait, wait, wait…I don't ever recall all of us ever taking naps together in unison. So we are still in the meeting room. But the lights are off. Oh! So I guess we really are taking a unison nap. Ahaha, hey! It's sort of like the preschool activity that schools do nowadays. We should have these more and less of me sleeping on the floor though and more cookie breaks! Oh- the cookie breaks! Now that would be awesome!"

Prussia was muttering to himself imagining the hot freshly baked cookies from France since he always liked France's cooking the best but he felt a twinge coming from the location of his bladder and decided it was a good time to hit the manly bathroom. And so he needed to relieve himself and started to walk down the steps when he noticed Germany and Spain splayed out on the floor. Humming like the true champion he is, as he came closer he said,

"Hey Spain, my man. You're definitely going to catch a cold if you just keep laying there. You too, Bro! Seriously, what's up with you guyssss?" As Prussia came closer to Germany and Spain near to the bottom of the room a strange fear began to overtake him. It was a sensation Prussia didn't like but recognized. He had gone to war before and it was the same feeling of seeing a comrade take a hit and fall gently to the floor. Sweat suddenly began as he quickly found himself dashing down the stair, jumping over paper cups and arms that were flung out from other bodies on floor.

This was starting to seem surreal and much like a video game. A video game that Prussia would have probably loved but not having it literally played out in actual life.

"Oh my god. OHMYGOD."

Prussia's rising high pitched voice turned into abrupt screaming as he screamed for his brother and Spain.

"SPAINNNNNNNN! BROTHERRR!"

Since Spain was the nearest Prussia quickly knelt down and checked his pulse. He lifted Spain's limp and discolored hand and searched for a pulse. The pulse felt weak but it was barely stable. With concern dripping from his words a shaking Prussia began to talk to himself more so to Spain.

"Oi oiiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iii… S-Spain, w-what happened to you? You look like you've had a b-boxing match with a kitten or eaten by a chiwawa! H-hey can you h-hear me? Of course, you can't. You're knocked out. But you're okay… you're going to be okay. You're stable. You're stable… You're totally fine. This isn't even happening. It's not."

With denial rising Prussia began to poke Spain's face just like he used to for their adult- friend sleepovers. On the 4th attempt, Spain stirred- barely opened one his eyes. His gaze was dull and cloudy but he looked at a Prussia's torn and crying face. Spain tried to smile to let the Prussian know he was awake but the muscles in his face didn't seem to want to move. It was such an effort at all to even have opened one eye let alone be conscious.

"Come on. Come on. Give me anything to work on here. Come on! A nudge? A whisper? Please just give me a sign that you're not DEAD! SPAIN! At least respond. I don't want to look like some weirdo who talks to himself!"

Spain looked dead- discoloration running amok throughout his body and his face. Purple, grey, and a little bit of red for decoration. Prussia closed his eyes with his neck craning downward as if a sudden weight fell on top of his head. He began to cry a little more softly and wiped his tears from his eyes back and forth.

They won't stop falling, Prussia miserably thought.

"Spain, come onnow…you're making me look like a loser…because the last time I checked crying is not awesome…"

With a rush of last desperation to wake up his dear friend Prussia screamed, "Spain…Spain…SPAIN!" Prussia's hands began to tremble as he kept nudging Spain, urging him to make a sound, an anything.

Spain coughed suddenly and Prussia couldn't help but hug the man.

Before Spain passed out again he managed to tell Prussia softly, "Dios…Prussia…did you ever know…that…you scream like…a girl? Could you stop…that…maybe?"

Prussia reddened and was about to unembrace himself from Spain when Spain said then hurriedly as if knowing he was going to pass out, "Wait, wait… Prussia, don't call anyone outside…something's strange. Wait…Where….where….is…America? America? Is he… Did he…get…," but before Spain could finish he drifted off into sleep. Prussia looked and saw that Spain had passed out. Prussia was now much more relieved than before having heard Spain speak but clear worry marked his face.

"Don't call anyone outside?"

Prussia blew his nose into a napkin he pulled out from his pocket. He wiped his eyes knowing the tears were stopping.

B-But I have to call someone! We've been attacked! But…wait a minute….the only ones that know we are here are our bosses. This was an emergency meeting because of the tank in the markets… oh. Oh. Our bosses…the only ones that know that we were… Well dammit Spain! What should I do!? Our bosses must have been on this then. There could have been no other way.

[Light bulb lights*]

"Oh."

"OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Shittttttttttttt. Okay, okay, calm down Spain. !? I mean, Prussia! I mean, CALM DOWN MY BEAUTIFUL SELF.

Shit, am I losing it?

Our Bosses! Someone set us up! Well I'll be dammed! But who? Or was it all of them? Okay, think s-ssssol-lut-tionnnnnnn! Well, maybe turning on the lights should be a one on the things to do. Maybe waking up the rest of the nations should be considered as a two. And three should still be going to the bathroom. Or maybe that should be one? And brother's sleeping. I know he's okay from the way he is breathing normally like the rest of them."

Prussia peered over his shoulder and glanced in the utmost concern in every direction. Sleeping nations wouldn't normally bother him so much. But this is a pastime of the night. Not the day. Not today. Not the way it happened. Ever.

"Uh…this is too much…for the awesome me to handle alone."

Prussia rubbed his forehead finally relieved that his headache was weakening but there would have to be a whole lot of more awesome not deadly things to happen to get fully rid of it.

He got up with intention of actually getting stuff done but… "Have to unload the stress in my bladder first. Bladder of mine… lead the way."