[Chapter 4]

Episode: Prologue

"Uhh… I hope I'm not disturbing you, Norway, right? Well, Turkey had fallen unconscious, and I want you to check if he is ok… Oh… OK, thanks dude, I'll be waiting for you. Bye."

America closed the phone as he waited for Norway to come. Norway specialized in healthcare (especially in situations like that) and was more knowledgeable about the topic compared to most countries.

Few minutes later, Norway rushed into the room and then took Turkey to a warmer room. He checked his airway, breathing and circulation respectively, and then put the person in a recovery position. He turned Turkey's face to himself and called the ambulance immediately.

Episode: 1

There he was: With his almond colored hair, his deep blue eyes and his calm and cool attitude, it was no wonder why Finland adored him. Not to mention they were childhood friends.

"Uh, I hope I'm not disturbing you." Finland shyly opened the door to talk to Norway. "Is there something can I help with?"

"You guys could have done first aid to Turkey and then call the ambulance instead of calling me," He looked at Finland, and his voice was soothingly calm instead of angry. "Luckily, there isn't any life threatening danger. He'll be okay soon."

"Oh, thanks God." Finland felt a wave of relief on his body. He was new to NATO and seeing one of the members fall unconscious on his first day was too much for his sensitive nature. "I… I guess it was my fault."

"Your fault?" Norway raised his voice with curiosity. He looked Finland, waiting for an explanation.

"I-I mean… uhh, this wasn't what I meant…" He stammered the words in his mouth as he was getting anxious. "I mean, I told America that we should try first aid instead, but nobody heard me. I even brought a first aid book for such emergencies…" Finland let out a sigh, and then continued. "I should've raised my voice for them to hear."

Norway's gaze softened and a smile appeared on his face. "Well, it's not your fault, then," Norway started to pack his stuff in his bag. "According to my observations, America and the others doesn't treat you as one of their equal. They don't listen to your opinions often, right?"

"...Y-Yes?" Finland answered hesitantly.

"And they don't let you in their conversations, right?" Norway asked again.

"...Yes" Finland answered again, slowly considering his boundaries with other NATO countries.

"And they made fun of you for being a 'newbie' while you were playing truth or dare, am I right? Not to mention that they usually ignore you often." That was Norway's final question.

"Yes, you are right…" Finland was slowly coming to a realization. "W-wait, how do you even know the last one?"

"France told me. Also, NATO countries always has prejudices towards their new ones. I want you to know that I do not support such attitude." Norway got up from his place and shook the dust off his shirt. "Anyways, the ambulance is coming soon, I need to help them, you know. Oh, and one more thing: You don't need to blame yourself for others mistakes, got it?"

"Yeah…" Finland muttered as he wrote some numbers on a piece of paper. He was slightly flustering while doing that. When he was done, he realized that Norway has already left the room.

"Norway, w-wait!" Finland rushed to Norway.

"What's the matter, Finland?" Norway was confused and curious at the same time, was was the matter this time?

"Here's my phone number," Finland gave him the piece of paper he wrote his phone number. "Maybe we can hang out sometime…"

"Oh, thanks for that, Finland," Norway happily took the paper and put it in his pocket, and then smiled to Finland. "It's a date then."

"A d-date?!" Finland flustered a lot this time. Of course, he liked Norway a lot but a date?! Finland felt like there was butterflies in his stomach and a wave of dizziness spread out across his body. Despite his anxieties telling him that this would be a disaster, his instincts told Finland that this was going to be great.

In a few minutes, Norway took Turkey to the ambulance with other doctors. Finland watched the ambulance from the window.

Episode: 2

"Stai bene, amore mio?" Italy let out his soft voice to soothe Germany and then proceeded to put a glass of water on the ground.

The place was a bathroom, and Germany was writhing on the floor, his face covered with a towel, sobbing quietly.

"I-I'll never forget what he did to him… I'll never forget…" Germany was repeating these words while sobbing. Though it seemed like he was slowly getting calmer.

He had another triggering flashback episode where he remembered his beloved brother East Germany's death. The memories were vivid:

That day, East Germany and West Germany (Germany's old name) was drawing to a piece of paper. They lived in a low income household at the time with a deadbeat parent like N*zi Germany. They were too poor to afford colorful crayons, and their father was strictly against their creative growth outside of academic stuff, so they were drawing with lead pencils on the paper.

"You know what?" East Germany said while drawing a bird on the paper. "One day, I'll gonna be a bird and fly away from this house. Just like this one!" He showed the picture of a bird to his brother West Germany.

The idea of East Germany abandoning him terrified little West Germany. If the only person who he trusted and loved happened to become a bird and fly away from the house, what would West Germany do? He didn't wanted to be left alone at the house with his father. Without East Germany, the only activity he would have at the house would be counting hours in fear, hoping that his dad would come to home later than the usual. "No! I wouldn't let you go!" Little West Germany started to cry.

"Oh, don't worry brother," East Germany bring out a towel to wipe West Germany's tears. "I'll bring you with me too. The two of us will be adventurers! We will explore lands, seas, oceans even! There won't be anyone who will stop us. Not even our father!"

sniff* "Y-You promise?" Germany stopped crying. This time, he was filled with hope.

"I promise." Two brothers hugged eachother without knowing the upcoming disaster that will going to separate them forever.

"Kinder!" A roaring and threatening voice came from the entrance of the house. "Was zum Teufel machst du da!?"

Two brothers quickly tried to find a place to hide before their father caught them and beat them to death. West Germany was lucky; his slim and relatively small body helped him to hide in the small gap between the shelf and the couch. But East Germany wasn't that lucky. While he was trying to find a place to hide, N*zi Germany grabbed East Germany by pulling his hair.

"Wo glaubst du, dass du entkommen kannst, Kind?" Even his coarse voice was enough to create an injury on East Germany's neck. "Ich habe gestern deine Matheprüfungsergebnisse gesehen. Wie zum Teufel glaubst du, dass du damit durchkommst, hm?"

"Papa!" East Germany cried in despair, "Bitte tun Sie mir nicht weh!"

East Germany had saved himself from N*zi Germany's hand, but just when he didn't expected, N*zi Germany slapped himon the face. The slap was so hard that East Germany fell on the ground. West Germany vividly remembered the blood that erupted from East Germany's head. His funeral was held the next day. He was too young for all of this, he was too young to see his brother die in the hands of this horrible psycho… He wanted to delete this memory from his mind so bad but that particular incident (the way Turkey fell unconscious) from today triggered a huge mental breakdown.

"Come on, drink it," Italy caressed Germany's hair. "Devi calmarti, sai."

"T-thanks…" Germany slowly drank the glass of water.

"We can go home if you want, This place is too stressful for you." Italy suggested.

"Thanks, my love. But there is no need for that. I think I can handle it." Germany had certainly calmed down compared to his mental breakdown from before. But his voice was still low and shaky.

Italy softly smiled. "Ok then, but make sure to rest a while. Maybe some fresh air can help you to get better."

Italy helped Germany to get up, and the two headed to the balcony. When they get to there, Germany lighted a cigarette, and tried to think about different things.

He was grateful to have a supportive person like Italy on his side.

Episode: 3

"Oh, darn… Someone spilled my cheese puffs on the ground." France was checking if the cheese puffs were still edible after falling on the floor.

"You aren't going to eat those things, are you?" Britain was playing chess from his telephone against a bot. The Turkey incident was seemingly handled by others already, so there wasn't much thing left to do for them.

"What? Are you serious? Those are still edible! Just because they're spilled on the ground doesn't make them radioactive or something," France took one of the cheese puffs on the ground and them ate it. "Also, who could resist the perfect taste of cheese and onion?"

"You mean fromage et ognon?" Britain asked. "Without the 'I'?"

"What… did you just said?" France suddenly stopped what the hell was he doing just a second ago and gave Britain a death stare. "Did you just said… ognon?"

"Uhh, yes. Whats wrong with that?" Britain was still playing chess on his phone.

"Wasn't it how you Frenchmans spell it?"

A smirk appeared on his face.

"WHAT? NO! ITS SPELT LIKE OIGNON!!! O-I-G-N-O-N." France threw a pillow on Britain.

"Woah, chill mate. I was just using the correct one." Britain finally got up from the couch and looked at France. "I thought you guys made a minor change in your language."

"Yeah, some madlads tried to change it but the majority wouldn't allow them to make such changes that would harm our language, our cultural heritage," France stated. "Also, ognon doesn't even sound French at all!"

"But oignon is inaccurate. Ognon is more accurate in pronounciation. At least that's what I know." Britain said. He was confused.

The two argued about it for a while. Then they decided that the argument was pointless. After that, Britain and France cleaned the floor by collecting the cheese puffs from the ground.

Then suddenly, they heard someone yell.

Episode: 4

"America!" Greece was infuriated by the fact that America broke his promise.

Long time ago, when Greece and Turkey were still friends, he told America that he had feelings for Turkey. Turkey was a person who Greece could fully trust. He knew Greece had anger issues and that he could act unpredictable sometimes, but he stayed friends with him despite this. Unlike any other country, Turkey didn't view him as a psychopathic weirdo. When Greece needed some advice or help, Turkey was always available. Greece always felt comforted near him.

"What are you waiting for? Won't you confess your love to him?" America said when Greece told him about it. "You shouldn't wait further."

Greece flustered, "W-What?! Are you crazy? He would totally reject me!" even the thought of confessing to Turkey made him stir the words in his mouth. The possibilities were endless; He could reject him or maybe not… But who would want a partner who always throws tantrums and has anger issues? He was imperfect; he knew it, but if there was something he knew better than that, it would be the fact that other peoples couldn't handle unstable ones. He learned it in the hard way.

America didn't say anything, because he knew the anxiety of those negative "what if"s when you are in love. He decided to tell his feelings for Russia to Greece. The two soon became confidants of eachother. And they swore to eachother that they would never force eachother to confess their love interests.

But this time, this goddamn time, America broke his promise by pulling this "prank" in the sleepover. Or wait, was the whole point of this sleepover was to make Greece closer to Turkey!?

"Woah, what the hell, dude?" America was startled by Greece.

He grabbed America's collar and slammed him to the wall. "Why the hell did you broke our promise, huh?" one of many things Greece would not tolerate in this life was betrayal of trust.

"P-Promise!? What promi- wait a minute…" America acted like he has finally comes to a realization. "Oh, I totally forgot about it." America's clumsy lie didn't made Greece feel any better. He threw America to the ground and then kicked his balls. The immense pain in his balls made America scream. Right before Greece was preparing to throw a punch on America's face, America stopped him.

"W-Wait, I can explain dude. Please let me explain!"

Greece stopped, "...Fine, I hope you have a good explanation for this." he said.

America explained him the situation: "You know that I was in love with Russia, right? Well, our enmity became so bad to the point that if I confessed to him he would probably hate me even more and would think I am a pathetic bitch, plus that would destroy my public image. So I throw this sleepover party so you wouldn't end up in the same pathetic situation. But, uhh… I guess that was a pretty shitty thing to do, right?"

Greece frowned, and then sighed, "At least you can admit your own stupidity." and then continued, "But you misunderstood the entire situation. Turkey doesn't hate me, its vice versa."

America was confused, Greece said that he was in love with Turkey before. And now he hated him?! "Wait… what?"

Greece had to explain it to America, "Look, eve since Turkey started to date my brother, Cyprus, my love for him ceased to zero. You know that I hate it when someone betrays my feelings."

"Betraying your feelings?" America said, "You didn't even confessed to him. How was he supposed to know you're in love with him?" he thought a little bit, and then realized something. "Wait a minute, or… are you jealous?" A grin appeared on America's face. His instincts told him that Greece was lying.

Greece flustered, "Me?! Jealous?! Absolutely not!" He looked away, fearing America may see him flustering. "Look, I don't have any feelings for him anymore, ok? Now let's close this fucking topic!" Greece rushed out of the room.

Just like America thought, Greece was a bad liar too. And he still had feelings for Turkey.