Hello~ Everyone! Now I remember writing this a long time ago and I thought why not share it with you all. I wrote this on Deviant Art before so no copy writes intended. I believe so... Welp, enjoy!

-Year: 2017

There, in a hallway was a commotion. A commotion of people yelling, arguing, or blaming each other for something. Something that is what most weak and strong nations fear. War. Yes, war is what everyone is fearful of. The meeting itself could turn into World War 3, if whoever is behind of the bomb attack on Sweden, Italy, and more. But no one doesn't seem to see is someone who is sitting way back of the room.

A man, with messy blond hair and eyes like emerald, sat way back from everyone. He looks over at the people who were fighting over on this upcoming war... at least what he thinks. His ears pick up as he sees a friend of his speaking up.

"Whoever is behind this, show yourself and tell us what you want!" Said a man, with white hair as snow and eyes that are red. A bond headed man places his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Bruder," He spoke in a reasonable way, "A terrorist wouldn't show himself- or herself- to the world like that."

"Actually," A Russian accent spoke in the room. Everyone looks over at the man as his violet eyes glim is a childish manner. The nations wait for him to continue on with his speech, but that's when they wish he didn't, "I'm the one who been bombing Sweden, Italy, Switzerland, and so on. A teachable lesson for you all for just becoming one with me and no one will get hurt."

"THE HELL YOU WILL!" Yelled a Danish man. His eyes once were full of fear when he heard the Russian speaking, but now his oceanic blue eyes are filled with revenge and hatred. The Russian man smirk as some others joined in as well. The emerald eye man glares hard at his old ally. His old friend.

"You..." The man spoke. Everyone looks over at him as the man spoke in his British accent, "... You're the reason that Amicera is in the hospital right now! Is it, Russia?" The said man chuckled at the British man.

"Da and I'm not the only one who wants more than the ones who want to become one with me," More nations stand up with Russia and smirk at everyone as well. Turkey, Belarus, Romania, and so much more all stand next to Russia. There weren't many other nations who are with Russia and the others. Russia bid them a far well and pull out a remote, "I hope you all can survive one last bomb attack." And Russia press is.

If it wasn't for the Norwegian man, who place a spell over his family and the others who are not with Russia, then everyone would be weak and can't defend themselves. The Danish man hair was messier than usual. Looking over at his family, he sees his Swedish brother and his Finnish brother coughing over the smoke and his Norwegian (Lover) brother is helping out his Icelandic brother.

"May the gods curse that damn Romanian," The Norwegian spoke out in a disappointing and frustrated voice.

"No one wouldn't have seen this coming, Norge," The Danish man told him.

"Denmark is right," The Finnish man told Norway, "No one would have seen it coming." Norway cleans his brother off as he growls in betrayed and hurt.

In another group, an Austrian started to shout out how he will get revenge on his clothes (He seriously bought them yesterday. Why would you do that Austria?). An ex-nation look around for his little brother, but after a few minutes, he saw his brother.

"West!" The ex-nations praise his little brother. Happily, he's alive.

"Put me down!" The German told him. The ex-nation did what his brother asks him to.

"I can't believe this... happen..." The Austrian spoke out as he looks what was left of the building.

"When I see Russia again, I will give him a piece of my mind!" The ex-nation declared. The German grunt in agreement as the Austrian look through the destroyed building. Hoping other strong nations have survived the bomb. He saw the Nordic family, England, Canada, Spain, and some others.

Denmark saw England, as for England saw Prussia, and Prussia saw the other two. He walks through the bricks as he tries to meet up with the guys. Denmark made it through, with a small help from Norway who notices the rest of Denmarks friends, and he had a very. Very. Very pissed off look.

"If Russia is responsible for all of these attacks... I'm going to kill him."

-Time Skip-

Year: 2020

It has been three years since the war started. England walks into the warehouse that he is to meet up. He finally made an alliance, as America... had made him do after he died... Memories are beginning to make England cry and felt responsible. But he now has allies. Canada and Spain so far, but he needs someone who has more experience in wars like this. Someone who is a reasonable leader. Someone who held their government for years... America made an alliance with them and once friends with these nations. Opening the doors, England saw Denmark and Prussia. Prussia standing at the end of the table as Denmark sitting to the left side of the table. There were also Germany, Austria, Norway, and Iceland sitting at the table. England smile as Prussia nod over to him.

"England," The ex-nations spoke clear, "It has been a long time since..." England nod as Spain and Canada came up behind.

"I'm not here to tell you how much we all have lost," England started. Two years ago, Sweden had struck badly that he had to surrender to Russia as Finland had passed away. Switzerland had almost succeeded but his little sister has been attacking multiple times that he did not notice. Thus surrender to Russia. America got out of the hospital after his recovery, but he didn't rest like his brother, Canada, had told him many times. Even France had tried to go after Russia but he had been reported that he was shot in the head by a high power sniper.

"I'm not even here to lose to my country. I'm here to win... Win for our friends and family... Win for our loved ones... Win for us, and show everyone how much focused we have put together. So I'm going to make this clear for you all... I'm not ready to lose my country over the Soviet Union. Not today," England finish his speech to the nations in the room. Prussia walks over as everyone watches what he is about to do.

Putting out a hand, England took it and gave Prussia a strong shake.

"Welcome to the winning side, England," Prussia told him. England nod as he felt tears coming up in his eyes. They all took their seats as Prussia starts to pull out the maps were which countries have been taken over or destroyed by Russia's power. They all made a plane that they should do before they do it. They all first save the weak countries from the ones that are ruled by Romania, Turkey, and Belarus. Then Denmark and England will go after any weak points from Russia's allies and take them over before they could take over their territories again. Prussia will scope out Russia's main base and see where and when to attack, find any weak points around the said area. Then finally... Russia will be paying the price for not only just to America and Finland, but to everyone else as well. The group all agree to this plan and were ready to set out to save the world from Russia.

A couple weeks later, Switzerland was trying to help his sister escape but he been found by Belarus men and took a hard beating. He was knock out cold as Lichenstein was crying over her brother's body. Before the men could drag the girl away from her brother and take her somewhere else, one of them was shot in the head. Lichenstein looks up and saw Norway and Germany firing out their guns at the small group.

"Mr. Germany! Mr. Norway!" Lichenstein yelled and took hold in Germany strong built.

"It's okay, Lichenstein, it's okay," Germany told the girl in his arms. Norway walks over to Switzerland body and taps his shoulders to see if he's awake. The Swiss opened his eyes barely and saw the emotionless look from Norway.

"You're okay?" Norway asked. Switzerland just glared at him.

"Where were you guys when my sister needed to be saved?" Norway picks him up as a military truck drove up to the group. There sat Canada and Iceland in the front seat.

"Austria and Spain are in the back. England and Prussia are getting Netherlands and his family from Romania's territories. As for Denmark-"

"He went to get Sweden, didn't he," Germany spoke dully at Iceland.

Sweden was thrown a punch at the face hard by the Turkish man.

"The once so strong Swedish man has given up already?" Turkey said. Sweden was no longer in the cold regions of his homeland, he was in Egypt. Where it was so hot that he could die right now. He felt his blood dripping off from his mouth as he spits it out.

"I don't get it..." Sweden spoke as much his voice will allow him, "Why would you... Team up with Russia... When you're like... a father to Iceland?" Turkey smirk as he kicked Swedens face to the ground. Leaning over to Swedens face, he spoke, "If you could feel how much power you are given, then you could rule the world. Have people bow down to your knees and them server you is the best to feel you are respected as a king."

"Only the king goes wack and doesn't realize his people are leaving him because he was drunk on power." Said a firmer voice. Sweden's eyes try to look over as he sees a figure that looks familiar. His hair was high up and in his hand is a battle axe. It was Denmark...

Denmark walks up to Turkey as Turkey pulled out his sword from his sheave. He too walks up to his enemy and swung at the Danish man. Only Denmark blocked the strike and use his battle axe to pull the long sword out of the Turkish hands. Turkey did a double backflip to retrieve his sword. Denmark swung his axe again as Turkey pray. The dual seems like hours as the two fought. Denmark tried to find the Turkish weak spot while he fought him. He did however found it was the mask that Turkey is wearing. Turkey would adjust as much as he can while fighting. There got to be a reason for him to keep fixing his mask. Denmark swings his axe at the Turkish face; splitting the mask in half. Turkey cried in pain as he held his face and drop the sword. Denmark race over to his brother's body that Sweden seems to be alive.

"Sve?" Denmark asked in a worried voice, "Come on Sve, tell me you're alive!" Sweden raises his hand up to Denmark's tie and yanked it hard. Causing Denmark to burst out laughing and trying to breathe through the Swedish grip.

"Denmark…" Sweden spoke in a rasped voice, "Where is… The others?" Denmark pulled his brother's hair back and try not to bring up the news to Sweden. How can he tell him that his wife- that Finland is dead?

"Sweden… Finland is… Finland didn't make it," Denmark spoke out as he tries not to cry. Sweden grips on Denmark's shirt and glared at him hard.

"Let me take you back home. Norge and Ice are still alive- we are here to save you!" before Sweden could say a word to Denmark, a gunshot was heard. It all happens in slow motion, Sweden pushes his brother over as he took the bullet in his chest. Turkey held a gun his hands as his green eyes were showing. He smirks evilly as Denmark look over at Sweden body. Crying out in Danish words for Sweden to stay alive, Sweden only places a hand on Denmark's chest.

"I'll… tell Fin… You all… Said… Hej…" Sweden breathes out.

"Nei, Nei, Nei!" Denmark yelled at him, "You're not going to die on me, Sve! Not today!" But it was too late. The once tall Swedish man closed his sea green eyes... and never open them up again. Denmark cried as he pulls his brother into his arms. He was too late... too late to save Sweden. Turkey laughs as he didn't seem to notice that Denmark pull out a gun to his face and the laugh died out...

"I will avenge you, Sve... That is a promise I will make for you and Finland..."

Prussia and England hid behind crates that directly belong to Romania. Boxes full of weapons and ammo. Even some vlies of some sort. England took some and place them in his pocket, without Prussia knowing. The duo started to hear voices from the containers. Then it started to shout out in Romanian.

"Where is the ingredient," England... translated? Prussia looks over his shoulder with an odd look.

"I was friends with him, remember," England stated.

"Ja, Ja I know," Prussia told him as he looks back at the voices, "You and Norge were friends with him and you guys will fight over Harry Potter, and some other stuff."

"Focus on the mission, Prussia," England told him. They watch the screen as Romania walk over to a chair. A chair that has Netherlands sitting there.

"You said that the ingredient, of the nuclear bomb that almost destroyed Japan, was kept somewhere in your city. I find that hard to believe that, Ned!" Romania yelled at him. Netherlands eyes were covered and his arms are tied behind his back. The Dutch didn't say a word, which made Romania scuff at him.

"Not going to beg? Beg for me to spare your siblings lives and such? How pathetic are you?!" Romania slapped the Dutch hard on his face. Someone walks behind the shadows, which made both England and Prussia felt their hearts raise up... and into their stomachs when they see a site of an old friend.

"Roumanie, l'amour," The man spoke in French and place a hand on Romania shoulders, "You don't need to hurt the poor Dutchman. That's not going to get you anywhere, even if you kill his family." England watches the blond hair bonce as the French man whispered something in the Romanian ears. England can't believe it. France is alive. ALIVE! He is alive and walking! This only made England want to cry... and want to kill France for betraying him and murder their son, America. Prussia heard a gun click over by England, only made him feel nervous about what is about to happen next.

"This wasn't part of the plan," Prussia whispered.

"Plan or not, we are going to save them. Whether you like it or not, Prussia," England said loud and clear at him. Prussia watches England walk out of the shadows and pointing the gun at both Romania and France. Romania smirk as he turned around and look at his old friend.

"My my, Iggy," He started, "It been a long time since I saw you. Right after America been reported dead if I'm not mistaken?" This made England pissed off and put his finger on the trigger.

"You say nothing about America, you bloody vampire nation," England told him coldly. Romania moved his hands to his chest and pretend to be shot at.

"Oh, Iggy, you've wounded me," Romania spoke in a babyish voice, which he made a smirk on his face and pull out his gun. Pointing it at England's face.

"But I'm afraid that you would be the one who will be wounded. Not me," Prussia wanted to come out of the corner and help England, but he is torn between on leaving England and find the others, or... No, he couldn't! He wouldn't dare to!

"Shit," Prussia cuss under his breath. He looks up and saw the spotlight and a leaver to unloosen it. Pointing the gun carefully, he made his target and ready to fire it. Once fired, the spotlight started to fall down on Romania and France. They moved back as England jump over to push Netherlands over to the other side. Luckily the untieing part wouldn't be a problem anymore. Netherlands removed his blindfold and look at England.

"Lux and Bel," He started, "They should be in aisle 39A. About to be shipped off to Russia very soon," England nod as he pulls Netherlands up and ran over to Prussia.

"Get out of here," England yelled at him. Prussia and Netherlands both ran out of the aisle and went to find Luxembourg and Belguim. England saw Romania was about to get up, but a hard kick came to Romania face. England walks over to France's body and places his foot on him.

"All of my life, I was hoping you would be alive. Until the news that you died I was devastated..." England lean down to France's face and gave him a cold glare, "Now I see you really are just a coward. A coward who thinks it's okay to try and kill our son- MY son America when he just got better and you went after him like he was nothing to you." England brought the gun to France's face as France was whimpering. But he just turns his whimper into a laugh. An evil laugh that was making England a little bit shaking up from his gun.

"Oh, Angleterre," France started, "If you could see what we have stored for you in the future, you would go dance on the beach while naked," England growled and fired his gun... the laughter stops as he looks at France dead body.

"I'll see you in Hell,"

Prussia got the family back as he, England, and the others made it back to their base. Switzerland was getting medical treatment from Austria as Litchenstien was sitting next to her big brother. Norway and Iceland were talking about things as Germany were with Canada and Spain. Spain was the first to notice Prussia return and England seems a little shaken.

"England, Prussia." Spain walks forward over to them as Netherlands gave him a glare. Belguim jumps into Spain's arms and hugs him.

"I'm so glad you're alright, Spain!" Belguim cried out. Spain hugged her back as he looks at the two.

"What happen?" He asks. Prussia look over at England will a look.

"You been quiet the entire trip back, what did you do back there?" Prussia asked England. England looks at the ground as he whips his eyes.

"I...I killed him..." Prussia places his hands on his head as Spain look confuse. He gently pries off Belguim off and told her to go with the others.

"Who did you killed?"

"Remeber Francy Pants, he was still alive and was working with Russia," Prussia spoke out for England. Spain just places his hands on his face and look back up at them.

"Where's Denmark and Sweden?" Prussia asked to change the subject. Spain looks at the ground as Norway came up.

"Sweden's dead..." Norway spoke out. Prussia and England look at Norway with a freaked look.

"He's dead?!" They both said

Denmark was in was in the boardroom, sitting at the far end of the table and his hands in his hair. Blaming himself for being so stupid for didn't finish off Turkey or... or wish he didn't drove Sweden and Finland away and start having a war with Sweden. Causing the family to collapse.

"Hey, Dane buddy," Prussia spoke as he walks in the room. Denmark didn't look up at his friend but look down at his lap. England came up and sat on the table. Seeing the strong nation- the experience one in wars and held his government high up for three years now... is now beating himself up.

"It's my fault..." Denmark spoke. England and Prussia look at him with a synthetic look.

"It's my fault for being so drunk on power and didn't care for one bit on my behaver..." Prussia put a hand on the Danish man shoulders and sigh.

"I know how that feels... But you need to stop beating yourself up over this." Prussia told him.

"How?" Denmark asked, "How can I let something go like that? What if I don't protect Norge and Ice? What if I don't protect the others? What if I can't protect you guys for what could happen?! I'm scared that I would have to see my friends and family die before my eyes!" England smacks Denmark hard on the cheek. The duo looked over at England with both horror and confused look. England glared at them as he looks at Denmark's face.

"Bull crap," England told him, "It's not going to happen. Not today," England glare at Prussia as he started to be serious, "You started this whole team. You're the leader of this team. Don't tell me you're giving up because you don't think you can take Russia down. And you," England look over at Denmark, "You think any of us would die today? I can promise one thing, it's not going to be-"

Sirines came up as it got the trio attention. What's going on? Are they being under attack? Canada and Austria came running as Canada look horrified.

"Russia, and the Union- plus the Baltic States, are here!" Prussia looked confused. Why would the Baltic's join up with Russia? Russia hurts Latvia; Estonia and Lithuania are both... Something wasn't right. Estonia, what about him? What can he do that-... Prussia seems to forget something.

"We've been track!" He told them. Denmark got off the chair and grab his battle axe. He looks over his shoulders and glare at his friends.

"Let's kill some traitors," Denmark said in a strong manor.