A/N: So, here it is, the first chapter of the rewrite. I hope it is better, and I hope you enjoy it. I hope to have the next chapter up by new years. If you have time, I would love to hear your thoughts of the new version in a review. Enjoy and Merry Christmas

All of the nations of the world sat around a clear glass table. No one made a sound. No one made eye contact. No one moved a muscle. Everyone looked drained. England sat, staring at the blank, white wall. Japan stared at a small paper crane resting in his hand. Even Prussia merely observed the little yellow bird before him.

After several long minutes of this, America stood up, muttering, "Well, I was always good at filling the silence, why would now be any different?" He sighed. "Well, friends, we hoped the day would never come, but alas, here it is. Our leaders have decided to dissolve the boarders. Their meeting is just beginning now, they are all gathered in the UN building in New York, signing contracts, shaking hands, celebrating the beginning of a new age. Judging by my calculations, we have about three hours. Then we will no longer represent anything, and we will fade. I think. Don't really know."

"Oh, you won't fade. Not yet." Said a deep voice from the door way. All of the nations turned their attention from America to the two figures standing in the threshold. One was a man if full Roman garb, a gladius sheathed at his left hip. He was holding a large stone tablet. Next to him stood a beautiful young woman, dressed in a floor length, regal looking, light purple Chiton.

"Mother?" Greece, fully awake and alert, whispered, looking in shock at the woman before him.

"Papa?" The two halves of Italy cried in unison.

The two ancient nations smiled lovingly at their off-spring, then turned their attention to the rest of the room. "You all are not coming to join us yet," announced ancient Greece.

Rome nodded, "No, you will first be given a chance to live a normal, human life. We decided that it was only fair. You did not fall, you were not conquered. This was out of your hands completely. It is your turn to settle down and do what you want for once, not what your boss or your nation wants you to do."

The younger nations looked at each other with wonder. A new chance at a normal existence? It seemed too good. Some of the nations weren't even sure they wanted it. Their past would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

As if reading their minds, Ancient Greece added, "Some of you have dark pasts, and have no desire to have it looming over you for the rest of your human life. We are here, not just to tell you what will happen, but also to offer you a choice. To remember or not to remember, that is the question. You get to pick. If you want to, you can choose to forget about your entire existence as a nation. You will forget everyone you ever knew in this life and will start off with a new slate. If you want to, however, you can choose to remember all of this. Know though, that if you choose to remember, you must never speak of it to any one. Ever. Except other nations that choose to remember, that is."

Rome looked at all of the nations facing this decision with sympathy, "These are your options. I know it is a big decision to make so quickly, but you must. The final papers will be signed in a few hours and then you will fall into a deep sleep while your body becomes fully human. We must return to where we came from very soon and we must know your choice."

The nations were completely silent, absorbing the information. They had so many questions and not nearly enough time. It seemed to be silently communicated that they would just choose and see what happened.

And so it began. The nations made their choices. For some, it was easy, for others it was the most difficult design they had faced, even after all of those years as a country. As soon as they made a final decision, their name appeared on the tablet Rome was carrying. As soon as he saw the last name, Denmark, appear on his tablet he looked up again. He made eye contact with every single one of the nations gathered around the glass table before giving a sad smile and giving some parting words, "Good-bye, children, and good luck. We will see you in the years to come."

As they departed, several bottles of champagne materialized on the table. France gave a crooked smile, and reached for the drink and a glass. He poured himself a glass and leaned back in his black leather seat. He sighed, "Might as well enjoy myself."

Belgium gave a sad laugh and followed suit. Slowly, one by one, all of the nation poured themselves a glass and relaxed. Everyone realized it was their way of showing acceptance. As they finished, they set their glasses on the table and, one at a time, fell asleep, ready for the next adventure.