The second death set the asians into overdrive. South Korea wouldn't do that. . . but at the same time he easily could putting what they (the asians) put him through almost daily. What if he took it all the wrong way? What if he believed they hated him? Surely he couldn't, but he had grown distant over the past few months.

"I-Is it okay if I leave to check on South Korea-san, Germany-san?" Japan's voice was uneven with worry.

"Of course" Germany's tone was blank, his mind in auto-pilot mode.

The German's former ally hurried out of the room and the disturbing silence settled over the room. It was surreal, twoare confirmed dead and there was a possibility one more would be added to the list. Reality as they knew it had burned into mere ideas and theories.

France hadn't reacted much at all since he blurted out the news of his Rival's death. His eyes were wide and emotions ran amock in them.. His breaths were ragged and quick. To put it simply, he was a mess.

Everyone was a mess really. Already, two intricate storylines had ended for good and now there's the chance that one more plotline will be thrown into the discard pile.

"Everyone?" Heads turn to face the speaker: "As you know, the. . . situation we are in is a struggle unlike any other we have faced. To overcome it, we need to tell others of our personal problems, ~ve" Italy ended his unwritten and unplanned speech. He was nervous. Everyone was going to turn down the idea. Exposing weaknesses willingly? Not a chance-

"You know what? That. . . doesn't sound that bad right now"

"Ja, sounds good"

"I'm skeptical, but I'll go along, da?"

"It's better than suffering alone, aru"

The Italian was shocked. He didn't think anyone would actually agree. "So. . . who wants to go first?"

No nation dared to raise their hand, in fear of others ganging up on this once the whole situation had blown over.

A small hand shoots up however. The eyes full of determination and acceptance of an ugly fate where childish naivety once was.

"Sealand, what would you like t-"

"For many years now, I have had severe depression," It's weird how his voice doesn't waver saying that: "To put it simply. It got to the point where I would throw myself off the side of my naval fort almost daily. Then, one day during one of my self-harm sessions, Denmark saw. He helped me through every step of the process of diagnosis. He even goes, no went, to get my anti-depressants." Sealand announced his struggle blankly, as if the past ment nothin to him.

However, the Nordics were in emotional disarray. First. . . him, and now Sealand. Sweden's tears had now begun to freely fall, an odd hiccup would sound every now and again. It was a truly heart breaking sight.

Before anyone else could talk about any inner demons they held, Germany's phone went off. It was Japan calling.

The German eased the phone out of his pocket and answered the call.

His face contorted into one of disbelief and  frustration. He slams his down on the table. Forcefully. "GODVERDAMMT" He yelled, breaking one or two eardrums in the process.

"What's wrong?" China asked, not in concern but in general curiousity.

"South Korea, he's gone too"

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I'm so sorry that this chapter isn't

a) As good as the others
b) As long as the others

But writers block hit me for a week so I only had a week to write this.

If I'm being honest, I like writing Sealand and Sweden like this. They are often portrayed as simple naivety and Monotonous respectively when they are so much more :33

This chapter is dedicated to Hetalia_APH_Fan , who is writing some great fanfics! Go check them out!

Also, if you draw any art for this, please tag me! I'd love to see your art! Now, this does not mean you have to draw art, but you can if you want.

See you in two weeks time with another chapter :33

PS: Did I get the German right? I'm scared I didn't-