America had just arrived at the World Meeting the following weekend. Everyone had to come in secret and take the meeting in a secluded bunker with guards scattered among the premises. The precautions were careful. Everyone was careful. Everyone was paranoid.

"Canada? Are you okay, bro?" America whispered softly to his heavily bruised brother. Well, at least his face looked heavily bruised.

His Canadian neighbor tried to smile reassuringly, "I'll be fine," he whispered more quietly than before. It hurt to speak, so America quickly said for him not to.

Everyone sat down, all sporting some sort of scar, cut, bruise, and/or bandaging on his person. These were only the G8, the most targeted and damaged. America flinched when he saw Russia. He was surprised that the large country could even move in his bandaging. Since he had to do his own medical work, which he has done numerous times professionally, his was tight and snug to his person, making it look like he wasn't all that injured at all. But he couldn't move around so freely, due to his right arm and torso getting the most damage. He blessed whoever invented foundation because that stuff just hides the bruises and thin liquid bandaging with the medicine.

"Now," America started, "how's everyone feeling? I feel like I'm faring off well, so I wanna know if there's anyone I can supply."

Nobody answered for a little while. Some were just still internally shocked with how willingly countries were wanting to help each other. Some nations not as easy as others, but all and all, still helping.

Japan nervously raised his hand, "Hai," he swallowed, "I would like to receive some medical and building damage assistance," he bowed his head, ashamed that he was looking as roughed up and hurt as he was.

"I'll try to send what I can," America nodded assuringly, "All of you guys can start making agreements to send help to each other freely since we're in a safe place for now."

"It's not bugged, is it?" China's eyes dart around warily.

Germany carefully shook his head, minding the bandaging over his forehead, "Nein, this room and around the halls have been scanned, monitored, checked 15 times, 35 more for good measure, soundproofed the room, and sealed off any trace of Wi-Fi and internet connection, with lead barriers."

"Wow," England breathed, "You Germans really have outdone yourselves."

"It is a pride that I hope I can keep," Germany nodded gravely, still worried about could happen. Italy was sitting next to him, his chest all bandaged up and half of his face covered. He hadn't said a word and his face looked like he wanted to cry but couldn't. Germany and Japan still ached at what happened to him. Italy became mute from the larger bombings due to him being 'notoriously weak'.

"America, Italy is unable to speak, but he would like to require the same treatment as Japan," Germany hurriedly put out, which earned a couple of saddening gasps and suppressed tears.

America looked like he just witnessed a friend die in front of him. He closed his eyes, "Yes, I'll send what...I'll send what I can," Mute. Italy was mute. America felt terribly bad with the bombings he had gotten prevented him from saving Italy. His brother, Russia, England, Germany, anyone.

The meeting was interrupted by an exploding sound. A bomb had been dropped dangerously close to where the bunker was, but considering what kind of bombs they had, they were seriously protected. Right?

"W-W-What was that...?" Japan chocked out.

A loud voice, probably projected by speakers, boomed throughout the bunker, "CITIZENS OF LONDON, ENGLAND!!!"

"Cor blimey," England shuddered, trying to keep himself together. He was so scared. His people were going to be bombed. He was going to be bombed. He might've volunteered to have the bunker here, but he, in no way, not wanted to get anyone hurt. England felt his heart being punched and battered. He collapsed down on the table, trying to hold back tears from the pain.

"Angleterre!" France cried as he dashed over to his side, trying to lift him up.

America followed, helping him up. Once England was situated back into his seat, panting, crying, and gashes forming around his chest and neck, America stood and squeezed his eyes shut. He did not want to see his big brother like this. Turning around, he opened his eyes, a raging glare in his gaze, making the room shudder. Pressing a finger to his ear, he decided to let his extra bunker protection loose, "You now have the right to unhinge in the name of the world."

A British voice, just as grave as much as excited responded, "Bring it on."