America's country was shaky on becoming safe, so he had given funds for people in the major bombing sites to deport to another country for the time being. Canada and his eastern Canadian general, Madeline. The capital is right above Maine, so people were able to fly their easier in the Eastern USA area, where most of the bombings were happening.

All because Amelia isn't there to command them, America found himself wondering about her again, I wonder if the generals have ever been in the army or something before they became Hetalian commanders or something, he shook his head, Nah, then I would've known Amelia right away.

It wasn't like America thought this much about her like he liked her. It was more of a, what did America think about it, a Hamilton and Washington relationship. Close confidants, siblings in arms. She was his right hand and was about just like him. Someone he could relate to. 

Some human I can relate to, America's eyes crease with worry. As he does this, General Central USA comes in with coffee and a new stack of Hetalian commands for America to look over.

"Do you guys wanna even fight?" America murmured as he sets America's coffee down on his desk.

He nearly drops it when he hears his country say such a thing, "W-What the heck do you mean?" he laughs almost pridefully, "Of course, we wanna fight! Isn't that what we're doing?"

"You guys have more perseverance then my drafted soldiers," America takes a sip of his coffee, smiling a little, "No, actually you guys are like my dedicated soldiers and you guys are so crazy about it. Plus, you guys are all around the world," he puts his cup down, "But aren't you guys afraid of getting...y'know, killed?"

"No casualties, no kills," he smiles brightly, "everyone marked and accounted for. You don't need to worry, Mr. America."

"Really? No kills? No lost in soldiers at all?" America glared at him incredulously.

General Central USA waved his hands down assuringly and nervously, "N-No, that would be kinda impossible, but the only reports of near deaths we've been getting...are the ones from like...the Philippines, but they've been fairing quite well, they're just as crazy as us. No one's died, yet, since everyone's helping, so I'm pretty sure they'll live. Um, India might need a little help, along with New Zealand. Micronations are making a comeback..."

He pulls out a little notebook, similar to the one that America had gotten from Amelia all those years ago, "Let's see...the Russians and most of the Europeans are fairing well, using their topography to their advantage. The Germans and Italians are working really well with each other. The Slaviks are swarming and trapping the enemy in the coldest areas. Areas that only they can fathom. South and Central Americans are doing the same topography skill. Chilians and Argentinians are using the Andes Mountains, most of our Hetalians there being climbers. It would appear that 2p Hetalians are using the mountains to transport or sneak into the surrounding countries...um...what else? The Hetalians in the main eight Asian countries are doing well, too, due to being so densely populated, mostly of Hetalians. Especially the ones that fight for their family and country loyally. And-"

"Wait, wait!" America reached over from his desk, grabbing him by the shoulders, "This is all real? This is what's going on around the world?!"

He gently puts his hands on America's shoulders, "Yes, and we're getting stronger by the minute. You're talking about more than a decade of waiting for something like this to happen. Hetalians have always wanted to fight for what they love and here we are doing it. We have a lot more steam from where that came from!"

America just couldn't understand it. They were human driven by only fan pursuits. But they're winning. How?!

"Don't worry, America," he didn't call me Mr. America this time, "We love you all and will defend you countries until there's no more of us to defend ya with."

America swears that he's not crying.

~~~~~

"How's your region, Tori?" Anya communicates through her heavy-duty com, used for getting past the colder ranges since Tori, also known as General Eastern Lithuania, was trapping 2p Hetalians in Vilnius, keeping them from sneaking onto E30.

"Doing...well! General...Western...Russia," Tori huffed, almost laughingly. The group of 2p Hetalians they were chasing earlier slipped on ice and it was just a hilarious domino effect. It's winter, right now of late October, and all the Slaviks are having a fun time chasing terrified 2p Hetalians with metal pipes, whether from a faucet or not, screaming; 'MAGIC METAL PIPE OF PAAAAAIN~!' in their native tongue. In the pride of their own country, they typically use the weapons that their country uses, but some choose not to.

"You sound out of it, General East Liet," Anya chuckled, "Ours just kind of fell straight for us."

"Same with ours!" Tori chortled, "Just slipped and fell! Like dominos!"

"You for serious?!" squealed in General Northern Estonia, Emily. She and Tina, the southern Finnish general, were locking in the enemy from their ports, considering that both Helsinki and Tallinn are right across the Baltic Sea and the Gulf of Finland.

"Yeah! It's hilarious!" Tori smiled. As she says this, she sees Lithuania come in with a distressed look on his face. Her smile falls, "U-Um, I'll report in the rest digitally."

"I'll have to look off of South Fin's," Emily said, "The internet here is slower than usual."

"Wait, East Liet!" Anya called out, "I'm going to be stopping by the Lithuanian Manor to stock up on fish for over here, is that alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be seeing you," Tori distractedly fumbled to turn off her com as she watches her country slump into his desk.

She walks up to him cautiously and nervously, "Is...there something wrong? Are you hurt by any bombings? Here, I'll go fetch the medical kit-"

"No, I'm...okay, it's not like I'm unhurt, you know," he waves her down reassuringly, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I mean, we just took care of an attack just now, so-" she was cut off by Lithuania's flick of the wrist.

"Don't worry about me," he looks at her worriedly, "worry about you."

She understood the look in his eyes, "You...you heard about Amelia, didn't you..."

"America is a great friend of mine, I'm sure you know," Lithuania propped his elbows on his desk, his folded hands holding up his lowered head.

"She," Tori is unsure of what to say, "Amelia is a great general, a great friend of mine as well," she fiddled with her braid, that hung from her shoulder, "She's really strong. N-Not like America strong, of course, not, just..." she trailed off, looking out the window to the side, "She's one of the first readers when Hetalia first came out, ever since she was little."

"Readers? Hetalia was a book?" Lithuania's head picked up a little, soaking in this new information. It had now come to his attention that they knew so little about these Hetalians, yet they knew so much about them.

"No, it used to be a pretty unpopular, quite unknown webcomic by Hidekaz Himeyura. Well, it was secretly popular by us. It banded us together, seeing how much a cruel stereotype could have so much behind it, like Russia being scary, for example," she smiled to herself, "Amelia had always thought that way and I was just someone who had their curiosity piqued. She loved the world the same way Himeyura drew it out. The webcomics had stopped for some reason about a year ago," her smile limped a little, "we haven't heard from Himeyura since then."

"Himeyura," he repeated the name to himself, "So he's your leader?"

"I don't think he's even aware of the gravity of the fandom he's created," she chuckled, "Hetalian has become a whole new subcategory of humanity itself."

"But he still technically started all of you," he stated again.

Tori cocked her head to the side, "Um, yes? I guess?"

"And all of you initiated this fandom all as a group?" he pressed.

"Yeah? And then new people came in," she raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

Lithuania stood up with newfound energy, "I think I know what they're after," and he dashed out of the room, "C'mon! Let's see if we can catch Russia on his way to the next World Meeting!"

"That's impossible! Everyone's on bare and the only way to get to Moscow on time is on E30! And we both know it's unsafe!" Tori cried.

As they fight toward the front door, said door flew open with a browning ashen blond with purple eyes standing surprisingly in the doorway at both Lithuania and Tori's apparel, "Um," her thick Russian accent filling her voice, "Am I interrupting something?"

Tori's eyes drew up to the Russian woman, squinting through the light, "Anya?"

"Hey, I asked earlier to come for a fish restock? Is this a bad time?" she backed away from the door.

"Wait! I have an idea!" Tori drew herself up, pulling Lithuania with her, "For the fish! Can you take me and Lithuania with you to Moscow for the World Meeting?!"

Anya stared at her incredulously, "...WHAT?"