This ones shorter since I was a bit lazier, but at least ya got an update.

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June 18, 2017
Allies' House

Germany enters the house without any warning. He starts to scan the area, hoping to find the American and the Brit somewhere.

"They must be here somewhere," he says to himself as he continues to walk further into the house.

Before going into the main living room, he checks the tiny hallways across from him. Carefully searching, he still finds no one before heading to the living room. He decides going to the right side because there is another hallway leading to somewhere. Before he could barge in, he hears two familiar voices: America and England.

There they are.

"I tell you it was just straight out of nowhere!" America claims.

"Calm down, America," Britain insists. "He's going to be fine."

They must still be talking about that dog, Germany believes. I don't think I hit him that hard enough.

"Canada NEVER falls asleep on me!" the American rants. "And he did! And I can't wake him up either! He's just dead to the world!"

Britain begins to wonder. "This sounds strange... Suddenly being in a coma is not exactly normal."

... What?

"I'm just...really worried,"  America admits.

"I know you are. Let's go see him. Maybe I can figure out the roof of the problem."

Germany sees the two going up the stairs. He begins to have second thoughts on Britain and America.

Maybe they weren't behind it after all. I'll go see bruder, maybe he'll know what to do.

He exits the house and hopes an answer will lie in his brother.

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"I didn't do anything! Stop throwing such a hissy fit!"

"Spilling tea all over my new carpet it certainly is 'something.'"

"Goooooott, you're such a whiner!" the white haired man whines.

Austria takes the comment offensively. "Because you ruined my rug!"

"Not my problem, young master!" Prussia replies with a smug.

"Must you instantly call me that?" the musician questions. "You know how much I hate that name."

"That's exactly why I say it!" His signature laugh escapes from his mouth.

The Austrian groans. "Ha, good grief."

That is when the door is being knocked.

"Ah, visitor!" Prussia says as he turns and opens the door. "Aah, West! What perfect timing!"

"Guten Tag, bruder. Austria," the German greets as his brother returns back to his place.

Austria lets out a "mh."

Prussia asks, "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Italy's taken ill," Germany explains. "I just... came for advice."

"Ill?" Prussia repeats. "Like what? He got the sniffles or something? Just make him some soup!"

Germany shakes his head. "No, he's in a coma."

"WHAT!?" the Prussia screams.

"And you didn't take him to the hospital?" the Austrian points out.

The blond is uncomfortably silent.

"...You did, right?"

"...I didn't read the manual on that!" Germany protests.

"WEEEST!!"

"You idiot," the aristocrat grumbles. "You need to..."

Austria stops talking, and it leaves the German in an awkward state. "...Yes, Austria?"

"Young master?" Prussia calls.

"To...jusss—"

And that's when Austria fall back in an unconscious state.

"HEY!" the Prussian yells as the brothers instantly surround the Austrian. "Are you okay!? Young master!?"

"His heart rate is dropping fast," the German comments as he checks the pulse.

"Wake up, dammit!" Prussia demands. 'Wake UP! What happened to him!?"

"I don't know. He just... fell unconscious with no warning."

"That doesn't just happen!" the Prussian thunders.

Germany only has one clue. "... It's happening again."

Prussia is surprised. "What is that supposed to mean!?"

"I have to go see England," the blond announces without notice. "Stay here with Austria."

With that, he leaves.

"West! Wait!" the white haired man shouts. "Don't leave me alone!"

His brother is already gone.

"...Now... what do I do with the master's body?"

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England paces back and forth, hoping to find a solution to end this conflict about Canada.

"This is nor normal... What could this be... I swear I've seen this happen once before..."

Germany barges into the room, his face filled with much rage.

"England!" the German growls.

The British man jumps a little. "What the—how did you get out!?"

He ignores the question. "Are you the one behind everyone falling into sudden comas?"

"What? No!" Britain cries before his reaction becomes confused. "Wait—you know of the comas?"

"Feliciano and Roderich recently fell into one with Austria did it right in front of me," Germany says.

"...This is bad."

"You don't say," the German sarcastically responds.

"I don't get it," the Brit comments. "None of the people have anything in common. Why would this happen, and why them?"

"Who else is ill?"

"Well no one yet but—wait, why am I telling you all of this!? I should be putting you back in your cell!"

"Just tell me more!" the German demands. "If my allies are in danger, I have to find out what's wrong!"

"Like bloody hell I will!" England denies.

"Arthur, just tell him."

"What?" the Brit asks as he and Germany face America.

"Something is definitely wrong with everyone, so now is not the time to keep sides," the American mutters.

"Alfred..." the Brit begins.

"Danke," the German thanks.

"Germany," America starts off, "you said that Austria fell in front of you. What happened?"

"He was scolding me and then he just...nodded off and fell asleep," he describes.

"Yeah, Mattie did that to me, too," the American adds.

"How long ago was that?"

"About an hour."

That's around the time that Italy and I came home and went to bed.

England butts in. "Has this happened to anyone else or just Austria?"

"Italy was the first I had discovered in a coma-like state, but I had assumed it was just because of the blow he had taken to the head."

"That is a good point," the Brit admits, "but I don't think that this is the cause of everyone being in a coma."

Germany nods. "How many people do you think this is affecting?"

Britain shrugs. "Who knows? It's possible we could be next."

An awkward silence floods the room before a sudden ringing awakens them. America screams out of no where.

"Calm down, git. It's just the phone," England assures.

"Ah, sorry..." the American apologizes. "Startled me."

Germany approaches him, who says, "I hope Matthew will be okay..."

Then, he strolls over to England, saying, "Do you mind? I'm on the phone."

The German decides to head over to the hallway where he had first spotted them before. He heads up the staircase and enters into another bedroom. He notices a Canadian lying on the bed before his attention is on a familiar phone. Thaovy's, that is.

Wait... Didn't Thaovy's phone got taken away by Alfred-oh wait. I forgot she brought her second phone with her.

On Christmas Day six months ago, the Vietnamese girl had gotten another iPhone. She is using her new iPhone today, but she brings her old iPhone as an emergency.

Germany then observes the table to the left. Finding something interesting, he picks it up and carefully examines the picture.

"It looks like a handmade drawing of a castle near a lake," he notes to himself. "Did Matthew make this?"

The next thing that catches his attention are medical pages. "These look like medical pages. Let's see what they say."

Coma: a state of deep unconsciousness that lasts for a prolonged or indefinite period, caused especially by severe injury or illness.

Comatose: of or in a state of deep unconsciousness for a prolonged or indefinite period, especially as a result of severe injury or illness.

"Ah, just some research," he says. "Wait, there's a note at the bottom of the page."

To say one is in a comatose is grammatically incorrect.

After going through the room-even saying a word about the oddly-shapped rug-he faces the sleeping Canada. He grabs Thaovy's phone on the counter first before saying a word.

"Hm... Just like Italy and Austria. What could they all have in common?" He faces the mirror. "I look tired. That nap wasn't of much help."

As he deeply stares at the mirror, his reflection has done something that slightly startled the German. "Did my reflection just... smile at me?"

"There you are."

Behind Germany's back, America and England enter the room.

"We wondered where you had wandered off to," England inserts.

"So who was on the phone?" Germany questions curiously.

"None of your business," Britain snorts.

It's so strange to be in the enemy's house, the German confesses. My presence is probably just as strange for them as well.

"England," he calls to the Brit.

"What is it, kraut?"

"You are familiar with the supernatural, is that right?"

"Yes... Why?"

"Well, if you're staring at a reflection in a mirror... and it smiles at you, what does that mean?"

A sudden realization pops into his mind. "...Alfred? Can I speak with you out in the hallway for a moment?"

The American is confused. "Uhm, 'kay?"

As soon as the trio leaves, Germany can't help but wonder. "... Maybe it's... nothing? Maybe I was imagining it." He turns back to the mirror. "Reflections don't smile of their own accord. I'm just tired. That's all."

Something happens in the mirror, scaring Germany once more.

"Was!?"

He backs up, and in front of him appears a nearly visible Italy.

"What... What is going on!?" Germany shouts.

Britain suddenly barges into the room. "AH-HA!!"

Instantly, that Italy morphs parts of his body completely with darkness. It's the same Italy Germany had seen in his dream.

The German becomes startled. "You!"

"Italy" disappears.

"... What just-" Germany starts.

"Cor blimey," England interrupts. "I had no idea this ran so deep."

America enters the room. "What's going on?"

"I have to go to the sanctum. I must confirm my suspicions..." England mutters. "Ludwig, call up the rest of your allies. America, get Yao, Ivan, and Francis as soon as you can. This is an emergency meeting!"

"But wh-"

"DO IT NOW!" he screams as he leaves.

"Wait!" Germany halts the Brit. "What about Sebastian? Juan? Jett? The mortal girls?"

Britain thinks for a moment before exiting. "Do as you want. I am not going to stop you."

Silence.

"... So..."

"I'll just... go call Kiku, Sebastian, Thaovy, and Dreamz."

"Right... and I guess I'll assemble the rest of the Avengers for this."

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"Alfred?"

"'Sup, Shelby?"

"What is it, Alfred? I feel like something is wrong."

"Something is wrong, and Iggy is assembling an emergency meeting to talk about it."

"...What actually happened?"

"Iggy will explain everything there."

"'Kay. I just have to tell my mom that I'll be gone for the day."

"Great! See you at the Allies' House!"

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"America? What is it?"

"Tell China that you and him have to go to an emergency meeting at the Allies' House."

"At this time? Fine."

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"Alfred?"

"Get Juan. Ar needs you and him to go to his emergency meeting today at the Allies' House."

"Right now?"

"Yes."

"... Okay."

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"Hello? Ludwig?"

"Hello, Frau."

"What brings you ringing?"

"Arthur is assembling an emergency meeting for us to attend. I feel as if something bad is about to happen."

"What is it?"

"Just come to meeting at the Allies' House, and hopefully England will have an explanation for all of this. Bring Jett and Cooper as well."

"... and why shouid I come?"

"JUST DO IT!"

"Alright alright, Ludwig!"

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"Luddy? Is it about Feli?"

"Somewhat. Arthur is assembling an emergency meeting that we have to attend to talk about this."

"Is anyone else affected like Feliciano?"

"Unfortunately, Canada and Austria has been affected."

"I'm glad that Asstria did, but Canada? I'm afraid how Hope will react since they still haven't dated each other."

"I'm afraid as well, Thaovy. Just hurry up to the Allies' house, alright? Bring Sebastian as well."

"Alright... I hope Hope will take this sudden news not too deeply."

"Hm."

"Ludwig."

"Yes?"

"Will Italy... die?"

"I'm positive he will not. He's only in a coma-like state."

"Thank god, Luddy. Sebastian and I checked his pulse, and it nearly scared us to death."

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"Alfred?"

"You have to come to the emergency meeting Iggy had set up today. It's important, so bring Annalise and Taylor as well."

"How important?"

"...Feliciano, Roderich, and Matthew are in this sleeping state, and we can't wake them up."

"..."

"...Hope?"

"...We'll be at the Allies' House as soon as possible."

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Translations

Danke(German) - thank you

Was(German) - what