*bzzt, bzzt*

England: "Hmm?"

France: "Oh~? Angleterre is getting a phone call?"

England: "Oh, bugger off...hello? The United Kingdom, speaking."

[Germany]: "England, I need you here. And if it won't be much of the trouble, get France, London, and Paris, as well?"

England: "...What?"

France watched England's face scrunch up worriedly. A delicate eyebrow slowly raised on the Frenchman's face. England says a couple things to his caller and hung up, a pale expression on his face and his eyes wide and unbelieving.

France: "...Angleterre? Are you alright?"

England: "...I...I..."

France: "...Angleterre...?"

England: "France."

France: "...!"

England: "Get...get Paris. I'll need to get London. We...we need to go. We need to go NOW-"

France: "Angleterre! Calm yourself! Now...slowly-!"

England: "No time to go slow! We need to get out of here and to that new country's manor!"

France: "That...new country?"

England: "Argh, it's the new one! The one that Germany and Italy had? Yes, she's not widely known and not many have seen her yet, but an issue had sprung up and we need to get going. NOW."

France: "A-Alright, then..."

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Mexico: "Oi, Hermana Mayor?"

DC: "...Huh? Oh, hey Mexi, bro."

Mexico: "Are you alright, Hermana? You don't seem very happy. Then again...you never seemed happy anymore lately. How long are you going to be so...Completamente Deprimido?"

DC: "Completamente-? Mexi, Estoy Bien Por Ultima Vez."

Mexico, DC's technical little brother, had been chatting with her, while America was away. For some reason, DC had been noticeably tired and, well, sad for the past century. She seemed very distant from America, also. Which, if you've known them in the past, they've been one in the same mind. It all started after Italy had been saved from...what did Canada call it?

DC: "Hey, Mexi?"

Mexico: "Que?"

DC: "What...happened last century?"

Mexico: "Hah, I don't know, Hermana. This century had been pretty uneventful. By uneventful, I mean no war, no fights, no rising or falling problems or issues. But plenty of confusing friendships had been going around, too."

DC: "Right...well, in the early 20th century, there was. It's the 21st, now, and Europe's being awfully quiet."

Mexico: "Don't tell me that's what's unnerving you, Hermana. America has been even close to most of the major countries and I'm not even talking about just political standpoints! He even took down his wall..."

DC: "Yeah, I remember. Hey, remember when we used to play volleyball on the wall?"

Mexico: "I like your boss. Now we can play with an actual net."

DC: "Yeah..."

Mexico: "...You're distant again. Is there something else you wish to share?"

Her brother scooted closer to her, determined to figure out what made her like this. America did seem sort of distant as well. But, now that Mexico thought about it, maybe he was just hiding it better than DC.

DC: "...yeah. There is..."

Mexico: "Well, then, share!"

DC: "You're...you're a country, right?"

Mexico: "Si...?"

DC: "Were...you one of the countries that went in to save Italy?"

Mexico: "...Lo Siento, Hermana, I was not. Was there something about that expedition that's unsettling to you?"

DC: "Um, no, not really. But...I feel like America...I feel like America's becoming distant. I mean, I can't read him anymore and he always seems to drift off to the point where I can't seem to understand him. And he snaps back at me at things I can't understand and won't tell me his thoughts or how he feels."

Mexico: "America's doing that to you? Really? For the past century?"

DC: "Yeah! And it was ever since they went back to save Italy. Also...what DID they even save Italy from? And epidemic?"

Mexico: "Well, I heard it was a side effect of some...male extermination. But I'm not sure...?"

DC: "Male extermination? What? Did something happen to Italy?"

Mexico: "Well, that's what I was thinking, considering the reason why both the capital and country are personified, to begin with...which is...they have to be opposite genders so that way both...original genders can exist in the same landforms?"

DC: "You got that bit right...just...what happened?"

Mexico: "Beats me. No one talks about it. Even when I ask Gran Hermano Espana, he doesn't say anything. Well...except..."

DC: "Except? What? What did Spain say?"

Mexico: "...uh, 'Nothing for us to worry about anymore. All we can do is pray for the best and keep going. But we can't even forget'. I can never understand."

DC: "...Pray...worry...can't forget? What are they praying for? What is it that they can't forget? Or maybe it's a who? Not worry about anymore?"

*knock, knock, knock*

DC: "Hmm? Who's that?"

Mexico: "Did...one of your states get locked out?"

DC: "Nah, everyone's asleep this time of day. They worked a lot yesterday, so they sleeping in."

The two North American siblings walk up to the door. As they do so, the knocking got more persistent. Grumbling DC started making haste to the door, annoyingly yanking the door open.

DC: "WHAT-?! I have kids asleep-! Wait...Canada...?!"

Canada: "Hah...hah...DC! You...you need to come with me, please!"

DC: "W-What happened? Did England burn something? Like...dang, that'll be sad, I mean...he's been getting so well."

Canada: "What? No, no, it's Italy and Germany!"

DC: "Wha-?"

Ottawa was peeking from behind Canada bearing the same confusion on her face. DC stared at Canada. The timing is too perfect. Italy and Germany. The same thing was happening from over a century ago. England blew up his house, him and America stayed at the retreat home, Canada was there before, but the basement? She didn't understand the rest of the story, but a lot of countries were coming to America's retreat home.

A lot of stuff had happened while they were there. Their poor little states had been hurt left and right at absolute random. Mexico and MC had helped her out along with a few other capitals. But things happened to them, too. Moscow had doubled over, blood coming off of her stomach. Beijing had been talking to herself, giggling madly one minute then stopping completely, not remembering what happened. But Rome was the worse. She would fall asleep for days at a time, then wake up terrified to sleep again, but did anyway.

Was what happened then happening again? If so, what was going on?

DC: "Canada, Canada, bro, calm down, tell me what happened?"

Minnesota: "...Mama?"

DC: "Huh? Oh, shoot!"

Mexico: "Ah, Pequeno Bebe, go back to sleep, Si?"

With that, the little state tittered away tiredly. DC looked at Mexico. If what was happening was going on now, she might be awhile. Mexico saw that look in her eyes and knew what she was going to ask. He nodded his head firmly.

Mexico: "Go, Hermana."

DC: "Wha-? Mexi?"

Mexico: "Go, I'm serious! Whatever is happening is probably affecting America. It's Italy and Germany, so this has to do with him, right?"

Canada: "Y-Yeah! It's about Itamuney, that new country!"

DC: "The Modern Holy Roman Empire?"

Canada: "Yeah! We have to go!"

DC: "...I'll trust you'll take care of my states?"

Mexico: "You have my word and trust, Hermana."

DC: "...Gracias."

Mexico: "De Nada, Hermana. Ahora Ve."

With that, Washington DC, Canada, with Ottawa in tow, set off for the Itamunian Manor.

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Translations

~French

Angleterre: England

~Spanish

Hermana: Sister

Oi, Hermana Mayor: Hey, big sister

Completamente Deprimido: Utter Depression

Estoy Bien Por Ultima Vez: I'm fine, for the last time

Que: What

Lo Siento, Hermana: I'm sorry, sister

Pequeno Bebe: Little Baby

Si: Yes

Gracias: Thank you

De Nada, Hermana. Ahora Ve: You're welcome, sister. Now go

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SORRY I TOOK SUCH A LONG TIME, I JUST GOTTA LOOK AT WHERE THIS IS HEADED.

Washington DC, or widely called DC, is the main piece of this story, kinda. She has the same significance as Itamuney. So, they'll not get many pieces. And, yes, I had a fun time with Google Translate. But, c'mon, Mexi needs a little love. I saw some pictures of some Americans playing volleyball or something with some Mexicans over the wall, which, from the looks of it...doesn't look very tall...? I dunno. That picture might not even be the Trump Wall, but it was a nice thing to look at. Considering the North Americas' strength, they can play volleyball over a huge wall.

Time to head to the Itamunian Manor! And yes! If you're curious, DC held both Canadians by the waist and power flew to Itamuney.

Yeah, you'll have to get used to Itamuney being a country name, because here, it is. You'll see a lot of silt here!

Bye-bye~

(and yes, I posted this at exactly midnight, what of it?)