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Three weeks later . . . (December 2021)

Greece tried to not be bothered too much by the goings on in the world. Life would flow the way it was meant to, and, to an extent, there was no sense in worrying about the final outcome. He figured there was no sense in trying to manipulate the things that were beyond the realm of control. To try and do so was foolish, and there were more important things (and people) who deserved the concern. There was little sense in worrying over the economic cycles. Recessions, depressions, and prosperity were all part of the game. There were no easy fixes, despite the demands for such.

For some, his laid-back attitude caused a great deal of concern. His country struggled for years with economic and political troubles, and he took it all in stride. Many of his fellow nations thought he didn't care about his people for how laid back Greece approached his economic crisis. They even criticized him for his apparent lack of concern, but he'd learned a long time ago what emotions to show, when to show them, and to whom could be trusted with them. Even then, Heracles kept some things under close guard. Political situations were quicker to change, and an ally could quickly become an enemy.

It wasn't that Heracles wasn't concerned for his people. He worried over them more than he did the rest of the world. He just wasn't about to let it show in front of the other nations. The living embodiments of the nations were fickle at best, and, if one financially-strapped nation caught another nation in the midst of an economic struggle at the wrong time, the verbal lashing left a long-standing impression. The nation on the receiving hesitated to ask anyone for help. As the living embodiment who'd lived through many things, including his mother's fall, Greece had seen everything there was to see, but there were some things, situations and people, that continued to amaze him.

Like America.

He was the one nation everyone believed would ultimately fail. It wasn't just in his bid for freedom that most European nations thought he'd fail in achieving. England had built himself up to be quite the powerful nation at the time. He possessed the world's largest and most ruthless army at the time. The British Empire was feared and with good reason, and America was nothing more than a fledgling colony, one that had grown by leaps and bounds in only a few centuries instead of the thousands of years it normally took most nations. Despite France's interventions during the American Revolution, no one expected the young colony to defeat his caretaker. It simply wasn't done. There were rules to follow, traditions to be kept.

America broke all of them, not only by defying England, but by defeating the empire. Most of Europe at the time, after he won, thought he would fail in establishing himself as a nation. Greece remembered the whispers. Many of them wanted him to fail so they could invade and establish their power in America's lands. Oh, they didn't say so out loud, but Greece knew it from the gleams in their eyes. America was a young nation. His ideals would see to it, or so they thought.

And they were proven wrong.

America didn't have the great start he'd envisioned. The rumors were all over Europe regarding the young nation's shaky beginnings, rumors undoubtedly started by England himself, but what no one knew, what no one talked about, was that America was insatiably curious. He'd visited Greece numerous times, both during and after the younger nation's revolution. He asked questions, he pored over ancient documents to form his ideas and to build up his government from out of nothing. Determination shone in his eyes, determination and fire, and Greece understood when he spoke with the young nation things were about to change. The sound of snow crunching under someone's feet brought Greece out of his musings.

"Am I disturbing you?"

Greece glanced in Japan's direction as the shorter nation approached him, and he offered his friend a slight smile. He could see the troubled look in Japan's eyes.

"No," he replied, shaking his head some. "You're not disturbing me. What is wrong? You look like someone has killed your best friend."

"I am troubred," Japan said. "Amerika . . . he isn't himserf. I worry for him."

To that, Greece could only nod at first. He didn't enjoy the same and unique love/hate relationship with America that he and Japan possessed. World War II had done quite the psychological number on everyone, and it had been a sign things were changing and fast. However, though he didn't have the same relationship with America as Japan, he still did have a relationship with the younger nation, and he wasn't completely blind as to what was going on in the world or with said nation. He also didn't doubt the island nation's words.

China's ambassadors to the U.S. returned to their homeland. Japan's ambassadors were on their way back to their country while all of America's ambassadors were returning to their homes. The majority of consulates around the world were closed or closing, except for the primary embassies in every nation's capital. Everyone knew that America's army now trained Japanese men and women so they could establish their own army once more. Rumors of a third world war, which no one doubted America could start, were spreading like wildfire as to what it meant, but no one truly knew what was happening in the South American and African continents. The only countries America had visited in the last three months were China and Japan . . . and now Greece. He knew America was there, had been for the last five days conducting business in the way the Greeks conducted business, and he could feel that there was something . . . off about the visit. None of his officials spoke with the embodiment of the American nation. He stayed within the embassy's walls, claiming illness, and only the Americans allowed themselves entry into the compound's grounds.

Japan reached him and sat down. If the coldness of the ancient stone bench bothered him, he didn't say. Greece hardly felt the chill anymore. A heavy sigh escaped the shorter nation, and Greece wondered if he should tell his friend that the one he worried over was in his lands.

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asked after several minutes of silence.

"I am not sure there is much to tark about," Japan said, sighing. It was such a sad sound. He lifted his head to gaze at the sky. Greece knew it was slightly overcast with the chance of snow coming in later. "I don't even know what is wrong."

"Have you tried contacting America?"

"Yes. Repeatedry." Japan sighed again. "Emair, phone . . . he doesn't answer."

"You're not sending him letters?" Greece inquired.

"There is no more mair coming from his country, and it can't reave mine." Japan bit his lower lip. "Who . . . who do think is right?"

"What?" Greece blinked. He hadn't expected that question.

"Who do you think is right?" Japan repeated. "Canada and Mexico berieve Amerika wirr kirr himserf . . ."

"I remember," Greece murmured. He shifted in discomfort. It was hard to imagine a nation committing suicide. He knew that nations could die. It happened to Ancient Rome, Ancient Egypt, Germania, his mother, and England's mother. Most everyone marveled at the fact that Prussia still hung around, though he was no longer recognized as a nation. After all, countries weren't just defined by their politics. They were defined by their lands, their boundaries, and their people. So long as the boundaries existed, so long as the people believed in their countries, said nation couldn't truly die.

"But China doesn't think so," Japan continued. "He thinks Amerika is going to decrare war. Because Canada and Mexico never said he wourd withdraw his peopre . . ."

"I've heard as much on that as well," Greece said. It was also another baffling concept to the Greek nation. After his civil war ended, the American embodiment often sought to stay out of wars. It wasn't lost on Greece, on Heracles, that the young nation wanted nothing to do with the conflicts that arose in Europe. He remembered how, during both World Wars, England and France harangued the young nation into trying to join the efforts against Austria and Germany. He also believed it to be odd America would want to declare war, not after the hells he endured because of them. Greece shifted again, more uncomfortable than before as the something off mingled with something wrong. Something was shifting somewhere.

"I aporogize," Japan said. "I did not mean to upset or offend you . . ."

"It isn't you," Greece said. He sucked in a deep breath as a surge of anger coursed through him. "It's . . . something else . . . I should have told you . . . America is here . . ."

"And you're feering something's wrong." Japan's voice was monotone. "I noticed it, too, when he came to my rands."

Greece looked at his friend, a frown on his face, and he couldn't stop himself from nodding. He didn't know America as well as perhaps England or France or even Canada – those were the three he saw America associate with the most at of the world meetings, aside from Japan.

"We shourd go and see him," Japan said. He slid off of the stone bench and wiped the remains of snow and dirt from his clothing. "Before he reaves with everyone at his embassy."

"What?" At this, Greece felt a stab of fear. Rather than slide off of the stone bench, like Japan had done, he leapt from the cold surface. A chill started to seep into his bones, and it wasn't the normal kind of cold one associated with the winter. It was something ancient, deep from the bowels of the earth, and he shivered.

"It is what he did when he came to visit me," Japan answered. "After China tord me arr frights to and from Amerika were cancered. I think he did the same thing to China when he went there and paid off his debt."

"O-of course," Greece said. For the first time in a long time, Greece didn't feel quite so laid back, and it frightened him in a way he couldn't describe. He followed Japan to his car.

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The youth that stood in front of him resembled nothing like the proud nation the others had described, and he wasn't the child Greece remembered from a couple of centuries prior. Dirt and soot smudged his face, and a long gash ran from his left temple to his jaw. Blood mixed with the dirt and soot, giving the wound it seeped from a rather nasty appearance. His glasses were smeared with more of the stuff, and his short blond hair stuck out from different angles once he removed his helmet. Blue eyes gazed at him, concerned.

"Are you okay?" the youth asked him. He held out his hand towards Greece.

Greece could only stare at the young nation offering his hand. Overhead, planes flew and the rat-tat-tat of guns and the whistling as bombs fell mixed with the screams of the dying and wounded yet the young man before him, a nation, America, took off his helmet and extended a hand to Greece. How did he know he wasn't an enemy lying in wait for someone as foolish and as naïve as him?

"Greece?" the young nation inquired. "Are you okay?"

'He knows who I am?' the Greek nation mused. 'How can he know who I am?'

"You don't look so good," America said. He shoved his helmet back on his head and took a step closer to the trembling man. "I need to get you out of here."

"You . . ." Greece managed to speak. His voice cracked, and he licked his splitting lips. "You're injured, too."

"It's nothing," America said. "I'll be all right. You're the one taking the pounding here."

Greece couldn't deny the truth of his words. The dog fight filled his head with pain, and he couldn't think as clearly as he wanted. Strong hands slid along his sides, his legs, and his arms, checking for wounds. America then grasped him by the arms, and he felt himself being lifted onto the younger nation's shoulder. His breath hitched at the unnatural strength that America possessed.

"Don't worry," the young man said. He didn't even grunt as he picked Greece up from his hiding spot. Did he not realize just how heavy he was? Or did he simply not notice it?"I'll get you out of here. I promise. I'm the hero, and the hero never goes back on his word!"

'Hero? He's a hero?' Greece wondered. 'How can he be a hero? He isn't old enough to be one.'

"Hold on," America said. To Greece's hearing, it sounded like he spoke with his teeth clenched together. "This is going to be a little rough. I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt a little. Just keep quiet and we'll make it."

"Wha?"

Greece didn't have time to wonder or to even think about what the American had just said. With a deep breath, the younger nation sprinted from Greece's temporary shelter and into the streets. The ground exploded next to them as America ran, and it took all the Greek nation had in him to not scream and vomit at the same time.

How long America had run, Greece didn't know. He kept his eyes squeezed shut and begged for his mother to protect him from the madness that surrounded him. He noticed, though, when the American stopped running. Shouting surrounded them, and he felt America lower him onto a gurney or a bed. His head spun like a dizzying and alarming rate, and Greece succumbed to darkness.

Sometime later, he awoke, and one of the first things Greece noticed was that the screams of the dying and the wounded were no longer present. There were the moans as the wounded slept nearby, but there were no screams. He also didn't ache quite as much as he had before. The pains of the bombs dropping on his lands were still there. They were just muffled. Glancing around, he saw himself in one of the many medical tents that had cropped up all around Europe. There were some nurses and doctors close by, checking on the men lying in cots

Greece also noticed he wasn't the only nation close by. Outside the tent, he sensed the presences of England and America, and they were talking in hushed tones.

"You stupid git!" England hissed. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking," America said, sounding calm, "that I needed to get him out of there before Germany found him."

"No," England said. "You weren't thinking of Greece. You were thinking of yourself, you bloody fool! You're trying to be a hero, and the only thing you're succeeding at is being a damned fool!"

"I was, too, thinking of him! I got him here safely, didn't I?"

"Through sheer bloody luck!" England's voice started to raise in pitch, but then he caught himself. Greece knew that he had because his voice returned to its lower, quieter pitch. "I swear I don't know where you get this hero notion from . . . I didn't raise you to make such stupid decisions. You should have stayed under cover and waited for the bloody signal!"

"Relax, Artie," America said. "I'm okay. I didn't get hurt . . ."

"Like hell you didn't! You have a bloody gash on your face! And don't call me that!"

"And I got Greece here safely. I couldn't wait. He didn't look good."

"Without any regards for what will happen to you or your troops if you're caught by those bloody bastards," England said, his voice cold. "I know I didn't raise you to be such an idiot, America, and what you did was not only foolish but downright stupid."

"It's what I had to do." Greece heard America shuffle his feet. "And I'd do it again."

"I'm sure you would," England retorted, his tone bordering on biting and bitter. Greece couldn't be sure if the island nation was jealous, overprotective, concerned, or simply angry and scared that America had risked his life for a fellow nation. He knew England had watched over America when the younger nation had been a colony, and the two had been close. America had been the only one to like England during those days. Greece wondered if those old feelings of love and protectiveness on England's part were still there, and, if so, why he and France even wanted America in this war in the first place. There was one thing he did know for certain. Their arguing left him uncomfortable, and he wished they'd stop. England sighed. "Just don't do anything reckless. Again. Understood?"

"Sure thing, Artie."

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever. I'll talk with you later. I've got to meet with Patton about something . . ."

"I'm sure . . ." England sighed again. "Go . . . we'll talk about this later."

"He was captured after that," Greece murmured. The drive to Athens had been uneventful, and it allowed for him to remember something a little more recent than the days of his mother's reign. Thankfully, Japan had been the one driving instead of him. When they left the ancient ruins, he didn't believe he could manage driving, not with the anger and the wrongness flowing through him.

"Nani?" Japan said.

"America," Greece said. "He found me during World War II, hiding under some rubble . . . I wasn't in very good shape, but he carried me all the way back to where England had his troops stationed. After saving me, he and England argued outside the medical tent I was in . . . then he went after France. Germany had captured him again, and America went to rescue him behind enemy lines. I never got the chance to thank him for what he did . . ."

"I see," Japan said. Greece looked at him.

"I know you were allies with Germany at the time, and I don't blame you for the decisions you made at that time. You did what you had to do for your people," he murmured. "I know you know about it."

"I do know," the island nation said, nodding. "Germany and I spoke about it during one of our meetings. France managed to escape, but Amerika wasn't so rucky in the attempt."

Greece wanted to ask what happened to the younger nation during his captivity. He knew many American soldiers joined millions of others sent to the German concentration camps and that many never returned home. The courage to ask the question, however, faltered and vanished.

"We're armost there," Japan said. The American embassy loomed into view, but there were no lights shining from the walls or the building. Greece sat up further in his seat. Somehow, he knew the wrongness he felt had triggered the memories from the last world war, but he possessed no clue as to what it meant. He also knew the Americans were no longer in their embassy. They were leaving, just as they had done in both China and Japan.

'Mother,' he prayed, 'if you can see us and what's going on, please . . . help us . . . help us to make sense of what's going on . . .'

He and Japan stepped out of the car. The building and the grounds looked desolate, as if they'd been drained of their energies. Greece stepped forward, but Japan remained by the car.

"There is no one inside," he murmured with sadness. "We got here too rate . . ."

Greece could only nod, saddened as a nation yet feeling strangely elated at the same time. He walked towards the building, as silent as a ghost. Taped to the front of the door was a note.

Dear Heracles (Greece),

I'm sorry that we didn't get the chance to meet up while I was here, and, like, do some stuff together. I know how you like to hang out in your ruins and stuff, and it's just too cold for me to be out and about like that. Stupid stomach flu just won't leave me alone so I know I wouldn't be great company for you and stuff.

Anyway, dude, I left you a gift with your president and other political peeps. I hope it helps with your debt and all that. I know it's still been strangling you after all these years, the economy. You don't ever show it, I know, but it's been hurting you and I don't like to see anyone hurting. Be sure your government spends it wisely.

Have a Merry Christmas and wonderful upcoming new year!

Signed,

Alfred F. Jones (America)

P.S. Next time you see Kiku (Japan), could you tell him I'm not sorry for hanging out with him when I last visited? I feel awful that I couldn't, but I ate something that didn't agree with me on the flight there, and I was just miserable the entire time. Go fig, man. Food poisoning led up to stomach flu. Anyway, I know you'll see him before I get the chance to again. He's rather fond of you.

Peace out,

Alfred

"What does it say?" Japan asked. He walked up to Greece as he read over the note a second time then handed it to the island nation. As he did, his cell phone rang. The caller I.D. showed it was his boss, and he took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"Yes?" Greece said.

"You will never believe this!" his boss said, his excitement evident in his voice. It was infectious, and Heracles wanted to dance for joy, if it weren't for the anger and wrongness invading his senses. "The Americans! They have given us more than enough money to pay off our debts and get our economy back on track! Isn't this wonderful?"

"Yes," Greece murmured. "Very wonderful. I will see you shortly."

It was rude to say the least, but he hung up on his boss before the man could say more. He loved the president like family, but there was something he wanted to ask Japan without the other man listening.

"He doesn't say why he's packed everything up and reft," Japan muttered.

"Why would China say America is going to declare war?" Greece inquired. He, too, had noticed the same thing as his friend, and it bothered him.

"Nani?"

"China . . . he believes America is going to declare war on him . . . what would make him say that?"

It was Japan's turn to shift in discomfort.

"Kiku?"

"I wirr not beat around the bush with you," Japan said. "He believes it because it part of The Art of War by Sun Tzu. He uses it for miratary purposes. Amerika has, too."

"What about you?" Greece asked. "What do you think he'll do?"

"At this point, I don't know," Japan answered. He let out a heavy sigh. "I just wish to see him so I can tark to him and know for sure . . . he is my friend, and I don't want to rose him."

"Then we should call a world meeting and get him there," Greece said. "So we can know for sure."

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Author's notes: If you wish to know what some of the terms mean or where I got my information, please say so in your review, and I'll set up a thread in the forums for the research aspects.

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