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Four Weeks Later . . . (January 2022)
"I am hoping you and Romano will be able to make it," Greece said. Spain fought the urge to sigh and groan at his fellow nation. As soon as America had given the other nation plenty of money to pour into social programs and jumpstart his economy, Greece, along with the help of Japan, had been asking for a world conference to be called, much to everyone's great annoyance. Their claims for wanting to hold a world conference were that they were worried for America, the younger nation's actions growing more and more baffling with each passing day. By now, everyone knew something was going on the North American nation, but no one knew which nation would receive the final shut down. His embassies and consulates were being shut down as well as military bases around the world with China being the first, and all of it happened at an alarming rate. Trade and flights to and from America had all been cancelled once his people from abroad returned home without much urging from America's boss, and the only Americans anyone saw were those still in the remaining open embassies and those from the Army Corps of Engineers. Throughout the African and Middle Eastern nations in addition to South America, the Americans were constructing irrigation systems and schools, building and rebuilding roads, and strengthening old bridges. From what Spain heard on the news programs, the Engineers were working hard, they were working fast, and they were working efficiently, as if they were on some kind of a timeline. Because of his actions, because when he finally shut down his embassies, it was with no explanation as to why. The nations wondered what America was planning. "This is quite the serious issue."
"I will think about it, amigo. There's more to this than simply agreeing to come, you know. I have to talk to not only my boss about scheduling, but Romano's, too," Spain said. He spoke with a calm and ease he didn't precisely feel. In his mind, he thought 'Yeah, right. Like I really want to do anything to help that bastard. It must be nice to be able to pay off his debts like that. Lucky bastard. Where exactly is he getting the money from, I wonder.'
Romano felt the same way. When Spain took the call from Greece, his former ward scowled and stormed off upon learning it was, once again, about America and his actions, cursing in Italian the entire time. Now Antonio's eyes wandered in the direction in which the Italian nation had wandered, no doubt chomping down angrily on a tomato to keep himself calm.
"Of course," Greece said in reply. "I do understand it isn't quite as simple as organizing something of this magnitude right away. Kiku and I just feel that, the sooner we can get this meeting announced, the better it will be for everyone involved. I am sure you are feeling the effects of no longer having American tourists within your lands . . ."
'Of course, I am,' Spain thought with bitterness. 'That's why I don't want to help that bastard at all. He's doing this on purpose. He's trying to teach everyone a lesson and trying to prove that we need him when we don't.'
"I am," he replied, keeping his temper in check. He knew of the bailout Greece had received from America. He, like the rest of the world, knew how the nation was recovering because of it. And it just wasn't money that America had brought to Greece, and, indeed, to the nations living on the African and South American continents. It was medicine, books, food and clothes . . . everything their people needed. "But it isn't anything we can't handle. I'm sure we can find other ways to bring in revenue."
"Antonio, this isn't just about revenue," Greece said. He sounded tired and . . . resigned. "I am sure you have heard the rumors as to why Amerika is doing this, yes?"
Spain paused before replying. Unlike what most of the other nations thought, he didn't spend every single minute of his spare time trying to woo Romano and Belgium. He watched the news. China, the moment America had left his lands, started to increase his military strength and fortify strategic locations, bringing his younger siblings who didn't despise him or were still under his yoke – North Korea, Vietnam, Thailand, and Hong Kong – into the conflict. The older nation believed and feared that American intended to declare war. The way Antonio saw it, it didn't make any sense for America to declare war if he withdrew all of his military bases from his allies in the Pacific. He wouldn't leave Japan, South Korea, and Philippines completely defenseless, despite the U.S. military training Japanese citizens to defend their homeland.
Then there was what Canada and his own creation, Mexico, had told them at the last world meeting. Suicide. It was something they believed him capable of doing, and now, apparently, so did Greece and Japan.
"Si," he said. "I have. China thinks he intends to declare war. I'm not sure why he would think that . . ."
"He thinks it because it is what he would do," Greece interjected. "It is written in part of an ancient Chinese military text. 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu. It is, as I'm sure you are aware, a book on military strategy. Amerika has studied it and used it in training his armies."
"And how do you know he has studied it?"
"Because Japan told me," Greece answered. "It is used by Amerika's military for determining which tactics to use. Japan's businessmen use this book as well. Apparently, it is a very useful tool in trying to undermine one's opponent."
At first, Spain didn't know what to think about this revelation. Personally, he thought America made the rules of battle up as he went along once he broke free from England's rule and gained his independence. The younger nation had done many things in the course of his history that no nation had ever done in battles, but, once he had, the rest of the nations followed suit. Some of it did make sense, of course, but others were just brutal. To hear that he utilized an ancient Chinese text on military strategy was astounding, and it left Spain feeling wary. If America studied this book with only two other nations realizing it, what else was he hiding? Was he really the idiot everyone believed him to be? Spain wasn't so sure, but he also didn't believe that America hiding things and finally giving something more than heartache, frustration, and idiocy back to the rest of the world was worth calling a world meeting as soon as possible. He didn't understand this particular desire of Greece and Japan's to get this done.
"Huh," Spain said, almost an inaudible sound. "I guess that makes sense as to why China would think that, if he's the one who wrote the book . . ."
"Mexico and Canada never said anything about Amerika doing anything like he's done," Greece said. "That is why China believes he will declare war. It's what he told Japan during a visit."
"So why do you think Canada and Mexico are right?" Spain asked. There was a pause and what sounded like the other nation shifting.
"There is something not right with what's going on," Greece murmured. "It is hard to explain, hard to describe . . . something isn't right, and Japan and I would like to talk to him, to be sure he's feeling all right."
"So why didn't you ask him when he was there?" Spain asked. "Or did he not bother to show up when his embassies closed?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. When Greece didn't say anything right away, Spain started to wonder if the other had forgotten about him. Then there was a soft, long inhale of breath.
"He was here," Greece said. "I sensed his presence in my lands. However, I never received the chance to speak with him. He stayed within his embassy's walls, claiming illness. He's also refused to take calls and not responding to email requests."
"And Japan and China?"
"China, according to Japan, refused to see him when he was there, but it is believed he attended that first meeting. Unfortunately, we can't be sure. As for when he visited Japan . . . he claimed illness then, too. It is our hope that calling a world conference and extending an invitation to America . . ."
"You can actually bring him out to where everyone can confront him," Spain finished. He couldn't help but feel and sound bitter over the notion. The world had yet to recover from the political, religious, and economic upheavals from the last decade, and still all eyes were on America and what was happening there. Spain hated the amount of attention the world lavished upon the younger nation at the same time he envied it. There was so much America could and had done for himself yet everyone, in Antonio's mind, kept insisting on doting on him. Half of America's problems were caused by America himself, and the world would be a better place once everyone, including America, realized it. Not that America hadn't faced tragedy since that last world meeting, but Spain found that his sympathy went so far. He wanted the drama to end when it came to America, but he believed that it wouldn't, not if any of the rumours were true.
"Yes," Greece said. "Your help on this would be greatly appreciated."
"I've no doubts that it will, amigo," he replied. "I will get back with you on it as soon as I am able."
"Thank you."
The line on the other end cut out, and Spain let out a sigh of relief. Greece and Japan were starting to increase the number of calls, letters, and emails they sent out to the other nations about calling a world conference as soon as possible. The emails were simple and belied their true intentions since America's email address was often included. They were requests for a world conference to be called on, for the umpteenth billion time (seemed like), global warming and world hunger. They were the kind of meetings that most of the nations dreaded but the ones America adored, if only so he could present his idiotic ideas to them and insist that they were the best for the world's problems. They never accomplished anything, as far as Spain could tell, and he was in no hurry to call for one in any event.
As he thought of his phone call with Greece, of how the other nations America allegedly visited, Spain noted each had not seen him when he was there. No one saw the younger nation anymore, not even his neighbors and siblings, Canada and Mexico, and it was in thinking of those two, Spain frowned. He truly found it hard to believe that neither Canada nor Mexico had seen America in between world meetings. Their lands were quite literally touching America's, almost the same way Portugal and France were his neighbors. Most of the time, Spain couldn't go a week without seeing at least one of them. How could Canada and Mexico not see America?
'There's only one way to find out,' Spain thought, picking up his phone and dialing. 'I just hope he answers.
"Hola, Padre," Mexico said after the third ring. Spain scowled at the sarcastic way the younger nation said 'father' and at the hints of anger in his voice. He also refrained from sighing in sadness and frustration. While the relations between their governments weren't exactly bad, Mexico wasn't exactly fond of his former mentor and father figure. Too much anger and resentment remained in Mexico, in William, over the loss of some of his ancient cultures at the hands of Spain's people. "What can I do for you today?"
"Hola, Mexico. I hope today is finding you well," Spain said. "If it won't be too much trouble, I would like for you to answer some questions for me."
"What kind of questions?"
"Questions about your neighbor, America," he said. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lovino standing in the doorway, a tomato in hand and a dark scowl on his face. "I'd like to know the truth. When was the last time you saw him?"
"Dios mio, Padre!" Mexico exclaimed, irritation in his voice. "It was as Canada and I said in that last world meeting! We saw him once after that. He came to visit me with an apology and a promise on his lips. Since then, there has been nothing."
"I don't believe you," Spain said, now feeling irritated himself at the younger nation. "You are his neighbor! So is Canada. The three of you share a bond like no other!"
"No," Mexico replied. The contempt was thick in his voice. Somewhere in the background, Spain heard guitars, and he wondered where the younger nation was at in his lands. "America and Canada share a bond like no other. They agree on their borders. America has no problems with Canadians wanting to enter his lands for a better life, and the same goes for Canada. They have no disputes when it comes to who comes and goes between them. And it is true. I've not seen America since that last visit of his."
"I find it hard to believe . . ."
"Of course you would!" Mexico all but shouted. "When you were in these lands, colonizing, how far into America's lands did you go? Not your people but you. It must not have been too far or you'd know."
"Know what?"
"How easy it is to not be seen in America's lands," Mexico replied. "My lands only border on Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California. There are fifty states and a federal district that comprise of America's lands, Padre. If America does not want for either me or Canada to see him, we do not see him. There are forests and deserts and mountains for him to use as personal retreats. While it is all but impossible for you to go without seeing Portugal or France, it is easy to not see America. You are a fool if you think he is a nation the same size as you. In terms of land," and at this Mexico laughed, "well, Padre, I think it would be safe to say he outstrips everyone in Europe. Without the benefit of flight, it would take a week to go from America's East Coast to the West, depending on how fast he wants to drive and how many stops he wants to make along the way. You have a mere population of fifty million. His, last I knew, was closer to three-hundred-fourteen million. America nearly has triple the number of people that I have and more than ten times that of Canada. He could blend in with them, and I would never know it. Only China and India have population sizes larger than America, though their lands are smaller. Even Russia can't beat him when it comes to numbers."
Spain felt his jaw drop at the numbers Mexico just tossed at him. He knew in terms of population and land America was by far larger than he, but to have a larger population than Russia? It was astounding! Russia was a very large country!
"I didn't . . ."
"Didn't what?" Mexico asked. "Didn't know? Why would you? The only time you care about what's happening with America, Canada, or myself is when it has a direct impact on you. By the way, how are you feeling? Feeling the sting of not having American tourists in your lands or the trade? How devastating is it to not be trading with the one person in the world you know wants what you sell?"
"I'm doing quite fine without America for trade," Spain retorted. "He isn't the only nation in the world for that!"
"But he was the one you wanted access to the most when he fought that revolution of his," Mexico said, his tone quiet. A soft sigh followed his remark. "I know he isn't the only nation in the world, Padre . . . I'm sure you and the others will figure out something. You often do."
The line on the other end clicked, and Spain sighed. He thought of calling Cuba, of asking him what he thought about America's more recent behaviour, but he didn't think that conversation would go any better than what his talk with Mexico had. His mind still reeled from the amount of information his former ward had tossed at him. Somehow, he knew that America's lands and his population exceeded that of his own, but he never truly comprehended those pieces of information. A part of him still couldn't truly comprehend the magnitude of what Mexico had told him. Much like America's insane ideas, it was a foreign concept, one that would forever elude him.
"So what did he have to say?" Romano asked. Some tomato juice dribbled down his chin.
"That apparently I'm still an idiot," Spain replied, sighing a little. He scrubbed at his eyes, exhaustion settling over his body. He hated how tired he felt since America's tourists and soldiers were no longer in his lands and since trade and commerce had all but come to a complete halt. "I wanted to know how he and Canada could not see America as they are neighbors. Apparently, it is quite easy."
"I don't believe that," Romano said.
"Believe it," Spain said. He let out another sigh. "According to him, if America doesn't want to be seen, there are plenty of places for him to hide. There is more land stretching between Mexico and Canada than there is between me and Germany . . . without the annoying hassles of France and Switzerland."
"No, they just have the annoyance of America," Romano said. He stared hard at Spain for several minutes before asking, "Greece wanted to talk about calling a world conference again, didn't he?"
"Si, he did," Spain replied. "Apparently, he is siding with Japan, Canada, and Mexico on this matter of what America might be doing."
"Oh? And what might America be doing?" Romano asked.
"Committing suicide as opposed to declaring war on China."
To that, Romano snorted in derision.
"Oh, please!" he said. "So long as his lands and his people exist, America can't die. We can't die. Not unless we're completely obliterated. If anything, all America is doing is trying to get attention by going into isolation. Nothing more. Nothing less."
Spain nodded his head slowly in agreement, though something about what Romano said didn't feel completely right. He just couldn't pinpoint precisely what was wrong. A wave of dizziness assaulted him, and he leaned against the counter to steady himself.
He hated to admit it, even to himself, but Mexico's insight to his current economic troubles was too accurate for his liking. In fact, since America's people stopped visiting, Spain had felt the pains from losing that source of revenue. He couldn't even recall the last time an American set foot into his lands.
'Why is he doing this?' Spain wondered. 'Why has he called his people back home? What's going on in his country that everyone is returning back to his lands?'
As he thought about it, Spain realized he'd heard nothing of America's 2020 presidential election. He couldn't even recall if anything was said about the 2016 election, either. He remembered that the years 2008 and 2012 were quite brutal as religious and political leaders divided the nation's populace almost irrevocably. By the end of the year 2015, very little news reached Europe about America.
"What is it?" Romano asked.
"Huh?" Spain glanced at him.
"You were frowning just a moment ago, bastard," the younger nation said. "What is it?"
"Oh . . ." He blinked then shook his head. "I was just thinking . . . I haven't heard anything about America's last election. Last two elections, actually. I don't know who his boss is . . ."
"I'm sure it's been in the news somewhere," Romano said. "If not, there's always that fat bastard's government website. That's the one thing he's always bragged about, who his boss is and how that person is cooler than anyone else. Why would now be any different?"
Again, Romano had another point. America loved how his system worked. He believed himself to be the best country in the world, his people the best. Someone somewhere had to know who America's boss was.
"Maybe Cuba will know," Spain muttered. He didn't relish the thought of contacting his other former colony.
"Or you could visit the U.S. government's website," Romano said. "I doubt Cuba cares too much about who America's boss is."
"Ungrateful . . ." Spain muttered under his breath, leaving the rest unfinished. He still remembered the sounds of gun and cannon fire, the shouting of the Americans as they kept his ships from reaching the small island nation.
Independence.
Like America, Cuba had wanted independence from Spain. He'd been willing to fight for it, too, but he wasn't like England or Japan. He was like all fledgling colonies – weak. Spain thought he could do what England couldn't as Cuba didn't have the unlimited resources. A few warships and it would be over.
"Spain?" Romano's voice sounded so far away. Spain blinked as his vision blurred. The world spun before it turned black.

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Romano yelped and leapt forward the moment Spain swayed and collapsed. He managed to reach his former caretaker before his head hit the floor. Unfortunately, Spain weighed more than he did, and the two crashed anyway. The Italian nation cursed under his breath, Spain and America both receiving the bulk of them, as he tried to crawl out from under his former guardian and get him to a different room.
He wasn't as blind to what was going on as many of the other nations thought. Romano knew that America and his people had been shutting the door on the rest of the world for nearly a decade. No one paid much attention to it, however. As much as he didn't want to care about such things, he did. It affected him, his idiotic younger brother, and the rest of the European nations. Confusion ruled in the places where American corporations simply stopped all communications, and the military shut down. Factories were built in various places around the world. His homeland had experienced a slight economic boost thanks to the factories being built, but it wasn't enough to stop the effects of an economic decline. His country needed American tourists and military personnel to support their tourist industry. People from Canada simply weren't enough, and Romano hated that America had managed to lay a world of hurt, not only on him and his idiot brother Feliciano, but on Spain and the rest of Europe as well.
In the midst of his tirade against both Spain and America – Spain for being such a heavy and now unconscious nation and pinning Romano to the floor – the phone rang. Lovino wriggled out from underneath Antonio to the best of abilities in order to answer.
"Hello?" he said in a gruff tone.
"Ah, senor Romano," a woman's voice said. Romano recognized her as Spain's boss. "I was not expecting you to answer."
'More like you weren't expecting me here at all,' Romano thought.
"I'm here," he said. "Spain is . . ."
He glanced at the unconscious nation.
"Spain is unable to talk right now," he said in an effort to save face for his former caretaker. "That's why I answered the phone."
"Oh," the woman said. "That is too bad. I had hoped to catch him about an important meeting."
"What meeting?" Romano narrowed his eyes, though she couldn't see him. "He never told me about any meeting."
"That's because he didn't know," she replied. "A delegation from America has just arrived. They are requesting my presence as well as that of Senor Spain."
"Well, he can't make it," Romano snapped, glaring at the Spaniard. "Even if he could, I'm certain he wouldn't want to. You can tell that to the burger-loving bastard."
"I suppose we could meet with Senor America and his delegation without our representative," the woman said thoughtfully. "Unless, of course, you would be interested?"
"No." Romano shook his head. "No . . . I, uh, I'm not feeling so well right this moment. I think I should stay here and rest as well."
"Oh, that is too bad," she said, although she hardly sounded disappointed. "We could use a representative right now . . . though I'm sure it isn't quite necessary, either."
"It would not be a good idea for me to be there," Romano said. "It may be catchy, you know? Besides, someone should be here for the toma-I mean, Spain."
"Of course," she said. "I will be sure to let the delegation know of this. They're timing couldn't be worse anyway . . . You will take care of Antonio, won't you?"
Her voice was hopeful, and he resisted the urge to snort in derision at her. What kind of person did she think he was? His former caretaker may have been a royal pain in his ass as a child, still wasn't very mature when it came to a lot of things (the sea turtles wandering into the restaurant came to mind), but he was one of the only few people Romano trusted. He couldn't leave Spain alone, even if he wanted to actually speak to that burger-loving bastard. In a way, he understood the woman's concern.
"Of course, I will," he grumbled. "It is not like I'm going to go anywhere."
"Thank you," she said. "I will keep in touch with what the American delegation wants. Adios."
"Adios," Romano said as she hung up. It took him some maneuvering to put the receiver back – Antonio remained still and slightly feverish – but he somehow managed. He then looked at the still unconscious Spain.
"You," he said, "are a real pain in the ass, you know that? Why couldn't you have passed out in your bed and make this easier for me? Bastard. I suppose it can't be helped, though. America is really doing a number on everyone, isn't he? Maybe we should see about a world meeting, just so we can tell him off, si?"
Shaking his head in fond annoyance and not really expecting an answer back, Romano set about getting his former caretaker into his room.

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His son looked awful, Spain thought. Bandages covered parts of Cuba's hands and face. More undoubtedly covered his chest, arms and legs, but those were hidden by the long pants and long-sleeved shirt he wore. They were clothes that possibly belonged to America – they weren't the Cuban's usual style. Antonio's heart ached as he saw the damage the war had wrought upon his child, and he knew that dangerous, murderous glint in the island nation's eyes was for him. But the wounds weren't what indicated to Spain his son's misery. It was the cooling weather in Paris. Cuba, to his knowledge, never really experienced the changing of the seasons the way France, England, and most of Europe did. Italy, especially Southern Italy, was quite beautiful this time of year, with the leaves changing colors . . . He blinked and mentally shook his head. He had to keep his focus. There was a reason for this meeting, and it was to negotiate the end of the war with Cuba's northern neighbor, one country Spain blamed for his son's rebellion.
America, of course, sat next to Cuba. His back was straight, his shoulders squared, and his blue eyes bright and full of determination. It was as if he knew how this would turn out. Yet there was no smile on America's face. How could he not be smiling? He was winning this war and all because he happened to be closer to Cuba than Spain was. Why was he not smiling?
"You should just let Cuba go," England had said. The two of them were having tea in the Brit's garden, the tea the only thing Spain could stomach. Arthur hadn't even looked at him as he spoke.
"Let him go? But he's my colony!"
"He's also too far away for you to control." A sad and wistful smile had graced the blond's face. "You can try and hold onto him all you want, but it won't matter in the end. He will still leave you. It is the way of children, after all."
"Hey, just because you couldn't keep the reins tight on America doesn't mean I should have to give up what I have in the New World!" Spain had risen to his feet, his entire body shaking with fury. No wonder Britain didn't have very many friends.
"This isn't about what I could or couldn't do with America. This is about you maintaining relationships with your children." The Brit raised his cup to his lips. "If you wish to remain on good terms with any of them, you will let them go so they can learn on their own. I know how you are, Antonio. You like to hold a grudge. If Cuba is anything like you, he will hold this against you forever."
'I wish I would have listened,' Antonio thought. It was, however, too late. He'd made his choices a long time ago, and he knew he would have to live with the consequences.
Spain groaned. The bright light of mid afternoon surrounded him, causing his head to pound. Yet, at the same time his entire body ached, he felt remarkably . . . better. And happy but also irritated, confused, and wrong. He didn't understand why this was.
"It's about time you woke up, bastard."
He turned his head towards Romano. His former charge stood in the doorway, a bowl of tomatoes in hand. Instead of his usual scowl, however, there was a slight smile on his face.
"Romano?"
"Si, you lunkhead, I'm still here." The Italian crossed the room. "Here. I brought you some tomatoes. Thought you might be hungry when you woke up."
"Aye, that I am," Spain replied. His stomach rumbled in agreement, and he sat up. "What happened?"
"You passed out after you talked with William. I had to drag your sorry ass back here."
"Oh. Thank you for that." Spain tilted his head as he took a tomato. "By the way, what has you smiling? You don't smile very often, Romano."
At that, Romano's smile got a little bit bigger, but his eyes spoke of trouble.
"That's because America sent a delegation," he said. "Like he did to China, Japan, and Greece."
"Romano?"
"The Americans, they, uh . . . they gave your country a bailout of some kind. Your presidente, she called about twenty minutes ago with the news. There's more, but she wouldn't tell me. She said you have to call her when you are able."
"That is . . . good," Spain said. "In a way, I guess."
"Si. It is good . . . it worries me, though."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Antonio," Romano paused. "Where is he getting the money to do this?"
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