The Unknown

Sunshine

Sunlight gently danced off of the wheat colored hair of the little nation that was once lost as the car pulled up to the hotel. The FACE family could see Ian and Patrick waiting for them in the lobby along with a few of the G8 nations that had been milling around. Arthur carried his child into the hotel, saddened by how light the child was. Bill and Leon ran through the lobby, meeting up with the small group right as they reached the elevator. Leon gasped at the thinness of the child, something he hadn't realized through the filters of the snapshots, which made him worry.
"Is that... Is it really him?" Leon almost gagged when Matthew nodded. Arthur sighed as Ian looked over the seals. They all knew that it would take time to break through the seals. As it was, one seal had almost been broken through during the drive back.
"This will be a difficult task. We want to remove as many as possible now. We won't be doing it alone. The G8, China, and a few others have agreed to help also. We have the holy water and the purified water from different States to work with. Matthew and Leon will be in charge of Peter during this time. The rest of you are coming in shifts." Matthew wasn't sure who said this or even if it was accented. He was shocked that his little brother was back. His little brother that had wrote to him in a panic, begging for him to find his precious sibling with much haste. He felt Alfred being taken from him. Panic started to well up. He tried to grab the small child back.
"No! Give him back! I promised to protect him!" A slap on his cheek brought him back to clarity. Francis was right in front of him.
"We all promised to look after him. Zhis iz not your fault, mon cher. Peter and Leon are your responsibility. When Alfred wakes up, he will need all the love a family can give him." Francis watched as Matthew realized that Leon was quite shaken and smiled fondly as one of his little children rushed off to care for the others. He was dreading the mood of the group working with Alfred.
~PASTA~
Feliciano was shocked that America had been found. Of course he and his brother, Romano, agreed to help the lost nation. The boy they saw, though, wasn't the image any nation outside of the Commonwealth and Great Britain expected. The usually cheery Italian carefully categorized everything he was seeing. Small, so very small, and vulnerable were the only words to describe the boy laid out on the bed. Dust and grime covered the boy and his outfit. The blood red symbols were without a doubt made by the fallen soldiers of his country. The Italian looked to his brother. Romano nodded back. Feliciano hesitated. Only the first three or so parent countries could remove the essential symbols.
Antonio was the first to get Francis and Arthur to help him is gently washing off a few of the marks. The ancient powers of the nations were being focused in bringing the youngest nation back to awareness. They were as gentle as could be given the circumstances. What surprised all the countries was that they were not fighting in the slightest. Sunshine gently danced in the room, highlighting the wheat colored hair of the little nation that was now found.