Not saving them is also an option [And a few other things are an option]

The one, where it's not their fault

Fandoms: Hamilton, Hetalia 

On the world meeting, there is this guy, most of the nations don't know him. Alfred (America) is talking to him. The nations know he is not a nation, it was a civilian.

 Arthur (England) and Francis (France) approach them, to scold Alfred, as the good parents they are. But when Francis saw the man's face, he froze. He recognized him.

 Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette looked at Francis and stopped talking. He excused himself from Alfred and went to hug France. 

In the corner of the room were sitting the teenage nation twins. The boy (Slovakia) was holding his little (in height) sister (Czech) close to his chest, while she was sobbing into his shirt. 

Francis got a horrible idea and dragged the Frenchman to them. 

"Hey kid, heard there's a lot going for you, right?" Gilbert sat next to the girl from the other side. 

She couldn't even look at the man. Slovakia excused himself and Gil hugged her.

 "What's wrong kid?" He asked with almost fatherly love. When he was imprisoned she would always come to at least pay him a visit.

She mummered something he couldn't understand.

 "Ca c'etait quoi?" [What was that] (If it's wrong blame Google translate.)

 "I said I'm sorry."

 His Frenchface turned into a confused Frenchface. "Sorry? For what, ma Cherie?" The confusion clear in his voice. "For imprisoning you. You are a good man, Gilbert." He just smiled. 

"Ma Cherie, what your people did is not your fault. What any nation's people do is not the nation's fault. 

"Look at Vanya (Russia), His people did a lot of merde in the times of Soviet Union, but he meant it in a good way. He just wanted to show other nations, that they can be family, he wanted them to know, that there is somewhere, where they always have an open door, if they need. That there is a place they can call home. 

"Englishmen killed a lot of my good friends, but Mr Kirkland juste wanted Alfred to stay home with him. He's kind of his Père. Je ne sais pas how it is with you nations. But I think Arthur is some kind of his Père. 

"And let's not talk about the World Wars. My point is. La merde the people do everyday, it's any of yours fault, Ma Cherie." By now, every nation was listening and/or crying.