What went wrong?

When everything seems lost...

"Focus countries! We gotta figure out how to beat the crap out of those axis guys! So I think we should go back to my original attack plan alpha! Anyone who doesn't know their position any more?"

"Excuse me, but haven't we all agreed that your plan is utterly foolish da?"

Russia smiled innocently. China snorted in amusement and France even managed a chuckle.

"What? No way! My Plans are always awesome, since they are the plans of the HERO!"

America grinned and gave all present nations a thumbs up.

"Seriously, who the fuck raised yeh to be such a ruddy annoyance?" the smoking redhead asked.

"Hey! No fair Scotland! You know that it was one of your people, just as much as I do!"

"Wrong brat. Those bastards ain't ma bloody people. An' even if they were I still ain't got a clue as to who exactly raised yeh." The older nation once again took a deep breath before he blew the smoke out and looked at the American.

"But yeh know that it should've been the nation, that claimed you as its colony, now don't yeh?"

The room had become deadly quiet, all of the other nations looking away (with the exception of Russia, who just smiled 'childishly'). America bit his lip, not knowing what to say and feeling like this was all to familiar already.

"Now come on Scot. You know I don't really remember much from my colony days... And also it's not my fault that England ain't got a personification!"

He tried to smile, but it honestly looked more painful than anything else. His words stung, even to his own ears. The redhead was quiet, but his unreadable expression soon turned sour.

"Wrong again brat. He's just...fugitive, but that doesn't mean he ain't existing. Am I right France?" The asked nation flinched lightly, before sighing.

"Écrosse... I don't want to be offending, but... well I will admit that I once knew someone who could 'ave been Angleterre. Sigh But that was a long long time ago. Even if he existed once, he 'as long gone missing since."

Scotland snorted at that comment, but remained quiet afterwards.

(...)

" W-Why are they sniff so m-mean? W-What have I e-ever done t-to them?" the crying child asked the shiny creature. The fairy smiled at the small figure with a sad sort of compassion.

"Because that's what older siblings are like." she said.

The little one tried to snort at that, but it sounded more like a sniffle instead.Another fae came flying by.

"You just need to prove yourself to them! Show them that you are just as strong as they are!" The other magical being announced proudly, but even before she could finish, the child had started to wail again.

"B-but I-I'm sniff NOT!T-They would j-just h-h-hurt me again! A-And I d-don't sniffle WANT t-that! C-Can't they j-just g-go away?"

The first fairy looked angrily at the other before she started to sooth the little blonde.

"Shhh, it's okay.It's alright! See? They are not here. And they can't hurt you if they don't know where you are." She smiled at the small figure reassuringly.

"T-They can't?"

"Yes my dear,they can't. They likely will not go away either, but as long as you keep your distance, nobody will ever hurt you."