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Chapter Four- The Plan Is Set

"ITALY?!" The past nations exclaimed, except Feliciano himself, who just looked really scared. He looked at his future self, asking for confirmation. The man in turn just looked at him straight in the eye and nodded.

"Italia became a superpower because... Because..." Germany closed his eyes. "I- it is not my place to stay. Ask him, but I think it is still a sore subject, ja, Italia?"

"Si."

The room became quiet, an awkward silence befalling all nations. Italy had his mouth shut, and Feliciano looked at the floor, stumped. 'The last time I was a superpower nation... Technically I wasn't a superpower, yet I was strong those times, was when I was little. When I still didn't know...'he thought in desperation. 'Lord God, please, not him.'

Kiku coughed into his fist and gestured Russia. "We also want to know about..." He trailed off, wishing that the guy would understand. He did.

"The reason why I'm like this, is well... It's kind of connected towards the attack directed to you earlier." Russia leaned back on the sofa, looking up on the ceiling. "Please don't hate me. I didn't even know how, or why did it happen to me. It was not my fault."

"It's alright." Arthur crossed his legs. "Nations make mistakes once in a while."

"It's not just a mistake, Arthur." England sighed. "It's the reason why the United Nations was disbanded, or annulled, I don't bloody know. We are the only ones that stayed constant; the G10- and everyone either hated us and created the offending group, though others became neutral."

"The world is like that now?" Alfred asked, slamming on the table his hands. "What was the UN doing? The EU? ASEAN? NATO? The different peace-keeping groups?"

"They disbanded, annoying right?" America huffed. "I know. I hate it. But what could I do that time? Nothing. Effing nothing. I had the VD going on."

"But why?" Francis pressed. "Why is it that we are the only ones that are here?"

"It's because-" Russia started, yet was cut off by Italy.

"Do not dare to say it to them." He had a livid face on. "Do not say it to them, CHIGI!"

There it was. Feliciano understood why he seemed so different. All the signs. His suspicions were confirmed, and he couldn't keep in his tears. The past nations immediately became concerned at the sudden action, Kiku asking his friend if he was alright, and Ludwig awkwardly patting him on the back.

Alfred replayed what Italy had said.

"What do you mean, Chigi?"

"Fratello is dead! Fratello is dead! Why did he die?!" Feliciano wailed as he cried, face on a pillow. "How could he die? Please, tell me why did he die!"

"Die?" Francis' eyes went wide. "What do you mean he died? I don't get it!"

"Nations can't die, they fade." Arthur said in a confused tone. "Right?"

America sighed. "That's what we thought as well."

America spread his arms wide. "We thought that no nation could kill another nation. But from the last three years, we began to doubt that."

"Some nations either weakened by time or faded, just like Ancient Rome, and Germania," he showed them a sketched picture of the two (courtesy by Italy). "-some of them just faded in the background," he continued, showing Native America, Africa and Britannia, "and others, we never just knew." Holy Roman Empire was showed.

"But three years ago, the world went uproar as this body was sent to the government." America closed his eyes, knowing the picture by heart. It showed that a man was on the ground, lifeless, body covered with gunshots. The only thing that kept the other nations from gagging at the sight was their previous experiences with it, and that it was in fact a common thing in life if you were as old as them. Still, they couldn't help but feel that it was a sick act.

"Fratello." Italy also closed his eyes. "That was the body sent to my government. It was Fratello's."

"But who would do that to him?" Ludwig exclaimed, not accepting the fact that the one who always threw curses at him and called him a 'potato bastard' actually... Died. And he was a nation. Nations just didn't die.

"Romano's a nice person." Ivan agreed. "He always tried to become friends with me, but for some reasons I don't understand he screams whenever I come near him."

"Probably because he's scared of you, Ivan." Alfred rolled his eyes.

"He cursed a lot, yes." Arthur nodded. "But it was his usual language. Everyone knew that. So maybe it wasn't homicide at all?"

The Other North American in the room shook his head. "It was a case of murder." Canada continued, contradicting what the Englishman had predicted. "But the government was put into a high alert that time, and no one really knew the truth, not even the officials. The government tried to keep everything in close wraps, but like always, there would be a certain leak."

"They didn't really count one will find out the leads." France continued, noting subconsciously that their narration left the others hanging onto every word. "They had 'found out' the 'murderer' by the DNA mixed to Romano's blood. They weren't sure of it though, but what was done, was done."

"They didn't even bother that the one they were reporting was a million miles away, did not even interact with Romano that much, and was a powerful nation aru." China bit his lip in disgust. "But maybe they believe easily in the evidence is that because technology seems to prove things quite correctly most of the time?"

"That could be, aru."

America crossed his arms, showing the rebellions and every retaliation on the holographic screen. "And since the whole world doesn't really know our existence, every civilian of Italy, every person who knew Romano, or Lovino, or was remotely Italian, began to retaliate to the suspect."

"You could have seen them." Japan laughed bitterly. "They were tough for being Italians."

"Who was the suspect, aru?"

The future nations had their lips sealed, and the past ones understood what they wanted to say.

Not yet.

"Well," Canada laughed awkwardly. "What a way to greet visitors! That was definitely a nice way. Really, guys, eh?"

The somber mood was getting to the red-clad nation, and frankly, he didn't like it. China had same ideas as him.

"Aiyah aru!" he exclaimed. "Don't worry. Everything will get better. And what was your purpose for travelling here? Wasn't it because you wanted to change the future? Well here you go, you can change that part!"

"That's correct." Ludwig nodded. "But what will we do? The others don't even know we actually time-travelled. They just know that we were going to be gone for a month or so. What will we say? They won't believe us."

Feliciano sniffled. "Si…. Fratello would probably tell me, '(You're an idiot if you think I will believe a word that you're saying.)"

"That's what's he's going to say, I know that." Italy laughed, a carefree expression on his face. Feliciano relaxed seeing his future counterpart smile. Francis however looked troubled at the fact.

'Is he developing MPD? Or bi-polar disorder? Mon dieu, poor Italie. In the span of twenty years….'

"Um…. how are the other nations then?" Arthur asked.

"The other nations…. haha, that's…. an interesting question you have there." America lowered his hands slowly, looking lost. "Um…."

"We're not in the best terms with each other." Russia interjected, a heavy weight settling in his chest. "They're ignoring us, they hate us, they don't associate us…"

"The others tolerate us though." France added, trying to lighten the mood.

"But there are more nations who hate us though." England spoke in monotone. China glared at him across the room. "What? I can't give them all the good facts. This is reality- if they are going to change the future, then they should know all sides of the happenings of whatever had happened to us, and in detail. The Queen knows that we need all facts to know which is which."

"But I was trying to lighten the mood, Anglettere!"

"Shi de, he was!" China agreed. This sparked another argument with the two, and Canada tried to diffuse them but with no success.

"It's true though." Everyone quieted hearing America's voice. Alfred combed his hair with his hand, patting his future self on the back. "If… if we have to tell them everything, then we have to tell them everything." He gestured towards the hologram, and a world map showed, and the past nations noticed that they were differently colored.

"As you can see, we are colored blue." Russia pointed out.

"Why blue?" Ivan snorted. "Is it because of a hamburger-loving nation?"

"Hey!" America and Alfred protested in annoyance.

"Good one, and da, it's because of him." Russia chuckled.

"The gray ones are neutral." Germany continued.

"For some reason, I'm not surprised Switzerland and Liechstein are there." Ludwig commented.

"Yeah."

"Nobel Peace Prize and all." Japan and Kiku muttered under their breaths simultaneously.

"A-And the red?" Feliciano asked in a shaky breath, as he observed that almost three-fourths of the world map was red in color. "What- what does that mean?"

The others quieted. "Those in red are against us, ve." Italy finally said after a lot of thought.

The past nations gazed at the red-colored parts of the map and realized that indeed, almost all nations were colored red. A few were only colored blue (them and at least three more countries?), and only a few were gray.

"That's a lot of red there." Alfred said in a light tone. "So those nations hate all of us here?"

"More or less." France nodded in his direction. "Others were just influenced, that I am sure…"

Alfred pounded a fist on top of another. "Well, is anyone recording this? Somebody should- coz if we're going to make our future better, someone should take down notes! If we're going to go back and stop every mistake we did we could stop this from happening!"

The other nations smiled at his optimism, though the others at his naivety.

"Other things though, we have to learn on our own, because we only get leanings from our experiences, aru." Yao pointed out. "Do you think I had to privilege to undo everything that I have done with a time machine?"

Alfred looked at the floor. "Well, no…"

"Will you undo everything that you have experienced because of a time machine?"

"No…. The past is what defines me…."

"Hey, it's not like that!" America stepped in front, and in a second Yao was intimidated at his stance. "You had a message from the future asking for help and to not repeat their mistakes. Of course you need to know these things!"

"Sometimes it's just inevitable, America." Canada soothed his enraged brother. It would not bode well.

"But write down the part of fratello." Italy demanded, "-because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want that to happen ever again." Feliciano nodded, and Kiku wrote down the plea, being the one who took initiative in taking down important things down. Italy giggled happily in his seat.

Arthur scoffed. "We got that out of the way. Other things to know? How about, new nations?" His eyebrows knitted together, remembering a certain micronation in a corner of his mind. "Wait, bloody hell, what happened to Sealand? Did the brat become a nation already? Or in line with that, what happened to all micronations?"

England chuckled. "I knew you would ask that."

"As for Sealand," Canada sustained, gesturing towards the hologram, and it showed a boat covered with a lot of a certain 'D' with a figure of a mouse head. "-England got fed up with him, and Sealand got fed up with him as well. England fully gave the responsibility to the Nordics…. but Sealand apparently found a new idol."

"Is that Disneyland?" Alfred blurted out. "Disneyland on a freaking boat?"

"Sealand looked up to Amerique!" France laughed. "And since he loved Disney so much, he actually wanted his land to be converted into one!"

"What happened afterwards?" Francis asked, smiling as the previous tension disappeared from them.

"He got recognized!" England chuckled.

"As an Overseas Disneyland though." China added. "But what could you do? People loved it, Disneyland on Sealand was his promotion. He's rich."

"He was so happy, he kissed Amerika." Russia pitched in, laughing as his friend's face got red.

"Well, I made him happy, so hah." He pouted and looked towards the time-traveller nations. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing." Arthur truthfully quipped. "That lad won't pester me again."

"He still does." China laughed at the shocked expression on the bushy-browed nation. "He still does, ahen."

"Oh, we should tell you about-" Whatever Japan was going to say was cut off by the phone ringing, whom Canada answered and immediately put into speaker mode.

[Hello there nations! This is the president of the ARC, and I am telling you all nations present for you to attend the meeting scheduled at 0600 tomorrow. Please be prompt, and we will be holding it in Canada. Thank you.]

A few beats of silence and-

"Well dang it." America huffed. "I just came from a national meeting, I'll be going to a state meeting tomorrow, and later I'll be going to an ARC meeting? What the hell dudes! That's not awesome!"

"I'm more concerned on why it was so abrupt." Japan interjected, feeling a little out of place. "Does he not usually plan this at least a day before it? And we are usually given a time limit."

"That is quite disconcerting." England agreed.

"It must be urgent, it's not like it's not allowed." Germany cocked an eyebrow. "Or is it?"

"I think it's not, ve." Italy answered.

"My interest is peaked better with the acronym." Alfred looked at America. "ARC?"

All members of the ARC replied in unison, "Allied Resurgence of Countries."

"I wanted to add, 'to Nullify and Embellish Traitors." America pouted, but he sent a grin towards Canada, who raised an eyebrow to see if anyone got the reference. Nobody seemed to realize that except for Alfred(who was twitching) and Yao(who banged his head on the wall).

"Did you get it?" Canada asked.

"Shi de, unfortunately…."

"ARC-NET! WOOHHOOO Men In Black! Dude, why didn't you do it? That would have been awesome!" America and Alfred fist-bumped and made a little happy dance.

'Some things don't really change….'

A certain man watched as a van containing the different country personifications carried them away to a 'mission' and coughed after sending the call. He peered over the headquarters of the ARC and peeked on his cell.

'Is there another batch of them inside?'

He smiled, and texted back, 'Yes. From what I have seen, they were talking to other people, and they looked similar. Should I initiate the plan then? We have at least a day, do we have not?'

'Correct. My predictions are correct once again. Wait till tomorrow, there is no need to rush. It's been a long time before we could take our revenge to those murderers.'

The man nodded and quietly walked back, unnoticed for the time being.

So yeah, Romano *cries* But the Pasts still don't know who did that to him, but you guys know, do you?

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