This chapter is not meant to offend, harm, or insult anyone or anybody. This is made purely for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

Any theories on how this story will end? I'm honestly so excited for this fan-fiction again, the thrill and support is amazing!

Thank you all for getting this far ^^

Important head-cannon I should mention: Personifications can die again and again, and be "respawned" almost every single time. Only when the personification's country or state collapses the personification will be put to eternal death by fading out of existence. Despite this, many personifications dislike dying, as you may have guessed, because the phantom pains are actually torture.

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[Great Britain's POV]

The cargo sent to Canada was a success, with only three ships shot down by American bombers. It had been an extremely close call for Italy and Germany's ship, but in the end all the personifications that had come along for the ride had made it out alive.

When they had arrived on the beaches of northern Quebec, Britain and the others had been pleasantly surprised to find Canada waiting for them. With what Canada's country was currently going through Britain knew the Canadian's time was not spent lightly.

After the initial attack on Toronto, other attacks from the Americans had been launched all across the Canadian-American border. Canada's troops were spread thinly, much to the delight of their enemies. It scared Britain to think of Canada losing his land, similar to how he felt with France during WW2. He shuddered.

As the ships docked onto the harbor and the workers started unloading the cargo, Britain and the other personifications made their way to Canada, who was standing at the entrance of a nearby building. It was busy and the harbor was filled with all kinds of people, but every once in a while the crowd would part respectfully for the personifications. The personifications have always been figures of otherworldly standards to the humans, from their natural super-human strength and immortality to their years of experience and wisdom.

"It's been so long!" A tired, but thrilled, voice greeted. Canada grinned shyly, "How was the ride here?"

"Rough." Germany answered from behind Britain and France. "Your brother is crazy. Can't believe I almost died on a random ship in the middle of the sea." He sighed.

Canada's grin fell off. "Yeah, we need to be more careful from now on. Whenever one of us is traveling we need to be undercover, and heavily protected. You guys should feel lucky America was focused on me."

Lucky, huh? Britain looked Canada up and down, frowning. The personification looked like he had just earned a harsh beating, his eyes dark and bloodshot. His right wrist was wrapped in bandages.

"How about we head inside?" Canada suggested. "We can talk more once we find some privacy."

Following Canada, the personifications were led into the building and up the elevator, where they were then stuffed inside a meeting room. They had passed by several groups of soldiers on their way, all who nodded politely at Canada before going back to their business. Guessing from Canada's previous words, they were acting as some sort of bodyguards for the countries.

"Get cozy." Canada said, closing the door behind Spain, who was the last personification ushered inside. "We have a lot to talk about."

Once everyone was seated, Canada walked up to the front of the room and faced the whole group. Britain, France, Germany, Italy, Spain— all these countries, gathered in this one room just for Canada.

Canada started talking, explaining his current predicament while also making sure to catch everyone up on everything. He talked about many things, but the battle in Toronto caught everyone's attention the most.

"You saw America?" France blurted more than questioned, eyes widened in disbelief. "This is the first time since the war he's made an appearance!"

Other murmurs and comments were made in agreement, and Canada was suddenly faced with the overwhelming curiosity of his peers.

"Canada, this is crucial! Did he speak with you at all?" Italy asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"Yes, he did, actually." Canada said. A mournful look passed his face, before his expression turned sour. "It was a heated discussion, ending up with me barely getting away alive."

Anger surged through Britain, raw and emotional. He hated seeing countries he cared about get hurt for no other reason besides mindless violence. To think America was taking up Third's place... Britain rapped his fingers on his leg, uneasy. There had always been something wrong with that boy, as harsh as it is to say.

"America had lured me in, and I was held at gunpoint as I watched him toy with my citizens," Canada continued, grabbing back Britain's attention. His good hand traced his bandaged one, and he seemed to be stuck in reliving a memory. "He was unpredictable. I couldn't tell what he was thinking."

Canada then paused, hesitating before he started up again. "Do any of you all recall a man named POA?"

"POA? As in America's president?" Germany asked, speaking up for everyone.

Canada nodded. "POA was there, with America. He talked pretty boastfully about winning the war, and a lot of how much information America has on all of us." Canada grimaced, as if something slimy was working it's way up him. "POA is dangerous. He somehow knew how to hit my every nerve."

Britain hummed, mulling over Canada's words. He processed the information in his mind, before shooting up in realization.

"POA actively chose to stay on the battlefield." Britain stated, his mouth left gaping. Was the man that stupid to prioritize flaunting all over his enemies than his own life? Or was he just that confident in his protection? Still, there's no way...

"I was surprised too. I don't know what his intentions were but he was pretty damn confident." Canada said. "We could use this to our advantage."

"I agree. If what you said was true, POA and America are either unaware of our advancements, or doubt it is a threat to them at all. I'm betting on the latter." Germany said. "If everything in México goes well with Asia, we could finally turn the tide in our favor."

"When was the last time you all spoke with México?" Canada asked.

France held up two fingers. He answered for the group. "About a couple of days ago. The cargo from Asia had just arrived."

"Perfect." Canada let out a small smile (a bit too wide on the edges). He ran a shaky hand through his hair, and for a moment he looked exactly like how they all felt. Tired. Frustrated. Infuriated.

"Tell them we'll start the counterattack as soon as they're ready."

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[Mexico's POV]

"Yes, thank you..." The call ended, and México put down the phone. He turned around to address his silent companions, who had been patiently waiting.

"So?" China asked. What did they say?"

"We attack tomorrow, at sundown." México said. "We'll be going through Texas, and holding a fort there until further instruction."

"Texas?"

México sighed, nodding. "Texas."

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A/N:

"Meeting" chapters are honestly so hard to write for me. There's so much dialogue that needs to be written, and so many characters that need to be kept track of, lmao. Despite that though, this story is all about politics and meetings, so what has to be done has to be done. I'm just excited to write the action scenes for next chapter haha ^^

This chapter hasn't been edited yet so I'll probably be coming back in the future! Thank you for reading!! Make sure to get some sleep or drink some water!!

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ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED APRIL 2ND, 2024