N:   There was a nervous buzz in the air as the Yule ball drew nearer, and soon everyone was preparing themselves and dressing up for the masquerade.

 As soon as the sun disappeared below the horizon, people began to move towards the main ballroom, located in the furthest wing of the castle, and a queue slowly formed. Once the clock tower bells rang ten times, the grand doors opened and everyone poured in. 

The room seemed like it came straight out of a wintery dream, chandeliers glistening as the lights flickered in silver and blue. With elegant decor all over the rooms, and tables laid out with an open spacious area in the middle, the guests complimented the room as they were each greeted by BE. 

Once everyone was inside, with a few notable exceptions, the empire announced that the ball would be officially initiated in a couple of minutes, so everyone could enjoy themselves until then.

M:   The Mandarians were all excited about this, while Mandoria has been invited to these balls in the past, the rest of them were astonished by the beauty of the decor. Mandoria, Rowen, and Johann were all matching each other and the ballroom, while the Mandara and Derogan looked like they were the physical representations of day and night respectively. Prudoria however was not there, he was in the infirmary with Anglo, KoF, and the two insergents trying to have their own little party. 

The Eternals were still a little on edge, sure they had gotten used to all the countryhumans, but it was going to take longer than a couple of days to be completely relaxed around all these people. 

"British Empire, this place is gorgeous, you've done an outstanding job," Mandoria complimented, "I honestly don't think I've seen so many people in one place before, we may need to expand the ballroom for next year."

N:   "As if the stress from preparing this wasn't enough," BE half joked but he nodded, "but thank you, this took months of preparation and planning, and I'm just happy that it's come to fruition." 

Just as he finished, the room quietened so that the clinging of a spoon against a glass could be heard. Everyone turned to see England and Scotland standing side by side, wearing their respective outfits. The Scot set the glass down on a nearby table and seemed to mutter something that caused the Englishman country to chuckle. 

"We, as the British family, like to personally thank you all for coming here tonight," England began, speaking to the audience, "Despite the past events, Yule is and has always been a celebration that has united the British Isles through thick and thin, and we are proud as a nation to have kept this tradition for centuries and for the centuries to come." 

"And to add to the festive atmosphere," Scotland continued, "you have already met them, but I would like to say that we are happy that the Mandorians are in our presence, and that Mandoria is here alive and well and we welcome them all." 

"Now we got the formalities done with," the Englishman added, and he raised his glass, "as is the English way, we raise a glass to the future, that it may be fruitful and plentiful." 

"And as the Celtic way," the Scotsman raised his glass, "we raise a glass to the past, in memory of the good times and the bad, that we may laugh or cry, but this night brings the dawn of a new era and the past will only live in our memories." 

"And last but not least," England glanced over to British Empire, "as the tradition, the initiators of the ball start the dance; however, we believe that this year should be different. May His Majesty Great Britain, our son, and the Queen to be the Lady France, daughter of His Majesty Kingdom of France, come forward to commence the ball." 

The empire suddenly went red and glanced over to the Frenchwoman, who was equally as red, and luckily their masks were able to partially hide their embarrassment. Johann leaned over to America, who was standing back and watching with a smile, "so, they didn't see this coming." 

"No," the American smirked, "no they did not. I may or may not have suggested it, but either way, I would very much love to see them dance." 

After a large amount of peer pressure and the crowd cheering, BE and FE eventually stepped into the middle. The empire had a long silver cloak that matched the Frenchwoman's silver train. 

The moment the music started, they slowly swayed to the beat, and eventually the Brit muttered something about murdering someone, to which the other chuckled.

M:   The other countries let the two dance alone for a moment, it was a very rare instance to see the British and the French not try to tear each other's throats out, this was something that should be cherished. Eventually, others started to join and dance, and the dancefloor soon filled with lovers, married couples, or just friends, even Askad and Uskaine were able to comfortably dance together. 

Esha watched from a table, though someone was sitting with her. 

"I don't think I've ever been to one of these before, it's sure not what I expected," she said, turning to the other, "Have you ever been to a ball before, Prometheus?"

N:   The Celestial quietly took a sip of his drink as he leaned back in his seat, the mask that obscured his face decorated with gemstones that closely resembled the continents.

 "I've been to so many I've lost count," he replied, "it's always interesting to see what you all are doing from time to time, and since they always are in the evening and last the night, I know I can enjoy myself without someone in particular knowing." 

Julian and Josef were seated at the same table, and while the former talked, the latter was stealing glances at the Saxons, so Julian sighed as he pointed it out to Prometheus.

"Are you still mad about the memory wipe," the tailor asked, to which the Austrian didn't reply, so he continued, "You know what, you can go and talk to them, enjoy yourself, but you have to pretend to be-" 

"A stranger, not a friend, I know," Josef grumbled but he thanked the other and walked over. 

Watching him walk away, Prometheus carefully placed his glass on the table, "So, since I'm here, I'm guessing you need my help, Esha."

M:   "No, not really, I just thought that you would want to come," she admitted, "you helped out with this more than people realize, it's only fair that you can enjoy it, and not have to worry about Lord Cocksucker burning up the countryside since it's night." 

That wasn't the only reason she called him, the other was pretty obvious. It was quite hard to tell but an eagle-eyed onlooker could see that there was a tension in the air, an uneasy anticipation that most of the countries held. They were waiting, waiting for a guest that would come uninvited, and Esha had this irrational hope that Prometheus could help them, but she knew that he wouldn't, not in front of so many humans and countryhumans. 

"There is something I want to ask," she announced, "how connected are you to the afterlife, we know that you can bring souls back from the dead, sort of, but how exactly do you pick the souls you want to bring back?"

N:   Prometheus glanced at Esha with suspicion but answered the question anyway. 

"Well, in the first half hour since the person's death, it is relatively easy to bring the deceased back to life because their soul would still linger around the body," he spoke, "then it's the easy task of connecting the soul to the body; however, there's always a consequence for bringing them back." 

Turning to face her, he continued, "Although I may be connected to the afterlife, I am the embodiment of life itself. I can bring new life and take it away, returning an old soul is not in my skill set, that would be Cal's. He has full control of the deceased's soul ever since I took his power, so sometimes I have to work with him to bring people back to life when I can't find their soul. 

"But why do you even ask," the Celestial asked, "you know my thoughts on bringing people back to life. What have you been planning?"

M:   "No, I'm not Prussia," she grumbled, "it's a little insulting that you think I would stoop that low, but I digress. No, I had someone close to me pass away recently, well before his time, by an evil man who had tried to resurrect himself. I don't know what I was thinking ... I guess I was kind of hoping that ... he could have ... that I could see him again, and finally tell him how I felt about him."

She sighed sadly and wiped away a tear under her mask, "I don't know, it was a stupid idea anyway, I don't know why I was thinking about it."

N:   Prometheus could feel the grief emitting from Esha, and he had a hunch on who she was talking about, after briefly looking into her mind, his suspicions were proven. 

"Sir Arthur Beckerel," he repeated after seeing the image of the human introducing himself to the Eternal in her memory, "a human, correct? It's interesting to see an Eternal like yourself bonding with a human." 

The Celestial thought hard about whether he should fulfill Esha's wish, and finally, he sighed. 

"If, and only if, I were to bring Arthur back to life, there are some changes that you would need to know," he began, "since he was a human, if I bring him back, he would become one of my Reborns. That means that it would be hard to integrate himself into human society, and as a Reborn, serves me." 

"But you let us live our lives, don't you, my lord," Julian piped up, having been eavesdropping on the conversation, "and it works out with Esha because he wouldn't die either." 

"That is true, and I would need Cal's help with this, but if I do this, you are indebted to me," the Celestial continued, his tone dead serious, "I guess I can use this as a thank you for saving me from Helios' attack, but this goes completely against my nature. I can call in my favor at any moment, and you cannot refuse it. 

"So, do you want to do this?"

M:   Esha was shocked, She didn't actually think he would agree to this, she wasn't even planning on asking him to bring Arther back. Yes she was talking like that's what she wanted, but her opinions on resurrection were similar to Prometheus's, she believed that living things were gifted the energy to live, and that one day they had to give it back, even if that day came sooner than was wanted.

 She wasn't given the chance to answer, as the lights in the room started flickering ominously until the candles and chandeliers blew out, causing a few people to shout out in fear. The darkness was lit up by a large, silver portal appearing in front of the doorway. 

Predicting who was going to come out of that portal, a few British soldiers brandished their swords and surrounded it, only for a blast of energy to knock them down and unconscious.

 "Honestly, is that any way to treat an invited guest, how incredibly rude," a smooth yet venomous voice echoed from the other side of the doorway. Four countries came through first to act as bodyguards, except they weren't countries, they were the mind-controlled insurgents that Prussia had been collecting. Then the said country finally emerged from the portal, dressed in his finest ballroom uniform, and even wearing a mask that resembled Satan himself. 

"I am terribly sorry for arriving late, it's been so difficult to book a ferry that would come here, sea men are such a rude bunch, so we had to make an alternative travel plan, I hope I haven't missed anything important."

N:   The crowd took a couple of steps away from the Prussian and his insurgent minions, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, and the Saxons, particularly the former knights, were scared for their lives. Saxon was shocked at the state of his insurgents, and his blood boiled at the sight of them, and if it wasn't for HRE, he would have confronted the party crasher. Meanwhile, Prometheus got up out of his seat to see what was happening. 

BE steeled his nerves as he stepped forward while the entity silently motioned for Wilfred to leave, which he quietly did before sprinting to the infirmary. 

"What do you want, Prussia," the empire spoke in a commanding voice, "you come here unannounced, not invited, and trespassing on my land. It is clear that you have acquired a particular ... ability, so I guess it would be hard to have you removed." 

After a moment, the empire sighed in annoyance, "What do you want, Prussia," then he smirked, "Because if crashing a ball was at the top of your agenda, at least wear something better."

M:   "Well I never, this is my best ball outfit," Prussia declared in mock offense, "and for you to call me a trespasser when I have a clear invitation with the signature of a British family member on it, truly the British live up to their incredibly rude reputation. Here, see for yourself." 

He took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to the empire, it had the British seal on the wax, and the paper within was indeed an official invitation, not a recreation, the only thing wrong about it was that the signature at the bottom was not BE's, it was Suebi's. 

"Now, with the boorish greetings aside, can a man not come to a party and spend time with his dear friends," the Prussian remarked, "After all, it's Yule, a Germanic holiday, it would be against my ethnicity to cause trouble at such a jolly time of year." 

He lightly moved BE out of the way with his wing, two of the insurgents pointing their swords at the Brit so he didn't try anything. 

"Now let's see, it seems that everyone is here," Prussia observed, "the Mandorians of course, so wonderful to see you all. The Saxons, it looks like you all are enjoying life quite well. And the Eternals, a friend of mine told me about you, you're all certainly more majestic than I could ever imagine."

He then walked up to Saxon, looking down on him since he was slightly taller, "Ah, and my dear, dear friend, Saxon, it's been so long, hasn't it? I must thank you for supplying me with my new guards, they are so obedient and do monumentally well at their jobs, you should really consider making deals with other countries, the world could benefit well with such efficient guards, don't you think?"

N:   "It's not as if you gave them any choice," Saxon spat, his hands balled into a fist, "and they would never serve a tyrant, let alone an empire, like yourself." When BE then told him about the signature, the entity growled, "My Vater has never been a Brit and will never be-" 

"Saxon, halt (stop)," HRE interrupted as he put his arm in front of him. Gently stepping in between them, the veiled empire stood in front of the Prussian, his head slightly tilted down as he was taller than him, the perks of having four wings. 

The onlookers couldn't help but notice similarities between them, from how they stood their ground to their wings, and they were surprised when HRE pointed at a nearby table. 

"Eat. Drink. Don't cause any trouble," the four-winged country spoke, "it's a ball after all."

M:   "Dear Vater, do you honestly think I came here to cause trouble, I know you see me as a disappointment, but can't I get a little respect," Prussa chuckled, patting HRE's shoulder, "Honestly, I've done everything to make you proud of me, I became the king of all winged countries in your name, to avenge your tragic defeat by Mandoria, how he stole away your ability to properly fly." 

"You understand, BE, trying to rule the world to impress your fathers," he said, walking back to his fellow empire, "you out of everyone here knows that struggle, to have such powerful parents, ones who were respected and feared by the masses, and thus expect you to do the same."He wrapped an arm around the other and pointed to England and Scotland, "You do everything in your power to make them proud of you, you build, destroy, save, and slaughter, all for just a sliver of recognition, just a small ounce of appreciation, yet deep down you know that no matter what you do, do matter what you create or who you kill, they will still be disappointed in you. After all, you're nothing more than a pathetic country who was conceived out of wedlock, nothing more than an illegitimate bastard in their eyes. You can't deny it either, I used to deny it, I wasted so many years trying to make my father proud, until I accepted that it was a losing battle, isn't it, dear Albion?"

N:   BE silently chuckled as he listened to Prussia, shoving the Prussian's arm off his shoulders as he turned to face him. 

"It's amazing how you thought you knew me so well, that you were able to read me like a book, that it's honestly embarrassing how wrong you were," he smirked, "but first things first, you're no longer my friend, Prussia, ever since you hurt my wife back in the war, and you lost the privilege to call me by my birth name along with it." 

He pointed at his fathers as he continued, "I've got to admit, you were correct on the point that I wanted to impress my parents, to be recognized, but I knew from the moment Wales and Ireland were born, that I couldn't live up to my brothers' standards as their perfect sons. Wales had my Father's heart and Ireland was the Celtic son he always wanted; I was an abominable mix of the two." The last statement stung for the empire, and England watched with surprise when he heard, and was about to step in when BE held his hand up for him to stop. 

"But this is where you're wrong, you don't know who I wanted to impress," BE grinned as he turned his attention away from his parents, "It's pretty easy to impress my fathers on the work I've done because I've done more things in a century that they could do in a millennium. Instead, I looked to someone who, without a doubt, had the strongest empire that I could rival." He spun around so that he was facing Saxon and pointed at him, much to the entity's surprise, but eventually, he smiled. 

"My grandfather, who is an emerged being, doesn't give two shits about my bastard self, and he was the one who taught me how to rule over the seas and oceans," the empire proudly proclaimed, "he sees me as a worthy empire to defeat, yet is impressed by the work I've done, and proud that I, the Great British Empire, am his grandson. Isn't that right, grandfather?" 

"I am and always will be," Saxon proudly smiled. 

Happy that his point has been proven, he then led Prussia to a table and handed him a glass of wine, "See, you and I are not the same, Prussia, and perhaps there's a chance that you've got your father wrong too, since you did with myself."

M:   Prussia raised a brow, then his face twisted into a grin, and he laughed loudly and dramatically. 

"'Got my Father wrong', oh you must be joking," he barked, "Would a father who's not disappointed in you, let the woman you were betrothed to marry someone else? Honestly, I know that's petty, but I still remember his words when I confronted him about it; 'you are not worthy to marry the daughter of my ally, you would only bring shame to both our kingdoms'." 

He downed his wine in one gulp, then plucked a feather and shoved it into BE's hands, where it suddenly started turning white halfway.

 "You've been to my home, you've seen the paintings of me when I was little, and you asked why in the painting my wings were half white," he stated, "Well, when the good in a person's life is taken away from them, they tend to turn to the dark to fill that hole, and my wings reflected that."

He marched off to the middle of the room and signaled to his insurgents, one of them nodded and used their sword to open another portal. This time, the collared person who walked out of it was someone that made everyone gasp in utter shock, someone that everyone thought to be dead, someone, with four white wings. 

"I'm done playing games, I came here because I want what was stolen from me," Prussia barked, "In return, I am willing to trade Commonwealth. I lost my authority over the winged community when I slew him, so what choice did I have but to bring him back, isn't that right, CW." 

The country nodded in agreement, the venom collar around his neck making him obedient to the tyrant. Then Prussia snapped his fingers and four humans grabbed onto Mandoria, easily slipping a collar onto the shocked country so he wouldn't struggle. That wasn't all, four more people walked into the ballroom, one of them was Alastair Wood, escorting a collared Anglo. 

"It seems that you have a lot of people in your kingdom that wish you and your family harm, British Empire," he smirked, "little Alastair was more than happy to accept my invitation of revenge on you and his father. Now, I will give you a choice, you can trade Mandoria, your only friend, or you can trade me Anglo, your grandfather. Of course, you can choose not to give me any of them and I will keep Commonwealth, but I don't believe Dutchy or the rest of the wings would like that."

N:   BE stared in horror at Prussia as he glanced between the three winged countries, although he couldn't look them in the eye. His hesitance was clear as day, and although his family was wondering if he wasn't choosing Anglo, they understood his dilemma. However, Dutch Republic was annoyed by BE's hesitance. 

"You better not have Prussia keep CW," the Dutch yelled as he barged through the crowd until he was visible, his mask in hand, "he's not going back to that hellhole." 

"DR, please, I'm thinking," BE replied, and when he tried to step towards him, an insurgent pointed a sword at him, so he just held his hands up, "alright, just give me a moment."

 While the countries were discussing, Prometheus was glaring at Prussia, angered less about the decision and more about him bringing Commonwealth back. 

"Every day Prussia gives me a reason to murder him," the Celestial grumbled.

M:   "You're not the only one," Esha remarked with a growl, "he's on everyone's death wish list." 

Suddenly, out of nowhere a ball of energy struck Prussia in the back and exploded, knocking him to the ground with a cry of pain. Everyone turned to the doorway where the ball came from, standing there were Wald, Chrysalis, Wilfred, and even KoF, and in front of them were Prudoria and Aslan, the former holding his hand up like he threw the ball. 

"You know, the next time you leave people to guard us, make sure they want to serve you in the first place," the boy grunted, "Let my fathers go, otherwise you have us to go through to get them!" 

The four insurgents rushed over to attack the newcomers, but Prudoria snapped his fingers and all their collars detached and fell off, causing them to pause for a moment before falling unconscious. Prussia remained on his hands and knees, in shock that he was attacked, as well as by who attacked him.

 "You got lucky there, child, clearly I should have guessed you wouldn't have perished," he grunted, shakily standing up, "Nevertheless, you wouldn't dare to do anything else, from what I hear your life is on the line as much as dear Anglo's is, so why would you even bother to protect the British." 

"I'm not protecting the British, BE can go rot in hell for all I care," he barked, "I am protecting my family, so I am going to make you a deal. You played with me far more than the Mandorians, you would always tell me that I was worth more to you than they ever were, so take me instead, I will freely give myself to you in exchange for Commonwealth, then you will have to uphold your end of the deal and not take Mandoria and Anglo."

N:   "NEIN," Anglo yelled but was quickly beaten into submitting and succumbing to the venom once more. 

"No one is going anywhere," BE ordered before turning to Prussia, and noticing that he was right in the center of the room, he slightly nodded at Wilfred, who understood the empire and discreetly reached into his pocket. 

"I've got to say, even if I'm not particularly fond of Prudoria," the empire began as he slowly backed away from Prussia, "and the feeling is definitely mutual, I've got to give one small thing to him. My attack becomes even more effective. NOW!"

 Wilfred pulled the tuning fork and struck the door as hard as he could. Right at the last moment, BE and Wil ditched the cannon idea for something more practical, they realized that they could use the ballroom. They figured that they could strike the fork anywhere and the acoustics of the room could amplify the sound, and with specific planning on how the room would be laid out, the frequency would be directed right into the center of the room. They guessed Prussia's flamboyant self would want to take center stage, and they were correct.

 The downside was that, although the effect was minimized, every winged country was affected in some way, except Esha, who was protected by Prometheus. 

BE watched as every winged being suffered from the frequency, and then he turned to see how Prussia fared.

M:   Prussia was prepared for a frequency attack, hence the reason that a forcefield surrounded him, but he didn't expect the change in the attack and how it would batter him more than the shield could handle. He crouched down and covered his ears in pain, the forcefield quickly cracking under pressure. 

Mandoria was just barely conscious enough to understand what was going to happen, so he rushed over to Anglo and CW and shielded them with his wings. Once the frequency struck, the forcefield that Saxon gave him so long ago activated to protect them, holding up better than Prussia's was. 

When it was done and the frequency diminished, Prussia was clearly weakened, blood even escaped from his mouth. Even still, he was furious, he stood up despite the pain and unsheathed his swords. 

"YOU DARE TRY TO ATTACK ME, I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS," he roared, charging the empire, intending to impale and pike him.The swords stabbed something, but it wasn't BE, instead, they were driven into the shoulder of a large griffin, the black, white, and yellow creature pushed Prussia back and stood between him and BE.

 "You're right BE, we're not fond of each other," it said in Prudoria's voice, "but after everything you've done for me, I'm not going to stand around and let you die." 

A loud screech echoed throughout the room, from Prussia's cloaked back sprouted another pair of wings, and then he fully transformed into a gigantic thunderbird, lightning emitting out of his mouth as he screeched. Prudoria lept forward and clung onto his rival's face, but the avian grabbed his tail in his beak and chucked him out a window, crashing through that and the wall around it after him.

N:   Chaos quickly ensued, everyone trying to get out of danger's way while Prussia caused havoc. 

Saxon quickly rushed to where Commonwealth, Anglo, and Mandoria were, happy to see that his rune worked before trying to help them out. "Only Prudoria can unlock your collars," he grumbled in annoyance. 

"Go see if he's alright," Anglo begged, and after a moment of hesitation, the entity nodded and ran towards the window, leaping through it. 

BE was quickly escorted out of the room, still in shock from what happened, although a few guards were struck down in the process. 

Seeing the chaos around him, Prometheus turned to Esha, "Are you going to intervene, or should I?"

M:   "Royal can handle the countries, We got to help Prudoria," She exclaimed, "Wait, I know that you can't expose your true self, it would be too dangerous, You can help Royal calm the people, but I need to go help my family." 

She ran over to her fellow eternals to let them know what they needed to do, then they all rushed outside after the battling beasts. They all shifted into their feral forms, Odrus changed into another dragon with two legs that walked on its wings, and Neflen turned into a feathered tyrannosaurus. 

They found the two predators locked in battle in the courtyard, Prudoria had grown larger to match his creator's size, but was still struggling against the more experienced foe. Esha, Neflen, and Odrus immediately charged while Askad and Uskaine hung back with Saxon. 

"Ok Saxon, what's the plan this time," the serpent eternal asked, "What do we do?"

N:   Saxon had a mini heart attack when he saw Askad, but he pushed the feeling aside as he replied to the question.

 "We need to weaken Prussia as much as possible," the entity replied, "and maybe we get another shot with the tuning fork, but I don't know how ..."

 "Move him into a cave," Wilfred shouted as he ran over to them, taking a moment to catch his breath before continuing. "We could amplify the tuning fork in a cave, and it would do more damage because the uneven surfaces would make the frequency bounce off the walls continuously and there would be no place to hide. That does mean that everyone except Prussia has to leave the cave so that they aren't caught in the crossfire."

M:   "How are we going to do that, none of us know teleportation spells, and the nearest cave is too far away," Uskaine asked.

 Esha was thrown over to them and nearly squashed them under her bulk, "less talking more fighting guys," she said, getting up, "What we need to do is ground the fucker."

 She jumped back into battle just as Odrus was struck down by a blast of lightning, despite already being weakened by the first frequency blast, he was still kicking tails all across the courtyard, destroying statues and denting walls in the process. Uskaine and Askad tried to come to the aid of their friends, but a giant horse and snake really were no help against a giant four-winged eagle that could shoot lightning, so they were simply yeeted across the castle grounds and into the rookery, collapsing it and sending the messenger birds flying away for dear life.

N:   Seeing this, Saxon and Wilfred glanced at each other and nodded in silent agreement. "I'll get the cannon," the younger country spoke.

 "And I'll get more fighters," the entity finished, then they both ran in opposite directions to get what they needed. 

Soon, the entity came back with Celtica, Hispania, and Gallaecia, all armed as they stared at what they were facing. 

"This is almost certain death," Gallaecia muttered as he let his grappling hooks tap the ground as he began to swing, "but a little fun isn't so bad, no?" Both the female countries looked at him as if he was crazy, so he shrugged, "Oh well, I tried," before the three of them began to take Prussia down.

M:   Now with so many opponents, Prussia was slowly being overwhelmed, rather than fighting to dominate he was fighting to survive, and his fighting style reflected that. He tried to summon a familiar to help him but found that the frequency cannon had temporarily snuffed out his magic, which explained why the eternals weren't using any either. 

After another barrage of claws, bites, and weapons, the allies pinned him down with body weight and Gallaecia's rope. Prussia was not going to give up yet, he closed his eyes and concentrated, electricity started to spark all around his body, getting larger and larger as the clouds above the compound began to rumble and condense. Then, all at once, the electricity reached critical levels and lightning struck the thunderbird from the sky, charging him with energy and electrocuting those who held him down. He gathered his strength and threw everyone off in one giant push, spreading his wings and roaring as electricity flew from his feathers in all directions. 

When it was all done, everyone lay stunned on the ground, even Prussia collapsed from the energy overload.

N:   With all the allies passed out around him, there was a moment of silence where nothing happened and all that could be heard was Prussia's groans of pain. 

Soon everything came to a hold, the birds stopped chirping and the wind came to a halt as a single figure walked into the scene, his hands in his pockets until he stood in front of the Prussian. 

"You have caused quite the ordeal, haven't you," Prometheus spoke as he crouched, "and don't bother drawing attention. I have complete control of what can be heard to the outside world, so it's just you and me."

 With a single tap, the Celestial forced Prussia to shift back into his normal form and even gave him enough energy to get him up on his own two feet. Taking a couple of steps back, he summoned his staff from the ground and coldly smiled.

 "I swore to myself to never get heavily involved in your species matters, but I guess you are a special case," he spoke calmly, and as he did, he placed a hand on the other's shoulder. His fingertips turning ocean blue, a black orb that came straight from the Prussian's chest zipped to the tip of his staff. Stepping away from the other, he glanced at the orb before his silver eyes flared at him. 

"This orb is your ability to perform magic," Prometheus informed, "and without it, you cannot cast a single spell. You can have it back, but you have to name a worthy price."

M:   Prussia was too exhausted to think clearly, he realized he had failed his plan, his insurgents were free of his control, Commonwealth was safely out of his hands even if he still had the venom collar, and the Prussian himself was too battered to do anything else. 

"Keep the damn magic if you want, I've already failed, it's not like it will make a difference if I have it or not," he grunted breathlessly, "just send me back home, the British are safe, I have no control over anyone anymore, surely that's what you want, whoever you are." 

He slowly sat down and stared at the grass, "It was fun while it lasted, the control I had sure felt nice, but nothing lasts forever. Time to move on to the next adventure, you know, when you're a man who knows you're damned to hell, why waste time dwelling on the failers. I'll give you my price, send me home and I won't set foot on this hunk of rock again, the Mandorians and Anglo never have to worry about me again, deal."

N:   Prometheus nodded as a small chuck of the orb reabsorbed into Prussia while the rest dissipated. 

"Although you did say that you don't want your magic back, I am a man of my word and I will return a small amount," the Celestial responded, "you would only have the skill of a beginner and it would never grow. I will grant you your wish and I do hope you keep your end of the deal." 

Walking up to the country, with the end of his staff, he drew a circle around the Prussian, and once it was complete, he added one more thing. 

"If I ever catch you returning to the British Isles ever again, do expect a gruesome death," the tailor warned, and with a snap, a hole appeared below Prussia and he fell, transported in a tunnel that would take him home. To make sure that the country would expose him, he altered the other's memory so that he remembered the conversation but not who he spoke to. 

Now with the main issue gone, the Celestial looked around and saw that Esha was stirring, so he walked over to her and knelt down. 

"I guess this is where we call it a night," he spoke softly to her as he slowly healed her, "Tell everyone of the promise Prussia made, and that you are all safe. My role has been fulfilled and I must bid you adieu. If you still wish to see Arthur, go to his grave and you would only have to call my name." 

With that, once he was done healing Esha, the Celestial got up and walked into the darkness, and a couple of hours later, his Reborns had left too, much to Josef's dismay.

M:   Esha nodded to Prometheus's words, slowly and painfully standing up, limping over to everyone to make sure they were all okay, relatively. Even though the Celestial healed her, she was still quite sore, and thankfully her friends weren't terribly injured either, even after the electrical explosion. 

Prudoria was injured the worst, but not critically, Esha sighed in relief at that. Still exhausted, she lay down and curled around the boy, letting out a small roar that let anyone nearby know that everything was okay now, and then she went back to sleep.