Okay, this is an oddball. This story is somewhat based on "United, We Shall Stand" by DeadLady6661. I don't really know what is going to do.

Hope you enjoy


It happened again, Delia Carla "D.C." Jones thought glancing at her cousin Marie Williams. The personification of Ottawa was shivering with fear, clutching Kumajiro like her life depended on it. Over the past week and a half, countries had been vanishing. So far, only the Italy twins, Canada, France, Britain and Germany have disappeared without a trace. D.C. somewhat wondered how they, whoever they are, had gotten a hold of Germany, but she guessed it wasn't as hard as people sometimes thinks. D.C. looked at her father who was on the phone with someone, a worried yet surprised look on his face as he spoke.

"How in the world did they manage that!" her father near yelped. That meant that a strong nation was taken this time. The personification of Washington D.C. quickly ran through some of the harder to get nations in her mind to guess who had been taken. China, he's the oldest of the nations who is still alive. Japan maybe, he is rather skilled with the katana. Or maybe Scotland, his house is a maze and booby-trapped at almost every inch. Marie literally shook D.C. out of her thoughts as Alfred F. Jones politely hung up his cell phone and walked over to the waiting capitals.

Alfred sighed as he looked at his daughter and niece. Ever since his twin Matthew vanished, he had been taking care of her. Spain had been taking care of Rome, Paris, London and Berlin ever since their fathers/uncles disappeared. What he didn't understand is how. Feliciano could violent if he wanted to and even his running speed was impressive. Lovino was more violent than his brother. Canada, while invisible most the time, was a force to be reckoned with, especially with his polar bear and hockey stick. France, he could sort of understand, the guy is weird. England and Germany were the real mysteries to him, along with the latest one. He shook himself out of his thoughts so that he could tell the capitals the latest development.

"They somehow got a hold on Ivan," the personification of the U.S. sighed. D.C. couldn't help but let out a shocked gasp. Russia? She thought. They must be suicidal to kidnap that nation!

"What's going to happen to Dmitry?" Marie asked with a blush. Despite the situation, D.C. giggled. It had been obvious to her for the past seventeen years that Dmitry Bragniski, the personification of Moscow, had a crush on her cousin and it looked as if Marie might be returning his feelings.

"Belarus is taking care of him for the time being," Alfred responded. D.C. honestly didn't know how to feel about that. Natalia was somewhat crazy, particularly in her love for her brother Ivan, but at the same time, it was a better solution than Ukraine taking care of him.

"Okay," Marie sighed, cuddling Kumajiro closer to her. When Canada had been taken, Kumajiro had managed to escape and bring Marie to Alfred's place. He had refused to leave her side ever since.

A sudden screech was heard at that moment, but no one was scared. Alfred held out his heavily padded arm and allowed his bald eagle, Liberty, land. D.C. did likewise for her own eagle Spirit. Spirit was actually Liberty's only surviving chick; the rest of her last clutch having been taken by something. Alfred didn't know if Liberty had other clutches, but they safely assumed that if she did, they were dead by this point. She was 233 years old at this point.

Alfred sent the two capitals to play outside while he handles telling his new boss about this development. The capitals ran outside and played in the nearby park with the animals. It was a good afternoon.

But it was never meant to last.


Okay, it's short. Next chapter really get the plot going. Though I could use help with said plot. So if you have an idea you would like give me, just leave a review.

See you next chapter! And please leave a review!

~pokedawnheart