Ivan woke up in an unfamiliar place. Blinking a few times, he finally realized that the bed he was in was, in fact, not his own. It was a cheap room; he could practically taste the poor quality in the air. Yawning, he sat up and looked around. It appeared to be an old hotel room. If it was, whoever ran the place did a poor job of it, assuming it still was being run. The wallpaper was fading and peeling off the wall, and the entire room smelled as if decomposing bodies had been shoved in and left for several years. He was about to lay back down and sleep, but screaming caught his attention. He was unsure why, as sounds of fear and pain were a commoni thing for him to hear. The door then opened to reveal a panicked man.

"Sir, there's a fire! You must evacuate immediately!" the man said, fear evident in his eyes. Ivan stared at him in shock for a moment before grinning childishly.

"Why run?"

Matthew wasn't sure where he went wrong. One moment, he was reading milk and honey while stroking Kumajiro, and the next he was standing in front of a burning building as people around him ran around in panic and, as expected, ignored his existence. I'm in an unfamiliar place and I'm still being ignored, Matthew whined to himself. Sighing, he slowly walked towards the building. Since he was a country, he couldn't die (unless, of course, his country stopped existing, but that was the least of his worries), so why not be a hero and help the people that could die? But isn't being a hero America's job? Matthew was starting to doubt himself. If Alfred suddenly showed up, he would surely force Matthew to back off and let him do the work—not intentionally, of course. It's not like Alfred would even notice Matthew's presence. But America's not here, is he? Matthew took a deep breath and filled himself with determination. Ready or not, here I go—

"We're here now! Remain calm and let us do all the work!" Matthew's thoughts were interrupted by a firefighter attempting to calm the crowd. Before the firefighters could act, the fire started shrinking. Matthew didn't even have time to register what happened when water spewed out of the holes, some of which had been just burned into the building and some that were already present before the fire. Just shortly after, a strong gust of wind nearly threw Matthew to the ground and off into Dreamland. While Matthew stood appalled, he heard an old man chuckle.

"Looks like some youngin' just got his quirk!" Matthew ignored this statement, his only notable thought being that the man must've misunderstood the definition of the word "quirk."

Accidentally starting a fire and throwing a few people around wasn't exactly an ideal way for Lukas to start his day. The bad luck didn't end there. When he woke up and found himself in an absolutely disgusting room, Matthias just had to be there as well. He could tell it was going to be a fantastic day.

"Whoa! Since when could you make fire and water?!" Matthias said.

"You're obviously unaware of my usual magical abilites," Lukas commented. In fact, he wasn't sure what happened. He wasn't using his magic; it just sort of happened. Fire had sprung to life from his hands, causing the previous panic.

Although he never showed any expression other than a deadpan, he was finding it hard not to break down at the fact that he nearly burned down a building and killed its people as well.

"I'm sorry," he whispered despite knowing that no one could hear him.

"Come on, Norge, let's go explore and see what this place is!" Matthias said with a grin.

"I wouldn't use the word explore, but for once you actually have a good idea," Lukas mumbled, "We need to find out what this place is and what's going on." From the moment he met Matthias, Lukas knew he'd be the death of him, but he couldn't help but constantly remind himself of this fact. This was one of those times. Matthias made a victory gesture and grinned.

"Then let's get going!"

As Lukas and Matthias walked out of the hotel, people stared at them in shock. It took the two (mostly Matthias) a few seconds to realize why. They had just come out of a previously burning building and were in no way harmed or affected. Of course, due to being northern countries, the two felt as if they were dying of heat, but wouldn't anybody?

"How are you two alright?!" a man asked as he stared at them with wide eyes. Before Matthias could open his mouth, Lukas pulled his tie and choked him.

"Luck, I guess," he lied.

Another man chimed in: "Are you people fire resistant or something?! I confronted a man in there who refused to come out, saying that he 'found the destruction of fire beautiful!' When I grabbed his wrist to drag him out by force, he gave me this really bloody evil look and started threatening my while either chanting or grunting. I couldn't tell which." Lukas and Matthias looked at each other.

"Wanna bet it's Russ—Ivan?" Matthias corrected himself when Lukas grabbed his tie as a threat. Lukas didn't answer the question. Instead, he asked another question.

"And what would his room number happen to be?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that for privacy reasons." Lukas scowled and clicked his tongue. He was about to respond when a figure came crashing into him, knocking them both down.

"Help me, help me, it's all too much!"

WaAaaaaahhhh so sorry if there's weird spacing. I'm used to wattpad where you have to make two new lines in order for it to be considered a new paragraph so yeee.