"Five disappearances in three months? This is bad," Arthur Kirkland muttered to himself. "Greece, Belarus, Germany, Austria, and Latvia... All of them are gone. Yet their countries are fine... Ugh, even though my brothers are also working on finding a solution, why do I feel like most of the nations are depending on me? The fate of entire countries, as well as the wellbeing of our friends and families, rests on my shoulders. Talk about a lot of bloody pressure." The disappearances had taken a toll on everyone, especially those close to the ones who disappeared. Japan was seemed flustered, which probably meant on the inside he was worried out of his mind. Russia was taking his anger out on his two remaining servants (which meant they faced the possibility of death nearly every minute), and Ukraine's eyes were bloodshot from crying. Italy was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Prussia and Hungary were both extremely depressed, even with their half-hearted attempts to support each other. Everybody was on edge, to say the least. They all wondered who was next.
Suddenly, England's cellphone started to ring. The nation jumped, nearly knocking over his stack of books. He narrowed his eyes at his cellphone as he read the caller ID. Arthur sighed and rubbed his tired green eyes as he answered the phone.
"Bloody hell America, what do you want?"
"England?" The unusually meek voice of the younger nation startled his old caretaker.
"Yes, Alfred?" England's voice softened.
"Oh! I w-was just... Making sure you're still, um, there."
"It's okay America. I'll make sure nobody else disappears." The conversation reminded England of the days when America was his colony, his sweet little brother, who was almost like his son. England smiled fondly at the memory of comforting the frightened colony after a nightmare.
"In fact, I think I have an idea of where the others are. I'm working on a way to get them back home."
"Really!? That's great! So... No more vanishing nations?" The relief in the American's voice filled Arthur with both happiness and fear. What if he couldn't bring the missing nations back?
"Yeah, no more vanishing nations. Now, can I get back to work?" England struggled to keep his voice calm.
"R-right. Bye, Iggy."
"Goodbye, Alfred. Take care of yourself."
Iggy. America hadn't called him that since he was a kid. Well, better get back to work. England figured the missing nations had to be in a parallel dimension. That was the only way they could've disappeared without their countries being affected. How to get there was another matter entirely. Since it's the nature of parallel dimensions to never cross, it takes a great deal of magic to travel between them. Even if all of the nations who could wield magic worked together, England doubted that they'd have enough even then. Magic sure is in short supply. The nation sighed. He returned to fervently going through his texts. Surely there was something he overlooked... Suddenly, his head started to pound. His vision started to grow spotty. Was he... Being teleported? Suffering the same fate of the others? No, he couldn't let that happen. He had to fight the powerful magic working against him. Even if it was impossible to accomplish such a feat all by himself. Even if he could feel himself losing consciousness. England summoned his magic the best he could. He heard a whisper, so quite it might've been his imagination. Let me help you, my friend. It sounded... amused. The world flashed white, and Arthur lost consciousness.