~This is going to be pretty long, I have a feeling. It's rated M cause I don't know what I might want to happen in the future chapters. This does have a lot of my favorite pairings but, again, I don't know what'll happen. I hope this goes well...~

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

=America's POV=

He slept silently, not even shifting. His room was quiet, as was the rest of the house. The world seemed very peaceful right then. But a movement outside his window proved that wrong. He didn't notice it, of course; he was in too deep a sleep. Perfect, America thought, this'll be perfect for us.

He was crouched down behind a row of bushes outside this guy's bedroom window with England, Germany, and Prussia. They were in a small town in North Dakota. It was about one in the morning, still dark out.

"Ok, so, Germany, since you're the sturdiest, you'll hold us up. Prussia, you'll be on his shoulders. America and I will climb up to the window and get inside. We'll grab the target and lower him down to you." England said in his adorable accent.

"I can't believe we're breaking my own laws, but ok." America sighed. He knew what they were doing was necessary, but it still hurt him to break his own laws by kidnapping someone.

"You'll be fine, you git. It's for the good of the world."

"And, besides it being 'for the good of the world', why exactly are West and the Awesome Me here?" Prussia asked.

"Because the other target is going to come from Germany."

"Then why are you here? If the targets are American and German, they aren't British." Prussia points out.

"I'm here because it was my idea, America is too stupid to do things on his own, and this used to be my land." England states.

"No, it wasn't. I gained independence before I got North Dakota." America said.

"Well, it would be mine if not for you, so shut it, you bloody git." England snaps at him. This topic always seemed to pop up around them. America had always wondered if even the sight if his face triggered these horrible memories in England. It hurt him to think that. If England was tormented by just looking at him...

"Ready?" America was snapped out of his thoughts at England's voice.

"Y-yeah." He said.

"Of course the Awesome Me is ready!" Prussia exclaimed while his younger brother just nods.

"Alright, let's move." England peeks over the bush and at the window before leading them there. Germany quickly crouched down and allowed Prussia to get on his shoulders. Germany stood straight, balancing his older brother, and allowed America to clamber up the tower. Once America reached the window, he carefully slid it up. It didn't make any noise and he slid into the room. England appeared moments later. America offered his hand and pulled the older country up. The looked around the room.

The walls were a royal blue with white moldings. Nothing was beneath the window. The bed was pushed up against the opposite wall. A door and a desk were to their right and a closet to their left. The guy they were after slept soundly, wrapped loosely in a blanket. His longish black hair fell across his eyes as he breathed slowly.

"Let's get this over with." America said. England grunted in agreement and they moved to the bed. America carefully removed the blanket from their target and tossed it to the ground.

"Once we start moving him, he might wake." England whispers.

"Yeah, I know. Do you have the tranq?"

"Yes. On three." England says. "One... Two... Three." They grabbed the man's arms and legs and lifted up. They grunted with the effort and dragged him over to the window.

"We got him." America called down to the brothers.

"Did you tranq him already?" Germany asked.

"Nah, he's sound asleep." America said. He looks down at the ground several feet below. "We're gonna toss him."

"Then you'd better put him to sleep. He'll be sure to wake up if you don't." Germany said.

By now, England already had the drug out and ready to inject into the target. "You think of everything, don't you, England?" America said.

"Of course I do. I was once the greatest nation in the world." He remarks.

"Yeah, I know." America said admiringly. England slid the needle into the target's skin and injected the clear liquid. He moaned for a little bit then fell limp again. It made America sick to see something happen at his hands to one of his own people.

"Ready? He's coming down." England called down. He and America shoved him through the window and down to the brothers. They caught him with ease and set him down gently on the ground. America jumped next, landing on his feet. England looked warily down at the ground.

"Come on, England! Jump." America said.

"I don't know... It looks like a long jump."

"I'll catch you! Jump!"

"Don't be ridiculous! You'll drop me!"

"I will not. Trust me!" America pleaded.

"Just jump already. There is no time for arguing right now." Germany said, interrupting whatever England was about to say.

"Oh, fine. But if you drop me, you bloody git, it'll be the end of you."

"I won't. Don't worry." With that, England jumped down out of the window. America caught him easily; England was very light. He held him there for a moment, looking at the other countries face, scrunched up, expecting to be dropped. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at America's smiling face. "I told you I wouldn't drop you."

"Yes, yes, thank you for that. Now put me down." America set him on his feet, holing him up for a moment while he regained his balance. Even in the darkness, America thought he could see a light blush on England's face, which made him smile even wider.

"Let's go." Germany said, heaving the unconscious man over his shoulder. They returned to America's plane and loaded up the target.

America took hold of the radio in the plane. "HQ, mission accomplished. We have retrieved the target. I repeat, we have the target."

A moment later, a staticky voice came through the radio. "Copy that, America. We can't wait to see him." France said.

"Of course you can't. We'll be back in about two hours. America out." He hung up the radio on the receiver and sat in the pilot's chair. England sat next to him as copilot and Germany and Prussia sat in back with the target. As they started the plane, America had to open the door quickly and empty the contents of his stomach. This whole kidnapping one of his people thing didn't settle well with him.

-CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2-