The Brit growled. "Alfred! Where the bloody hell did you run off to?" The American didn't answer. He hissed and ran his hand through his messy blond hair. Leave it to Alfred to run off and leave him in a foreign store with no clue how to navigate it. "I swear, when I find that good for nothing, son of a-" the ex-pirate trailed off and muttered curses under his breath against the nation who had dragged him there. He stormed off to go and find his companion. His liquid emerald eyes shone with annoyance as he briskly walked through the maze of isles and wound his way up the spiral staircase.

"Alfred!" he called. "Alfred, where have you gone?" Still no answer. Oh what the country wouldn't do for a nice cup of tea to help sooth his frazzled mind. He pinched the bridge of his nose and moved up another level of the spiral staircase to the 3rd floor of the building. He continued to grumble curses against his former colony under his breath as he wandered through one of the store's many levels.

"Oh hello their sir!" said a Japanese woman cheerfully. The Briton forced a smile to the bubbly woman, who seemed to be in her early 20's, "Hullo there miss." "Ooooh someone from England, huh?" she giggled. The nation blinked his eyes and opened his mouth to respond but got cut off. "Well, could you do me a favor and try this? Its just something my boss is having me do. I need to take a survey of how people like the taste." She groaned and held out her hand with a little piece of what seemed to be chocolate. He rolled his green eyes. "I know how bosses can be lass. I'd be delighted to help you get through with your task sooner." He popped the candy in his mouth. "Well?" asked the woman. "Its-" suddenly the sweet flavor changed. He gagged. It had turned bitter in his mouth and felt like flames racing down his throat and consuming him. The woman smiled and put a check mark down on her clipboard. "England, check."

The nation dropped to his knees as his surrounding started to fade to black. "W-what the…bloody…hell…" he spat. "Oh don't worry. You're just going to go comatose." She clapped her hands and two men clothed in black scooped up the nation. As they took him to a machine, covered in black curtains to hind its presence, magic assisting of course, and he heard her last words.

"You're going to go comatose. Just like America and the rest of the nations so we can drain your countries power. Bit by bit."

And then, England's head rolled to the side, and in his oblivion, didn't notice the bomber jacket his head rested on, belonging to the nation next to him.