France was taking a morning stroll through the bustling city streets of Paris, saying quick, friendly hellos to his people but something just seemed… off. He couldn't quite place it, but after coming to the place he would have normally seen a big plaza with his famous monument, it hit him like a rock.
"Sacrableu! Where is the Eiffel Tower?!" he exclaimed, as he swore he felt his heart skip a beat. Everyone in the plaza seemed to be wondering the same thing, looking up at the blue sky and empty ground, muttering curses and pained statements alike. One man was skipping with joy about the "hideous thing" being gone, but everybody chose to ignore him. France sprinted home and sent an e-mail to all the countries:
"S.O.S. my beautiful Eiffel Tower is gone! It disappeared in the middle of the night without a trace! If you see it, please alert moi ASAP! I can't bear to see my people this distraught for much longer! –Francis Bonnefoy"
Meanwhile in London, England woke up to obnoxious beeping to which he responded with a quick "shut up" and a heavy slap to the snooze button. After ten minutes the shrill beep returned and this time England groggily lifted himself out of his covers and turned off his alarm. He sat for about two minutes just repeatedly smacking his lips trying to rid himself of the terrible taste of morning breath. With a stretch, England straightened his back with a satisfying "pop" and looked out the window.
"Ah, good morning London!" he exclaimed happily before his eyes fully focused and he let out a panicked scream. "My God someone took Big Ben! Who would ever do such a thing I swear I'll find the bloody git that did this and rip him limb from limb!" he angrily screeched while slinging his legs over the side of his twin sized bed and stumbling over to his closet before deciding to wear a plain maroon shirt accented by a British flag scarf and navy blue jeans. Speeding through his daily routines with more force than usual, while eating breakfast he pulled out his phone when he felt a vibration in his pocket.
Pulling out his iPhone he opened up his mail and read:
"S.O.S. my beautiful Eiffel Tower is gone! It disappeared in the middle of the night without a trace! If you see it, please alert moi ASAP! I can't bear to see my people this distraught for much longer! –Francis Bonnefoy"
With a snort England almost laughed at France's predicament when he remembered his own situation earlier. He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows pondering the odds of this happening to two countries before sending out his own e-mail:
"Same here, Frog. Big Ben has gone missing; no wonder I had such a peaceful sleep! I found out this morning when I woke up; nasty surprise, I tell you but that's another story. Right now we must focus on finding out who could take two large landmarks at once. –Arthur Kirkland"
Now that England was about level with the ground he looked out to find it was raining again. Ignoring that he looked at where Big Ben once stood to find the foundation had been ripped out as well, leaving a large gaping hole in the ground. With a heavy sigh he trudged upstairs to get his black overcoat, leaving his quickly cooling cup of tea on the table.
Italy and Romano had decided that day to check up on Romano's citizens and see if all was well. Thanks to the former's pulling, they had ended up in Rome first and where currently having a pleasant chat with a middle-aged woman. After saying their goodbyes, Italy again started dragging Romano in the direction of the Coliseum; Italy saying it was "because even if they're not your people, tourists need to be welcomed too."
Upon almost reaching their destination they found it was too quiet to be healthy. Rounding another corner, Italy gasped in surprise with Romano's face frozen in shock soon after. Minutes of standing like this, Romano broke the silence by coughing after catching a fly in his mouth. Italy looked over at his brother, awaiting the imminent explosion.
"WHO THE FUCK WOULD TAKE A HUGE NATIONAL MONUMENT? WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD EVEN ATTEMPT IT?! NOBODY, THAT'S WHO. I BET IT WAS ONE OF THOSE FUCKING POTATO BASTARDS THEY'VE ALWAYS HAD IT OUT FOR ME. OR MAYBE IT WAS ONE OF THOSE SHIT KIDS THAT CALL THEMSELVES "MICRO-NATIONS" WHEN THEY'RE LEADER IS A FUCKING SEA FORT. WELL THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE GOING TO REGRET IT BECAUSE ONCE YOU GET THIS ITALIAN PISSED YOU DON'T GET HIM CALMED DOWN YOU HEAR ME YOU GODDAMN FUCKS!" ranted Romano, throwing his head back at the last bit. Italy only calmly slid over muttering calming phrases in Italian and patting his brother's back while checking his mail with his other hand. Italy looked at the two messages with dismay as he realized that England and big brother France where having similar problems. Seeing as Romano was still screaming incoherently, Italy took it upon himself to reply to the messages:
"France, England, my brother and I just found out the Coliseum was taken too. Romano is screaming and it's sort of funny but in a bad way. Does that make me a bad person? I hope Germany and Japan aren't having any trouble. I would have to agree with England. We should find out who the culprit is. –Feliciano and Lovino Vargas"
Looking back at his brother who was now on his knees, hot angry tears streaming down his face as saliva flew from his lips, Italy dragged him into a taxi and took them both home.
Germany stared blankly at his phone, trying to absorb the information while idly sipping his coffee. He made a mental note to visit his biggest attractions today and see if anything was missing. There was a loud thump and Prussia trudged up the stairs from the basement, his hair in total disarray and a faint trail of dried up drool connecting his lips and lower jaw. With squinted eyes, said Prussian looked over to his brother and muttered a quick greeting before trudging upstairs and squeezing past Austria to the bathroom. Moments later, Austria slid down the stairs in his silk pajamas on his stomach, feet slung over his buttocks in a lazy fashion. Germany looked over at him with a questioning look and which in return Austria just looked over and shook his head to silence any comments before taking a good eight minutes to slither over to one of the open chairs and slam a mug down in a demand for coffee.
Germany tucked away his phone before complying with Austria's demand and poured him some dandelion coffee before finishing his plate of eggs and sausage and placing them in the sink to wash later. Soon after, Prussia came down the stairs in a slightly less comical manner than Austria, at least attempting to support himself on the banister. Shuffling in his puffy duck slippers to the seat across from Austria, he sat with a loud thump and picked up his own mug. Looking inside for any abnormalities, he poured himself some coffee, emptying the pot. Wordlessly, Germany carried over a plate of eggs and sausage to both Austria and Prussia before disturbing the silence.
"Why do you two look so tired and depressed this morning?" Germany inquired with crossed arms and a stern gaze.
Prussia lifted his head up from his breakfast and answered simply, "I accidentally stayed on Tumblr all night." To prove this, he whipped out his phone (the most energetic act he had performed all morning) and opened up his blog to show there were posts going up until 4:46 AM which was presumably when Prussia passed out in exhaustion.
Austria snapped back his head after almost face planting into his eggs and answered Germany with, "I just feel like a piece of my soul is missing."
Germany should've guessed Prussia would stay up all night looking at that blue screen of death, but Austria's answer was a little unexpected. Concluding either Hungary left him last night or the fact when Austria called at 11 PM about being lost and Germany hung up was the cause of his depression. With a sigh, Germany decided to apologize about the latter incident.
"Look, I'm sorry for not going to pick you up last night," Germany stated, leaning against the polished marble counter and casually finishing his coffee.
Austria's eyes brightened a little at this, chuckling before answering, "Oh it's fine, Germany. Turns out I never left the front lawn!" He let out a hearty guffaw before going back to eating daintily. Germany just stared before coughing awkwardly into his hand and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Germany decided going to town would be a good idea right now.
Getting into his tiny yellow Volkswagen Beetle and squeezing his brawny shoulders in, he set off. Stopping at a red light, he remembered he probably wasn't going to be home for a few hours so he texted Prussia:
"Going out to see something. Be back in a few hours. Try to get Austria to do dishes. If he doesn't, you do them. When the chores are done text me back and I'll give you today's Wi-Fi password."
Just as he put his phone back into the proper pocket in his laptop bag the light turned green and Germany started towards his first destination again.
Prussia had just put his and Austria's plates into the sink along with their mugs when his phone played a happy chick noise. Looking at the text, he sighed and pocketed his phone again.
"Yo, Austria wash the dishes."
"No."
"West said to do them."
"You do them."
"No you."
"You."
With a defeated sigh, Prussia turned towards the sink but then swiftly sprinted to the living room and dragged Austria to the sink and held him there until Austria half-heartedly did the dishes.
Several hours later, Germany returned home with no news about his country, but something strange happening in Austria.
"Yo West, where were you?" Prussia asked nonchalantly from the couch.
"I decided to investigate my country to see if there were any missing landmarks," Germany replied from the hallway, slipping off his boots and proceeding to the living room. "Although I may have found something that explains Austria's behavior, apparently all the musical instruments in Austria have disappeared somehow."
Austria whipped his head to face Germany with wide eyes before promptly fainting on the spot. Germany and Prussia only stared at him before a quiet "carry me to my room" was heard. Germany huffed, picked up Austria, and carried him away before replying to the e-mail thread:
"I haven't found anything wrong in Germany, strangely enough. Although in Austria all the musical instruments have gone missing. Austria's become depressed at this. We'll hold an emergency world meeting tomorrow. –Ludwig Beilschmidt"
After sending that Germany decided he would be the host country and sent out another e-mail to every country he could:
"EMERGENCY WORLD MEETING TO BE HELD TOMORROW AT TWO PM IN BERLIN, GERMANY. MAKE SURE YOU TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR COUNTRY'S MOST FAMOUS LANDMARKS BEFORE THE MEETING. IF ANYTHING IS OUT OF THE ORDINARY EXPLAIN AT THE MEETING. TRY TO KEEP ORDER THIS TIME AS THERE IS MUCH WORK TO BE DONE .-LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT"
With that taken care of, Germany went to go reserve the normal meeting room and begin necessary preparations.
A/N: Alright thank you for clicking on my second fanfiction! I'm not sure how long this thing will be but I will be sure to try to make chapters consistently long. I'll also make sure to include the world meeting, who's been affected, finding the culprit, defeating the culprit, and an epilogue. So assuming those will have one chapter each, this will be at least six chapters. This plot bunny has been sitting around for a while so yeah e-e Also, Germany has a yellow Volkswagen Beetle because people thought it would be funny. Ack I hate how FF doesn't let me put in indents. But I guess it just makes my job a bit easier.
Please leave a review and who you think the culprit so far with the tiny amount of info given! Who knows? The culprit might be someone who's been affected!