IMPORTANT!

This is a sequel story! If you have not read the first three of this series, 'Call us Hetalia' 'Call me unnoticed' and 'Call us Small' this will make zero sense to you, zip, zilch, nada, so please check out the other three of the 'Call us' series, the first of which is 'Call us Hetalia' thank you!

Ah, the always convenient 'Alfred insulting Hello Kitty' gag. Never lets me down to get a story rolling...

Hetalia Academy

Lukas sighed, crossing his arms as he paced down the hall.

A moment of peace in Hetalia Academy was hard to come by, and with a person like Lukas, who wasn't very much for the constant noise and chatter of the mess or the dojo or the arena, pacing the halls towards the farthest end of the castle like school was the most quiet he could get.

He jumped when he heard someone scream his name.

"LUKAS SAVE ME!"

He spun on his heel, pale blonde hair whipping and odd violet eyes wide to see Alfred come barreling down the hall.

"Whats wrong?" Lukas demanded, keeping his voice down, it hadn't even been two weeks since the incident with the orchestra and the micro nations initiation, which he'd been forced to attend, what other chaotic terror could plague his school now?

"Lukas hide me!" Alfred begged, diving behind the Nordic.

"From who or what are we hiding?" Lukas asked, easily hiding any panic he felt as he spun again to face the american.

"ALFRED!"

A voice roared.

Lukas shook his head in a disappointed way, crossing his arms again when Yao tackled Alfred to the ground from down the hall, Alfred squirmed free and ran away.

"What happened?" Lukas asked.

"He threw one of my Hello Kitty's out a window with a trash bag parachute!" Yao screamed.

Lukas didn't bother to question what reason Alfred would have for turning a hello kitty into a paratrooper toy, and he didn't have the chance to either, because Yao had already taken off after Alfred, his fury renewed with twice the vigor.

Lukas turned and wandered out into the courtyard.

"I wonder what's next around here..." He murmured.

"Lukas T. Bondevik report to Headmaster's office immediately. Lukas T. Bondevik report to Headmaster's office immediately."

Lukas felt his stomach drop.

Not the Nordic 5? Just me?

The blonde thought, confused. Nevertheless, he stood and began making his way towards the Headmasters office. He was currently wearing his mission uniform, and was still running reasons for him being called through his head.

He reached the door and knocked.

"Come in." Was the reply.

Unconsciously reaching up to make sure his cross shaped white clip, which clashed horribly with the rest of his outfit, was straight, Norway pushed open the door.

"Sir?" Lukas poked his head inside and quickly entered, shutting the door behind him.

Headmaster Rome was alone, sitting in his large high backed chair, Lukas had never realized just how ominous and intimidating he looked until he didn't have three people to his left and one to his right to face him alongside.

"Lukas, please have a seat."

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Lukas strode inside and sat down.

He blurted the question.

"Sir, I haven't done anything wrong, have I?" He asked, a very uncharacteristic question though it may be, the Headmaster was not exactly the type to get angry.

"Not at all. Your one of the few students here who never seems to get in trouble. I have a new mission for you."

Still not quite relieved, Lukas spoke again.

"Why not call for the rest of my team, if you've a new mission?" He asked.

Rome smirked.

"Because this one's all yours."

Lukas looked slightly befuddled.

"A solo mission? But sir, why not give it to one of the solo students?"

"Because your the only kid I could pick out that had the highest chance of doing this right. Now listen."

Lukas instantly quelled any other questions he could have asked.

Rome leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk, propping up his chin on his folded fingers.

"Your pretty good at not being seen, but you can still fight and work a computer. I have worry that there's...well theres no easy way to say this...a spy in Hetalia Academy."

"What?" Lukas gasped, his mind instantly flitting through all of the students, faces flashed past, each and every one of which he trusted with his life, unable to believe that any one of them, though how annoying some were, could be moles.

"Not literally inside, at least not yet. You see...we've recently taken a student from Romania, our first from that nation, actually, and, well, I do not trust him yet. But I couldn't leave him, because despite the suspicion I have of him, he's still a good kid that deserves a chance. I want you to keep an eye on him when he arrives, for the time being your suspended from your team activities while you 'help him settle in and learn the ropes' I actually want you to try and make sure he's not an infiltrator for Morgan."

Lukas frowned, "If you think he's an infiltrator for Morgan, why would you let him into the academy in the first place?"

Rome sighed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"See...the way things have played out after the Orchestra incident, we've been in a sort of deadlock, Carthage and I. Lukas...he knows where we are, Hetalia Academy is the Ancient Academy with a new name and a new uniform. He knows that as well as you and I. After the Orchestra...well...it was reported someone shot out the lights. The nets the micro nations used were recovered. Who else could have pulled something like this off? The police? Of course not. Morgan knows this is his old school with a new name. No way for us to reverse that."

Lukas felt an instant urge to look over his shoulder, the Academy had always been a safe haven, once within these walls, you could never be hurt.

Until now.

Rome was here to contradict this, though.

"But we've built up in the community. If Carthage were to attack directly, it would do nothing but cause trouble for him. Because the public doesn't know of this secret war raging between us. All they would see is a previously respected city face, Rooke Morgan, attacking an academy full of innocent children for no reason."

"Innocent children? Us?" Lukas asked skeptically.

Rome rolled his eyes.

"Thats what the public thinks. Same goes here. If we attack, it would expose us even more so to the general public. Do you understand?"
Lukas nodded slowly, made sense to him, a direct attack was a double edged sword for both parties involved.

"As such, I want you to pick up our newest recruit at the airport. Unlike with you and your brother's entry, he was to far way to get to the academy with one hit of knock out gas."

Lukas winced.

"Oh, that was fun." He recalled.

Rome rolled his eyes.

"You didn't get knocked out."

"I know. It certainly was fun to get dragged out my window in the middle of the night. Tossed into the back of a van, and driven off to who knows where."

Rome ignored Lukas's last statement and continued.

"As such, he woke up on the plane here. His situation was explained, and this is where my worry comes. He seemed completely calm, almost as if he was expecting to be taken. This worries me...a lot. So I want you to try and give me a reason to trust him as much as I trust the other students here. Ok?"

Lukas nodded and stood to leave.
"Yes sir."

Scope out the new guy, sounds simple enough.

Amethyst: You know, I think I'm going to do this thing again for this story.

*Silence*

Amethyst: Oh, yeah, first chapter...no one's in the sign off room yet. Be right back. *Walks out*

?: OW OW OW OW OW OW!

Amethyst: Got one!

Alfred: That was my ear!

Amethyst: I know, so?

Alfred: So what did you do now?

Amethyst: I started your next story. Sorry, Alfie, your barely even in it until a lot later.

Alfred: THEN WHY DRAG ME HERE!?

Amethyst: Because you were the first person I saw. I would have preferred Tino.

Tino: What?

Amethyst: TINO! *Tackle hug*

Alfred: ...ok, I remember how this went last time. Favorite, follow, and review! Thanks a lot, bros, read next time in this new adventure of ours!