"GEEEEEERRRRRRRRRMMAAAAAAAAAANNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
"Ugh."
It was nothing out of the ordinary. North Italy and Germany had gone out for a walk and Feli had seen a little lost Shitzu wandering around. Feeling sorry for it, the brunette had gone to pet it, but the dog would have none of it.
Biting down on the slim fingers, the mutt growled ferociously, lips curled back.
"Ahhhhhhh!" the Italian wailed. "I'm sorry cucciolo! But my fingers aren't food and that really hurts and if you let go I'll give you some of Luddy's wurst though I doubt you'll enjoy it since it usually tastes really bad though he really tries hard to make it-"
If you thought that Germany would be the one to remove the canine, you were wrong. Instead, the dog was smacked over the head with a large branch and throw off into a bush by...a little boy (or so it appeared).
Germany was the first of the two to react, recognition claiming his facial features. "Skogurland."
Veneziano sniffed, then pulled the child into a tight hug, making the younger of them flush and stiffen up.
"Grazie, Alvin! That dog sure was a meanie pants!"
"Al-vi. No -n, Feli," they muttered, annoyed that her name was always being mis-said.
Germany pried his lover off the island nation and glanced about, puzzled.
"Where did you send the hund...?"
Alvi blinked, gears whirring in her head to figure out what Germany had asked. Seeing him looking around, she figured it out and pointed up.
The Shitzu was now caught at the top of an oak tree, and was whining most pitifully, their white fur obscured by most of the leaves.
"Ve~ aieya! Poor thing! Let him down! Let him down!" Veneziano tugged on Germany's arm like a toddler asking for a cookie.
Ludwig looked up and watched the dog for a moment, contemplating. Those branches are awfully thin...
Seeing the chance to show off and prove herself to the other nations, Sko scrambled up the trunk after the dog. She didn't really like dogs, considering how badly she got along with the Isle of Man's representation (which was a dog, go figure- a grumpy dog...), so she wasn't too eager about interacting with one she had just thrown up a tree- but anything to show she was strong, a true male country like the rest of the world (that she had met so far).
It took only a few quick swings to maneuver up the trunk and to the pup (since she spent a lot of time stalking prey from trees back in her homeland), so once the dog was in her hands, Skogurland began the tricky part. The descent.
It may be once thing to climb up and down a tree with a spear and a bow/arrow set, but a live, wriggling, angry Shitzu is another thing.
She was halfway down when Alvi got fed up with the biting.
Meaning she tossed her cargo out of the tree.
Straight at Spamano (who were also out for a walk).
Who freaked out.
Sighing annoyedly, Alvi jumped down and took over from Spain, who was barely keeping the canine from Lovi (who was perched on Antonio's shoulder and swearing at the top of his lungs in Italian).
Skogurland snarled at the Shitzu, then gave a few barks of dominance. Being turned into a dog for a few days had its advantages it seemed (magic practice mishap). Fred (the dog) jumped down from the girl's arms and bowed his head, like an apology. Then he scurried off, tail between his legs.
Alvi watched her fellow nations with a blank face. Romano was calling Spain a 'Tomato Basterd' and claiming that Toni had lifted him up against his will (lies). Germany was giving Feliciano a cuddle so he would stop whining about his fingers long enough for them to be cared for by the tall blonde.
Then Lovino went attack mode on the 'Potato Basterd' and ushered Feli away for some first aid, the other two men following closely.
"Ekki einu sinni 'þakka-þér'." (Not even a thank-you) Alvi grumbled, picking at her own bite-marks in annoyance.
Those brothers are such wimps! If they had been born into my land, they would have dealt with the mutt themselves.
Just then, an idea came into her head, giving the young girl a Cheshire grin. A wonderful, awful idea.
She skipped back to her temporary home at Canada's house (he was her mentor in being a country and modern-world customs) and started packing.
Alvi was going back home.
But not alone.