A/N: Woohoo! Chapter 2 is complete! Sorry this chapter is about six word document pages shorter that the last one. I was also a little rushed, so sorry if the chapter is effed up.

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(Iceland's POV)

"Good morning Berwald" I nodded towards Sweden, using his human name.

We were all staying at Sweden's vacation home* in America, thanks to Denmark. He got all paranoid and managed to talk Sweden and Finland into making all of us (plus Sealand) stay at their place. Norway also made sure we took the extra measure of calling each other by our human names so that in public we function like a 'normal family'-not that we even look that alike.

It's been a week since the world meeting and nothing's happened. I don't see why everyone's so paranoid. They've haven't found an antidote yet, but there is still a lot of time.

"G' m'rning Emil," He replied, handing me a plate before gesturing to the stove in front of him with a spatula "We h've pancakes t'day."

"Alright thanks." I took the plate and sat down between Norway, who was reading a newspaper, and Finland, who was futilely trying to get Sealand to stop playing his DS.

"Good morning Tino," I reached under their arms to get some pancakes as Finland tried to pry the machine from Sealand's hands.

"Good morning Emil- Ack! Peter! Just give me the DS! You can finish after breakfast!"

"What are you looking at?" I snapped at Norway, who was looking at me expectantly.

"Onii- chan." He replied simply.

"No. I'm not calling you 'Brother Dearest', no mater what language you say it in." I dumped some syrup on my plate, emphasizing the not.

"I guess I'll settle for Lukas." he sighed, turning back to the paper.

"Did they have any luck finding an antidote yet?" Finland asked, giving the DS a hard yank.

"Not yet." Norway's reply was barely heard over Sealand's shout of "Just let me beat the gym leader! I have to be better than that jerk England!"

"Yo Ice! You better not have ate all the pancakes punk!" Mr. Puffin burst into the room, eating a pancake right off my plate.

"Hey! That's mine! Get your own you-"

"Hey! Good morning Ice- Emil!" Denmark tried to ruffle my hair, but I ducked and he ended up getting a handful of syrup and smashing Mr. Puffin into my pancakes instead.

The puffin let out an angry squawk, pecking Denmark's hand vigorously.

"Good morning Matthias." Norway sighed.

"Ow! Oh hey No- Lukas. How is my little bro?"

"I'm not your brother," Norway was quite calm for the amount of anger that seemed to radiate off him as he strangled Denmark with the tie he left on a chair last night. "and thank god I'm not. No one would want to be related to you."

"OOOH! BURN!" Sealand shouted, pointing a finger at Denmark, accidentally letting go of the DS. "NOOOOO!" He grabbed for the DS dramatically as Finland snapped the screens together.

"There it's on sleep mode. It'll be right where you left off when you're finished okay?"

"Oh hey Peter! Did you beat the gym leader yet?"

"No, not yet. My Cubchoo was almost took down that Pidove. I think it'll evolve soon! That way it will kick that jerk England's Lilligant's butt!"

"Why does he have a Lilligant? They're just so... girly." That flowery pokemon would have been my last choice, even if England's was pretty strong.

"Because it looks like a fat, flowery fairy." Norway replied. We were all surprisingly into the whole pokemon thing**, considering that all of us (excluding Sealand) were mature adults. (well I'm seventeen, but close enough.)

"Which means it's perfect for you."

Norway glared at me. "Very funny, but you know I can beat you any day. You only have 7 badges."

"Whatever. I'm going to clean Mr. Puffin now, so if you'll excuse me..."

I gingerly picked the puffin out of the plate, trying not to get syrup on myself, hearing Denmark's audible sigh of relief now that the bird had stopped pecking him.

"You know, if you just asked for your own plate, then none of this would have happened?" I told the black and white bird.

"Don't tell me what to do punk." the bird snapped.

I filled a bathroom sink with water and placed the bird in there, letting him get it off himself.

Looking out one of the bathroom windows, I was really tempted to go outside. I wanted to explore without at least two family members following me like bodyguards.

"You think I should go?" I asked no one in particular. "It's early out; there'd be a lot of people out."

"You asking me? How'd I know?" the bird squawked.

"Yeah, I'll go." I decided. "If anyone asks, tell them I went to get some soap for you."

"Okay, but it ain't my fault if you get shot through the head." Mr. Puffin shrugged, or at least it looked like he did. He doesn't really have shoulders.

Sneaking out the window was easier that I expected, there were plenty of trees around the house, so all I had to do was climb out.


(Norway's POV)

"Hey isn't that Emil?" Sealand asked, pointing at the open window.

I sighed. I knew it would happen soon enough. "I'll go get him."

Opening the patio door, I followed Iceland outside.

"Emil!"

Iceland whipped around, surprised, I heard him mutter "Shit." as I approached.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked him.

"I needed soap for Mr. Puffin, the syrup isn't coming off very easily." He replied casually.

"I'll go with you then." I glared at him. I practically raised him, did he really think I would fall for that?

"No, I'm fine by myself."

"Emil, you know what Ger-Ludwig said. It's not safe."

"Riiiight." He rolled his eyes. "That was a week ago. Nothing's happened since then and it's ten o'clock on a Saturday. There'll plenty of people out, I'll be fine. GerLudwig doesn't have to know."

"It's not safe." I insisted.

"Nore, I'm seventeen now. I'll be fine."

I sighed. Iceland was stubborn... Maybe I could just have one of my pixie's watch him, then they could tell me if anything happens.

"Fine. You but you better be back before twelve."

Iceland nodded before heading out to the woods.

After he was a couple feet away, I summoned a pixie.

"Keep an eye on him if you see anyone with a gun, tell me."

Iceland glared at me, shouting "I don't need any of you magical friends looking after me!" before storming into the woods.


(Finland's POV)

"Hey Lukas, where's Emil?" I asked, looking at the Norwegian.

"He's upstairs washing Mr. Puffin." He replied, not looking up from a cup of coffee he was drinking.

"He's been up there with the door locked for the past twenty minutes."

"Well syrup is really sticky you know." He replied casually. "It takes a lot of soap to clean-" He stopped, eyes widening. The coffee cup fell to the ground with and audible crash.

"Lukas! Norway!"

Norway rushed out the door like Iceland's life depended on it- unless...

"Sweden! Denmark!"

"T'no we're s'pposed t' us' our hum'n names." Sweden glared at me, or maybe he was just looking at me normally. He always looks like that...

"What's up?"

"I think something happened to I-Emil. Lukas just burst out the door running. Something's wrong."


(Iceland's POV)

Washington D.C. was actually pretty nice this time of year, there weren't many people out yet though...

"Emil!"

"Wha- Nor-?"

Bang.

I gasped at the feeling of warm blood spreading across my stomach.

I blinked. Once, twice, but there was no pain.

"You idiot," I opened my eyes, to find Norway standing in front of me, hugging me protectively.

"Nor-?"

"I-I guess it was p-partially my fault too. I s-shouldn't have let you go."

"Wh-what are you talking about? Norge? Nor?" I looked down, feeling weight slip from my shoulders.

"Oh my god. Nor- Nor!"

Norway dropped to the ground, a red stain blossoming from his back.

"They're over here!"

Finland ran up to me, followed by Denmark and Sweden.

"They got him. They got Norway." I whispered, unable to keep tears from my eyes.


"That was really stupid of you Iceland." Finland frowned at me, anxiously petting Hanatamago.

"I know." I replied, biting back a sharp reply. Bad enough Norway was shot, I didn't need them to keep on telling me it was my fault.

"W''re moving Luk's to Alfr'd's hous' n'w" Sweden reported, putting down the phone he was holding.

"What? Why?"

"They're using Alfred's house as a base of operations for the investigations, and he has a lot of security, and there is an infirmary set up in his basement in case others get shot." Finland replied. "We'll still be staying here, but it's nearby, so we can go visit Lukas often. I think they're bringing a van over so that no one will see us…"


I halfheartedly sat in front of makeshift bed, listening to Norway's unsteady breathing and the constant beep, beep of the heart monitor (Where did America get these things?)

There were already a few nations milling around America's house, like Germany, Japan and Estonia, who were helping with the research and investigations, and of course, they brought along their close family and friends (all the Asians, Baltic countries, Italy, France, and Prussia). To add on to that, Romano, Belgium and Netherlands were already there with Spain.

There was still plenty of space in America's mansion though, especially since half the nations had vacation homes in Washington D.C. to stay in instead.

I sat there awkwardly, pretending not to notice when Romano sat down next to me. Everyone else had gone to go find some edible food or talk to someone, so I was the only one still sitting next to Norway.

"I'm… sorry about your brother." Romano mumbled.

"I'm sorry about Spain." I replied plainly, realizing that he was probably as upset and worried as I was. Sure, the Nordic nations are basically a family, but I was the one closest to Norway, just like Romano was the closest to Spain.

More awkward silence.

"It… wasn't your fault he got shot you know." Romano struggled to get the words out.

"How is it not my fault?" I snapped. "If I didn't decide to go out, he wouldn't have been shot! If I just sat at home like I should have, he wouldn't be here!" I jabbed my finger at the makeshift hospital bed.

"Just shut up and listen to me damn it!" Romano snapped back his face turning as red as… well you get the idea. "It doesn't matter what fucking you did, those assholes still would've shot someone! They're targeting nations who have families or close friends. That way they can make more of us give up our title at once!"

He paused, breathing heavily.

"If he didn't take that fucking bullet for you, it would have been your sorry ass was shot." I opened my mouth to point out that he was aiming for my chest, but wisely clamped my mouth shut again.

"Your brother would be willing to give up anything to save you without a second thought. Sure he's strong-minded and all that shit, but you're his damn little brother. He would do it without letting anyone know. And then what? What if there isn't a fucking antidote?" He glared at me, the older nation finally calming down a little.

I just blinked. Would Norway have given up his title as a nation just to save me? Probably. It honestly hadn't crossed my mind to make a deal and get an antidote for Norway, but Romano was right, the rest of the Nordics would notice before I even made it out of the building.

"I guess your right." I sighed in defeat. Looks like all I can do is wait until they catch whoever is doing this and hope they have an antidote.

"Hey Ro- um… Lo…" I stuttered, realizing I never knew the Italian's human name.

"Lovino."

"Lovino," I repeated. "What happens if a nation y' know… dies, but their land and people are still there?"

"How am I supposed to know that kind of shit? Go ask that Chinese geezer."

I opened my mouth to say something when shouting filled the air.

"Please- you need to get your wounds treated!"

"I'm fine! I need to talk to Germany first!"

"Holy shit. That was fast. Those assholes got someone again." Romano mumbled.


Nations shot: 2

Days left: Spain (52), Norway (60), ? (60)


A/N: So what do you think? Hope it's decent.

*- Iceland is talking about the Embassies in Washington D.C. Technically Belgium would have her own and wouldn't need to stay at a hotel, but a hotel just seemed to fit the situation better.

**- I can't help it... I just love pokemon...

Who do you think got shot this time? If you get it right... um... The first one to get it right gets... um... to request someone they want shot...? (Anyone currently in America's mansion are off limits.)

So I hope I didn't screw up big time... I know Finland seems a little OOC...

Reviews, opinions, questions, and pointing out of my errors are appreciated!
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