So I just have to say, if you'd like an appearance or mention of your favourite country, leave a comment, and I'll see what I can do to put them in there :) The next chapter will be focused on Canada, so sorry for all you lovers of Matthew in this one.
"COME ON, BOYS! LET'S GO, LET'S GO!"
Emil blinked in surprise as what felt like icy pins pricked his face, drenching him quickly.
"SIR! YOU SHOULD GET BACK BELOW DECK!"
The man who towered above him, seeming a whole lot like Prussia, had to yell to be heard above the wind and -oh. It was rain, Emil realised. He barely had time to register anything before they were pelted with... rocks? They came down from the sky like little cannonballs though, hitting one of the small Seabees hard enough to knock him down and create a dent in his skull.
"THEY'RE HERE! TAKE COVER!"
The platinum-blond man all-but screamed at the sailors, grabbing Emil around the middle and throwing him through an open door. He hit his head, but scrambled back up all the same, wide-eyed as the chaos persisted. What was happening!?
"General Steilsson, Sir! You need to get below deck!" Emil snapped back to reality when an officer shouted at him over the roar of ...everything... and held open a hatch on the floor that lead to a ladder. Just seeing how far down it frightened him, but he closed his eyes and began the decent.
What had happened? Matthew had called for E5, not turned into England and cast a spell over them to take them into- wait. Emil recalled Denmark joking that America had cursed board games from Arthur, but that had been a joke... right?
"Sir!"
Another officer saluted him when he made it down to what seemed to be the headquarters of the ship, and Emil automatically saluted him back feeling himself go into 'war mode'.
"The middle of the ocean is proving to be a bad choice to place the carrier!"
The boat rocked once more and Emil held tightly onto a pole above his head to keep from falling, as did all of the other officers. He just... had to fake this until he could find Matthew and they could get to land, where they'd sort it out. But... where was Matthew...?
"Sir! How did General Williams know where we were?" Another officer fired the question at him and Emil's eyes jumped to the name sewn on his jacket. Von Bock.
"...Eduard?" Emil couldn't believe it; Estonia was his best friend who wasn't a Nordic! He was here? That was... amazing.
But... Eduard didn't seem to recognise him. "Yes... Sir...?" He seemed confused, but quickly went back to questioning him. "Weren't the Canadians supposed to be neutral, Sir?"
Emil wasn't sure what he stuttered out eventually, but it seemed to satisfy Eduard, who nodded and looked up as the hatch opened again and the Seabees came down to avoid the fire of rocks.
"Eduard! I got hit in the head!" A smaller Seabee, one who looked practically like a child, ran over to the officer and crushed him in a hug, blond hair completely drenched and shaking as the boy trembled.
"Raivis?" Emil was more than a little shocked. Weren't the Seabees supposed to be upwards of eighteen?
Eduard's eyes darkened slightly when he heard this. "How do you know my brother?"
Emil was fumbling for a response when another voice cut him off before he could even start. "Eduard! Don't question the general!"
General? Did the officer who looked suspiciously like Lithuania under the cap mean to say that he, Emil, was commanding the entire ship?
Or the fleet...?
An odd feeling boiled up in him and he leaned against the wall, feeling hot all over despite the freezing cold. He knew where Matthew was.