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"Oh! That is indeed true! The room is much more calm without this bloody American." London declared, sipping tea from a cup that she got seemingly out of nowhere. "Besides, I'm sure she is simply late. And anyways, excuse me to put it in such a... blunt way, but actually... why do we even give a bloody damn?"

Awkward silence.

"What? Did I say anything wrong?"

"No... Not really. It's just...it's really unlike Washington to be late at something like that..." Roma shrugged.

"True, I thought she'd like, jump on the occasion to make a "memorable" impression!" Warsaw agreed.

"Dites... What if she's in danger?" Paris said.

"In danger? Washington?" London repeated with disbelief. "Paris, please, don't be stupid! Washington never puts herself in any kind of danger. She's bloody stupid, but for safety, she shows a remarkable cleverness.(her voice lowered to a murmur)...and this git better not be in danger or I'm going to save her and THEN I'll kick her bloody arse for making me worried."

Paris, who had heard it all, chuckled.

"Ohh, look at that! Londres, you worry about Washington? Did I miss something? I mean, what you do together at night is none of my business, but-"

The English Capital's pale cheeks went a bright red at Paris' innuendo.

"I-I-I..." was all she managed to stutter.

To regain a bit of composure, she drank some more tea. Next to her, both Edinburgh and Dublin were in the middle of a silent fit of the giggles. London glared daggers at them and mouthed :

"Just you wait until we're home. Just you wait."

Meawhile, in another place, far far away...

The first thing Washington noticed was the horrible headache she had. And then, the her second thought was :

"Where the fuck am I?"

Apparently she was lying on a bed, but for some reason, she couldn't move. The room was dark, and even when her eyes got accustomed to the obscurity, she couldn't figure out where she was.

Then, the door opened! (cue epic and mysterious music!) Washington decided to fake unconsciousness : that way, she could, perhaps, gather some informations? At least, that was how it happened in the mystery books she was an absolute fan of.

"Ah... she isn't awoken yet."

A soft, quiet masculine voice, that somewhat reminded of snow -sweet, but at the same time, there was a slight coldness in it. In fact, Washington could've sworn the voice was Moscow's, but it lacked the typical Russian accent.

Actually... the voice... had an American accent! Washington fought the urge to get up and scream : "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?". But 1) that would probably have been the most stupid thing to do and 2) apparently, she was tied to the bed ("Oh God, I really hope Paris and her weird mind will NEVER hear of that.")

"Hmm... I wouldn't trust like that!" a second voice (a woman's, this time, also with an American accent) countered.

"What do you mean?" the other asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

"Well, she could be faking!" the woman aswered, visibly quite annoyed, as if she was simply stating the obvious.

Oopsie.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten who we're dealing with?" she continued.

"Last time I checked, we were dealing with a hothead who doesn't care about danger, avoids it only because of mere dumb luck, and is overall an idiot." The tone was courteous and kind, but not warm.

There was a long, long silence.

"Now", the woman said, "could you please remind me why you captured her? And why you got me dragged into your mess?"

"I've told you that at least a thousand times... but if she's faking unconsciousness, I'd rather avoid any chances that she could hear it..."

Okay, so apparently I'm in a fine mess...

Back at Roma's house...

"We should try to know why Washington isn't here!" Ottawa said, politely raising a hand.

"Agreed-aru! That's really unlike her-aru!" Beijing added.

"In fact, she should already be here... kicking the door and screaming to make sure we ALL notice her." London approved.

"Does anyone have her phone number?"