((OK, so I decided to keep on with this stupid little story of mine! I'm trying to update stuff today, people. I'm sorry. ^_^"

So! Enjoy. Hetalia is not and never will be mine!))

A few minutes in the dressing rooms later, the adventurers emerged. The trio was clothed in fancy blue and white uniforms, all with large hats that bore the kingdom's flag. They were even given fencing swords.

"I must admit, this is pretty fancy," Toris remarked.

"As fancy as his Highness can get, at least," said Eduard, sweatdropping. Raivis just stuttered.

"Come over here, you three!" King Ivan called from the throne room. The trio immediately flew over there, nerves coming back already.

King Ivan put his hands together, a cute, happy smile on his face. "Alright, boys! Let us be getting this show on the road!" He pointed to a painting on the wall. "That," he said, "is my little sister Natalia, a.k.a the Wicked Witch of the Woods. She is in love with me, see, but fortunately, I do not love her in the same way."

"Don't you mean "unfortunately", sir?"

"Nyet."

"Oh, okay then…"

"Moving on," King Ivan continued, "Because I have not returned her affections, she has decided to destroy my kingdom. So, I am going to send you three out to fend her off at her castle!"

"All by ourselves?!" the three cried. "We can't do it, your Majesty! We just can't!"

"Oh?" King Ivan prompted, smile not leaving his face for a second. "Then how would you like to go join some of our friends from the cooking club here?"

The trio immediately straightened, a shiver going down their backs. they sighed. "Y-yes, sir…"

"Wonderful!" King Ivan exclaimed, clapping his hands. He pulled out his "scepter" (which was really an old pipe) and announced, "May the adventuring begin!"

Somewhere in the outskirts of the Soviet Kingdom…

"Are we really going through with this?" Raivis asked, hands shaking as they walked through the shrubs. "We won't be able to handle a witch all by ourselves!"

"We don't have a choice, Raivis," Toris said with defeat in his voice. "It's either that or the trenches. Like the poor cooking club."

"Let's not think about that," said Eduard. "Let's try to focus on the fact that we're going the wrong way."

"WHAT?" Toris had been talking, staring at the map and worrying himself sick the entire hour they had been walking. He must have been in such a trance that he completely disregarded what the map was telling him. Shoot.

Toris sighed heavily. This is going to be a very long journey…

((I always feel really bad for these guys. They go through so much hell. ^_^'

Don't ask what happened to the cooking club. Let's just say it involved a steel pot and lots of fire.

OK, so that's all for this chapter! See ya!))