A/N: Andddd I am back with another chapter! I wrote this throughout the week (mostly after midnight lol) and it might uhh, contain some fluffy gerita. Oops. I'm a complete sucker for fluffy nations. If you'd like to skip it, skip to "Is this working? Hello?" and you'll be spared most of it! Though I don't know many people who don't like gerita... eh, what the heck, your preference.
Also, friendly reminder that Holland and the Netherlands are the same person and the names will be used interchangeably. Belgium also refers to him as her brother. Sorry for any confusion.
My only real warnings in this chapter is that Romano will curse a ton. In capital letters as well. In character, right?
"Ve~ Germany, fratello should be with Belgium and Holland in the meeting room."
The two nations stepped into the elevator. "Thank you, Italy."
Italy laughed brightly. " You don't need to be so stiff here, Germany. Not around me."
Biting his lip, Germany replied. "I know, Italy, but you out of all people understand how wild Austria and Hungary can become if they put their minds to it. Them combined with an overprotective Switzerland will be a nightmare to stop."
Italy's lips curled up more, his smile reflecting on the elevator's metal doors. "I'm not worried. I know that Germany always comes up with a solution! You just needs to relax."
His carefree expression was contagious, and Germany couldn't help but try to match it. "And what do you suggest to make that happen?"
Bouncing slightly on his toes, Italy turned to face the other country. "Our tradition, of course!"
For the first time that day, the German nation let out a laugh. "Understood."
Bending down so their faces was level with each other, he kissed each of Italy's cheeks.
Italy hummed and threw his arms around Germany's shoulders. "Later, I can cook us some pasta! Japan said we could visit him too, like a private vacation- that'll be fun, right, Germany?"
Germany's face lightened with each word the other nation spoke. "I suppose so."
Italy beamed and leaned closer, but was jolted away as the elevator suddenly halted to a stop.
"Is this working? Hello?" A voice, clearly Spain's, boomed from the speakers inside the elevator. "You're supposed to be able to hear this from anywhere in this building! Call the control center if you can hear me- password is tomato! T-O-M-A-T-"
Muffled noises cut off the rest of his sentence, and another voice screeched out, wild and laugh-filled.
"KESESESESESESE- It's me, the awesome Prussia! Spain and I have cut off ALL THE POWER inside this building so we can bring you A SUPER IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT- DON'T GO OUTSIDE! IT'S A BAD IDEA! Hold on, the security guards want to talk to- HELL NO, SHOVE O-"
In the elevator, Germany groaned and dropped his forehead onto Italy's shoulder. "I didn't say it was necessary to cut off the power or attack the guards. I should have told-"
Italy patted the nape of Germany's neck and interrupted him. "It's not your fault, Germany! You know your brother, he would have done something insane even if you already said not to. You can just call the control center and talk to everyone there, right?"
"If you're the one who has to tell me what to do, I am definitely not doing well," Germany replied, but Italy could see that the other nation was comforted by his words. "I'll do that now."
Before he could even unlock his phone, Spain's voice blared from the speakers once more.
"While Prussia deals with those men, I'll answer some calls! Here's the first one-"
"YOU BASTARD, YOU CUT OFF THE POWER RIGHT WHEN MY PHONE DIED! I DON'T EVEN HAVE A PORTABLE CHARGER, I'M USING BELGIUM'S, SO YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHAT'S HAPPENING NOW."
"Romano!" Spain sounded overjoyed. "No problem, it's not serious, we just have Hungary, Austria, and Switzerland on the loose outside!"
"AND WHY ARE THEY OUTSIDE? IS THERE SOMETHING HAPPENING OUT THERE? I'M NOT GOING TO BE STUCK INSIDE A FUCKING BUILDING LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD IN A SUPERMARKET THAT LOST THEIR MOTHER!"
"Ah, you're actually spot on, Romano! The reason that we're making this announcement is because-"
Italy's face paled. Germany could feel his entire body go stiff. There was no way that Spain would tell. He couldn't. It would ruin-
"There's a huge sale everywhere today! I think that's why America left so early too."
Everything.
For a moment, everything was still. Then, the tower seem to split with simultaneous screaming and German curses.
Spain, surprised by the sudden noise, smacked his hands down on the buttons and knobs of the control panel. The elevator slammed into action, throwing Germany and Italy against the doors.
Ding. The doors slid open, and various nations clambered inside, nearly trampling the two nations already inside.
The elevator filled up at an alarming rate, and Germany managed to crawl out, Italy pushing next to him. They had barely made it out of the doors before it shut.
"What were you bastards doing in there?"
Germany's vision was blurred, and he was barely able to register that he was being propped up so that his back was leaning against a wall. Italy grunted next to him, in a similar state.
"Fr-fratello?" Italy finally coughed, after a few minutes.
"Obviously, asshole. I was going find Spain and kick that shitty grin off his face. Only stopped because that elevator got too damn full of idiots."
Germany, his vision slowly focusing, saw Romano and Belgium standing in front of him. He noticed someone missing from the usual trio. "Where is the Netherlands? Italy said he would be with you two…"
Belgium beamed. "When Spain said the announcement, Brother murmured something about money and dashed out. He had a really scary face on! Well, scarier than his normal face, I guess."
"He told us he'd be gone for a while," Romano added, "We can just call him later, whatever."
Suddenly, Italy sat up straight. "Germany. Germany, Holland is even worse than Austria when it comes to sales, you know that."
Germany cursed underneath his breath. "I have to get my brother. We can't stop him if we all don't work with each other. I'll try calling Japan too."
Romano grimaced. "I'll go with you, since Spain's with him. N-not like I care about either, though. I just want to kick his ass."
Germany nodded. It was the most help that Romano would ever offer to him anyway. He took out his phone, dialing Japan's number. It went into voicemail. Germany frowned and dialed again.
"Hello, Japan? It's Germany. I was wondering if-"
The line momentarily filled with static, and then Japan, his voice tinged with fear, spoke in the loudest voice Germany had heard in a long time.
"Germany-san! I am sorry, I must ask you a favor. Please, please help me get out of-"
More static, and a different voice spoke, in a manner that could only be China.
"Japan, look at this adorable panda plushie! Wait, Taiwan, stop grabbing the pink hairbands- we got to save for- VIETNAM WATCH OUT, THAILAND-"
Beep. Beep. Beep. The line cut off, and Germany stared at his phone with a stunned expression.
"I guess Japan's help is out, then?" Romano spoke, after a few moments of silence.
Belgium frowned. "It sounds more like he needs our help."
Italy stood up. "I bet we can track him and Holland together! There's must be a phone tracking device thing in the control room, right, Germany?"
Blinking, said nation pushed himself to his feet as well. "Right. Let's get going. There isn't time to lose."
A/N: Anyone who knows which episode/strip the 'kisses on the cheek' tradition came from gets virtual cookies! Yes, I know that being a 'tradition' isn't really a canon thing. Just a headcanon of mine if those two ever are confirmed by Himapapa. Which will probably never happen. In this decade, at least. Welp.
The next chapter will be focused on the Asian nations! Or at least that's what I've got planned. You never know with this mind. It's going to get much more insane/cracky then. This is just a pillow to soften the blow.
Friendly reminder that I have a tumblr (can be found in my profile if the link doesn't show), and I'll be glad to talk to you guys and/or tell of some ideas I have for the future!
Kagewalker: Thanks! And I'm very excited to continue this, trust me.