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Daro – Damn * Tylwyth Teg (Tulwith Teg) – Fair Family/Welsh Fairies * Diolch yn fawr (Diolk un vawur) – Thank you very much

Wales

I woke up groaning. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms to find that they were aching. I was confused for the moment I still thought I was in my bedroom but then I remembered.

"Romania?" I called out, pushing myself into the sitting-up position.

The European nation grumbled in return.

"Where's Lukas?" Iceland rolled over on the carpet drowsily. "I'm going to punch him in the face." He winced. "Ow. I think he beat me to it."

"Wait. Oh crap." I stumbled back to my feet and glanced around with my thick eyebrows pulled into an emphasised frown. "Where are they? Where's England and Norway?" I bent down and helped Romania to his feet.

"Gone. It looks like they left after beating us up."

"Yeah…" I didn't really want to agree with that but it was hard to ignore the truth.

The floor was littered with books thrown off the small bookshelf. The majority of the strewn covers were old cricket and rugby books owned by England and me respectively. Just like I'd seen before, nothing was burnt but the air was still hot. I narrowed my eyes. There was a small wooden box in the doorway and inside it was a single amulet: one of the ones I'd seen England and Norway wearing just before...

"Daro." I scratched my head as I thought. "Iceland, could you go get one of the pokers from the office for me? You know, the iron ones."

Thankfully he didn't bother to make a fuss about it. Iceland ran off while Romania and I stared at the amulets, trying to inspect them from a safe difference.

"Do you have any ideas what made the two of them go crazy?" Romania wondered.

"A few," I admitted. "Though once Iceland comes back I'll probably have a better one."

"Here," Iceland announced. He handed the black metal over grumpily and poked me in the arm.

"Ta." I walked closer to the chest. I pointed the iron stick at the pendant but it just sat there idly. I stepped further still and whacked the wax surface experimentally with the metal. It sank into the grey easily and stayed there anticlimactically.

Romania and Iceland shot me odd looks. "What's supposed to happen here?" asked Romania.

I shrugged honestly. "Pretty much this. It didn't explode, right?" I hooked the poker under the amulet's cord and lifted it into the air for a better look. I was hesitant after seeing what had happened to England but then I dropped it into my open hand. Again, nothing spectacular happened.

The two other countries looked at the amulet over my shoulder. "How are your theories coming on, Rhys?"

I turned to face them again and held the pendant up for the two of them to see. "Well, it doesn't respond to magic anymore, which means that the iron affected it. Which means it's British magic."

Iceland stuffed his hands into his pockets. "It's your fault, then?"

"British," I stressed. "That doesn't automatically make it mine."

"What about the word then? What language is it in?"

I frowned and inspected the wax surface again. The engraving was smudged after being dented by the poker but there was a word where I hadn't noticed it before. I squinted at it and tried to make out the letters. I felt my cheeks burn at my mistake, something I could hope the others would miss but...

"Don't know? Well, we can all thank Mr. Iron Poker for that, can't we?" Romania joked.

My pale face reddened even further, and it wasn't the heat. "Sorry." I rolled it over in my hand. "But I can kinda make something out. C-A-N-N-W-Y...Oh no."

"What? What is it?" Romania took the amulet from my hands and inspected the writing himself. "C-Canwil? Canwul? What does that mean?"

I swallowed nervously. "It means that it's mine. My magic, at least." My eyes widened and lit up with recognition. I beamed. "But now I think I know who kidnapped them: the Tylwyth Teg!"

"Tulwith teg?" Iceland repeated with a mixture of confusion and mild annoyance.

"The Welsh fairies, right?" Romania looked to me for confirmation and I nodded. My expression was blank, momentarily taken with thought, but then it brightened again.

"And I know just where to find them! Follow me guys." Romania pocketed the amulet and rushed out of the door by my side. Iceland was walking along behind, pretending he wasn't doing so of his own volition, but he still hung around a bit before starting to walk.

I kicked the chest away and hurried over to the car parked just outside. Romania smirked at the sight. "Let me get this straight. On a quest to save England and Norway from a bunch of fairies, we're going via the motorway in your little Peugeot?"

"How else would we get across Wales? I've always preferred cars to broomsticks in any case, but feel free. I think Arthur always keeps one in the cellar."

"Let's just go," Iceland grumbled. He approached the car but stopped when he noticed Romania standing next to the front seat door. Iceland slouched.

"Fine. I didn't want to sit there anyway," he pouted.

Romania rolled his eyes, threw the passenger seat door open and threw himself into the back. "It's all yours, Emil."

Iceland looked hesitant but Romania shot him a glance that made the younger country relent. I smiled encouragingly and quickly locked the front door as my mental map worked furiously. I had an idea of where to find the Tylwyth Teg and with two other countries helping me England and Norway would be saved in no time.

What had happened with them had been scary, I still didn't understand what went on, but I returned to the car with an odd sense of confidence. I envied England with his co-operative fairies but I wasn't a stranger to mine and they were not strangers to me so there was no reason to doubt any of our abilities to rescue them.

I fished the car keys out of my pockets and started the car. "Seatbelts," I reminded Romania and Iceland before driving off.

Romania

"Are we there yet?" Iceland asked Wales. The right side of his silver hair was completely flat after spending so much time leaning his head against the cold glass. The car was still and Wales was waiting patiently for the traffic to start moving again.

I rested my chin on my hand and watched the other cars trudge past us, amusing myself with the fact that none of the drivers passing us, even those whose eyes glimpsed towards me, knew what kind of people they were moving past. An Icelander, a Romanian and Welshman in a car looking for fairies. It sounded like the setup of a joke.

"Nope. We have to find a field first," Wales replied in a calm voice.

"I think we've passed a ton already."

"But I can't just run straight off the motorway; we need to find a turning first." I watched the Welshman's face and smirked. His expression and tone seemed like it was used often, but after seeing how his family acted it wouldn't surprise me on bit.

We passed at least another mile of nothing interesting in sight.

"What were those amulets doing to them?" Iceland broke the comfortable silence the three of us had been holding for the past few minutes. His purple irises were avoiding the other countries' as he spoke and when he did I noticed it was quieter than the tone he'd been using before.

Wales glanced away from the road and towards the apparent teenager before returning out of safety. His eyes radiated his concern through the windscreen and back onto the tarmac. "I know what I said, but I have to admit that I'm not absolutely sure. I don't think the amulets were trying to, like, hurt them but it was definitely doing something. Maybe…Maybe the amulets had the power to control, or even steal, their magic instead."

I closed my hand around the pendant in my pocket. Wales said it didn't have any power anymore but what he said was pretty worrying.

"And now they're gone," Iceland finished gloomily.

I leant forwards in my seat against the seatbelt. "Don't worry about it. Artie and Luke aren't going to be gone for long. We're on the case after all. Plus, I think after a while, whichever fairytale kidnapped them will just hand them back to us."

Wales smiled in approval of my comments. "Yeah. I think soon they'll be posted back to us after they finally get sick of Arthur, though I expect Lukas will be sensible enough to reel him in if my brother really starts annoying them. So don't worry."

"Just imagine Lukas and Arthur surrounded by fairies and unicorns," I advised and I saw a small smile grace the Icelander's face. I smiled as well and we returned to the comforting silence, but this time I was more aware of the other countries sharing the journey. I could tell they were both worried about the brothers but now especially I knew they weren't scared.

Cars, lorries and the odd motorcycle sped past while Wales drove us past, looking for a field or even just a turnoff on the way. I expected what he wanted was slightly more specific than that but I was going off what he'd told me.

"Rhys, there you go." I pointed to one of the road signs indicating a way off and Wales exhaled in relief, thankful for the break in the long path of nothingness.

"Diolch yn fawr," and he turned off the dual carriageway. Maybe it was because I was so used to talking with England, who was polite enough but had the mouth of a true sailor and a hair-trigger temper, but I was always so surprised whenever Wales acted patient with others. But then again I'd seen him play rugby.

The weather was typical for Wales: grey. When Wales pulled over into a seemingly random field the air itself was painted with dull colours which affected the grass and the thin stretching river. Maybe it would have been a plain for grazing animals but for the time being it was devoid of anything except for the newcomers, also known as the three of us.

"What are we looking for?" I questioned as Wales led me and the Icelander through the field. "And isn't this trespassing?"

Wales caught my playful smile and returned it. He brushed brown hair out of his face and chuckled. "Anyway, we're looking for a forest around here. Hopefully one should be around here."

"Yup." I laid my eyes on the straight border starting the woods that led up the hill and into a mass thicket of trees. The cloud-covered sun left very little sunlight so once inside I suspected it would be very dark and probably quite ominous and considering we were after a bunch of magical kidnappers it could be dangerous as well. I grinned. That was what made it fun. With three countries on the case there was little that could stop us.

Continuing that train of thought, my red eyes flickered to the left and right. Wales, Iceland and Romania. That was a trio you didn't see every day. This was going to be interesting at the very least.

And so the adventure begins. Let's go beat up some fairies!

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