"Heya Toris!" Alfred said as he leaned against the red phone booth. He played with the cord of the phone, mentally thinking about how lame the cord phones were compared to his cell phone that could play sport games.

"M-Mr. America? Is that you?" the Lithuanian asked nervously. It had been a good idea to call Russia's house then. He remembered hearing from him that he stayed at Russia before coming to live in America with him.

"Yeah, it's me! Hey, I need your help. England didn't help me at all."

"T-this isn't the best place. Can I meet you somewhere to talk about this?"

"Oh sure, I'll come over to your house! I haven't been over there before," Alfred replied cheerfully. Again, he didn't wait for the other man's response before hanging up the phone. He took a minute to listen to the strange phenomenon known as silence before pushing open the red-framed, glass door. He waved to the driver before hopping into the back seat of the car.

"Anywhere you want to go now?" Liam asked as he started the car.

"Yep, we're going to Lithuania!"

"T-that far?" he blurted out in surprise. "You do know that Lithuania isn't in England, right?"

"Of course I do!"

"And that, despite it being hours away, it is impossible to get to by car seeing as how we need to cross water," he tried to explain commonly but not even his best friend would be insane enough to try driving to Lithuania from England. It just couldn't be done unless the car could fly or float. Neither seemed logical things that a car to do nor did he expect it to be able to do that.

"Aw, it is? Then I guess I'll have to go back to my jet," Alfred said as he worked on crumbling up the McDonald's bag. "Can we stop by a McDonald's again?"

"Pardon me for asking, but at the rate that you're eating them, wouldn't it harm your help?" the driver asked as he pulled away from the curb.

"Nope, I'll wash it all away with a coke! That way the unhealthy stuff won't stay!" Alfred explained. They didn't say much more on the trip to the airport. Alfred pestered Liam about Pandora but he came out with little more than "Its top secret." The American was rather glad to leave the quiet taxi too. The man was too professional and made sure not to leak anything else about Pandora to him. Despite feeling like he sat in a car with an Austrian who was forbidden to speak of music, he waved to the drive and watched the black European car drive back to where Arthur was at. It still made him upset that there was a secret organization in England and he didn't know about it. Though, the word "secret" passed through one ear and out the other.

On his way to the plane, his eyes caught the sight of a short figure. Quickly, he spun around to face whoever it was. On the other side of the airport fence stood a boy with blond piercing hair in contrast to his old-fashion, black cloak and hat. His blue eyes were hollow except for two clear emotions: the feeling of concern and lost.

"Hey, who is that kid?" America asked the flight attendant. The woman looked to where he was point but turned back with an expression of confusion.

"Who are you talking about? No-one is there."

"What?" he blurted out as he swiftly looked over his shoulder. The chain fence was vacant now. Not even the smallest of signs were left to tell Alfred that he wasn't seeing things. He continued to gaze over the area, hoping that it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him and that boy had been there. The very thought of him mentally losing it reminded him of the Briton he had left only a couple of hours ago and if he related himself to Arthur, it meant he was getting old.

He shook his head, pitching the thought away. "I'm not going crazy like Iggy," he mumbled to himself and took a seat in the airliner chair. He adjusted himself and waited for the movie to come on. He leaned against the window and watched as the plane zoomed past trees. Again, his eyes caught sight of some young figures; three of them this time. He kept his eyes on them as long as he could but it wasn't long enough. He narrowed his eyes as the dark-colored boy from previously appeared in the group. A dark brown haired boy draped in a red duangua with black trim and oversized, long sleeves. Next to the two boys was a girl. She had a chin-length blond hair and a purple ribbon on the right side of her head. She was decorated in a deep-red, long sleeved dress with lighter red stripes on it. Her blue eyes seemed to watch Alfred in his seat at the plane passed the young trio. He wondered who they were. He had a hard time recalling them. The girl reminded him of the trigger-happy Swiss at the world meetings while Alfred immediately labeled the dark brown haired boy as one of the Asians. Still, the blond haired boy seemed a mystery to him. Was he European? The blue eyes from earlier seemed so lost and helpless. It was hard to say where he could be from. Alfred hadn't seen him long enough to tell but his thoughts drifted back to the television in front of him now playing one of the movies he brought along.

Chapter 2 of the story. Sorry this one is a bit shorter. Right now, they are mainly just introducing you to what is happening and I promise that I'll get up to something a bit more interesting here soon. Just hold tight with me. Again, comments and reviews are welcome to please go ahead and let me know what you think. It'll help make this better for everyone, I'm sure.