Hey again! How is everyone? *crickets...* Oh come on...

Here's the next segment of the epic fic that is HELP! I just want to say that, yes, it is a little strange. Everything will be answered though, so don't you worry!

Special Thanks to:

pi-or-pie – The pairings are still majorly unknown (even to me), but those two already have plans with others. It's a nice suggestion though.(maybe I should make a crack!fic about them...)

DivineProjectZero – Thank you so much! I noticed the same thing with many soul-mate stories and I will try not to make the same mistakes.

EhCanuck – Your wish is my command! It will take a while, but it will definitely happen.

And a big thanks to all that faved or watched!

Now, ONWARD!


Chapter Two – Plan Giripan: Stage 1

(Or: Never Trust an Englishman With an Italian's Job)

"We are such stuff as dreams are made on..."

-William Shakespeare: The Tempest


"OK, Feli, what are you going to do?"

Feliciano grinned brightly in response. "Ve~ I'm going to tell Kiku that Heracles likes him!"

Im Yong Soo smiled and nodded at the Italian's reply. Humming an agreement, he added, "And then?"

Feliciano furrowed his brow. "That part's not gonna work." The corner of his lip quirked downwards and he tapped his fingers against his thigh.

"What?" The Korean was confused. His plan was flawless. It had to be, because it was made by him. What could possibly be wrong?

"Kiku's not gonna ask Heracles out. He's too shy." Oh, there's that.

"I could always just control them, you know?" Feliks spoke from the kitchen, where he was painting his nails a vibrant pink. "It would make things, like, so much easier and stuff." Arthur sighed from the chair next to the Pole as he reread 'Hamlet' for the 100th time.

Back in the living room, Yong Soo shook his head, even though the other two could not see the gesture. "No Feliks, I want it to be their own decision. No freaky mind control."

Feliks huffed as he finished his right hand. He began to lightly blow on the nails. "Fine, like, be that way," he pouted.

The group of four was currently in Yong Soo's house, since the meeting the next day was being held in Korea. It was a modest home; not too big, but not too small either. There were two bedrooms and a constantly stocked kitchen. (He made sure the refrigerator was always full after a certain Italian's first visit.) The walls were lined with pictures of friends and family.

On one wall, adjacent from the kitchen was a large tack-board. It was full of overlapping pictures, all of different places and people. One would notice that the only thing the same in all of these pictures were that they all featured couples, happily smiling. Some had captions such as: Thank you HELP! or We owe you one!

All four of them had the same pictures somewhere in their homes. It helped remind them why they did what they did. The four Nations made up HELP: Healing Earth's Love Problems. They tried to bring together as many soul-mates, Nation or citizen, as possible. While finding soul-mates might sound hard for some people, it was painfully easy for them.

They all had gifts. Yong Soo would not call them all powers, because his was not truly all that special. Im Yong Soo could see Soulstrings. These strings were tied to a person's right pinkie and connected to the finger of their soul-mate. Korea had begun to notice the strings after the Korean War, when he was forced to separate from his brother.

Arthur was a little different. Instead of seeing the red Soulstring, he saw a black thread that the group had dubbed 'Loststrings'.They tied around a person's left wrist. These were the exact opposite of of Soulstrings and indicated lost love. The black thread needed to be cut before the person could move on and find their true love. By "cut" he meant that the person needed to let go of the one they were tied to.

Feliks and Feliciano, now they were a special case. The blond had mind reading powers. He could tap into anyone's thoughts without breaking a sweat. The group had recently found that the Pole could input thoughts into someone's brain when they had eye contact.

Feli was another special case. He could see the auras surrounding a person. These auras reflected a person's inner feelings. If he concentrated hard enough, he could also change a person's aura. By sensing these auras, the Italian could always tell where a person was. This took a lot of concentration, however.

"So, like, what are we going to do?" Feliks asked as he walked into the living room and plopped onto the couch next to Feliciano. Both his hands were painted and he admired them with a large smile.

"How about I do the same thing as Feliciano, but with Greece?" Arthur recommended, his focus never leaving the book in his hands. Yong Soo's eyes closed in thought. That might work. Heracules was never one to beat around the bush. Once he found that Kiku liked him, he would ask the Japanese man out immediately.

"Good plan Arthur. Feli, still tell Kiku so he can at least know what's coming. Don't want him fainting in shock on us." Yong Soo jumped up and held out his hand. "OK everybody. We execute plan Giripan in T minus um... tomorrow's meeting!" the Korean chirped giddily.

A manicured hand was placed on top of his. "Let's, like, do this," Feliks giggled. Next, Feliciano and Arthur put their hands into the pile.

"Let's go HELP our next victims," Arthur chuckled.

Feliciano smiled brightly, "Team HELP on three guys! 1-2-3!'

"Go Team HELP!" All except Arthur shouted, who was content on simply staying silent, in unison. The three overexcited members fell into a fit a laughter, leaning onto each other for support. England sighed as he returned to his book and began the next act. It was getting to his favorite part and nothing was better than Shakespeare.

- - - - Stage 1 - - - -

Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. As he trudged through the numerous hallways looking for a certain lazy Greek, he really started to regret his decision. It was not like he was the nation of love or anything. No, that title belonged to just about every other freaking European nation (or so they liked to think).

Why did I agree to this nonsense anyway? Oh yeah, because I'm a closet hopeless romantic, he grumbled internally. It's not that his job was particularly challenging. No, not at all. All he had to do was tell Greece to ask Kiku out and admit their undeniable love for each other and blah blah blah. Sadly, there was a problem; Arthur could not find that stupid Grecian anywhere! He had already checked every possible area. Every hallway, non-locked room (even some locked ones – Never doubt a man with fairy powers) and gathering area had been completely Greek-free. It was like the world was mocking him.

Muttering dark curses under his breath, he turned down another hall. He passed France, who stared after his with confused eyes. The taller blond made a move as to follow him. Without looking back, Arthur hissed, "Not today Frog." France immediately backed off, knowing that it might not be the best time to mess with the Englishman. Arthur was glad that someone was cutting him a break. As he walked away, he failed to see the concerned look on the Frenchman's face, who then smiled sadly as he stared at the smaller man's retreating back.

Just as all hope seemed lost and Arthur was about to give up on his search, something amazing happened. Some would call it a miracle, but Arthur just called it luck. While walking, he stepped on something small and furry. The blond jumped back, shock written on his face. The object hissed, teeth bared. Arthur stared at the cat hissing upwards at him in confusion for a few seconds before it clicked. It was not just any cat, it was one of Greece's cats.

The blond looked down to find the black ball of fur bound around the corner. He tore after it instantly, not wanting to loose his chance to finding Greece. Turning the corner, he saw the cat jump into the arms of a certain lazy nation, blinking sleep out of his eyes. England stopped abruptly to keep from slamming into his target.

"Hullo Greece, fancy seeing you here," he waved weakly with a forced smile that looked more like a grimace.

Greece blinked again. "Why were you chasing the cat?"

"Um... you see... I thought it was a stray! Yeah, that's it! You know, with the rabies and such..." Arthur trailed off, internally wincing at his explanation. Greece seemed to buy it though, or simply did not wish to even begin to think that England was lying. He began to turn away, but Arthur grabbed him by the arm.

"Wait! Ah..." Arthur bit his bottom lip as he tried to think of what to say next. "I've got to tell you something." He decided to just get straight to the point.

Greece blinked again, causing Arthur to sigh. I get that he's a man of few words, but this is ridiculous. He took that as a sign to go on. "Um, well..." He coughed nervously and blushed. "How do I put this? It's well... Japan wants to go out with you!" Arthur nearly jumped himself at his sudden exclamation and almost kicked himself afterward. That's one was to do it, I guess. Greece simply (you guessed it) blinked. Oh, but this time he nodded as well! That's a good sign, right?

"Why didn't he just tell me?" he asked, but Arthur had a feeling he was talking to himself. The Greek walked up to the door that led to the Meeting Room and pushed it open before moving straight towards Kiku. The Japanese man was talking to Feliciano and blushing, which probably meant that the Italian had already talked to him.

"Kiku," Greece started and grabbed the shorter man's arm. He pulled them both out of the Meeting Room, Kiku asking him politely to let go of him the entire time. Arthur and Feliciano flashed each other a thumbs up. Mission Accomplished...

Until the two were back in the Meeting Room not even five minutes later.

"There, we went out for some fresh air. That was a pleasant outing," Greece said, patting Kiku, who was still red-faced, on the head.

Feliciano's jaw dropped open and Arthur spluttered on unintelligibly. Feliks, who had just walked into the room and caught the tail end of the conversation, face-palmed. He muttered a small "Ow..." afterward. Arthur calmly glided over to the wall and proceeded to smack his head against it.

…Or not accomplished, either way.

Plan Giripan: Stage 1

Result: Epic Failure