A/N: Would I be a wimp if I admitted that the feedback was so positive and quick that I held back from writing due to the fact that I didn't want to disappoint? A vast numbers of people fail to see the scary thing that is, writing. If you write something – and it's good, not only does it feel good, but it's also scary as hell. Seeing people expect so much from you is nice, but also frightening because the face of disappointment is enough to leave an emotional scar.. I'm am ESCTATIC that people are loving this so much! Not to mention that this hasn't even reach 1k views and it's already doing so well! But I'm just scared of disappointing you guys and leaving you with crap. But. *Takes in a deep breath, I'm going to be a big girl, and I'm gonna write this chapter. Praying to God that this doesn't suck ass, I hope my mind fulfills my hope of bringing one of the best Hetalia fanfictions I can create. That, is for damn sure. Lets quickly move on to thanking those so ya'll can get to read my amazing fic! I am grateful to all of the people who followed and faved this story as it's telling me you really do want more. I would also love to thank: TypewritingFangirl, pastaaddict, PirateIggyJones, Ella Rose1, starfire341, and all of the anons who took the time to click the box that says,"Type your review for this chapter here..." and actually typing something. You would not BELIEVE that I shed tears reading those. I really did, and I really did read each one, and will continue to read each one because each review tells me that you really did care about my story enough to comment. And that means the world to me. I want to make an audience for myself, and all of you are just the beginning steps. I keep those like you close in my heart. Thank you. And what really tickles my ivories, is when I read the comments asking me to make more. I could re-read those all day, and still have a giant smile on my face. It's the comments that are positive and constructive that keep me going, so cheers to you and cheers to any future chapters I WILL write!

England's POV

In only a matter of seconds, the room had emptied after Germany had sent out his commands. France, Canada, Prussia, Denmark, Norway, Germany, a few other countries and myself, were on the job for hunting America. His safety was priority – capturing his captor would come soon after. I sat in a chair, twiddling my thumbs, as I thought out reasonable locations as to where America was at.

"You should hurry Angleterre. Squabbling over little issues – which I'm sure you're doing, isn't going ot help the situation." France held his hands to his hips, as he was turned around staring at me. I quickly shot up, then smirked.

"Sorry, I can't hear over the sound of wine crashing to the ground."

"What? That didn't even make-" I quickly turned around,and grabbed his bottle of expensive wine that was near me, and threw it to the ground in a swift movement. "WHAT THE HELL! THAT WINE PROBABLY COST MORE THEN YOUR PERM!"

"PERM!" I yelled, taken aback by his idiotic shout. "My hair is 100% natural you warted frog!"

"I do not have warts!" He screamed back, looking up from his pile of shattered glass and wine. At this point, we were head on head, shouting insults back at one another until Germany came back into the room.

"HEY! Back off! You two dunkoffs need to prioritize what's important here! Do you seriously not remember what has just happened in what, the past 10 minutes?" Germany huffed, and let go of our chests, however, we were still glaring at one another from a close distance. "Let's go."

As we walked out of the room, we motioned through the hall and out the front doors of the hotel.

"Wait. We all came in taxis.. How is this going to work.." I pointed out, as we stared blankly at the empty drop off curb.

"Well.. I have an idea.. But.." Germany looked to his left, where the parking lot was located. There sat a single black, 2 door Volkswagen. A gust of air brushed past us, as we stared. "In my defense, I normally only pick up Italy, so buying a smaller car was more reasonable.

"Plus! It's kinda cute!" Italy cheered.

"I'll call a cab.." France sighed, pulling out his phone. "Germany, what are some cab services around here?" The German sighed and walked with France a bit away.

"As they figure that out, what should we do about America? Anyone have a suggestion on where he could be? You know, I've contemplated some ideas and-"

"Well it's probably somewhere with food. I mean, didn't the guy say he was another American? Or was it he was America.. Wait.. What did he say?" Denmark confusedly looked to us for help.

"I think he said he was America, which is equivalent to absolute bullocks if you ask me. He's probably some psychopath who figured out who we actually are, and became some fan-boy. Honestly I'm not so sure."

"Aren't you home to one of the world's greatest detectives? Shouldn't this be 'elementary' as quoted from those novels of yours," Iceland pointed out, crossing his arms.

"Yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm the greatest sleuth out there."

"Alright. The cab should be arriving fairly soon," Germany announced, walking back with France.

"That's good news." Japan silently added.

"In the mean time, let's discuss possible scenarios if in case, we can't rescue America."

My back shot up straight. "Hey! Let's not think so negatively!"

"My, my angleterre. Looking a bit uneasy are you? Are you worried about your sweet little, Amerique? Ohonhonhon.. Is there more then meets the eye between you two! Oh how scandalous!"

"Shut it, Pepe. Look," I began, looking towards Germany,"I think we should think more on the matter of what he said earlier. As I recall, didn't he talk about needing America? Am I right, or..?"

"Yes. I think you are correct." Norway noted, looking down as he reflected on the past events.

"Well if he needs him, America probably won't be harmed. Unless needing means he wants to harm him..?" Spain slowly put together.

"I think the tomato bastard is right.." Romano sheepishly noted, from behind Spain as he glared at France.

"Why are you hiding?" I asked.

"The pervert is here, and I don't trust his STD infested ass.."

"I AM NOT A PERVERT! And I do NOT have an STD!" France waved his fist around, at Romano. He peeped, and shrank back down, farther behind Spain. A small, fragment of a voice could be heard behind me. I jumped a little, then looked. "Did you hear something?" Everyone stood still, and silent as we watched the air around us. "You don't think he's.."

"Back..?" France finished.

"..No.. Guys.. It's.. just me!. Ca..na.. da! Don't shoot!"

"Oh! Canada.. You almost gave us a heart attack.." Germany re-holstered his gun, and relaxed his still stiff shoulders. A shaped figure finally settled into a vivid perspective, and stood before us hugging his weird bear.

"I just wanted to say that.. this isn't the first time this has happened.."

"What!" we all yelled in unison.

"What do you mean! Why didn't you tell us?" France yelled in alarm.

"I-I don't know.." Canada teared up. France softened his shoulders, and walked over to Canada, comforting him.

"Alright.. What happened that day?" France calmly asked, rubbing Canada's back. Everyone closely listened.

A/N: Canada's story will continue in the next chapter as if it were happening just to avoid confusion. ^3^ I hope this was good enough to make you crave more! That's my goal and I was afraid everyone would hate it.. but it sounds good and I do like how this has more dialog then the other chapters! :3 Anyway, Follow, Fave, and Review if you want more! See ya'! P.S. Sorry for making this so short. I was in a rush but the next chapter should be coming out within a week or so, and it'll be MUCH longer.