A happy third chapter and happy birthday to me! God I feel old! My actual birthday was Wednesday but I'm celebrating it today with my family. Before I go on though, thank you for your favorite and follow Zelda-JSRF-Fan as well as a big thank you to the anonymous lazy girl for reviewing! Here's the third installment of 'DFTRM!'

Warning(s): None really this chapter except for depressed America and maybe the last sentence could count…

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia but I do own my OC's and the plotline!

Chapter 2:

"Parents shouldn't assume children are made out of sugar candy and will break and collapse instantly. Kids don't. We do."

-Maurice Sendak

It was taking all the strength Germany could muster not to strangle every nation in the general vicinity. The meeting was called off for the emergency of Japan's son being kidnapped just a few hours ago. Most of the nations had stayed behind to help search or in many of the Asian nations cases, to help calm their normally calm brother who had been either silent as the grave or cursing quite fluently in his own language (Extremely un-Japan-like). Even worse, Italy was freaking out with his white flag going on about how 'pasta' would help everything and him clinging to Germany or hiding under the table wasn't helping the situation.

So now the German nation had a bigger headache than having to deal with his brother's craziness after drinking about twenty beers. Yes twenty German beer, anything else like American or something and it would be much more. Speaking of America…

His ice blue eyes wandered over to the dusty blond, talking into his cell phone with someone from the CIA or FBI or one of his numerous government divisions. He was putting on a brave face for all the inner hell that must be breaking loose inside of him. To see the same man who kidnapped your daughter eight years ago…Gott.

"America." Germany said, making the blue eyed blond turn toward him as the German approached.

"Yeah?" His body language showed calmness but his eyes were a completely different matter; blazing with so many different emotions. Verdammt, he was no good at this consoling thing. Maybe he should check the book store for a guide on it; Italy did freak out commonly maybe it would be useful. The German sighed shaking his head slightly before looking towards the nearby door.

"Would you go find England, he went to the bathroom earlier and has not come back yet." The American nodded, ending the call curtly and beginning to walk away. "And Alfred?" The younger nation paused. "I'm…sorry."

America stood there for another moment before turning his head slightly toward Germany. "This isn't going to be like before. We'll find him." He said in a half whisper before turning back and leaving the room. It still didn't stop Germany from seeing the lone tear roll down the American's cheek.

"Pitch it Ash!" shouted a dirty brown haired boy, readying to catch a ball behind a blond boy up to bat. Ash blew a bubble with her gum, popping it, before turning and grinning at the boy who signed her a two and wave. She shook her head and he signed a three, also a no. The boy grinned, making a 'crazy' motion with his finger that she smirked and nodded at. Leaning back and over a bit, she shifted her cap before moving the ball into her right hand and standing on one leg, she let it fly.

The spinning ball flew and the blond boy swung, missing it as the brunette caught it in his glove. "Strike! You're out Tony!" said the third baseman, a skinny beanpole of a fourth grade boy.

Ash smiled as the coach called the game. Walking over to the dugout, she grabbed her backpack and shoved her glove and hat into the duffle bag. "Bye Ash! See you later Ash!" shouted her teammates as she walked back out and towards the car line.

"Later!" Her eyes scanned the parking lot, looking for the tan Buick the Johnson's owned. "Mr. Johnson's meeting must have run past again…which means I get to walk." She mumbled, putting one hand on her hip and sighing. Pulling her book bag on all the way she fitted the duffle bag over her opposite shoulder before making her way down the street.

Ash hummed cheerfully, a tune she'd once heard but not quite sure where. As she passed the playground, something dark caught her eye. Turning she glanced over the bare seesaw, swings and monkey bars to look under the jungle gyms slide where someone was crouched underneath. "Hey! Hey you okay?" she asked, crossing over the plastic mulch towards the boy. He shuffled, hiding himself farther under the mustard yellow slide. "Hey dude I'm not gonna hurt you." Ash crawled under, sitting in front of him.

He was small, a little taller than her though (And she was shorter than most fourth graders) and was Asian. He had dark hair, she'd guess black but the shadows from the playground equipment made it hard to tell. His eyes were cool, chocolate brown and pupil less, they looked emotionless but Ash could see him physically shaking a bit. "Who are you?" she asked.

He fidgeted slightly from her scrutiny but didn't say anything, only turning slightly to look out from underneath the slide, making his short ponytail wave slightly in the breeze. Ash stared at him, crossing her legs but never breaking her gaze at him. The boy fidgeted again, trying to look anywhere else but her piercing green eyes. After another moment he turned back to her suddenly and shouted, "What?!"

"Good I was worried you were mute."

…

For a person that held himself calmly, he sure could lose his temper. A rush of Japanese words came from him, yelling at her as she just sat there with a smile on her face. After another minute of him shouting at her in the other language, he finally stopped to breath. "You chill now?" He slowly nodded and sighed. "Coolio. I'm Ash. Short for Ashley which was not my choice fyi."

"I am Honda Kaito." He said, nodding his head respectfully at her.

"Honda like-"

"Not the car." Kaito gave her a dark glare that she bit the inside of her cheek not to laugh.

"Okay Honda, now what are you doing here? And I don't mean the 'Why are we all here on this planet' question?" He shifted his eyes again, making her cock her head at him.

"…I am not sure you will believe me." Ash snorted, eyes flickering to Tink who was eying the boy cautiously after the outburst.

"Oh trust me I'll believe just about anything…" Kaito was silent again and Ash let him be, focusing herself into digging through her book bag for her snack bag. "Candy?" she asked, offering the bag out to him. He raised an eyebrow but took a Twizzler from the bag, peeling the rapper off and taking a small bite.

"So…why are you here?" he asked, taking another bite of the red treat.

"Why I'm here? At this moment the hands of fate have not bestowed upon me the answer to that supreme question." Kaito smiled as Ash grinned before she popped a caramel candy into her mouth.

"Okay I understand, but truly?" She shrugged, taking the ponytail her hair had been in out and leaving the crazy side one in.

"Just walking home from practice, saw you and decided to pull a Nancy Drew and investigate."

"Practice?" He asked, finishing the Twizzler and taking another from the bag.

"Yep, baseball. So, what's up with the clothes?"

"Clothes?" Ash motioned to him and Kaito glanced down at his wardrobe. It was a fancy looking white shirt smudged with dirt and grass stains, sleek-looking black dress pants and muddy black shoes. "What is wrong with them? Besides the dirt stains I mean?"

"Nothing but not exactly playground material." He grew quiet again, looking around the slide once more as he took a bite of the Twizzler.

"Oh dear God. Don't tell me he's a runaway."She thought, flinching at her own recollections of trying to leave 'the system'.

"Do you have a phone at your house?" he suddenly asked, turning back to her.

"Well yeah."

"May I use it please?" Ash shrugged.

"Sure I don't think the Johnson's will mind." Kaito nodded, eating the rest of the Twizzler before crawling out from under the slide. She followed suit, stuffing the snack bag back into her book bag as she stood up.

"So Honda-"

"You do know that is my last name, correct?" he interrupted, raising a dark eyebrow at her. In the dimming sunlight she could now see that his hair was as black as ink, darker than a moonless winter night. Ash waved him off.

"Yeah, yeah you're Japanese, you say your first name last and last name first. I read manga and watch anime you know." Kaito looked a little surprised but slowly nodded his head.

"Alright, I just did not want you to be confused."

"Wouldn't be anything new but I got a deal for ya."

"A…deal?"

"Yeah. I let you use our phone if you tell me why when we get there, savvy?" Kaito paused for a moment, contemplating it as he stared at her.

"I agree to your terms."

"Great! Now we get ten minutes to make up a feasible lie to tell the Johnson's!"

Under any other circumstances, Kaito would never even have looked at a person like Ash, except maybe to stare at her wild hairstyle. Of course this was not a normal circumstance and Ash definitely was not a normal girl. All the way to her house she had been talking about random things, as if they were two friends hanging out.

"And here we are! Not that bad is it!" A simple, two story white house with curtains moving in the windows and a white picket fence surrounded a well kept yard was in front of them. A separate garage was off to the side with a tan colored car parked in the driveway. "Mr. Johnson he's like completely anal about the yard. The rose buses in the back are his pride and joy!" Ash continued, opening the gate to let herself and Kaito in.

"Why do you call them Mr. and Mrs.?" He asked, stepping onto the brick path up to the house.

"Oh sorry, forgot to mention I'm a foster brat. They're not my real parents so that's why I call them by their last name." Kaito paused looking at her with curious eyes. She didn't look like a foster child, she looked happy. He'd always imagined them a bit like that one movie…Annie was it? Wasn't she an orphan though and sang? He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts since real life was obviously not like the movies and anime he watched.

"Ah…" What does Otousan say? Sense the mood and refrain from speaking, yes that was it. Ash wasn't even paying attention though as she reached under a loose stone by the door and pulled out a silver key.

As she put it in the doorknob, her face suddenly contorted into a slightly startled and cautious look. Without turning the key she turned the knob and opened the door. "That's weird…they always keep it locked…"

"Perhaps they forgot…?" he asked, stepping up beside her to look into the dark house.

"Their car's here but no lights are on…" Ash walked into the house cautiously as if afraid a bomb would go off if she stepped to hard on the oak wood floor. "I'll check upstairs, you can wait here or in the kitchen if you'd like." She motioned to the area to her left where a kitchenette area was as she dropped her duffle and book bag off by the door.

"If you are sure…" Kaito did not like the look in her eyes, as if she subconsciously knew something had taken place but not quite sure what. He stepped inside, watching Ash disappear up the stairs before walking into the comfortable looking kitchen.

Chicken breasts were laid out on the counter, still in packets but no longer cool like they had just been taken out of the fridge. Other ingredients like seasonings and such were spread around and dishes were stacked up drying in a rack by the sink. It was as if someone had been in the middle of something and…

"Do not go there Honda Kaito." He berated himself, shaking his head firmly. His nerves were, as Americans put it, on a fritz thanks to being kidnapped and whatever odd situation was happening apparently the Johnson's residence was not helping them. Kaito's mind wandered off to what happened when he had woken up in the backseat of an unknown car earlier that day. He'd been left alone and the doors locked but with the use of a baseball bat (Who honestly leaves a baseball bat in the backseat where a kidnapped child was?) had broken the window open and gotten away.

Kaito shivered. Now though the creepy scar-faced man was after him and he had no idea how to get back to NYC where the nations annual meeting was taking place. Actually now that he thought of it, he didn't even know exactly where he was. Suddenly his eyes caught sight of a nearby wireless phone sitting propped up in its stand.

Racing over he yanked it off and began to punch in the numbers for his Otousan's cell phone. After pressing call he waited to hear the rings of the call and hopefully the voice of the personification of Japan (He'd even like to hear Uncle South Korea's voice at the moment) when it suddenly hit him; there was no rings or noise, not even a dial tone in the background. He pulled the phone away from his ear, checking to see if it was low on battery or something.

That's when three things occurred: A sound of a gunshot, Ash's scream and hell breaking loose.

And that's a wrap for this chapter! Just a warning, starting next chapter this story will be rated T, the situations Kai and Ash are going to get themselves into starting in the next chapter are definitely not for little kids minds; way to much bad language as well as hints of other T rated things. Remember, reviews are the best things a writer can get and I would love more feedback on this story! Check ya later!