I'm very very sorry about the lateness of this chapter! I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this one, and so it just got finished. It might be bad, though, so I apologize in advance if it is. Anywho, thanks for the reviews! Keep 'em coming! :D

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About ten minutes after the trio had come back, they realized something very, very important: They weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

Most of the other countries had already left, leaving only the ones who were to travel to the world of Redwall with Mossflower and company. The nations that were left had long since abandoned any and all hope of getting any work done at all, due to the fact that the tables were still being used for 'table tennis'. The game was in full swing, although without Sealand and Canada. Sealand had been dubbed "not awesome enough" to play on Prussia's team, and Canada had long since been forgotten yet again, the poor guy.

Mossflower had an attention span that was about as existent as a strawberry tree, and sitting still whilst paying attention to preparations was certainly not on his list of fun things to do. Ever. So when Italy suddenly bounded up to him with another person that looked similar to him, he was very grateful to have something interesting to do.

"Hey Mossflower! This is my big brother Romano! Isn't he shizzy?" Italy grinned at Mossflower as he looked over Romano.

"Nice ta meetcha, Romano! I'm Mossflower!" He grinned as Italy began to explain.

"I'm the north of the country, and he's the southern part! Right, now say hi to my friend!"

"Oh great, not another damn idiota that I'm gonna have to deal with on a regular basis!" Romano scowled at Mossflower.

"Heeeeeyyy, you should be nicer to new countries, Romano, otherwise they won't want to come back to the meetings!" Italy told his brother, who then countered him.

"Who would want to go to these stupid meetings anyway? Nothing ever gets done here anyway. Why do you think I don't go unless you drag me here?"

Mossflower slowly backed away. He didn't like arguments; they tended to end with him having to pick a side, which he didn't feel like doing at this given moment. Plus, he figured that Red and Sal could plan with Germany and England without his help. It wasn't like he was much help, anyway. Not unless it involved fighting or fun stuff, which planning was not.

After his strange introduction to Romano, Mossflower wandered around the conference room to shed his boredom. There weren't many countries left, so it felt kind of… empty, really. "There's not much to do in here…" he murmured as he came upon Sealand.

"Hi there! Aren't you Sealand?" Mossflower asked just for the sake of asking. Sealand was sitting against one of the walls, seemingly engrossed in the tennis game going on.

"Hmm? Oh, hi there. Yeah, I'm Sealand." Sealand didn't seem that interested in having a conversation at the moment.

Mossflower went back over to the preparations group, looking dejected. "Redddddddd," he whined as he poked Redwall repeatedly, "I'm boooooorrreeeddd. There's nothing for me to do here and I'm getting hungry."

"Is he always like this?" Germany asked as Redwall dealt with Mossflower, not wanting to have to deal with another guy like Italy.

"No," Sal replied, "Only if he gets really bored. His attention span is practically non-existent, wot."

Germany sighed. "Great. Another one just like Italy."

Sal grinned. "Can Italy fight?"

Germany shook his head. "All he does is shout, "I surrender! I surrender!" and waves a white flag. It's kind of annoying, actually."

"What? Really?" Sal blinked in shock. He thought that all of the human's countries would be able to fight even just a teensy bit, but not being able to fight… This was just too much. Was going to this world for assistance really the right thing to do?

Germany nodded. "He can be pretty useless at times."

Salamandastron nodded. "Well, Mossflower is a bit ditsy sometimes, but I would hate to have to fight against him, especially if the Bloodwrath takes over."

"Bloodwrath?" Germany inquired quizzically. This didn't sound promising…

"Aye, the Bloodwrath. It's a horrid condition that causes ya ta go berserk and start slaying everyone in your path and ignoring any wounds you receive. Usually only badgers get it, but other animals can get it too. I've gotten it before, wot." Salamandastron shuddered at the memory.

Germany frowned. This could pose a problem to the attack plan if those two went berserk…


Redwall wanted to throttle Mossflower.

He'd been going on for quite some time now about how bored he was. Redwall had taken it at first, but now it was just getting annoying. It would have been easier to handle if she hadn't been trying to draw a map of Redwall and Mossflower country for England from memory.

So she let him have it.

"Mossflower, would you please find someone else to bother? I am very, very busy at the moment trying to draw a map for Mr. England and I would like some peace and quiet," Redwall said to him harshly. Mossflower's face resumed its dejected look, while England snorted.

"Aww, but-"Mossflower's retort was cut short by a look from Redwall.

"Don't worry, chap, we'll be leaving for your home soon," England reassured him.

Mossflower nodded reluctantly and went back over to where Sealand was sitting. "I'm bored," he stated to the micronation.

"Are you and that red-haired girl dating or something?" Sealand asked him out of the blue.

"Huh?" It took a moment for the question to sink in. "No, of course not. She's kinda my little sister, and it'd be gross to date your sister."

Sealand just stared at him skeptically. "Riiight…"


"Ta-daa! I finished the map!" Redwall exclaimed as she finished her map of Mossflower and the surrounding areas.

"Finally…" muttered Salamandastron, eager to leave and go back.

England smiled. "Good! The preparations are complete, then?"

Redwall glanced at Salamandastron, who nodded. She then nodded to England.

"Splendid! Attention, everyone!" England shouted. Everyone stopped what they were doing, even America and Prussia, who were still in the middle of their game. "We are finished with preparations! We can now head to the world of Redwall!"

Silence. With the exception of Mossflower, who looked positively ecstatic and started cheering.

"Somebody looks happy to go home, da?"chuckled Russia creepily.

"How exactly are we going to, like, get there? Because I am so totally not running around half of, like, London to get to this place." Poland stated.

Mossflower grinned. "Red, Sal, an' I all shout a different word and we get sucked up through the ceiling. True story."

Several gasps could be heard at this nonsensical statement. "We get sucked up through the ceiling?" cried Prussia. "That is so awesome! But still not as awesome as I am."

"So!" interrupted Redwall. "If you would, Mr. America and Mr. Prussia, please get off of the table and join us over here. Everyone else, if you would do the same, that would be greatly appreciated."

Surprisingly, the nations followed her instructions without too much complaining. They soon got into position, with Redwall, Salamandastron, and Mossflower on the outside edge of the formation.

"Ready?" shouted Salamandastron.

The other two nodded.

Redwall started. "Redwalllll!"

Mossflower joined in. "Mossflowwwerrr!"

Salamandastron's voice rang out, "Eulaliaaaaaaaa!"

Italy decided he wanted to yell something too. "Pastaaaaaaa!"

Suddenly a giant wormhole appeared on the ceiling and sucked everyone up. There was an eerie silence, as though the nations had taken all of the sound with them.


"I'm sick an' tired of all his huntin' fer food, Anirn! Why can't we jest go back to the camp and say we couldn't find anyfink cause it was rainin'?" Bwaark the weasel complained to his mate Anirn, who was also a weasel, rain pouring down upon them as they plunged blindly through Mossflower Woods.

"Shut yer trap!" Anirn hissed. "Can't yew quit complainin' fer jest two minutes? If we don't come back with somethin', then-" A loud noise cut his hushed berating off.

"Did yew 'ear that?" Bwaark said quickly.

Anirn nodded, slightly subdued and wholly freaked out. "It came from that direction. M-maybe it's a huge woodpigeon flock."

Bwaark grinned at the prospect of having a whole roasted woodpigeon all to himself. He rushed towards the noise with Anirn in tow, scared out of his wits.

What they saw, however, was not a woodpigeon. Nor was it anything they would have wanted to eat.

"Woodlanders?" they cried in unison, astonished at what they had found. An invading force of woodlanders, at least a score of them! Hares, shrews, a badger at least, mice, otters, and more! This would not bode well with Lady Fauve… even though those woodlanders were out cold…