Hey everyone. These are the next few chapters in the story. I hope you enjoy this next installment of London's adventure.

Chapter Four

When we got to Germany's house it was morning. He finally put me down outside the door as he searched his pockets for his keys. I would have tried to run away, but he had kept hold of my arm. Once he got the door unlocked, he pushed me into the house.

"Why is there a bowl of potatoes on that table?" Germany blushed. He mumbled something then pushed me into a side room.

There were three people in the room already and they all stopped talking when we entered. The two men looked men looked like they were about to get into a fight while the lady seemed to be trying to stop them.

"Ah! There you are Bro!" One of the men said. He had silvery hair that was a bit of a mess. His eyes were crimson and he had a giant smile on his face. His uniform was similar in design to mine except he didn't have the sash, his belt was black, and it was a dark shade of blue, rather than green. His shirt and tie were black and he had a cross medallion that was black with a white outline.

"Huh? Who's this?" He was a lot taller than me, so he had to look down to face me.

"London, England's daughter." Germany said.

"Huh? Daughter?" the women asked surprised. She walked over and looked at me. She had dirty blondish hair and was wearing a white bonnet. Her eyes were a grass green. She wore a green dress with a white apron and a red bow around her collar. She also had a pink flower in her hair. She smiled at me. "She does look a lot like Mr. England." She said.

"But everybody knows that none of us have children." The other man said. He had messy black hair with a single curl in it. His eyes were a grey-navy blue and he had glasses. He was frowning and I noticed that he had a mole under his mouth. He was wearing a fancy blue jacket with a cravat at his neck. Underneath his jacket his pants were a brownish gray color.

"Hmm." Germany looked down at me. "No. She's definitely he's kid."

"So what are you going to do with her?" The women asked.

"Ransom her."

"Poor kid, she looks confused!" the silver-haired man said, still smiling.

"Oh right. I'm Hungary." The women said, introducing herself. "And that over there is Mr. Austria." She pointed to the man with black hair. He was still frowning. "And that's-"

"I'm Prussia!" the man with the silvery hair interrupted her.

"GGGGGG-EEEEEE-RRRRRRR-MMMMM-AAAAA-NNNNNN-YYYYYYY!" A boy who looked just a bit older than me burst into the room. He had light brown hair with a strange curl sticking out a little like Mr. Austria's. And he seemed to have some type of ability that allowed him to walk, run, and see with his eyes closed without bumping into anything. He was wearing a sort of like sailor outfit with a white shirt and pants and a blue collar. It appeared that somebody had sewn a patch on the front of his shirt that said "OO1".

"Germany! We were waiting for you, but you didn't come. So I asked Japan if he wanted some pasta, but he said I should try and find you!"

Germany sighed. "Italy, you don't leave training to make pasta. And also..." He trailed off because he had just realized that Italy wasn't paying attention to him.

Instead he was standing smiling at me. "Ciao! I'm Italy!" he introduced himself still smiling.

"Hello. I'm London." I was starting to forget that I was a prisoner. "You look familiar." He frowned a bit as if he was trying to remember.

"I look a lot like my dad, England." I told him.

"Ahhh! It's the British army! Run!" He ran away quickly pushing Germany out of the way.

"Umm...I'm sorry?" I apologized, blushing.

"Don't bother." Germany sighed, "I better go find him and drag him back to training." Germany walked towards the entrance, "Prussia, take care of her." He ordered before he disappeared.

"Ok, come on." he grabbed my sleeve and started to pull me out of the room.

"Wait!" I shouted. Everybody looked at me in surprise. "Where's my pack?" I asked, blushing once again from embarrassment.

"Uhh...right there!" Prussia pointed to my pack, which was leaning up against the wall by another table with a bowl of potatoes. (What's with the potatoes?) I thought. "Can I get something out of it?" They all looked at each other.

"Of course not." Mr. Austria stated.

"But Mr. Austria maybe it's something important." Hungary smiled at me. "What is it that you want to get?" She asked.

"My panda." I mumbled.

"Speak up. That's not a very dignified way to act." Mr. Austria scolded.

"My panda." I repeated louder. "Its head is sticking out, see?"

They all looked at my pack. "Oh!" Hungary exclaimed she walked over and pulled him out. "Here you go." She handed him to me.

"Thank you."

Prussia started to pull me out of the room again. "Bye." I called. Hungary waved at me as Austria walked over to a piano. (Huh? I didn't even see that.)

Prussia dragged me down a long hallway then pushed me into a side room. The room had a twin sized bed with blue sheets. There was a couch pushed up against the wall next to a dresser. On top of the dresser stood a bird cage that had a small yellow bird in it. This reminded me of Arthur. "Can I open the window?" I asked.

"Huh? Uh, yeah?" He answered. I ran over and opened the window. Arthur immediately flew in and landed on my shoulder.

"There you are." I told him. I had been worried that I had lost him.

"Hey, put your bird on that perch!" Prussia pointed to a bird perch that was on the other side of the dresser. As I walked over to it I saw that the dresser also had a bowl of potatoes on it. Arthur seemed happy about being able to rest on the porch and fell asleep immediately.

"Do you think Mr. Germany will let me keep him?" I asked Prussia. He shrugged his shoulders. His attitude seemed to have changed since we left everybody else.

"What's your bird's name?" I had guessed that this was his room.

"Gilbird!"

"Gilbird?" I laughed. "That's a funny name."

"No it's not! It's awesome!" His confident attitude had returned. (Did I get scolded for that before? It sounded familiar...) He walked over to the window and closed it.

"You're going to stay in here." He said. He headed towards the door. "And don't try to escape." He closed and locked the door. I sat down on the couch feeling hopeless. Jr. had been right. This had been a stupid idea.