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A/N: Hey, everyone!

Well, we went to see Man of Steel today. It was so boring! We ended up leaving halfway through, we couldn't do it. So we just wanted to warn you before you decided whether or not you wanted to watch it!

Oh, and this is a response to a review we got. If we stopped a story, it was because we didn't like it. We will never simply repost the previous story. We will rewrite it to make it better.

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Elska

Spain awoke to an empty room. The hot Turkish sun was filtering through closed curtains. The Hispanic nation could feel the heat of the day already setting in. The blankets slid of Spain when he sat up and looked around the room.

"Hermano mayor?" he called nervously. Had it all been just a dream?

A soft voice filtered through the house along with strange scents. They reminded Spain of when his brother had been raising him during the Moor's control. Slipping from the bed, Spain followed the smell to the kitchen. He paused in the doorway. Portugal stood before the stove. Her long hair had been pulled back into a ponytail.

"As coisas vulgares que há na vida não deixam saudades, (The common things in life aren't missed,)" Portugal sang in a musical voice. Spain leaned against the doorpost, watching his sister with happy eyes.

"Só as lembranças que doem, ou fazem sorrir. (Only the memoires that make us hurt, or those which make us smile.)" The female nation's voice had changed from a constantly yelling, rough one to a soft voice that warmed the kitchen. Spain's smile faltered as the song brought back memories of an easier and happier life.

"Há gente que fica na história, na historia da gente. (There are people who stay in our story, in our (life) story.)" Suddenly, Portugal felt warm arms warps around her waist. A chin rested on her shoulder.

"Buenos días, hermana mayor," Spain said.

Portugal turned to place a kiss on her brother's forehead. "Bom dia, irmão pequeno, (Good morning, little brother,)" she said.

"What are you making?" Spain didn't move from his spot behind his sister. He kept his arms around her waist, hoping they could stay that way for a little longer. He missed his sibling being this nice.

Frittatas," Portugal said. "Lembro-me o quanto você usou para amá-los. (I remember how much you used to love them.)"

"¿Quién dice que ya no lo hago? (Who says I don't anymore?)" Spain laughed. He released his sister to smell the food. "¡Delicioso!"

There was a groan as a young woman walked into the room, rubbing her eyes. "Who's cooking?" she asked tiredly.

Spain turned around in surprise. "Hola, chica," he said. "¿Cómo estás? (How are you?)"

The young woman sent Spain a strange look before turning to Portugal. "What are you cooking?" she asked curiously, peeking into the frying pan at the Spanish dish.

"Frittatas, você coala, (you koala,)" Portugal said. She turned back to the stove.

"Who are you?" Spain asked bluntly. "I've never seen a girl as pretty as you before."

"Bastardo!" Portugal used the spatula to whack Spain on the back of the head.

Spain just laughed at his sister. "But really, who are you?"

"You don't know me?" The young woman blinked her sleepy green eyes. Her brown hair lightly curled as it cascaded down her shoulders.

"Nope!" Spain gave the two women a smile that could have blinded Romano.

"Seu idiota," Portugal muttered. "Ela é um coala. (She is a koala.)"

"No, no lo es, (No she's not,)" Spain said stupidly. "Ella es una nación. (She is a nation.)"

Portugal hit her brother with the spatula again. "Shut, Puppy!"

"You're mean!" Spain whined, covering his head.

"You stupid!" Portugal snapped back.

"And you're mean!" Spain repeated. He seized the spatula from Portugal and tapped her hand with it.

Portugal was silent for a moment before she launched herself at Spain and pinned him to the floor. She held his wrist in one hand while tugging on his ear with the other.

"Stupid Puppy!"

"Ouch! Stop that!" Spain wriggled under Portugal. "I'm not a child anymore!"

"Um . . ." the girl said awkwardly. "The frittatas are burning." Portugal and Spain stared at her in silence for a moment before Portugal leapt to her feet.

"Ay ñao!" She rushed to stove and managed to get the food onto a plate before it burned too badly.

Spain sat up, massaging his ear. "Who are you, chica?" he asked.

The young woman turned to him with sleepy eyes. "I am Greece."

Spain's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow! I didn't think you'd be so hot!"

"Ei!" The spatula, once again, came in contact with the back of Spain's head.

"¡Ay! (Ouch!)" Spain rubbed the back of his head. "Stop doing that."

"Não chame as pessoas quente! (Don't call people hot!)" Portugal shot back.

"Why not? It's the truth," Spain whined. "Even South wasn't that hot."

"Sul? (South?)" Portugal repeated curiously. "Eu nunca ouvi falar de nenhum Sul. (I have never heard of any South.)"

"Ay, you wouldn't know." Spain stood, brushing himself off. "South was actually the Confederate States of America. She was . . . Prussia's wife." His face fell at the mention of his best friend.

"Ah." Portugal pulled her brother in for a hug. "As coisas vulgares que há na vida não deixam saudades. Só as lembranças que doem, ou fazem sorrir. (The common things in life aren't missed. Only the memories that make us hurt, or those which make us smile.)"

Spain returned the hug. "Gracias."

"De nada." Portugal teasingly bumped Spain to the side with her hip as she took the food to the table. Greece watched the siblings interact silently. They were weird. One moment Portugal was beating her brother for something he did, and the next she was laughing with him. Spain just seemed to go along with whatever was happening.

Spain plopped into a chair at the table. His wide smile had returned and he laughed when Portugal made a joke. Turning, he motioned for Greece to sit beside him. Greece sat down slowly. She looked up from her plate to Spain before speaking.

"Thank you," she said. "I guess."

"For what?" Spain asked stupidly.

"For calling me hot," Greece said bluntly. There was a smack as Portugal's palm connected with her forehead.

"It's the truth!" Spain said before digging into his food. "Mm. Delicioso."

"Lembra-me de casa, (Reminds me of home,)" Portugal murmured.

"Sí," Spain sighed contentedly. "Do you remember when were little and we decided to catch the neighbor's dog?"

"Sim." Portugal looked at her brother like he was an idiot. "Você praticamente se arrastou até Marrocos para ficar longe dele. (You practically crawled up Morocco to get away from it.)"

"I just wanted to pull its tail." Spain smiled at the memory.

"E Marrocos teve que afastá-lo, (And Morocco had to chase it away,)" Portugal continued. "Você teve sorte que os outros não estavam lá. (You were lucky the others weren't there.)" Spain just laughed.

"What are you two talking about?" Greece asked curiously. "Don't' forget, I don't speak Portuguese."

"Ay caramba! I forgot," Spain laughed again. "We were raised by Morocco and her siblings. When we were very little I tried to catch the neighbor's dog so I could pull its tail. But the dog got mad at me and chased me to Morocco."

"You knew Morocco?" Greece asked, surprised. "How old is she?"

Spain shrugged. "Portugal smacked me when I asked Morocco," he said. "I think you should ask America."

"Mais de mil anos, de idade, (Over a thousand years old,)" Portugal offered.

"Ay! That's old!"

For the fourth time that morning, Spain was smacked by the spatula.

O.o o.O

Saxony fell forward with an 'oh!' when she tripped over a root. Her older cousin was close behind her.

"Are you alright, Sax?" New York called. His cane swayed delicately over the ground. He seemed to be ignoring some of the stares he received from passersby.

"Herunterfallen, (Fall down,)" Saxony muttered as she stood again.

"Here, take my hand." New York paused and held out his free hand. "That way I won't fall either." Saxony hesitated before she took the large hand. It dwarfed her own. She unknowingly led her cousin to the graveyard. New York made his way to the very back of the cemetery. He stopped before a great stone eagle.

"What does it look like?" he asked solemnly.

"Vati," Saxony said as she craned her head back to see the eagle better. She almost fell over in the process. New York reached out to run his hand over the eagle's head. He stopped when he reached the beak and realized what it was.

"Wächter, (Guardian,)" he said.

"Vati?" Saxony looked up into her tall cousin's face. He had to be at least six feet tall.

"Ja." New York nodded. He let his hand drop to his side. "Your Vati is being protected by an eagle. No evil spirits will get him."

Saxony looked up at the eagle again, studying it before turning away. "Dumme vogel. (Dumb bird.)"

New York frowned at the words. "Why do you say that?"

"Er hat Vati, (He has Dad,)" Saxony pouted.

"He is protecting your Vati." New York patted the air for Saxony's head before finding it and giving her a few pats.

"Aber warum? (But why?)" Saxony whined.

"So bad things won't get him." New York took his cousin's hand. "Why don't we come back tomorrow with flowers for the grave?"

"Morgen? (Tomorrow?) Saxony blinked up at New York in surprise.

"Ja. We'll stay as long as you like." New York began to make his way back up the path. "Maybe we can have a picnic at his grave this week. They do that in France."

Saxony glanced back at the bird as they left, stretching out a hand. "Auf Wiedersehen, Vati. (Goodbye, Dad.)"

O.o o.O

Iceland watched as Korea was once more shoved away from one of his brothers. China had been excited to have the young Nordic nation back as a guest. Granted, quite a few weeks ended with a bath the Asian nation was more than happy to give Iceland. Though, they normally occurred after a game of chase the fox-nation around the house.

"Japan, I want lasagna for dinner, da-ze," Korea whined. He tried wrapping his arms around Japan again but was shoved away. The older nation had to wonder why his brother was asking for such a strange food.

"No, I am making rice and hákarl for dinner," Japan said mater-of-factly. Hong Kong watched his siblings form the table with bored eyes.

"What is hákarl?" Hong Kong asked curiously.

"Fermented shark," Iceland said in a bored tone as he returned to reading his book.

"It sounds so weird, da-ze!" Korea tackled Iceland in a bear hug.

"Korea-kun, be nice to Iceland-san," Japan scolded his younger brother. Hong Kong had turned a delicate shade of green.

"You eat rotten shark?" The young nation gagged at the though.

"Ah," Korea whined. "That sounds gross, da-ze!"

"It's not rotten!" Iceland glared at Korea as he tried to free himself from the Asian nation's grasp.

"Iceland, fermented means rotten," Hong Kong pointed out. Korea just tightened his grip. Japan rolled his eyes and moved into the kitchen to begin making dinner.

"Not it doesn't!" Iceland finally managed to free himself from Korea. "It just means that the shark is buried in sand for a long time and then hung up to dry!"

"It means rotten," Hong Kong said bluntly. Korea cuddled with Iceland.

"Would you get off me?" Iceland began to struggle against Korea once more. "Hákarl is not rotten!"

"No, da-ze!" Korea said as Hong Kong stood. The nation left the room and returned moments later with an English dictionary. Iceland watched his friend with a questioning look.

"I stand corrected," Hong Kong said after a moment. "Fermenting means you add bacteria to it."

Iceland was silent for a moment. Then his forehead connected with the floor with a loud thump. "It's not rotten or infected with bacteria!"

"Ew! I am not eating that, da-ze," Korea whined. He finally released Iceland from his cuddling as Hong Kong dropped the dictionary onto the table.

"I still say it's rotten," Hong Kong said. "I am not trying that."

Iceland stood silently and left for the kitchen, returning moments later with something white in his hand.

"Here, Japan wants you to try the tofu and tell him whether or not it's fresh," he said. He held out a piece to each nation. Hong Kong and Korea shared a look of suspicion. "Come on." Iceland rolled his eyes. His ears flicked in irritation. "Have I ever been one to play a prank before?"

Each Asian nation dubiously took a cub. They both popped it into their mouth. Korea instantly made a disgusted face and spat the food back out.

"Gross! Bleagh! Bleagh, da-ze!" He wiped at his tongue with a napkin.

Hong Kong calmly stood and spat the food into a nearby potted plant. Turning back around, he slapped Iceland across the face.

"Ow!" Iceland rubbed his red cheek. "What was that for?"

"I warned you last time," Hong Kong said. "If you ever did something like that again, I would slap you." The last time Iceland had played a prank, he and Denmark had taken Hong Kong up to the hot springs. The whole fiasco had ended with Hong Kong falling into a hot spring. Needless to say, the Asian nation was not happy.

"Já, já," Iceland mumbled as he popped a piece of hákarl into his mouth.

"That is disgusting." Hong Kong made a face at his friend.

"Don't eat it!" Korea freaked out. He knocked the hákarl out of Iceland's hands. "It will give you food poisoning, da-ze!" Iceland blinked in surprise, slowly chewing on the piece in his mouth.

"No, bad fox! Spit it out!" Korea seized Iceland's jaw and pressed down hard to force the nation's mouth open. "Spit it out, da-ze!" Iceland made muffled noises as he struggled with Korea. He managed to keep his mouth closed as he slowly began to make obscene gestures.

Korea plugged Iceland's nose and wacked him on the back of the head. "Spit it out, da-ze!" Hong Kong just watched the scene with amusement.

Iceland finally yanked himself free of Korea's grasp, swallowing heavily and wheezing for breath. "What the hell was that for?" He glared at the other nation.

"Get seawater, da-ze!" Korea began running around the room. Japan finally wandered in. He stared at the scene before him in shock.

"What is going on here, Hong Kong-kun?" he asked in disbelief.

"Iceland ate some rotten shark and Korea was trying to get him to spit it out," Hong Kong explained. "Now he's going to make Iceland throw up."

"Correction." Iceland help up a finger. "Eating rotten shark." He chewed on the piece in his mouth.

Hong Kong strode right up to Iceland and jabbed him in the solar plexus. "We told you not to eat that," he said. "You'll get food poisoning."

Iceland rubbed his belly as he glared at his friend. "I will not!" He popped another piece in his mouth.

Hong Kong poked Iceland in the stomach again. "You really shouldn't eat that." Korea had started shouting something about the toilet. No one was listening to him.

"I really wish you'd stop that." Iceland scowled as he ate another piece.

"Why?" Hong Kong poked Iceland once more. Iceland suddenly turned a delicate shade of green. He bent over and regurgitated the hákarl on Hong Kong's shoes. Hong Kong stiffened with a look of disgust on his face.

"Iceland-san, are you alright?" Japan hurried to Iceland's side. Koreas suddenly, for some odd reason, talking about swirlies.

"I told him to stop," Iceland mumbled.

"I am about to slap you again," Hong Kong muttered. He carefully slipped out of his shoes and stepped back. "Teacher is not going to be happy.

Korea raced to the front door and ripped it open, intent on doing who knew what. The Asian nation collided with a very solid chest.

"Ouch, da-ze!" He looked up and his eyes widened in surprise.

Japan straightened up. "Hello, Turkey-san," he said.

"Merhaba, Japan," Turkey greeted. He was dressed in a deep red jacket and pants.

"I did not know you were coming over," Japan said. Korea poked Turkey in the side.

Turkey shoved Korea aside with a hand in his face. "I just came fer a visit."

"Oh." Japan bowed. "You are welcome." Korea shoved Turkey's hand off his face. He jabbed the nation in the stomach for revenge.

Turkey casually grabbed the back of Korea's hanbok and lifted him up. "I'm welcome fer what?" he asked Japan.

"Um . . . you are welcome to stay," Japan said slowly. Korea blinked before swinging out at Turkey, trying to punch him.

"Put me down, da-ze!" Korea shouted angrily. Hong Kong cocked his head curiously. He'd been in enough situations to begin recognizing the signs.

Turkey finally looked at Korea. "Ya act like Greece when he was a brat."

"Hey, I am not a brat, da-ze," Korea whined.

"Please put Korea-kun down," Japan said, holding his hands up in a peaceful gesture. Turkey glanced at Japan before placing Korea back down on the ground. Korea fixed his hanbok, glaring at Turkey. He stuck his tongue out at him before darting behind Japan.

"Will you be staying for dinner?" Japan asked politely. Hong Kong looked Turkey up and down, wondering if he was right.

Iceland stumbled over to the couch and plopped down on it, mumbling something about 'damned Asian nation ruining his life'. Turkey glanced over at the small nation.

"What's wrong with him?" Turkey jerked a thumb in Iceland's direction.

"Hong Kong made him throw up, da-ze," Korea said from behind Japan.

Turkey glared at said nation. "What did ya do that fer?" he demanded.

"He was eating rotten shark," Hong Kong said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's not like I killed him."

"It's not rotten shark!" Iceland snapped from where he lay.

"Rotten shark?" Turkey looked at Japan curiously.

"Hákarl," Hong Kong said, rolling his eyes.

"Would you like to try some, Turkey-san?" Japan asked politely.

"I don't have time," Turkey said. He glanced around the room from behind his mask.

Hong Kong tensed, his eyes narrowing. He was sick and tired of being dragged into these things. He slowly began to inch his way to the back door.

"What do you mean?" Japan asked, confused. Korea poked his head out from behind his older brother.

"I have places ta be," Turkey said absentmindedly. "Shouldn't ya be checkin' on the food, Japan?"

"Hai! Thank you for reminding me!" Japan hurried into the kitchen with Korea hot on his heels. Hong Kong waited a few seconds before following him.

"Japan, he shouldn't stay," Hong Kong whispered.

"Why do you say that, Hong Kong-kun?" Japan turned the rice cooker off and began to dish it out. Korea dished the hákarl out onto separate plates.

"He is trouble, I can tell," Hong Kong said urgently.

"You are being ridiculous, Hong Kong-kun." Japan passed a bowl of rice to Hong Kong. "Take that to Iceland-san. It will help his belly." Hong Kong made a face but turned and returned to the den with the bowl of rice.

"Iceland. Food." Hong Kong poked his friend in the back of the head. The Nordic nation's head lolled to the side. His eyes were closed and he breathed deeply. His breath carried a strange, floral scent.

"Iceland!" The bowl of rice fell to the floor and Hong Kong shook his friend. "Wake up!"

An arm suddenly wrapped around Hong Kong's neck, nearly crushing his windpipe.

"Gah!" Hong Kong struggled wildly. He tired hitting any pressure point he could reach, eventually settling for jabbing the solar plexus with his elbow. Turkey only grunted quietly and slammed his fist into the back of Hong Kong's head. Hong Kong cried out and collapsed, panting and wincing. Turkey let Hong Kong drop to the ground. He took up position behind the wall.

"Japan!" Hong Kong watched the taller nation weakly. His head pounded and it was hard to focus.

"Turkey-san?" Japan wandered out of the kitchen with a plate of hákarl in his hands. He froze at the sight of Hong Kong and Iceland. "Hong Kong-kun!"

Suddenly, Turkey was behind Japan. His arm compressed the smaller nation's windpipe. Japan remained calm as he twisted himself of Turkey's grasp. He danced back away from the nation.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I don't know." Turkey straightened up slowly as he looked Japan up and down. "What does it look like I'm doin'?"

"What did you do to Hong Kong-kun and Iceland-san?" Japan's eyes flickered to his brother and friend.

"They're just takin' their naps is all," Turkey offered as he stepped forward. Japan took another step back and found himself in a corner. Slowly, Turkey's hands drifted up on either side of Japan. It could have been a teasing gesture, if the larger nation hadn't suddenly seized Japan's wrists.

"Gah!" Japan struggled against the larger nation. "Korea-kun, run!"

"Korea!" Turkey bellowed. His voice resembled that of an angry god.

"W-What, da-ze?" Korea's shaking voice drifted out of the kitchen. Hong Kong managed to prop himself up on his elbows, wincing in pain.

"Come in here!" Turkey demanded. A trembling Korea slowly walked into the room. His eyes flitted nervously between the nations. "Sit down." Turkey gestured to the armchair with his head. "Keep yer hands where I can see them." Korea hesitated before slowly sinking into the chair. He had to push the long sleeves of hanbok up to make his hands visible as he placed them on his knees.

Hong Kong slowly but steadily began to drag himself toward the kitchen. He inched his way along the carpet.

Turkey spun Japan around and pinned him to the wall. He tightly bound the nation's wrists with silk. Japan winced and growled uncharacteristically through his gritted teeth. Korea watched his brother, trembling in fear. Turkey finished Japan and shoved him to the ground. His eyes scanned the room, pausing on a spot before he stormed out of the room with long strides.

"Hong Kong!"

Hong Kong flinched as he dragged himself up by the counter. The blow to the head had made it hard to concentrate on anything and his whole body was shaking. But he needed to make it to the door or the phone and call for help. His fingers wrapped around the cordless phone and slowly began to dial numbers. A hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere, crushing the phone in Hong Kong's grip.

"Are ya goin' somewhere?" Turkey asked darkly.

"Let me go!" Hong Kong cried out and tried to free himself from Turkey's grip. Turkey ignored Hong Kong as he threw him to the floor and quickly bound his wrists with silk.

"No" Hong Kong kicked out behind himself and twisted at the silk. "No! You're not taking me!"

Turkey seized handfuls of Hong Kong's hair and dragged him back into the den, ignoring the smaller nation's screams of pain. Korea's eyes widened at the sight of Hong Kong crying in pain and fear. He looked ready to bolt for the door.

"Korea," Turkey barked. He shoved Hong Kong down next to Japan. The older nation tried to comfort his younger brother. Korea jumped in fear, his trembling increasing under Turkey's glare.

"Turn around," Turkey ordered. "Hold yer hands behind yer back." Korea stood and did as he was told. Tears trickled down his cheeks. He felt the sleeves of his hanbok shoved up to his elbows. His wrists were bound with smooth silk and the sleeves were released. They fell back, concealing the bound wrists. Turkey then shoved Korea back into the chair.

"Ya know," Turkey said, turning back to Japan and Hong Kong. "Ya two really annoyed me today."

Japan glared at Turkey. "We are friends, Turkey-san," he said. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why not?" Turkey knelt before Japan, reaching into his coat pocket.

"Because it is wrong." Japan watched Turkey carefully. The larger nation only grunted as he withdrew a syringe. Japan's eyes widened and he struggled to move away from Turkey.

"What? Ya don't like me?" Turkey leaned forward and seized Japan by the hair, tiling his head back. With the neck bared, the nation placed the needle to the base of it.

Japan stiffened at the sensation. "B-But . . . what about the sailors?"

Turkey froze. "What about the sailors?"

"This is not the hospitality I showed them," Japan said, swallowing hard.

"I paid ya back fer that years ago," Turkey muttered. He jabbed Japan and injected him with the serum. Japan flinched and jerked free of Turkey's grip. Turkey ignored the smaller nation and allowed him to fall over as he moved onto Hong Kong, withdrawing another syringe. Hong Kong curled in on himself and tried to protect his neck.

"I don't need the front," Turkey grunted as he stabbed Hong Kong in the back of the neck. The younger nation yelped before struggling wildly to escape the sudden pain. Turkey stood, slinging Japan over his shoulder and picking Hong Kong up under his other arm. He left the house and returned shortly to gather Iceland into his arms. He glanced over at Korea.

"Korea!"

"Y-Yes, da-ze?" Korea trembled in fear.

"Come on," Turkey ordered. "We're goin' home."

Korea stood slowly and followed Turkey out of the house.

O.o o.O

Australia leaned against the door he had finally managed to lock. The Oceanic nation had almost fallen off the porch when he'd found the front door. There had been no road or ground to step on. Only air. Who built their house into a freaking cliff?

"Did you really try to leave the house?" England stood behind Australia, his arms crossed.

"Gah!" Australia fell forward in surprise. "How the hell did you do that, Mum?"

"Don't call me 'Mum'," England snapped. "I know this house like the back of my hand.

"You still didn't need to sneak up on me," Australia muttered as he stood.

"I didn't. You're just thick-headed." England moved and unlocked the door behind Australia. "Don't lock the door. Northern Ireland won't be able to get back in."

"Who bloody cares if the ankle-biter can't get back in?" Australia plopped down on one of the couches.

"We do, because then we have to listen to him grip about how he had to stay outside all night," England said. "And don't call him a baby. He's your uncle."

"I don't care if he's my cook," Australia snapped.

"We are trying to help you, Australia." England whirled around, fanning his wings. "Why can't you understand that?"

"Because you're all being annoying!" Australia crossed his arms and glared at England. "It didn't help that you turned me into a chinchilla!"

"You're being insufferable!" England growled. "If we had left you alone, you would have sunk your island into the ocean. That was why we went to retrieve you. I saw into the future and saw your death."

"Did you know you yabber?" Australia asked nonchalantly.

England snarled before spinning around and digging through the bookcase. "I have had just about enough of you." He flipped through a book, searching for a page.

"What are you looking for?" Australia leaned forward with interest.

England whirled back around, pointing his finger at Australia. "Convertimini intolerabili git in hoc puer! (Turn this insufferable git into a child!)" There was a great puff of smoke and a child sat in Australia's spot on the couch.

Australia blinked, looped up at England, and then back down at himself. His eyes shot back up to his motherland. "Dammit, you pommy bastard!"

"Is that any way to speak to your Mum?" England asked sarcastically. He stowed the book away on the shelf. "Don't worry, the spell will wear off in a few hours."

"Oh, shove off," Australia muttered as he hopped off the couch.

"Get back here, you little git!" England chased after Australia. "You are not getting away without a punishment for insulting me!"

"Try and catch me, you pommy bastard!" Australia called back as he disappeared down a hallway.

"What is going on here?" Ireland asked. He opened his office door just as Australia rushed past. "Whoa! Angel, what did you do?"

England stopped beside his brother. "The git was being annoying," he panted. "So I turned him into a child."

"Oh . . ." Ireland stared after his nephew. "Does he know that hall leads to a dead end?"

"Don't they all?" England asked with a quirked eyebrow. He chased after Australia, leaving Ireland to his work.

Australia stared up at the wall. "Ace," he muttered. "Just, ace."

"There you are." England stepped into the mouth of the hallway. "It's like watching a rat run through a maze."

Australia glared over his shoulder at England. "Bloody pommy bastard."

England marched up to Australia and seized him by the wrist. "You are getting a spanking for you foul language, you man."

"What?" Australia yanked on his wrist. "I'm not an ankle-biter anymore! I'm built like a brick shit house!"

England snorted. "Of course you. But right now you are making Mum very angry."

"Stop earbashing, Mum," Australia muttered. England ignored him and dragged him past Scotland who was leaving the kitchen was a plate of scones. Scotland watches Australia with a quirked eyebrow but he didn't make any comment.

"Let me go!" Australia shrieked as he struggled.

"That is enough!" England dragged Australia into a room and shut the door. Scotland stared silently at the door before shrugging and returning to his office.

"Built like a brick shit house!"

Scotland paused in the act of opening a door.

"What is that even supposed ta mean?"

O.o o.O

Portugal glanced up as she heard the door slam open. She waited for the heavy footsteps to stop before she poked her head out of the room. She had found a random room out of the dozens in the, rather, large mansion. This one was lined with book along its many walls.

The Iberian nation froze at the sight before her. Turkey stood in the doorway with Korea directly behind him. The smaller nation looked exhausted after his two and a half day car trip. Turkey probably hadn't even let the poor nation out to stretch his legs.

"Merhaba," Turkey said as he entered the hallway. He closed the door tightly behind himself, glancing at Portugal. The, now, female nation scowled at him.

"Apodrecer no inferno, (Rot in Hell,)" Portugal snapped. Turkey quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Is that all ya can speak?" he demanded, crossing his arms. "I have a feelin' I got my hands on a savage nation."

"Cale a boca," Portugal sniffed. "Você não saberia uma nação selvagem se ele te mordeu na bunda. (You wouldn't know a savage nation if it bit you in the ass.)"

Turkey's eyebrows traveled further up as he examined Portugal. He glanced over his shoulder at Korea. The poor nation was dead on his feet. He was too tired to even tremble in fear. Striding over to the tired nation, Turkey moved the hanbok and untied Korea. He straightened up once he was finished.

"I think I'll be havin' a talk with Spain about ya," he said.

Portugal watched Turkey leave the room with steely eyes. They turned curious when she looked to Korea.

"Quem é você? (Who are you?)" she asked.

"The Southern District of the Republic of Korea." Korea swayed on his feet. "But you can call me Korea, da-ze."

"Korea," Portugal repeated as she slowly walked behind Korea. The Asian nation suddenly felt hands land on his shoulder. He didn't respond to the action. But he almost fell forward in exhaustion. Gently, the hands pushed on Korea's back, urging him to walk forward.

"Eu sou Portugal," Portugal said. Korea grunted as his legs carried him forward. "Você não fala muito, (You do not talk much,)" Portugal noted as she sat Korea down on the couch.

"Naega dangsin-eul ihaehal su eobs-seubnida, da-ze. (I can't understand you, da-ze.)" Korea slumped sideways on the couch.

Portugal lifted Korea's head, sat down, and lowered his head into her lap. "Eu não falo Inglês. (I do not speak English.)"

"Where are my brothers and friend, da-ze?" Korea grunted.

"Eu não sei, (I don't know,)" Portugal admitted. Korea grunted again before his breath evened out and he quickly fell asleep. Portugal hummed as she picked up her book and began reading again. Her hand gently rested atop Korea's head as the Asian nation slept.


A/N: What did you think?

In 1890 Turkish sailors were rescued from their sinking ship by the Japanese when they were leaving after their audience with the emperor. They were returned to Turkey. In 1985 the Turkish sent an aircraft to rescue 215 Japanese nationals who were living in Iran. This was at the time when the Iran-Iraq war began.

Silk originated in China, made by silk worms. The Silk Road ran all the way from China to Turkey. It is one of the strongest natural fibers but doesn't conduct electricity well. When wet, it loses 20% of its strength. That stuff is strong . . . and apparently good for tying nations up.

Morocco is over 2,400 years old. She and her siblings along the Berber coast raised Portugal and Spain. They were 'the Moor's'.

Australian slang:

Yabber: talk a lot

Earbash: nag

Cook: wife

Built like a brick shit house: built like a latrine (tough)

Pommy bastard: it's just a mean name for an Englishman

Ankle-biter: child

Hákarl is Icelandic for 'shark. It is fermented shark. Gross.

Fermentation: Also called organized ferment. Any of a group of living organisms, as yeasts, molds, and certain bacteria, that cause fermentation. I still say it's rotten.