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A/N: Hey, everyone! Get this harness of me! Anyone know how to tame a wild stallion?

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Real Brothers

Australia tore down the alleyway in pursuit of his prey. Pausing at a main street void of any civilians, he strained his ears. At the sound of faint cries he raced toward the source.

"Kiwi!" Australia gasped for breath as he ran. He had walked into New Zealand's and his hotel room to see his . . . twin holding his brother. The smaller nation had struggled violently but couldn't escape. At Australia's shout, the doppelganger had leapt out of the window with New Zealand over his shoulder. Australia had followed him and they had begun a city wide game of chase.

"Australia!" New Zealand shouted, struggling in his captor's arms.

The doppelganger raced down another alley, slipping through a tall gate. Australia clambered to the top of the gate and launched himself over it. He stared in shock as his evil twin entered the erupting volcano with New Zealand.

"What the bloody hell?" Australia gaped at the sight. "How did he manage to do that?" he wondered aloud. Forget it, he could worry about that later.

Racing forward, Australia leapt through the doorway before it closed. He looked behind himself before turning around to face a bright white light.

'What is this?' Australia wandered down a vague pathway, exiting the passage into a completely different city. 'What?' He glanced behind himself in time to see the doorway to Iceland closing.

With no way to return back home, Australia decided to continue on his way down the sidewalk. Hopefully he could find New Zealand and the doorway might open again and then they could go back home. The sight of the abandoned buildings in the strange town made Australia wonder just what had happened here.

"Australia!" The Oceanic nation jumped when he heard his brother's scream. Sprinting down the road, he entered the mouth of an alley. He froze at the sight before him. His doppelganger stood at the back of the alley with New Zealand secure in his arms.

"Who the bloody hell do you think you are, mate?" Australia demanded, stepping forward. He froze when the ground shook with the eruption of the volcano behind him. A loud creaking noise caused Australia to look up. The tremors of the volcano had shook an old building that had been standing for far too long and its supports gave way.

"Shit!" Australia covered his head as the rotten wood and bricks collapsed on him. As darkness fell over the nation only one thought ran through his mind.

'I've failed. New Zealand's gone.'

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England groaned as the shades to the bedroom were pull aside, allowing the dull sunlight to filter in. After Alba, Cambria, and Emerald Isle had passed through the portal, they had transported England to Alba's house where the nation had been changed into sleeping clothes and laid in a bed. The small crown had been left on his head, leaving England incapable of any movement. His large wings had been carefully tucked underneath him so they weren't bent in any awkward shape.

"Why are you doing this?" England asked, squinting in the light. "I'm not even your real brother."

England was propped up against a pile of pillows, his body moved into a comfortable position. Cambria drew a chair up to the bedside and sat down. Picking up a bowl, he scooped a decent amount of scrambled eggs onto a fork.

"You are our brother, Britannia," Cambria said. "You just need to accept it."

"And what if I don't accept it?" England asked, eyeing the food cautiously. He'd heard from America that the Vikings had drugged him through hot chocolate. Who was to say the realms didn't think along the same lines?

Cambria raised an eyebrow. "You'll accept it soon enough." He motioned with the fork for England to open his mouth.

"The last time I accepted my situation I had my wing broken and I died." Reluctantly, England opened his mouth for the food.

"That's exactly what we don't want happening," Cambria said, feeding England the eggs. "We love you too much to lose you."

England swallowed the food before talking. "If you 'love me so much' then why did you kill your real brother?"

"Britannia got too strong for his own good," Cambria sighed as he looked down at the bowl. "It was dangerous. We weren't thinking when we did it."

"Did what? Heartlessly killed your brother?" England asked.

"We didn't heartlessly kill him," Cambria snapped. "We tried to help but he wouldn't accept it."

"And I won't accept this life you're trying to force me into," England retorted. "I'm not some puppet you can play dress up with and control."

"You don't get a choice, Britannia. We're not going to lose you again." Cambria held up another forkful of food.

"I think my real brothers are probably thinking the same thing." England took the food and chewed it slowly.

"We are your real brothers," Cambria said sharply. "What makes you think you're not?"

"I'm not from Globe, I'm from Earth. Scotland found me and raised me until he could dump me on France. My real brothers spent the next millennia making my life a living hell while I tried to please them." England's voice was rising with hysteria from all the complaints he had held back from shouting. "And now! And now I find out that my two sons aren't even my sons!" He collapsed against the bed with a sigh.

"We never hated you." Cambria set the bowl aside and tucked the covers around England's body, making sure that his wings were comfortably positioned. "In fact, we loved you more than anything. Alba couldn't stop spoiling you," Cambria chuckled. "I guess I don't get much of a say in that. I was just as bad, maybe even worse."

"My brother's name was Alba," England said softly. "After he was called Pictland and before he was called Scotland."

"Your brother's name is Alba." Cambria scowled. "Don't make me tell you again!"

"What are you going to do? Clip my wing feathers and break my wings? My real brothers pampered me for weeks after that happened." England smirked up at Cambria.

The Celtic realm mouthed wordlessly before finally standing up. "I'll just leave you here to starve, see if I care!" He stormed out of the room with the bowl of food, slamming the door after him.

England settled back on the bed.

'I'm sure you don't.'

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He couldn't breathe. Australia bucked on the table as firm hands pinned him down. He was suffocating and these strange people were only prolonging his pain. Something poked him sharply in the lung as the organs struggled to take in air. A harsh voice broke through the haze of Australia's panic.

"The damage may be bad, I can't tell." The voice reminded Australia of both Germany and Prussia. "Soviet," the voice commanded. "Help Imperial."

"Da, Teutonic," Russia's voice said. Australia gasped when strong, cold hands grasped his head and tilted it back. The injured nation struggled uselessly as pain shot through his entire body.

"Hurry it up, Imperial," Teutonic snapped. "We don't want him making the damage worse."

"Hai, Teutonic-san," Japan's voice said.

Australia gagged as a metallic hooked blade wrenched his mouth open by means of his lower jaw. Something slick prodded the back of his throat as he wheezed for breath. Writhing madly, Australia tried to force the foreign object out of throat. He didn't want whatever they were going to put in him. No doubt it would hurt. Australia retched as a tubed passed down his throat. A few moments later, air filled his lungs and the cold hands and instrument were pulled away. Closing his mouth, Australia thrashed on the table.

"Status update, Imperial," Teutonic snapped.

"Hai, Teutonic-san." There was a pause before the voice responded. "The anesthesia should be entering his system now." As Imperial spoke, Australia felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

"Finally," Teutonic grumbled. "Trust Oceania to cause this much trouble." Australia was dimly aware of his shirt being cut open with ice cold scissors as he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Norway threw the door of the meeting room open and rushed in, spotting Germany and Scotland talking in the corner. The two nations turned in surprise to look at him.

"Ah, Norway," Germany said, nodding in greeting. "I was just asking Scotland if there was any way he could stop the volcanic activity for a short while so we could get off this island."

"What's wrong with ye?" Scotland asked as he noticed Norway's ragged breathing. "Is Denmark chasing ye again?" He blew a ring of smoke in the air. Ever since the volcano had started erupting, the nation's fire magic had been unusually stronger.

"Iceland and England," Norway gasped as he rested his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"What about them?" Scotland asked.

"They're gone," Norway said, slowly regaining his breath.

"What?" Scotland's black wings fanned to their full extent. "What do ye mean 'they're gone'?"

"I went to Iceland's house. England was asking Denmark for directions earlier. Neither were there and Iceland's door was open," Norway explained as he straightened up.

"Did ye look everywhere fer them?"

"I searched the entire house. There's no sign of them."

"Did you search around town?" Germany asked, taking control of the situation.

"Nei, I haven't. Iceland knows better than to wander outside right now."

"A'm going ta search fer them." Scotland moved for the door but was stopped when Turkey opened it first, blocking the Celtic nation's path. "Move it, goon."

Turkey only raised an eyebrow before turning to Germany. "Australia and New Zealand are missing," he told them.

"Ma brother and ma nephews?" Scotland demanded. "MOVE IT!" Shoving turkey aside, he raced out the door.

"Verdammt! He's going to hurt himself out there." Germany massaged his temples. "You are certain they have gone missing? They aren't just in a store?"

"Ya gave us strict orders ta stay inside," Turkey said. "Most of us followed them."

"Where are Denmark and Sweden?" Germany asked Norway warily. Could it be possible for the three nations to have a relapse?

"They're in our hotel room." Norway scowled and crossed his arms. "It's not us, I can promise you that."

"Fine, perhaps it is Spain this time? Does he not have a split personality?" Germany asked.

Turkey shook his head. "I just spoke ta Spain. He's with the Italy brothers right now."

"Is there anyone we know who want to kidnap Australia, New Zealand, England, and Iceland?" Germany pinched the bridge of his nose. Just what he needed, someone was starting to kidnap nations again.

"Not as far as I can tell," Norway said with a thoughtful frown.

"Icy's a small nation, no one would have much use for him," Turkey told Germany.

"It could be a terrorist group," Norway offered.

"We haven't had issues with terrorist since World War Three," Germany pointed out.

"Ja, but it could be a different group."

Germany chewed his lip in thought. "I suppose . . . I want you two to wander the building, tell anyone you meet that we are having an emergency meeting."

Turkey and Norway nodded and left the room, wondering where their friends and siblings were.

"What is going on here?" Germany wondered aloud. 'I need to find someone to stop Scotland.'

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Kalmar was a very strange character in Iceland's book. After leaving Iceland out in the blizzard for five hours, the realm treated him to good food, a hot bath, and a warm bed. And the treatment didn't stop there. Kalmar pampered Iceland like he actually was his little brother. He also allowed Iceland to do whatever he wanted, to a certain extent.

A few days after the blizzard incident, Iceland found himself sitting in a chair in a random room kicking his legs aimlessly. Kalmar had told him they would be having visitors today and to please stay out of the way. The way Kalmar had spoken made Iceland feel the realm was being protective.

The door to the room opened and a female ghosted into the room, as though she were walking on water. She was unhealthily thin, Iceland would have considered her bulimic, with cascades of blue and white hair falling to the small of her back. A cerulean dragon the size of a cat was perched on the female's shoulder. The female didn't seem to notice Iceland as she moved to stare out the window.

"Who are you?" Iceland asked, giving the female a strange look. The female spun around in surprise to stare at Iceland with sea green eyes.

"I'm Atlantis," the female told him. "Who are you, little guppy?"

"I'm Iceland," Iceland said uncertainly. He wasn't sure if this was the visitor was the one Kalmar had been talking about. Would he be punished for talking to her?

"So, Kalmar didn't kill you?" Atlantis asked in disbelief. "But I saw the body!"

"I'm not that Iceland," Iceland told her.

"You're from Earth?" Atlantis clarified.

"Já." Iceland blinked. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Earth!" Atlantic crowed, throwing herself forward to pull Iceland into a tight hug. For such a thin nation, Atlantis had a surprisingly strong grip. The dragon on Atlantis' shoulder chirped shrilly at the sudden movement.

"Ow! Wait," Iceland said, his ears pricking up. "Did you just say you're from Earth?" Was this the lost city of Atlantis? He could remember China saying something about Ireland, Northern Ireland, Antarctica, and a lost city. Was this who he had been talking about?

"Hai! Oui! Ja!" Atlantis drew out of the hug, rocking on her feet excitedly.

"Did you just say 'yes' in three different languages?" Iceland cocked his head, tail twitching behind him.

"Yes! I am fluent in all the languages of Earth. I remember when you were such a cute little pup. Norway couldn't get you to sit still." Atlantis smiled fondly at the memory.

"Wait, you knew me . . . and Norway?" Iceland had never seen this ex-nation before in his life.

"I knew Denmark first," Atlantis corrected him. "He rescued me form fisherman. Later he told someone about me and that man wrote a story. Hans . . . something Andersen. I forget."

"Oh. So, when did you meet me?" Iceland asked curiously.

"When I was staying at Denmark's house while my tail was healing, you wandered into the room. You were such a curious pup. We talked for a short while and then Norway came to take you to bed."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you," Iceland said sincerely.

"It's fine. Neither did America or England," Atlantis said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I met all three of you when you were such young pups. But I did meet England again when he was being a shark of a nation."

"A shark of a nation?" Iceland repeated. 'Does this girl always use fish metaphors?' he wondered.

"A shark, a bully," Atlantis clarified for him. "Honestly, why is Polar the only who understands me?"

"Who's Polar?"

"My bull seal of a husband." Atlantis stuck her tongue out in distaste. Clearly she didn't like him. "So, did you see Kalmar at his finest yet?" she asked.

"What would be his finest?" Iceland asked.

"Tonight, in the middle of the night, leave your room and go to the library," Atlantis told him instead of answering his question. "You do know where that is, right?" She stroked the dragon on her shoulder.

"Um, yeah, I think I found it."

"Oh, well, go there and you'll meet the real Kalmar. This is Conch, by the way." The dragon cocked its head, staring at Iceland's fox ears.

"Why is it looking at me like that?" Iceland took a careful step back. He had a bad history with animals and his fox appendages.

'I was unaware that the nations had become hybrids,' a cool female voice echoed in Iceland's mind.

"I just heard a voice," Iceland said uncertainly.

"That's how Conch communicates, her mouth isn't made for speech," Atlantis explained.

'I was going to make him think he was going insane,' Conch pouted while Atlantis laughed at her.

"What did she mean by 'nations are hybrids'?" Iceland asked.

'Your ears.' Conch pointed with her tail.

"Oh, those." Iceland toyed with an ear mindlessly, careful to avoid the earring. "It's kind of a long story."

"Those bull seals won't be done for a while, we have time." Atlantis sat herself on the table.

Iceland sat in the chair, his tail swishing into his lap.

"I was visiting Norway's house when I heard this loud explosion . . ."

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Australia's groan when he woke was stopped in his throat. Something clogged his esophagus, keeping his vocal cords from working. Panicking, he tried to reach for his throat to remove the blockage, only to have his wrists unable to move. Upon looking down Australia found his hands chained to the bed rails with padded, leather straps. He jerked at the cuffs, gritting his teeth when pain screamed through his body.

"You are very lucky." The stern voice of Germany and Prussia had returned. Australia's eyes snapped up to see a Prussia doppelganger with black hair and green eyes leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed.

"Though, I guess you aren't all that lucky," the man, Teutonic, if Australia remembered correctly, continued. "Crushed ribs, snapped spinal cord, and punctured lungs. Not to mention the various other injuries you managed to get from that idiot's mistake."

Australia glared at the realm and Teutonic laughed. "I look like someone you know, don't I?" Teutonic asked. "Well, on your world I am called 'Prussia'." Australia gaped and jerked in his restraints again. Teutonic only grinned at him.

"The difference is that I'm smarter than Prussia. I remembered my medicine while he's forgotten it. Not many realms know how to fix each other up any more. Most just know how to kill.

"Oceania's always wanted a little brother. When he heard you had one, he had to get him right away. I don't think he counted on such an overprotective brother." Teutonic straightened up and moved to the foot of the bed. "I don't know how quickly you heal. You could be on your feet in a matter of days, or weeks. Who knows?" Australia struggled to speak through the endotracheal tub in his throat, failing. Teutonic chuckled at him.

"You are about the most amusing thing here in a long time. Don't bother trying to go anywhere. We're in the Winter Desert or, as you call it, Siberia. There's nothing but frozen wasteland as far as you can see. Not to mention your injuries would cause you problems." Teutonic moved to Australia's bedside and withdrew a penlight, shining it in the nation's eye. Australia jerked his head away and gave a muted grunt.

"Well, I guess I might as well give you something to make you comfortable." The German realm reached for a small rolling table and grabbed a syringe. Swiftly, he injected the fluid into Australia's arm. The island nation jerked away helplessly as sleep slowly overtook him.

"Süße Träume, (Sweet dreams,)" Teutonic chuckled.

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Belgium panted as she raced through the hedges lining the backyards of the Icelandic neighborhood. She had gone for a late night stroll without her fiancé, Switzerland, when someone had sneaked up on her. Only, it wasn't a joke. Whoever it was had tried to kidnap her. Something seemed familiar about the stranger, but Belgium couldn't place it.

"Ah!" Belgium was halted in her escape by a fork in the path. Glancing between the split paths, Belgium's panic rose. "Welke kant op? (Which way?)"

The female nation chose the left path, praying the stranger wasn't following her. Footsteps in the ash caught her ear and Belgium slipped back into the shadows. Her breathing sounded louder than it had before in the silent night. As the footsteps faded, Belgium gave a sigh of relief. There was a moment of peace and then arms suddenly wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides.

"Bonjour, Belgique," a breathy voice whispered in her ear. Belgium gave a shriek of fright before her mouth was covered by a hand. "Now, now, we wouldn't want to be rude and wake the neighbors, would we?" The black haired male smirked down at his prize, his orange eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

"Bel?" a heavily accented voice echoed through the night. Belgium sobbed and struggled against the stranger's arms, desperately hoping for her fiancée to find her.

Gaul jerked at the voice. "Zut," he swore under his breath. Swiftly, he scooped into Belgium into his arms and slunk into the shadows, easily restraining the struggling nation.

"Bel, are you out here?" Switzerland wandered down the path, his gun ready in his arms. He had left Liechtenstein with Austria and Hungary to care for while he went to search for Belgium in the dark.

A soft meow whispered through the night and Bloem, Belgium's cat, stalked up to Switzerland to look up at him.

"What is it, kätzchen? (kitty?)" Switzerland asked, couching down to stroke the cat. Bloem meowed and rubbed against Switzerland's petting hand. Her ears were flat against her head and her tail was twitching madly. Switzerland stood, looking around the night.

"Where could she be?"

A/N: Ha ha! I'm free! Dang nabbit!

If you're feeling down, just read these quotes from our favorite children's author: Dr. Seuss.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.

Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.

Why fit in when you were born to stand out?

Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.

AND

I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!