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"Damn," America cursed, flipping his cellphone closed. "Three days and no sign of Germany or Swissie."
Every nation except a few had gathered for what would be the largest and most serious meeting the world had ever heard about, in the Prabanga Malonumas Hotel in Lithuania. Poland walked over, placing brotherly and best-friend hand on Lithuania's shoulder while North Italy sobbed on Japan's shoulder, who sat between them.
"Mi friend...mi best friend..." Italy weeped. "Where did my Germany go?"
"Italy, listen, we need your support in this," England kneeled in front of the mourning nation. "I promise, that we will reunite you with Germany."
"Alive?"
"Alive." If anyone else except France and America had looked at England at that moment, they could of believed it themselves. Only France and America knew the real truth.
"Who wants to go Russia's now?"
"America, haven't you learned?" Austria interrupted. "If you send in someone who doesn't know the house, they're more susceptible to...their fates."
"Zhat iz ture," France sighed morosely. Just then, he looked at Lithuania with a pleading stare. The unlucky nation knew what he had to do.
"I'll go," Lithuania whimpered. "I'll go with America." Every nation except Austria starred at him as if he was on his deathbed.
"Let's get ready," America stated, dragging Lithuania out of the room, building up his own courage as well. The Baltic didn't need to hear his Polish best friend whisper, "I promise I'll never, like, forget you, Liet."