A/N: I'M ALIVE. Kind of. And not doing work because my brain is officially dead. Thanks for the people who reviewed/followed/favorited/read this. Hehe...I LOVE YOU PEOPLE. Jk. But really, you're all awesome~

Okay, so here's chapter five...enjoy~

Chapter 5

In Which Lovino Finds Stuff and Russia is Finally Given Some Screen Time

Antonio bent down, searching for Gilbert's legs in the opening underneath each bathroom stall. A pair of blue jeans showed from the third stall from the opposite wall, and the Spaniard hurried over to where his friend was. "What happened?" he asked, "I heard you-"

"Get in here!" The door was unlocked and Antonio found himself being pulled in onto the bathroom floor. There was a click as the stall was locked once more. Gilbert peered into the toilet bowl. "Okay, I have Spain. Now what?"

Is he...talking to a toilet?

"Was Spain the only one who was in the meeting room with you?"

Is the toilet...talking back?! Antonio also gazed into the bowl, gasping when he saw a familiar pair of eyebrows.

"Italy's annoying brother was with us for a while, but we split off after finding that we had plans with...Francis," Gilbert said, frowning slightly, "That Commie bastard was with us before too, but who knows where the hell he ended up...and there was another person too...who was it?"

"China," Antonio cut in, "It was China. So, can anyone fill me in on what's going on here?" He then gestured to the appliance they were kneeling in front of.

"Iggers did some crazy magic shit and now we can use the toilet like a phone!"

"And he turned me into a kid. A kid!"

"It's not like a phone, stupid!" England hissed, "And no one cares about you, Froggy! Get away from here!" The Brit sighed before turning to face the duo on the other side of the water. "Sorry, but I don't think this'll last much longer. We'll try to establish a more stable form of communication on this side. What you two need to do is get back to where South Italy is, find the other two, stay together no matter what, and most importantly keep your guard up. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Ja, whatever."

England smiled. "Good. I'll see you again soon." The water rippled and the image faded, leaving the pair on their own.

The sound of a door creaking open and footsteps echoing through the room alerted the two nations. "Gil? Tonio? You guys in here?" Francis's voice called, resounding off the walls.

"Shit, get up here!" Gilbert whispered, jumping onto the toilet seat and offering his hand to the Spaniard. Antonio took the albino's hand and jumped onto the seat as well. This lead to a rather awkward situation as the two were now pressed very close together, balancing on the rim; Antonio's arms were wrapped around Gilbert's waist and the Prussian was leaning against the stall wall, arms around the Spaniard's shoulders.

"Why are we hiding?" Antonio mouthed, only to receive a shrug in return.

"Mon Dieu, where could those two have gone?" The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing echoed through the room before all went silent once more.

The pair jumped (fell) down from their perch and tripped ever-so-gracefully out of the stall. "Well, what now? We need an excuse to get back to your house."

Antonio gave his companion a look. "Gilbert, prepare to get more wasted than you've ever gotten in your entire life."

Ivan stepped through the halls of the mansion, taking in his new surroundings. He couldn't even begin to describe his surprise upon waking up within such a lavish place after having been in that meeting room. Being called "Master Ivan" was no small shock either. Which really brought up the question...

"Where am I...?"

"Did you say something, sir?"

"...No," the Russian sighed, "You can leave, you know."

The well-dressed man - a butler, Ivan assumed - bowed and left, leaving the nation to his own thoughts. This place seems the same as my own home, he thought, In that case, I should probably look around a bit...

So, the man made his way through the structure, finding that the floor plan was indeed a replica of the one he was used to. Even the Baltics' and my sisters' rooms are the same...I wonder if-

"Big brother?" Oh, shit.

Ivan turned to see that his 'sister' (he wasn't quite sure if it actually was her or not at this point) was standing right behind him, gazing intently at him. "P-Privet, Natalia..." he stammered, already searching for some means of escape. She raised an eyebrow, as though he were acting strangely.

"Hello to you as well," she said, her expression not changing, "Is there a reason as to why you're standing by my room?"

"N-No...I was just walking around..."

She looked over him once, and then smiled slightly. "Oh, alright then," she said calmly, the smile not falling from her face, "I suppose I'll see you later. Farewell for now." Natalia stepped into her room, locking the door behind her and leaving a stunned Ivan in the hall.

She didn't...do anything. Why?

The light flickered to life, allowing Lovino a better view of the once dark room. It was…messy. No, wait…that was a complete understatement; it was like a tornado had blown through the entire fucking room. As far as he could tell, the ground wasn't even visible at this point. "Argh…why did I have to choose this room to search first…"

The Italian began to sort through the piles of crap laying around everywhere, wondering if they really were in Spain (or a Spain equivalent)'s house. Normally, the man kept things pretty neat. Something like that wouldn't change because they found themselves in a different dimension, would it? ...Would it? Well, after meeting the Two Players, he supposed it was possible. Besides, who the hell else would keep a huge-ass battle axe in their house?

Lovino balanced the weapon in his hands. Woah...the shit's real... He gave it a good twirl or two before setting it down in the corner. A weapon was a good thing to have, at least for the time being.

Something shiny caught his eye moved over to where it sat. A small, silver flashlight. The Italian bent down to pick it up, flipping it on and off as a test before pocketing it. This could be useful later.

The brunette went through the rest of the house in a similar fashion, digging through piles of junk here and there until he looped all they way back to the bedroom. His starting point. With nothing, even after searching through every single-

...I didn't search the bedroom.

The Italian man turned and placed his hand on the doorknob, his thoughts automatically going back to their initial awakening. Oh, the shame. Slowly, he twisted the metal and pushed the door open.

The room was just as he remembered leaving it. Clean...except for the bed itself, which was completely undone; sheets crumpled and strewn out everywhere. And if there were something to be found, it would be right where everything started. Lovino got down onto his knees and crawled under the bed.

It was relatively clean, save for the few crumpled up sheets of paper and a few dust bunnies sitting in the corner. There was just barely enough room for him to move comfortably and slowly, carefully he managed to flip onto his back without banging the bottom of the frame.

Lovino's fingers curled around the mini flashlight and turned it on. Shining it up at the wooden frame and feeling a triumphant smile form on his face.

"Bingo."

A/N: Hey guys! This is Kristol writing the note for haku-tan, who is also known as nii-chan (by me at least). Rah. Peace... Kristol out XD

Haku: My chapters are getting shorter...sigh...oh well =3=

TBC