Disclaimer: We don't own Hetalia.
A/N: I've got super soldiers, K9 units, armored cars, Icelandic zombies, Icelandic spiders riding Icelandic cats, Polish Law, Polish women armed with bags of canned food, and Missykim (the girl who couldn't hit a target four feet away from her) armed with a fire breathing laser cannon! Wait. What?
Naru has the 2Ps, Utopia, soldiers, and laser pythons.
Who will win this war?
Enjoy! Please review!
Michael Scott
Marcelle leaned back to glance at her sister. The younger of the two was currently leaning over the railing which Marcelle was sat upon. Delphine had never been able to hold her stomach on a ship very well.
"Poor Delphine," Marcelle sighed as Delphine emptied her stomach's contents again. The older twin turned to speak with the blue-eyed blonde standing beside her. "I'm glad the storm finally stopped. Is it true we are going to see a new land?" she asked eagerly.
"Oui," France said happily. "My sailors tell me there is a land far north of here." The nation waved a hand dramatically toward the horizon. "The great Roman Empire defeated it. And now, I will take my turn."
Delphine looked up from her position over the railing. "Maginifique," she said before disappearing once more.
"It feels sad." Marcelle watched as a foggy coastline slowly appeared. "Like something bad has recently happened."
"I feel the joy of adventures!" France said happily before hurrying off to order the row boats lowered.
"Finally," Delphine grumbled, following the young nation. Marcelle sighed and nimbly leapt off the railing to follow her sister. The travel to shore was as amusing as the ship had been. Not to mention it didn't help Delphine's lack of sea legs at all.
France was the first to leap out of the boat. He scanned the foggy coast excitedly. Delphine stepped out of the boat, glad to finally be on solid ground once more. The men slowly took their turns clambering over the edge of the boats, looking around nervously.
"Monsieur, are you sure we will find anything here?" one sailor asked. He shivered as the fog rolled around his ankles.
"I believe our expert hunter will be able to tell us that." France waved a hand at Delphine. Several men hadn't wanted her to join their crew. That was before she'd kicked all their butts in hand-to-hand combat.
Marcelle rolled her eyes before turning to leave the group. She pushed the low branches of a tree out of her way as she ventured into the forest.
"Meet me back on the shore before sundown," Delphine called after her sister.
"Oui, oui," Marcelle called over her shoulder. "I know, my dear sister." She continued her quiet walk through the vegetation.
Marcelle's choice of path eventually led her to a clearing. It was bare but for a few shrubs scattered along the grass. She spun slowly in her spot before stopping to stare up at the clouds above her. They were unnaturally thick. More so than France's.
A bull ball of light suddenly danced past Marcelle's cheek.
"Quoi?" Marcelle blinked and watched the ball of light with interest. "And what are you?" The light didn't answer, instead floating away toward a rather large ash tree. It disappeared around the trunk. Curious, Marcelle followed its path around the tree.
"Is he nearby?" a small boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes asked the bobbing light.
Marcelle slowly stepped around the tree, making no noise as she approached the young boy. She didn't want to frighten him away.
"Are you sure?" The blue light bobbed once and the boy sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. That git just won't give me a moment of peace. My leg still hurts from the trap he set for me."
One of Marcelle's eyebrows quirked. She swooped down in one smooth move to scoop the boy into her arms.
"And who set a trap on you?"
The boy stiffened in surprise for one second before he suddenly began to scream.
"No!" the boy shouted, squirming. "Alba sent you, didn't he?"
"Oh, hush." Marcelle grimaced. "There is no need for such a racket."
"Then who in the blazes are you?" the young boy demanded hotly.
"Language," Marcelle chided. "I am Marcelle."
The boy frowned at the name. "That doesn't sound like a name I've heard before," he said thoughtfully.
"What kind of names could ye have heard?" a harsh voice asked. "Ye haven't gone ta the villages since ye was formed." Marcelle whirled around in surprise. Her eyes hardened at the sight before her. A red-haired teenager stood in the clearing, staring at the pair with harsh green eyes. He was smoking at the mouth.
"Alba, oui?" Marcelle asked tersely.
"Aye," the teenager said. "And yer not from around here, are ye?" The boy hid his face in Marcelle's shoulder. Clearly Alba frightened him.
"How could you tell?" Marcelle asked sarcastically. She transferred the boy to the ground where he clutched her skirts from behind her. "You obviously don't seem to get out much." She straightened up and folded her arms, the perfect image of a mother.
"Naw, it's hard ta get over that wall down yonder. " Alba waved a hand vaguely behind him. "That shite head built it when he conquered this goon."
"A wall?" Marcelle asked, craning her neck as if to see the wall.
"Ye won't be able ta see it from here, wench," Alba drawled as he drew a knifefrom his belt. The young boy behind Marcelle shivered at the sight of it. "Now why don't ye be a good human and give me Britannia?"
"So you crossed over the wall?" Marcelle ignored both Alba's words and his weapon.
"Aye, what's so hard ta understand about that?" Alba was growing annoyed with the dull conversation. He was staring hungrily at Britannia.
"Well, you crossed over, what is it? Oh, yes, Hadrian's Wall." Marcelle, once again, ignored Alba. "Attack Britannia, and now threaten me?"
"Yer annoying me ta death, wench." Alba leapt forward, swinging his knife down. Britannia screamed in terror, his hand flying up to protect his head. The knife stopped a breath away from Marcelle's neck. The woman glanced around Alba's arm to see his face.
"Were you trying to attack me?" she asked with fake curiosity. Alba's arm was gripped tightly in her hand. "I don't believe it worked."
"Don't make him angry," Britannia whined. "He'll only turn into a drake and burn us both."
"Bloody wench," Alba snarled, ripping his arm free of Marcelle's grip.
"I don't think you'll like me after this." Marcelle kept her hand raised and a blue aura crackled into view. "You are not to cross Hadrian's Wall again." She stepped toward Alba. The nation was gripped byher magical power.
"Let go of me," Alba demanded as he fell back writhing in pain. He could feel needles tickling all over his body. The sensation grew into the burning pain of fire.
"You will not touch Britannia again." Marcelle ignored Alba's pleas. "You will never step on his land again unless he asks you to."
Alba crawled away from the woman on all four, whimpering in pain with every word. It felt like a new flame was lit with each one. The fire was burning through him now. Britannia backed away quickly when Alba's fingers dug into the earth. The red-haired nation's back bent unnaturally and great leathery black wings unfolded.
"And if you do," Marcelle continued, ignoring the impending danger. "You will become the worst creature imaginable. Britannia and his people will rise up against you and attack. You will never be able to set foot on this land again."
Alba threw his head back and gave a great howl of agony. The fog swirled up around him and his howl petered off into a roar. Britannia's eyes widened as a great black dragon fell back to the earth. Alba took off, leaving deep gouges in the ground, almost immediately, making his way toward Hadrian's Wall.
"You made him go away," Britannia said in awe.
"And he will not come back." Marcelle turned back to the small nation, her blue aura dying. "Not until you are strong enough to handle him." Britannia's eyes widened even more and he threw himself at Marcelle.
"Thank you, Marcelle, thank you!"
"Marcelle!" a voice shouted. "Marcelle, what did you do? We just saw something fly over us." Delphine charged into the clearing with France hot on her heels. Britannia jumped in fear and cowered behind Marcelle.
"Nothing is wrong, dearest sister." Marcelle smiled down at Britannia. "But I have found our little friend."
France blinked in surprise before following Marcelle's gaze. "He looks like an angel!" France practically squealed. "How cute. This must be the land of angels. Angleterre."
"What the bloody hell is he talking about?" Britannia looked up at Marcelle, confused.
"He simply called you cute," Marcelle assured her little friend. "The Danes called this the angel land after all.
"I don't like it," Britannia huffed. "And I don't like him. He reminds me of a frog."
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Hong Kong was bound uncomfortably in a chair. Her wrists had been bound behind her to the back and her ankles had been tied tightly to the legs of the chair. Hong Kong's arms had fallen asleep and she was pretty sure she was losing the feeling in her legs. But none of that mattered right now. Only sleep did. Sweet, wonderful sleep.
Hong Kong's eyelids began to droop and her head fell to her chest.
"Xǐng lái, aru. (Wake up, aru.)" A hand snapped out to grab Hong Kong by the hair and jerk her head up. Hong Kong stifled her cry of pain with the action. She blinked hard, trying to keep herself awake.
China had dragged Hong Kong to a secluded room in the basement once they'd arrived at his house. Hong Kong had been tied to a chair and left there. That had been thirty-six hours ago. China had forced Hong Kong to stay awake the entire time. He'd called Khamag to watch over her while he rested or cared for Korea.
Hong Kong blinked hard again, watching as China moved around her chair. The older nation stalked about her as though he was a predator.
"Do you know what you did wrong, aru?" China demanded harshly. He jerked Hong Kong's chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. Hong Kong whimpered. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep.
"Bùxiáng," Hong Kong croaked through her dry throat. She gasped when China slapped her across the face. Her cheek throbbed with the fresh pain.
"You disobeyed me," China snapped. "You left me to gambol about with those thieves, aru."
"They are not thieves," Hong Kong whispered. She flinched when China slapped heracross the face again. She was going to have a bruise when this was through.
"They were Vikings." China paced to one side of the room and then the other. "They have stolen you before and will do it again, aru."
Hong Kong felt a tear roll down her stinging cheek. "Bùxiáng," she whispered hoarsely.
"Duì!" China seized Hong Kong by the hair, jerking her head back. Hong Kong yelped at the pain. "It seems sleep deprivation is not stopping you. So I will have to use a more effective method, aru."
Hong Kong's hair was released from China's grip. The ancient nation went about untying Hong Kong before forcing her to her feet. The female nation swayed dangerously, on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
"Move, aru." China grabbed Hong Kong by the hair once more, dragging her out of the room.
"Teacher, please stop!" Hong Kong cried. Her hands flew to China's hands uselessly. They trembled with every movement.
"Bùxiáng, you have been nothing but trouble, aru." China ripped a door open. The moment Hong Kong saw the interior of the room, she began to scream.
"Bùxiáng! Bùxiáng!" Hong Kong struggled against China but it was useless. "I'll be good, Teacher. I promise!"
"Shut up." China dragged Hong Kong into the center of the room where there was a small cage. "You have gone too far to turn back now, aru."
Yanking the cage door open. China forced the struggling Hong Kong to duck into it. The door was slammed after her. It was the same kind of cage Formosa had used. Hong Kong couldn't lay down or stand. She was forced to crouch on all fours like a dog.
"Please," Hong Kong whimpered. "Teacher. China."
"I said shut up." China kicked a bar, making the whole cage rattle. Hong Kong gritted her teeth as the vibrations ran through her body. She could feel her claustrophobia kicking in. "You will stay in here until I decide otherwise, aru." China stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Hong Kong's limbs trembled with the effort of holding her up. She was too tired to do this. She needed sleep. Swallowing hard, Hong Kong tried to keep the tears back.
"Dānmài: Nǐ zài nǎlǐ? (Denmark, where are you?)"
-.-'
China stormed down the hall, furious that his plan hadn't worked. Hong Kong should have cracked within twenty-four hours of the torture. She was nothing more than a child, not to mention a woman.
"China." Khamag leaned against a doorway, having grown bored of watching Korea sleep. The young Asian nation had not been released from his straightjacket. China had opted to strap him down to a bed where he couldn't cause any trouble.
"What do you want, aru?" China demanded. He furiously began to make himself a cup of tea.
"I would like to inform you that you happen to be missing someone," Khamag said, shoving off the doorway and into the kitchen.
"You think I do not know that?" China snapped over his shoulder. "I noticed the minute we returned, aru."
"And where do you think she is?" Khamag asked uninterestedly. "It appears you are unable to keep you underlings."
"I do not know where she is." China slammed a pot of water down on the stove. The water sloshed around inside. "I cannot call the nations to look for her, so I must do this by hand, aru."
"She could be in Africa by now," Khamag commented while studying his fingernails. "Or maybe." He pursed his lips, glancing up at China with a smirk. "Even America. What would you do then, China?"
"I would kick your ass into the next week," China snapped. "She just gave birth. I highly doubt Indonesia would be able to make the trip to Africa or America, aru."
"Maybe she's in Europe," Khamag said gleefully, enjoying teasing China.
China huffed, bent over a tea cup. He grinned when an idea came to mind. "Khamag, aru," he said slyly.
"Chto, China?" Khamag looked like he was planning more teasing.
"You do know Hawaii, my great-niece, is a land of fire, yes, aru?" China asked as he turned around with a smirk.
"Yes, China." Khamag rolled his eyes. "She is very pretty, but also common."
"And Canada is a land of ice, aru," China continued.
"Da," Khamag drew the word out in irritation.
"There is a land of fire." China raised the pot of boiling water into the air. "And a land of ice, aru." He held up his tea cup.
"And land of fire and a land of ice," Khamag scoffed. "I would stop speaking of such idiocies. I can name several nations of fire or ice."
"And then there is this, aru." China poured the boiling water into the prepared tea cup.
"And there is what?" Khamag roared, slamming a fist on the counter. China's attitude was really starting to bug him now.
China remained unfazed with the action. "A nation of fire and ice, aru," he said.
"A nation of fire and ice?" Khamag froze. "How can that happen? What is it like?"
"A nation so far north it crosses the Arctic Circle," China said with a smirk. "But is covered in volcanoes, aru."
"A land of fire and ice," Khamag said in wonder. He quickly shook his head like a dog and scowled at China. "That would be simple to duplicate. There must be several more. Trying to tempt me with it will not work."
China's smirk grew. "He is the only one of his kind in more than one way, aru."
"What do you mean, China?" Khamag sighed exasperatedly.
"Iceland is the nation of fire and ice," China said, sipping his tea. "And he is the only nation who is half fox, aru."
"Half fox?" Khamag perked up. "How?" he asked eagerly. "There are no more?"
"None, aru." China opened a drawer and withdrew a photo album. He flipped to the back where a picture of a male Hong Kong and a strange nation was. The strange nation had silver hair and violet eyes. A tail protruded from the seat of his pants and he had fox ears.
Khamag stared at the picture in fascination. "Where is he?" he demanded.
"Right now he is in America with his older brothers." China closed the photo album and set it aside. "He usually prefers to be alone, though, so it should not be too hard, aru."
Khamag grinned, bearing his teeth ferally. "Perfect."
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Portugal laid on her side, clutching her stomach and inwardly cursing the other nation in the room. She wished she could simply get up and attack him. But every time she did, she found herself pinned down by the nation scolding her severally.
"You shouldn't be moving around," Slovakia said from his chair beside the bed. He held a closed magazine in his hands.
"Cale a boca," Portugal muttered. "Any luck?"
"With the divorce?" Slovakia snapped his magazine open. "Nie. Nevada refuses to do it and we can't tell any of the other nations."
"No." Portugal rolled her eyes. "And when I big?"
"You can pretend to be an isolationist again," Slovakia said simply. "Czech is a blabbermouth. Though, I don't like that New Zealand guy."
Portugal scowled, sitting up. "Why first time?" she demanded. "Why drink with you?"
"Because you're completely insane and unusually fertile." Slovakia pushed Portugal back down onto the bed.
"You drunk!" Portugal shot back.
"Yeah?" Slovakia asked. "Well you bite during sex." He turned a page in the magazine."
"What?" Portugal glared at her unwanted husband. "I no dog!"
"You bit me seven times in the neck." Slovakia pulled his turtleneck down to reveal the healing bruises. "It's no fun, believe me."
"Oh," Portugal scoffed. "You wimp."
"Am not," Slovakia countered. "You're the one who can't take it rough."
"I no take rough?" Portugal laughed. "You wrong!"
"I doubt it," Slovakia snorted. "'Oh, Slovakia, no hard, no hard.' You sounded ridiculous." At that, Portugal bolted to her feet, her hands on her hips.
"You ass! You lie!"
"You're the one who said it." Slovakia stood, tossing the magazine aside. "Lay back down."
"No." Portugal crossed her arms. "I strong."
"I don't think so." Slovakia forced the female nation back onto the bed.
"You no think?" Portugal tried shoving against her husband." You dumb!"
"Am not." Slovakia lay down on the bed and dragged Portugal down beside him. He pinned her down easily. "I was smart enough to think of different ways to escape Utopia."
"Utopia." Portugal wrinkled her nose. "Sound dumb. You clever," she sighed. "But no smart."
"Fine, I'm clever and you're a bitch." Slovakia settled down onto the bed, ready for a nap. Keeping Portugal on the bed had drained him.
"I no bitch!" Portugal punched Slovakia's shoulder.
"Keep saying that," Slovakia sighed tiredly. He gave one large exhale before he was supposedly asleep. Portugal stared at him in shock. How had he done that?
"You sleep! Fine." Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Portugal stood. A hand wrapped around her wrist.
"Nie," Slovakia said without opening his eyes.
"Nie, what?" Portugal taunted. "I want walk, I walk."
Slovakia groaned in defeat. "Fine," he said. "Don't let anyone see you, though." He rolled over and fell back to sleep.
Portugal stared at her husband before standing and moving slowly toward the door. She glanced back once before stepping into the hallway. Closing the door quietly, she opened her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Olá? Eu sou livre. (I am free.)" Portugal nodded in response to a question and shut her eyes tightly, trying not to let any tears escape. "Sim, não podemos tê-lo. Eu vou voltar para casa agora. (Yes, we cannot have it. I will come home now.)"
Closing the phone, Portugal gave the door a quick glance before walking down the hall toward a waiting taxi.
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Pain seared down Switzerland's spine. His screams were muffled by a gag as Frankia plucked another shard of glass from the nation's back. The empire didn't appear fazed by the Germanic nation's pain.
"You are weak to scream so much," Frankia commented. He sent a quick glance over his shoulder at Switzerland's brothers. "Are they as weak as you are?" The bedroom contained four queen-sized beds. Three of the beds were occupied by the Germanic brothers. Germany and Austria had been handcuffed to their beds on their backs. Switzerland was handcuffed on his stomach so Frankia could care for his back.
Switzerland bucked against Frankia, trying to get away from the empire. Not only was his back searing with pain, but he had a pounding headache at the front of his brain. Maybe the vodka hadn't been such a good idea.
"Shut up," Germany growled, twisting against his handcuffs uselessly.
"Or what?" Frankia tuned back to his work. Switzerland screamed again with the pain. "I do not think you can do much tied to beds." Germany gritted his teeth and shared a furious look with Austria. Switzerland inhaled sharply and tried to jerk away from Frankia's hands.
"Stop moving," Frankia sighed. "It is rather annoying." Finished with the glass, he set aside the forceps and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Switzerland twisted his wrist against the handcuffs, jerking at them until they cut into his wrists.
"I said stop." With that, Frankia proceeded to pour half the bottle of alcohol onto Switzerland's wound. The Germanic nation screamed and bucked wildly, his back burning with the intense pain.
"And I am finished," Frankia said, setting the bottle down and ungagging Switzerland. "You should feel better in a few days."
Switzerland sobbed into his pillow, trying to ignore the burning sensation dancing along his skin. He hadn't felt pain like this since the Sonderbund War. Rising from the chair, the empire left the room. Austria watched his predecessor silently. Germany waited until the door shut to speak.
"Switzerland, are you-?" he began.
"If you ask if I'm alright," Switzerland said through gritted teeth. "I-I'll shoot you."
"How are you doing, Switzerland?" Austria rephrased the question carefully. It would be best not to let Switzerland shoot holes through their younger brother.
"My back is burning," Switzerland moaned. "My head is pounding, my mouth is dry, and I think I might throw up."
"That would be the hangover," Austria said in a condescending tone. "I had no idea you couldn't hold your liquor."
"I can hold it just fine," Switzerland snapped then groaned when his back twinged. "There was something off about that vodka. It's not even a strong drink."
"Nein." Austria shook his head. "I remember the last time you drank. It was when Prussia-." He suddenly stopped speaking and closed his eyes.
Germany stared at the floor, silent. Switzerland nibbled on his lip, still trying to get over the pain. The death of Prussia was still hard on them. The others might have gotten over the loss of the ex-nation, but not the Germanic nations.
"I remember when Prussia decided he was going to be the most awesome ex-nation in the world," Germany finally said quietly. "And then I told him he was the only ex-nation in the world."
"I don't believe he ever lived up to being the most awesome ex-nation." Austria mused, slowly opening his eyes.
"Nein, he did," Switzerland sighed. "He did something no other ex-nation would have done."
"He gave his life," Germany whispered. "If he were alive right now, what do you think he would be doing?"
"That damn bruder of ours would be standing in the doorway," Switzerland growled. "Having already defeated Frankia, and gloating in our faces." Austria was about to comment when he suddenly started, staring off in shock.
"Was?" Switzerland tried to look over his shoulder at his older brother.
"I feel . . ." Austria paused for a second. "Like there is a ghost on my land."
Germany frowned that. "A ghost?" he repeated. "How is that even possible?"
"The only way a nation would feel a ghost," Switzerland said with narrowed eyes. "Is if it was an ex-nation."
The three brothers shared a look before saying the same name.
"Süden."
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Iceland shoved his paperwork away from him and groaned, rubbing his face. He was sitting alone at the conference table and growing more annoyed by the minute. Hong Kong had gone drinking with some of the other nations and she had never returned. Neither had any of the others.
"That is very cute," a voice said behind Iceland. "Do you rub behind your ears too? I think that would be cute as well."
Iceland whirled around in surprise to see a tall man standing behind him. He was as tall as Russia with dark hair. The man grinned, baring his teeth in such a way that had Iceland wishing he wasn't in the same room.
"Who are you?" Iceland demanded, subtly pushing his chair back.
"I am Khamag." The man bowed low. "And you are Iceland, I presume?" His dark eyes wandered over the fox-nation's form. "You are much like China said you were."
"China?" Iceland choked on his own spit in shock. What had the Asian nation said? It was bad enough that he was being cruel to Hong Kong.
"Da," Khamag said. "Though you are smaller than I expected, and cuter."
"You're a nation," Iceland said bluntly. "But I've never heard of you before." He needed to find a way to escape this nation before something bad happened.
"I had a different name," Khamag said with a nod. "But now my granddaughter has it. So I just go by Khamag right now."
"Your granddaughter?" Iceland repeated warily.
"Da, my granddaughter." Khamag smiled at the thought of his descendent. "Unfortunately she has not lived up to my expectations. But what can I say? She is her own nation."
"So, you're not a nation, then?" Iceland tucked his legs under his chair and placed his hands on the armrests.
"No, I am not a nation." Khamag leaned forward, grinning once more. "I am an empire."
Iceland eyes widened with realization. "Mongol Empire," he breathed.
"Da?" Khamag asked with a smirk.
Iceland needed out of the room. Shoving out of his chair, the Nordic nation darted around a surprised Khamag and out the door. He scrambled for purchase on the tiled floor and slammed into the wall trying to turn the corner. Thundering footsteps echoed down the hall behind Iceland.
Madly trying to get back on his feet, Iceland yelped when his tail was grabbed. He glanced back to see the ex-empire behind him. Khamag grinned and leaned forward, pulling Iceland against his chest and examining the small nation's ears.
"These are very interesting," Khamag commented. "What are they like?" His eyes widened when Iceland's ear twitched under his touch. Iceland wriggled in the empire's grip wildly. "Interesting."
Khamag yelped when Iceland sunk his sharp teeth into the empire's forearm. Jumping to his feet, Iceland tore down at the hall. He skidded to a stop at the first door he saw. An escape! Jerking at the handle, Iceland cursed when he found it locked.
"There you are." Iceland froze at the dark voice. "I do not like what you just did."
"What do you want from me?" Iceland asked, shivering as he heard the heavy footsteps slowly advance on him.
"I do not want much," Khamag said. "Maybe some nations in this hotel. But not right now." Iceland yelped when he was slammed against the locked door. "I simply want you at the moment."
"Let me go!" Iceland twisted in Khamag's firm grip. He wheezed when the arms around his stomach tightened painfully.
"Do be quiet," Khamag sighed. "Your shouting is rather irritating."
A hand gripped Iceland's jaw firmly. Iceland's eyes widened when his teeth were pried open painfully. Khamag dug in a pocket before shoving something in the Nordic nation's mouth. Iceland scrabbled at the leather strap in his mouth as Khamag locked the straps behind his head.
"Stop that," Khamag snapped, grabbing Iceland's arms. Iceland struggled to get the gag out of his mouth. He shook his head, bit down, and worked at it with his tongue. Nothing he did had any effect. He didn't notice what Khamag was doing until the straps of the straightjacket had been locked in place.
"Mph!" Iceland wrenched at his arms helplessly. His struggling knocked him back into Khamag's arms. The empire sighed and grabbed Iceland by the hair. Iceland gave a muffled shout when his head was rammed into the wall. He collapsed to the floor, watching the fuzzy figure tower over him.
"I did tell you to stop," were the last words Iceland heard before he passed out.
-.-'
Iceland clutched his head and moaned as he slowly woke up. Soft cloth rubbed against his cheek when he curled up tightly. Slowly, the small nation cracked an eye open. The first sight to greet him was a tall man towering over him. Yelping and scrambling backward, Iceland managed to slam his head into the bars behind him.
"What?" Iceland stared at his surroundings in shock. He'd been locked in a cage he couldn't stand up in. The floor was covered by a silk mattress.
"Privet, Little Iceland, are you well?" Russia stepped fully out of the shadows and crouched down beside Iceland's cage.
"Russia?" Iceland watched Russia with wild eyes. It was a look that reminded Russia of a nervous dog locked in a cage. "What are you doing here? Where are we?"
"Khamag captured me as well," Russia said gravely. "And it is not the first time."
"Khamag?" Iceland repeated, collapsing back onto the mattress. He winced when his back struck the metal bars.
"Da." Russia reached through the bars and gently massaged Iceland's back. "He captured me when I was very young. Khamag is a very frightening man."
"What does he want?" Iceland asked in a soft voice.
Russia shrugged. "He wanted me because I was once under his control," he said. "If China is not careful, Khamag will take him back too. Khamag is not one to keep his promises." Russia scratched his chin thoughtfully. "He is rather strange. He likes to collect nations that are one of a kind."
"One of a kind?" Iceland repeated.
"Da, one of a kind." Russia nodded. "I am not one of a kind. China and Canada are both very large nations. There are several nations with in the Arctic Circle. Turkey is also Eurasian. But you, you are not like us."
"Because I'm like this?" Iceland yanked an ear, ignoring the pain that shot through his body. "Because someone messed up a spell?"
Russia frowned. He reached through the bars to massage the tugged ear. "Da, but you are also the land of fire and ice," he said. "No other nation is that way."
"Hn," Iceland mumbled, unable to form a proper response.
"Iceland?" Russia frowned but didn't stop massaging the fox ear between his fingers. Soft snores were his only response from the island nation. "Iceland?" Russia stopped massaging Iceland's ear. "ICELAND!"
What?" Iceland jerked awake, his ears twitching around wildly.
"You fell asleep," Russia pointed out.
"That's what happens when you scratch my ears," Iceland mumbled. "I fall asleep."
"Da?" Russia cocked his head curiously. "I will have to remember that.
The door behind Russia creaked open and Lithuania poked his head in. "O-Oh, Russia," he said. "You're in here."
"Da." Russia looked over his shoulder. "What do you want?"
"I-I came to talk to Iceland." Lithuania shuffled nervously in place.
"About what?" Iceland asked, rolling onto his back. "Did something just get worse?"
Lithuania moved to kneel beside the cage. "Estonia and I were at the bar with Hong Kong two nights ago," he said.
"Hong Kong?" Iceland bolted upright. "What about her?"
"She was captured by China," Lithuania said as he ducked his head. "He said he was going to punish her."
"China?" Iceland froze, staring at his hands. "China took her?"
"Taip." Lithuania nodded sadly. "And he is not himself. I think he might actually hurt Hong Kong."
Nothing happened for several minutes. Russia and Lithuania exchanged a worried look. How was Iceland going to take this? Lunging forward with surprising speed, Iceland grabbed the bars of the cage and shook them while yelling in incoherent Icelandic. Lithuania fell back in surprise, landing on his butt. Iceland ignored the collar around his neck releasing small shocks of electricity as he continued to shout.
"Iceland," Russia said in a warning tone. Lithuania watched them worriedly from his position on the floor. Iceland ignored the larger nation and continued to shake the bars. "Iceland," Russia said again. Reaching through the bars, he grabbed an ear in two fingers and began to massage it.
Iceland froze in the middle of rattling a single bar. He blinked twice before sinking back onto the mattress below him. The ear massage seemed to have sent him into a sedated state. The young nation stared at the ceiling of his cage emotionlessly.
"Tell the others who are captured," Russia said in a low tone to Lithuania. "Rubbing his ears makes him fall asleep."
"Taip." Lithuania nodded and hurried from the room. Russia turned back to the quiet Iceland.
"Khamag will not take foolishness form his pets," the taller nation said warningly. Iceland choked back a sob at the word 'pet'. His worst nightmare had come true.
A/N: K9 units I choose you!
*K9 units use bite. It is very effective.*