The way to the meeting place took way longer of course, and they had to stop two times to ask for directions.

Hong Kong didn't quite understand why he hadn't just let Norway give him a description of the route.

During their second stop Iceland held on to text Norway where exactly the meeting was.

He didn't wait until he answered and just drove on.

At the next traffic light he checked his phone again.

"Nothing", he said in an annoyed voice. "My messages won't even send. I really wonder where he is. It looks like his phone is out of range. I don't know if I can reach the others. Looks like we'll have to ask for them once we're there."

About half an hour later had not only made it to the city, but had also learned that four men with a description fitting the Nordics had been seen driving in the direction of the old ruins of a church that used to stand in the Eastern part of the city.

"But what would they be doing in some church ruins?" Iceland asked himself quietly.

"Maybe they had to drive past it to get to the meeting place?" Hong Kong proposed and Iceland nodded slowly.

"Well, we'll find out once we're there."

The young Nordic could already see the ruins and a sign. He stopped to see what was on it, then just shook his head.

"What does it say?" Hong Kong, who couldn't understand Norwegian in the slightest, asked.

"In a nutshell," Iceland answered, "it warns you about spiritual activity in and around the ruins I guess. That's so Norway."

Hong Kong remained silent. "Do you think this is why we can't reach them on their phones?" he finally asked, causing Iceland to snort.

"Of course not! There aren't any ghosts! Stuff like that doesn't exist. Norway just pretends to be talking to those trolls, I bet. And even if they were real, they'd be with him and not going against him here."

The Asian nodded, but didn't seem very convinced.

"Come on." Iceland motioned for him to sit on the moped again. "I'm sure they just passed through here."

The motor of the moped was started again and they drove on…until it stopped again a few meters away.

Iceland noticed Hong Kong's questioning look. "The motor's acting up. I'll try to fix it, but it will take a while."

After the questioning look came his mysterious smile again. "Do you think the ghosts have something to do with this?"

The Nordic averted his gaze. "There are no ghosts, how many times do I have to repeat that! It's just an old machine…I guess, and it needs maintenance."

"I think," Hong Kong said in his usual voice, looking at the ruins, "that ghosts are very real."

"Oh really?" the Nordic answered in a bit of an annoyed voice while he was checking the motor. "And why?"

"I belonged to England, remember? He's like your brother, with all the magic and stuff. And I got to watch him practicing it, too. Those things he and Norway talk to are real, and so are those 'haunted' places and curses. Do you see those?" he motioned at his eyebrows which were thicker than usual ones. "That's a curse. England did it and it can't be reversed. So I think if they actually put up a sign – and especially because your brother seems to be into magic and all of this too – it should be taken seriously."

"Whatever," Iceland said as he stood up and rubbed the dirt off his hands. "Fact is that I can't seem to get this thing to work again. Just wonderful." His gaze wandered to the Asian who was looking at the ground.

"What now?"

Hong Kong motioned to something on the ground. "There are traces of a car. Do think it could be the others?"

Iceland followed his hand and noticed the broad traces of tires on the ground. "They look like they're not that old either. I guess it won't hurt to follow them."

He heard Hong Kong following him quietly. Somehow, the Asian seemed to think that their situation was far more tense than Iceland thought of it.

Still, he wasn't a fan of searching for the others in the whole city. It probably was better to listen to Hong Kong's advices, even though he still didn't really believe the whole ghost thing.

"I can see it!" Iceland shouted, as he suddenly saw Denmark's car in the ruins.

He was relieved to have found it – the searching would come to an end.

"Nore!" he shouted as he ran towards the car, waving. But he got no response. The car was now only a few meters away from him.

Still nothing.

He peeked through the windows, only to realize that the car was empty.