Important AN: I totally forgot to mention that Romano's gun jammed, and that's why 2P Canada wasn't hurt.

"Get off of me! I don't even know who you are!" Prussia pushed away from Canada and onto his feet. As soon as he was crouched and ready to stand, he fell over with his hand on his head. "What did you do to me?" he moaned. "Tell me where H.R.E is, you- you monsters!"

Canada was unsure of what to do. He panicked and put his hands out in a calming and defensive position in front of him, palms out. "P-Prussia, please calm down," he said, with little convection. He crouched down and put his hand on Prussia's shoulder. "Prussia, please-"

"Look at me, do I look like a little kid? Are you blind? I'm a nation, representative of the great country of Prussia. I'll never die, and never fade. You better respect me, boy." Prussia looked from Canada to momentarily survey the landscape.

Canada sighed, trying to regain his composure. "Yes, Prussia, I know that you're a nation-"

Prussia put his hand up to silence Canada. His gaze had drifted past the blonde nation, and was fixed on a point behind him. "Romano? Is that you? My, my… How have you grown so quickly? Are you a world power?"

Romano sighed in exasperation. "No, Prussia…"

"How did you get so big, then? You're almost as large as Spain!"

Romano visibly recoiled at his lost lover's name. His face transitioned from passive irritation to a pained grimace. He crossed his arms and turned his back toward Prussia and Canada. Even from behind, Canada and Prussia could see Romano put his head in his hands. They heard a repressed sob slip from deep inside Romano's throat.

"It'll be fine, Romano…" Canada whispered, his eyes shifting to the ground.

"Did something happen to Spain…?" Prussia asked with worried curiosity.

"Listen Prussia," Canada said, doing his best to take charge of the situation. "The year… The year is not the year you think it is. Its four hundred years after that. We are in the twenty-third century." Canada struggled to make his voice heard. He was unsure of how to react in this situation, and rarely ever took charge. He was rather uncomfortable.

Prussia chuckled in disbelief. "You must be joking." In response, Canada merely looked at the space between his feet, which was suddenly overwhelmingly interesting. "No, no, you're lying. You're lying!"

Canada looked to Romano in desperation. He was about to ask for help, but he saw that Romano was in no condition to do anything at the moment. He sighed and reached into his coat pocket, retrieving a sleek, gray, rubbery rectangle. He gently tugged off the rubber to reveal red tinted metal on one side, and a black canvas on the other. "The case is for protection, like from water or if I drop it. It's my cell phone," he mumbled. He held the phone up so Prussia could see the black side. He swiped his finger along it and it lit up white. He quickly tapped a few more buttons and suddenly a menu of dates and times invaded the screen.

Prussia was startled at the new and sudden development. When Canada held it out for him to touch, he was unsure. But nonetheless, he tentatively reached out his left index finger and clicked the first little square to catch his attention.

The screen shifted from it's hard, blocky home screen to a view, to a set of four nearly identical pictures which depicted pastoral scenes, rolling green hills with a few sparse trees and a blue sky with lazy clouds, on a (probably) lazy Sunday afternoon.

"When there are dates above the little boxes, it's my photo album," Canada said. "Looks like you've picked a specific day. These are some pictures I took that day. There's ah… a camera on the phone."

"Amazing…" Prussia whispered under his breath. "How are the pictures so… so clear and colorful?"

"I'm not really sure how the technology works, but watch this." Canada swept his finger across the screen again and the pictures changed. They very much resembled their predecessors, but there was one major difference. Prussia noticed himself in one of the pictures, his face smushed up against… that man's face-

"What is your name?" Prussia asked, breaking the whimsical silence.

"Canada, or Matthew. Whichever," Canada responded.

Prussia nodded and looked back at the screen. He tapped it again and the screen swished to the next set of four. Prussia gasped.

There was a picture of Canada smiling – the most beautiful smile Prussia had ever seen – setting down a plate of short stacks.

There was a picture of him, hands on his hips. He was wearing aviators and a cocky smile.

There was a goofy picture of Prussia lying on the grass in a girly position, legs up and ankles crossed, with one hand under his chin. A crown of flowers that were most likely actually weeds adorning his head.

And then there was a picture with Prussia and Canada in lip-lock.

Prussia's eyes widened. "What is this?" He slapped the phone out of Canada's hand. It landed with a dull thud on the ground.

Canada calmly picked it up and dialed a number.

Prussia felt something vibrate on his hip, and a lighthearted melody began to sing. He reached into his pocket to investigate what on earth could be making that noise. He pulled out an almost identical phone, except his was black. He looked to Canada and mirrored the blonde's posture, raising the phone to his ear.

Canada's soft voice whispered directly into his ear. "You have a phone, too."

XxXxXxX

"We have to keep him safe. If you hurt him I swear to ever loving God I will personally rip you apart limb by limb," Spain growled.

2P Canada, who only survived his last encounter with the originals because Romano's gun jammed, sat across from Spain. "I'm the best hunter around, but I don't wanna be hunting them two. There are two Canadas, so one of 'ems gotta go, and I don't want it to be me." 2P Canada slumped in his chair and crossed his arms.

"Speaking of dying 2P's, we need to talk about Germany and America," 2P France said. He scratched at his stubbly chin and reached for his wine glass.

"That's a tough one…" Spain grumbled. Germany was supposed to be the brains of the operations, but after his mysterious death, Spain had taken the position. "We're not sure how it's even possible for America or Germany to have died. I mean, they didn't even have as standing original rep when they died. There was no one to take their place." Spain let out an exasperated sigh and tried not to bang his head against the table multiple times.

"Thank you, captain obvious," someone mumbled under their breath.

"You're welcome, sergeant sarcasm," Spain quickly retorted. Addressing the group once more, Spain said, "Our next goal is to figure out what the hell is going ton with these deaths sans reps. But before we do that, we need to work on capturing Matthew and Romano." Spain turned to Canada. "Prussia is dissolved, correct?"

Canada nodded.

"Good. That means we can work on finding our little, lost puppies. They couldn't have gone far from the lake." Spain pressed a button on the side of the conference table and a 3D holographic map rose from the table top. He took out a stick not unlike a rather long conductor's baton, or the kind that teachers used to point to things on a chalkboard. He thrust the stick into the transparent landscape and tapped on a glaring red dot. "This is where we saw the plane come down. This is where we last saw them." He pointed to a blue dot. "So, any ideas on how to capture them?"

Canada cleared his throat. "Well, they have a lot of stuff still here in Europe somewhere. They'll probably come back for it. I know Matthew has a private jet somewhere in his home, but I don't know exactly where."

"But what if they stay in North America?"

"They won't," Russia interjected. "I have some information from my flowery little sister. She knew that she would probably be captured, so she told Romano the location of my home on the plane before they took off. She asked him to come collect her if he had the chance. Knowing our little Romano, they would feel obligated to come pick up his little damsel in distress. They will come."

Spain piped up. "That's excellent news, Russia. So how will we capture them?" Spain didn't even need to ask, he already knew the answer.

Russia smiled. "It is simple. My house is wired with state of the art technology that can easily warn me of an intruder. He come to my home, I capture him and his little buddies. Spain will get Romano, and Canada will get Matthew. I keep Belarus locked up in my basement."

"I have no problem with that at all," Hungary said in a feminine yet sly voice. Her dark purple dress shifted as she leaned over, elbows and boobs on the table as her hands laced under her chin. (Someone had once wrote her a poem that rhymed "jailbait" with "Stalemate." Hungary beat him into submission and he was never seen from again.) "I just want a go with both of our little boys before we give them away," she pouted. "Is that ok?"

Spain growled. She said it like she was the goddamn queen of the place, all high pitched and snobby.

"No!" Canada and Spain said simultaneously.

"Why not?" she whined.

"Need a little cheese with that whine, doll?" France said. He mimicked her pose and stared at her from across the table, a smirk growing on his lips.

"If our Prussia was still alive, he wouldn't have stood for this." She crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air. "Humph!" she squeaked.

"I'm sorry, your majesty," France said, sarcasm dripping from his words.

Spain sighed in irritation. "Come now, ladies-"

"Hey!" Shouted France.

"Ladies," Spain continued, "Let's keep the fighting down to a minimum until we get this whole fiasco settled and sorted out. Then you can swing a punch or seven. Your petty fights are for a different day, and that day is not in sight. You better sit tight and tone down the attitude."

France looked at Spain in utter discontent. "You are so boring-"

"France," a voice purred from the other end of the conference table. "France, I brought cupcakes. Want one?" A cotton-candy-colored England set a platter on the middle of the table, making the holographic map glitch and disappear.

France shuttered. "What are we going to do, play Russian Roulette cupcake edition? Everyone would lose, all of your cupcakes are poisoned," France sighed, stating the obvious.

"But you're all immune by now, aren't you?" England pouted. Almost no one could resist his adorable bow tie and round blue eyes. Almost everyone, except all the nations sitting at the table.

"Oh my god, sit down and SHUT UP!" Spain shouted, standing up and slamming his hands against the table. "You all need to focus and get back on track. Your incessant talking was the pennies on the track! You've all derailed my train of thought more in the past five minutes than in the past five months! So shut the fuck up!"

Everyone in the room settled and sat down, grumbling about how controlling Spain was.

"Thank you. So, if they DO stay in North America, I'd like some volunteers to take then down. We need good trackers, someone whose been around the block a few times."

Japan silently raised his tattooed hand. "I'll go. I can track just about anything, living or dead."

XxXxXxX

Belarus lay on her side. After she had lied to Russia about what she told Romano, her elder brother had let her go. She was now in a semi-comfortable bed, under a semi-comfortable blanket in a semi-comfortable room.

Well, she hadn't really lied about what she told Romano, she merely omitted a very important part of what she told Russia. Yes, she had told Romano where her brother's house was, but Russia didn't know that she had warned Romano not to come unless they were absolutely certain that they would be safe. She had also warned him about all the fancy electronics guarding the house.

She had also told Romano about what would save them, why they were able to kill the 2Ps. Belarus smiled as she remembered the good she had done. The smile turned into a cringe as she accidentally brushed up against a wound inflicted by her brother.

But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that her boys were safe, and she had done her part to protect them.

AN: A) Sorry about not updating in like forever… I kind of forgot that this existed.

B) What on EARTH could Bela and Romano know that can save the originals? Why are the 2P's dying? Will we ever know? Yes. Yes you will.

C) The whole "I need this many reviews to put up the next chapter" has been 100000000% revoked. I put the chapters up when I feel like it. Hoorah!