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Estonia tried to stop the tray from shaking as he placed the tea in front of his intimidating house guest. Latvia was shaking in the corner next to Lithuania who was having trouble to stop from trembling as well.

"It was so nice of you to visit us Mr. Russia." Estonia tried to smile. Russia grinned back.

"Yeah. I thought I would come and see my good friends. After all, that's what good friends do, da?"

"Well, I think really good friends might give a message before coming to someone's house." Latvia squeaked. Estonia and Lithuania's faces went into shock.

"You idiot! You want to get us crushed?" Lithuania hissed at Latvia. "You don't say something like that to Russia! Especially when he comes to visit!"

"I'm sorry!" Latvia cried, "I didn't mean it Mr. Russia! I like having your intimidating presence hovering over me like a shadow of ultimate destruction in which I can tremor and hope to pass out from fright before you do anything to me!"

"Ohh!" Estonia and Lithuania quaked in dread. "Shut up!"

"Haa….." Russia smiled gently as he took the cup of tea and drank it quietly. He set down the saucer and closed his eyes in delight as he faced the Baltic States.

"Lithuania…" The long, brown-haired nation jumped when he heard his name. "You were friends with America for a while weren't you?"

"Oh, Mr. America?" Lithuania bit his lip. If there was one nation he always tried to avoid talking about to Russia, it was America. But now Russia was bringing it up and asking him to talk about it. "Um…well, yes. I did stay at his house, but only for a short time. I mean, it's much better to be protected by a stronger nation with more maturity Mr. Russia."

"Hey didn't America beat Russia to the moon shortly after you came back?" Latvia asked Lithuania. Estonia and Lithuania cringed and slammed their hands over Latvia's mouth while fretting like crazy.

"Why did you have to bring up the space race? You know Russia hates anyone mentioning that time!"

The three felt a terrible chill crawl into their backs and they looked to Russia. His back was facing them, but their faces turned blue as they saw the aura emanating around him like a black-purple mist.

"He didn't mean it Mr. Russia! He was only trying to recall the glorious moment when you sent the first man into space! That itself was a great accomplishment! In fact if you hadn't done it first, I don't think America could have ever landed on the moon first!"

Lithuania trembled when he realized what he said. Russia stood up, letting loose an even more terrifying aura then before. He turned to look at the Baltic nations with a childlike expression as his aura faded.

"I just remembered I have two cats waiting at home. I need to go back so I can make sure they are alright. Is that alright with you tri?"

"Oh, of course Mr. Russia!" Estonia quickly replied, "We wouldn't want to do anything to keep you from an important task like that! You feel free to do whatever you want! We don't mind in the least!"

"He…" Russia smiled, "It's good to know I have such good friends, da?"

Russia calmly left the house carrying his pipe out with him. The Baltic States let out sighs of relief once he was gone.

"Were you trying to get us all killed?" Estonia barked at Latvia.

"I'm sorry! It's his presence! I just can't think straight when he's around! His eyes alone burn holes into my skull which all my sense and reason leaks out of!"

"Then why do you say anything at all?" Lithuania chastised. "Well, at least he's gone. I better go clean up after him."

"I need a cup of coffee after a fright like that." Estonia muttered holding his head as the migraine began settling in.

Lithuania was busy cleaning about an hour after Russia left when he came to the front hall. He noticed something hanging on the rack.

"What? That doesn't belong to me. It looks too big for Latvia and I'm pretty sure I've never seen Estonia wear it unless…Dieve! It's Russia's coat isn't it?" Lithuania started gripping his broom tighter.

"That means he's going to have to come back here to pick it up! But maybe I can go over to his house and give it to him. No, I can't do that! I can barely stand having him here! But he hardly ever forgets his coat, how could he just leave it. Wait, he left it on purpose didn't he? He did leave it on purpose! And now he's going have an excuse to come back!"

Just as Lithuania was thinking this to himself, the doorbell rang. He jumped and stared at in in fear.

"S-so soon?" he trembled. He slowly reached for the door and opened it up bowing so low he could only see his own boots if he had his eyes open.

"I'm terribly sorry for earlier! I haven't finished cleaning so I hope you're not offended in any way!"

"I say chap, I know I was uninvited, but It's not all that dear…"

Lithuania opened his eyes and looked up. A blonde haired, bushy browed nation stood in front of him looking at him in confusion.

"You…You're not Russia!"

"Uh…last I checked, no. I'm just Britain." He rubbed the back of his head, "Listen if this is a bad time…"

"No! No!" Lithuania exclaimed gesturing for Britain to come in. "I just didn't expect you to appear on my front doorstep. But it is a pleasant surprise!"

"Oh, well thank you." Britain said as he stomped off the snow from his boots and entered the house. He turned to Lithuania.

"I'm actually just here to ask a few questions. You spend time with America didn't you?"

"Uh, Mr. America?" Lithuania blinked. "Well yes I did stay at his house for a while, but I had to come back after he went broke. You know, during the 1930's."

"The Great Depression. Yes, yes." Britain nodded. "Did he ever confide anything to you? Information, personal feelings?"

"Well, he did tell me that he had trouble throwing away some sentimental things at one time, but not anything extraordinary. Why do you ask?"

Britain sighed. "It's probably going to go public if it gets worse anyway so you should know. America has gone missing."

"What?" Lithuania gasped, "Disappeared? How? When?"

"Nearly a month ago actually, just vanished into thin air. The only trace we have of him is his coat. Not only that but Italy is missing too and Germany is blaming his absence on America. Of course, he takes America's lack of appearance as a sign that he's hiding something. We're trying to do all we can to find them both, but so far there's been little luck."

"That's terrible!" Lithuania frowned. "I wish I could help you, but I just can't think of anything that would be useful to you."

"Well, it was worth a try." Britain tried to smile. "Just let me know if anything…"

Britain noticed the coat hanging on the rack.

"Is Russia here?" he asked pointing to the coat. Lithuania turned to see what he was referring to.

"Huh? Oh no, I'm sorry. He was here, but left about an hour ago. He must've forgotten his coat before leaving. He'll probably be back to pick it up later on."

Britain got a closer look at it and noticed that his coat was dirtier than it had been at the meeting. It had some hair covering it. Not only that, but it was also divided into two shades. One was darker and red while the other was light and blonde. Very much like what was on the inside of America's jacket.

"What's this?" Britain asked.

"It looks like hair. Short hair at that." Lithuania noticed. "Oh yes! I remember Russia mentioning something about having to go back home to care for two cats. It's probably just cat hair."

Britain looked at Lithuania curiously. "Russia keeps animals in his house?"

"I guess," Lithuania shrugged before holding a finger to his chin. "But you know, I've never heard him mention having cats ever before. He might have gotten them recently."

Britain pulled out some small evidence bags and took a couple of samples of both hairs from Russia's coat. He turned back to Lithuania.

"Hey, do you know where Russia was headed when he left."

"I think he was on his way home. He should be there by now."

"Well then, I'll think I'll pay him a little visit. I'd like to see these new cats of his." He started to leave when Lithuania stopped him and grabbed Russia's coat.

"IF you're going to Russia's place, do you think you could take this to him?" he asked while handing Britain the coat. "I would hate for him to waste time coming all the way over here just to get that."

"Sure thing dear fellow!" Britain nodded. "I'll be sure to get it to him!" and with that, he left. Lithuania went back into the house and began cleaning with a much cheerier mood now that he knew that Russia's excuse for coming back was going to be delivered to his house.

Russia walked through the grocery store as he picked out various ingredients. He was never a believer in packaged cat food, or packaged anything for that matter. He liked, as many Russians, to make meals by hand, even if it was for cats.

"I think I'll get beef da? That seems like good enough for those little ones."

He picked up some cheap meat, root vegetables, and a few other items and headed to the checking counter with his typical smile. The equally gentle-smiling Russian woman checked out his items, oblivious to who he really was, and gave his total. Russia paid his fee and went to wait at the bus stop.

"I wonder how those little one's are in that big house of mine? They better not have gotten into any trouble while I was away."

"Russia?" came a voice.

Russia turned to see a familiar face come out of a car coated in snow. The man waived his hand motioning for Russia to come.

"Britain?" Russia asked as he came over to his Allied nation. "What are you doing here?"

"I actually had just come from the Baltics place. I wanted to ask Lithuania a couple questions and decided to give you a visit. Oh by the way, you left your coat at their house so I took it so I could give it back to you."

"Ah…." Russia smiled. "That was very kind of you Britain. Bol'shoye spasibo."

"Any time!" Britain scuffed his foot in the snow. "By the way, Lithuania said that you mentioned needing to care for a couple of cats. Is that so?"

"Da," Russia nodded, "I actually found them after our meeting. They were wandering around the building, so I took them back with me."

"They were wandering around the meeting building?" Britain blinked. "How the bloody hell did they get in there?"

"No idea, but whatever the case, I need to get back home to them."

"Well then," Britain offered, "Let me give you a lift!"

Russia accepted the offer and the two sped towards Russia's home. It was dark when they arrived, and Russia worked the lock into the key and opened the front door. However, the moment he saw how dark and cold it was inside, he knew something was wrong.

"Someone has broken into my home." He said simply. Britain stepped back as Russia's aura began emanating from his body. Even the supernatural wizard Britain couldn't help but fear the Russian's demeanor. He quickly lit an oil lamp in the corner and noticed a window slightly open.

"That window is open, you think that perhaps it was used?"

"But my windows don't open wide enough for even children to get through. It would've had to have been something small like say…"

"A cat?" suggested Britain.

"Yeah, like a….wait, where are those little ones?"

"I think that they might have been the ones that did this." Britain suggested pointing to the window. Russia could see little paw prints against the pane and frost collecting around the ones they left in the house.

"Poor little things." Russia sighed, "They wouldn't have lasted for an hour out there."

Russia closed the window and lit a fire in the hearth. He lit a few oil lamps he kept stored and proceeded to put away his groceries. Britain was getting the vibe that he wasn't exactly welcome in that particular moment and excused himself.

"Uh, I have some pressing business back in London. Please let me know if you learn anything alright."

"Da, I do that." Russia replied stiffly.

Britain got into his car and sped off through the Russian snow.

Italy yawned and rubbed his eyes. He looked over to America who was still deep in slumber. Italy was about to wake him when he heard a rumbling sound come from America. He looked at him in surprise and was pretty sure he recognized that noise from regular cats. Curious, he placed a paw behind America's ear and started to scratch as best he could. The rumbling sound got louder and Italy knew without a doubt that America was purring. Italy watched as America smiled pleasantly and swayed his fluffy tail around. He mumbled in his sleep.

"Hmm...That's right baby, squirt that ketchup…all over my hot dog…you gorgeous woman who works in a fast food restaurant."

"He he! I wonder how he's going to react when he finds out." Italy chuckled. Curious, he watched as America rolled onto his back. Italy instantly jumped on his stomach much as Romano would do with Spain when he was younger. America sat up instantly and shouted in surprise.

"Gak! Don't jump on me like that!" America barked. "I was having an awesome dream too…"

"Oh I could tell!" Italy smiled waiving his tail in anticipation, "You were purring like my cars back home!"

"Well if you could tell I was enjoying myself, then why's you…" America's eyes flung open and his face turned red. He looked to Italy.

"I do not purr!"

Italy smiled and waved a paw at him. "Are you sure?"

America turned his head and stuck his nose in the air. "Humph! I might be stuck in this body, but I'm not as weak willed as you to start even acting remotely like a…!"

Italy reached up and started scratching America behind his ears. America almost melted from the pleasure he got from the sensation.

"Oh…oh…" his eyes went all wistful and he started rumbling like a motorboat. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and smacked Italy's paws away. His face was bright red.

"D-don't do that again!" He flustered, "And don't you dare tell anyone about this when we get back!"

"It's ok!" Italy smiled, "You don't have to worry!" He turned to look out of the hole. "Ve! I think it's calmed down since last night!" He crawled out of the hole to look around. America watched him go. Once Italy was outside, America slowly brought his paw up to his ear and started to slowly scratch. The moment he did, his eyes fell back into their dreamy state.

"Holy crap, that's magnificent! Oh…oh sweet baby, yes! Yes!"

America couldn't help it, he let out the string of hearty purrs from his throat as he felt this wondrous sensation. He was snapped back to reality when he heard Italy call for him. He shook his head straight and crawled out of the hole.

"Ve~! What we're you doing in there?" Italy asked. America went red.

"None of your business!" He shouted. Italy just smiled understandingly.

"You we're purring again weren't you?" he grinned.

America only got redder. "Shut up!" he puffed. "Anyway, do we have any idea where to go? Preferably somewhere with more sun!"

"Well, we could go south. It should still be warm down there." Italy suggested thinking of his own home.

"Fine by me!" America nodded. They both made their way through the snow, but unfortunately between the indistinguishable blanket of snow (which nearly buried them when they walked through it) and the strange land they were in, it was impossible to tell which was north and which was south.

"Well, this was a nice plan until it backfired!" America groaned after they had wandered around aimlessly for a while. Now what?"

"Ve! Wait a minute!" Italy looked over a ledge to see a river not far away. It flowed gently along since the water level was low in the winter.

"Let's go by river!" Italy suggested. "The rivers flow to the south and we'll have a rest because of it!"

"Ok, sounds good to me!"

The both of them set about to finding a boat. Lucky enough, there was a little shack not far off which had a little boat tied to the dock. America chewed right through it and soon the two of them were floating along the river with ease. They floated along the Oka River until it flowed into the Volga which sailed south towards the Caspian Sea.

Unfortunately, they were unaware that the waters were travelling by were going to get very rough later on.

Britain removed his coat and went into the elevator. He pressed a certain sequence of the elevator buttons which opened up an entirely different keypad from the wall. He entered the code and was asked to give a finger and eye scan. He gave it promptly and listened as the elevator went down the special shaft that was reserved for private personnel only.

The elevator opened up and he walked into a room filled with all kinds of information and global observation devices. It was only to be expected of course considering that he did just walk into one of the top bases of the British secret intelligence. Everyone acknowledged him promptly as he went by.

Meanwhile, a young man behind one of the computers noticed him pass by and how much attention he got. He leaned over to the man sitting next to him.

"Pardon me William but, who is that bloke?"

"Him? You don't know? Oh, that's right you haven't been here for long. Well you see, that's Mr. Britain."

The young man looked back to the country. "A code name huh? I suppose I'm not supposed to know his actual name then."

"Oh, that is his actual name." the older man replied.

"Really? Who is he?"

The older man smiled, "Why that's our beloved nation, the Great Britain himself!"

"Uh…" the young man cocked his head, "I don't follow you."

"No matter," the older man said patting him on the back, "You soon will. I was just as confused as you are when I first meet him."

Britain marched to the DNA testing area where the hair and jacket were being analyzed. "Well?" he asked, "What do we know?"

"Not much unfortunately" replied a scientist. "The hair we found definitely belongs to Mr. Italy and Mr. America, but other than that, we can't tell much else. The hair is the only evidence we have. There's no blood or any sign of struggle."

"Hmm…" Britain thought. He pulled out the samples with him. "I want you to test this hair as well. How soon can you have the results?"

"Four days. Three if things go smoothly."

"Right, let me know as soon as you get the results."

"Germany-san, I don't know if speaking to my onee-chan is a very good idea."

"I know, it probably is a foolish proposition but, I think that it would be best to try and solve this as calmly as we can. I don't want to do anything rash unless we know our enemy has done something to give us cause to fight back. The Allies just recently came back from a meeting in Paris. I am going to try and talk to France to see if he will tell me anything. However, I would like you to ask China what he knows as well."

"I think that they will be rather suspicious of our interest in their knowledge." Japan noted.

"Ja, I know. However, no one is as good as sensing the mood as you Japan. I want you to go over and ask a few questions. Don't get to invasive, but try to get a vague idea of what happened and what they know. Even a little information is better than nothing."

"Hai." Japan nodded, "I agree with that statement Mr. Germany."

"Gut." Germany nodded. "I will contact you in a few weeks to ask for a briefing of what you know. Right now, the best thing we can do is gather Intel."

"Very well. I will try to do my best. Sayōnara."

"Ja." Germany replied. "Auf Wiedersehen."

Japan left Germany's office and made his way downstairs. Germany sat down and rubbed his brow. It had been nearly two months since Italy disappeared and Germany felt as if he wasn't any closer to finding him.

"Damn!" He thought to himself. "I feel so worthless. I know that I'm missing something. Something is right in front of my face, but I just can't grasp it. I almost feel like Italy had walked up to me and I just completely failed to see him. The Allies are probably getting ready for Armageddon and I'm barely any closer than I was when I started. The only thing that could make this worse…."

"Where is he?! Where is the potato-eating bastardo!?"

Germany looked up as he heard an all too familiar cursing voice echo down the hall. A silhouette of a head with a curl sticking out came against the glass of his office door. Germany wanted to pretend it was Italy outside, but he knew better than that. He looked with a strained face as the less pleasant Italian brother slammed the door open.

"There you are!" Romano shouted raising a fist threateningly. "Alright enough games you jackass! Tell me where mi fratello is!"

"I don't know." Germany answered honestly. Romano slammed his hands on Germany's desk.

"Porcheria! I know that idiot likes to spend every waking moment with you! I'll never know why, but you better tell me where he is! Even if he does prefer spending time with you, he never ignores me for so long! What have you done to him?!"

"I haven't done anything!" Germany replied defensively. "Italy has disappeared!"

"Che cosa?!" Romano exclaimed starting to smack Germany on the head (it didn't really do anything) "And you didn't tell me?! What the hell is wrong with you bastardo?! I'm his brother dammit! I should know firsthand when my idiot little brother is in trouble!"

"Listen." Germany said as patiently as he could. "We are trying everything we can to get him back. He's been gone for nearly two months, but there's been little we can go on to find…"

"Lasci perdere! It's pointless depending on potato bastards like you! I'll find him myself without your help!"

With that, Romano turned and slammed the door to his office closed as he left.

"Wait! Be careful! We had the halls cleaned today! They're still…!"

Germany could hear the sound of Romano slipping and crashing into the floor swearing up a storm that would make even the most proficient sailor gasp.

"...wet." Germany finished.

He sighed. Romano might have been little more than a shouting swear machine, but he was right. Germany hadn't done anything useful in finding Italy. It's just, he didn't know what to do. There was literally nothing to go on. No footage, no trails. Nothing.

Germany smoothed his pale blonde hair back. "I hope Japan is able to find something out. I don't think I'll be able to get much out of that kraut France."

America and Italy were lying almost dead at the bank of the Caspian Sea. They had sorely miscalculated how smoothly the trip would have gone. They had run into some terrible rapids that had nearly sucked them under and banged them to pieces. America had barely managed to drag Italy to the shore before collapsing from exhaustion. They lay there completely exhausted and immobile.

It just so happened that some poachers were stopping by the shores to rest before heading into China. One of the men noticed the two lying on the beaches. He came over and very carefully (he was used to dealing with vicious animals) examined them.

"Hey! These two are still alive!" He grabbed them by the scruff of their neck and brought them over to the rest of the crew.

"What are they?" one guy asked.

"They look like regular cats!" spat another. "How are we supposed to make money with those?"

"Hey!" retorted the many carrying them, "They won't eat much and if they die, they die. Hell, we might be able to get a nice price for them. They might be worth something in the right hands!"

The others looked at each other and nodded. "Ok fine, we'll add them to the cargo. Just lock them in one of the spare cages. If they eat more than a cup, they're more trouble than they're worth."

The man nodded and threw Italy and America into the cage and strung them up on top of the cargo of wild and stolen domestic animals. They all got into their vehicles and sped off to China's place unaware of just what valuable cargo they had picked up.

Four days later, Britain got a call from the base.

"Hello? Do you have anything yet?"

"Yes actually, we double checked to make sure we were doing it right, but there's no doubt about it. The materials you gave us are just more samples of the same hair. We found both Mr. Italy and Mr. America's DNA in the samples you gave us. They're the exact same. Where did you get them?"

"From Russia's…coat…"

Britain instantly slammed the phone back into the holder and began switching the numbers he needed. The phone rang for a moment or two before a voice picked up.

"Is this the British ambassador?" Britain asked.

"Speaking." The voice replied.

"Listen, I'm going to need you to board some men I'm sending over. They're going to be working on investigations over there. I've got some suspicions about our Russian comrade. Don't let any news of this leak out understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Good."

The phone was slammed back on its holder. Britain's great eyebrows furrowed as he let out a breath through clenched teeth in frustration.

"What the hell is going on? What's happened to you America?"