The snow fall in Moscow was way too heavy for this time of year. It was supposed to be the beginning of spring, but still, it snowed as if it were still winter. Sweden was both annoyed and confused by this, not completely understanding why it would snow so much during the spring.

But, still he continued driving with his broken right leg on the gas pedal, completely used to surpassing his injuries by now. Every single nation had broken some bone at some point in their modern lives, so, really, it was nothing new to have continue their normal lives with broken appendages.

After hours of travelling, the sun was high up in the sky and Sweden finally arrived to his destination. He, of course, was amazed t the sight of Russia's mansion, completely taken aback by the sheer beauty.

It seemed as if Russia had somehow taken a castle of his earlier years, along with its surroundings, and brought to this remote location in the edge of Moscow. The walls were white and there were dozens of windows all around the structure, along with a large and wooden front door.

Even if he didn't like the Russian, Sweden had to at least admit his house was rather impressive. But, grunting as he grabbed his crutches, Sweden made his way out of the car and onto the lightly snowed on grass. He walked up straight to the house, then knocked loudly on the door.

He waited patiently for what seemed like minutes before someone finally opened the door, but not the someone he was expecting.

"Sweden? What are you doing here?" Canada asked as he swung the door open completely, allowing Sweden to look into the house.

There was a grand staircase to the end of the room, and there Russia stood with Canada's annoying polar bear on his shoulder. Canada's eyes were curious and questioning, and Russia's were too, seeing how Sweden had never come to Russia's house if there wasn't any kind of conflict.

Sweden blinked at the two occupants of the house, shook his head, and allowed his face to morph into his usual stony one.

"We n'ed t' t'lk." Was all the Swede said before he entered the house, Canada scurrying after him to close the door.

Russia looked on at Sweden suspiciously, but still stepped down from the stairs and offered him his hand. "It has been too long, Sweden." He greeted with a small smile.

Sweden grunted but still shook the slightly taller man's hand, then looked at Canada, who was standing beside the tall nations.

"What are you doing here, Sweden? I thought you were supposed to be healing over in your house?" Canada asked yet again, making Sweden grunt once more.

"W's s'pposed t'." Sweden mumbled. "B't we h've a sm'll pr'blem w'th D'nny."

Instantly after his words, both Canada and Russia's eyes narrowed, their bodies tensing immediately. Sweden noticed this, but didn't even let it affect him.

"H' w's k'dnapped." Sweden told them, only for Russia to nod stiffly.

"We knew that already. What we don't know is who did this, where they took him, and why?" Russia spoke tensely, letting Sweden's worst fears; and maybe even slightest hopes; be confirmed.

Denmark needed Russia. Russia wanted Denmark.

"W'll, I kn'w the 'nswer t' th'se qu'stions." Sweden looked directly at Russia's eyes, showing the taller nation that he would not back down.

A minute or two passed as Russia and Sweden glared at each other, all the while Canada wondered what Sweden could know.

It's not like... Canada gasped at these thoughts, making both tall nations turn to him.

"The Nordics!" He exclaimed, looking at Sweden's face morph from stoic to shock. "Did you take Denmark?"

Sweden's eyes narrowed on the shorter nation, but he nodded stiffly. Russia's eyes widened at this, making him grasp Sweden's shoulder and look him straight in the eyes.

"Did you kidnap Daniya? Why?!"

Sweden growled and shrugged of the Russian's hands, all the while Russia glared at him darkly. "I d'dn't k'dnap D'nny. Icey an' Norge did."

Both Canada and Russia were stunned silent, but Sweden only breathed in deeply and began talking. And how he hated to talk so much.

"Th'y took h'm 'cause we're w'rried." He looked at Russia directly in the eyes with this. "He's n't r'ght in h's h'ad. An' Norge an' Ice th'ught you, R'ssia, were t' b' bl'med."

Really, Sweden hated talking so much. His words were awkward and slow and he knew that if he wasn't scary looking, any idiot would make fun of him for how he spoke. Fortunately, though, he was so blunt and hated speaking so much that he usually got the point across faster when he spoke.

"You think..." Russia started to speak with wide eyes, but gradually became angrier as his eyes narrowed to glare at Sweden. "I have- what could the correct word be?- Damaged Daniya?!"

Canada's eyes were also narrowed because of this, and his arms were crossed. Sure, he knew the Nordics were protective of each other, but he never thought they would kidnap one another!

Sweden only shook his head, "Look, you c'n b' 'ngry at me b'cause o' this, 'r you c'n do s'mething ab'ut this."

Now these words confused both Canada and Russia, but Sweden only continued speaking. "I kn'w wh're he 's an'... I n'ed your h'lp to s've h'm."

"Are you sure about this, Finland?" Iceland asked as he untied Denmark's bound hands, Norway working on his legs.

Finland sighed and shook his head, frowning deeply. "Unfortunately, Su-San wasn't here this morning when we woke up and he left a note saying that he was going to the super market."

Norway grunted slightly as he tied both of Denmark's legs together, finding their weight a bit exaggerated. "So? It's normal for him to go with you to the market, Finn."

Finland nodded at this, fingering the duct tape he held. "No, he only goes with me. He resents public paces, Norway. He lied and I can't trust him. We have to move Denmark out of here."

Said nation was completely unconscious in a drug induced sleep, drugs that were given to him by none other than Finland when the first ray of sun hit their home.

"It's not like he's going to tell on us, right?" Iceland asked as he tied Denmark's hands together.

Then Finland walked up to the bound Dane and placed a strip of duct tape over his mouth, heart heavy as he did this.

"We have to protect Denmark. And if Sweden doesn't want to, we can't let him jeopardize Denmark's health. And fort hat, we have to move Denmark, to a place Sweden would never think of looking in."

Iceland and Norway both stepped back to look over the tied up Dane, their own hearts heavy by Sweden's actions.

"We're only helping Denmark. Does Swede not understand that?" Iceland asked his brother.

Norway only breathed out and shook his head. "Sweden's always been kind of slow. Now come on, help me move Denny. We have to get him in the car before any of our nosy neighbors wake up."

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