Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers, they make me sad that these weren't originally my ideas. We don't own Hetlaia.
A/N: Hey, everyone! Here's a nice long story for you! We apologize ahead of time! It was bound to happen! Oh . . . and also, what is the only manmade object capable of breaking the sound barrier?
Enjoy! Please review!
Y-Yes?
The day before the world meeting in Russia, when the whole mess had started, Iceland had been visiting Denmark and had forgotten his laptop at his friend's house. The laptop was currently sitting in the study, open and facing the room. The Vikings were leaning over a card table examining a world map carefully.
None of them noticed when the computer flickered to life and the micro-nation of Ladonia appeared on the screen.
"Hello?" The Vikings jumped in surprise at the sudden voice. "Is anyone there?" Sweden approached the laptop while Denmark and Norway stared at in shock.
"L'donia?" The tall Viking asked slowly.
"Yes?" Ladonia glared at the Vikings, Sweden specifically. He still couldn't believe that he was being forced to carry messages. Sealand had told him that he was lucky. At least Ladonia got to do something for the war.
"Wh're h've you been?" Sweden demanded, looking at Ladonia as a father would a son.
"That . . ." Ladonia said. "Is classified." Sweden eyed him suspiciously.
"Wh're h've you been, L'donia?" he asked again.
"I'm not telling you," the micro-nation snapped. Sealand might have been stupid enough to reveal their safe location to the Vikings, but he wasn't.
"Forget it, both of ya," Denmark said. "We'll figure it out later. What are ya doing here, kid?" Ladonia swallowed hard. Could the Vikings actually figure out where the micro-nations were hiding?
"Russia has a message for you. Apparently I'm your carrier-pigeon, since Russia doesn't want to send anyone else you could kidnap." Ladonia crossed his arms, annoyed.
"Really?" The micro-nation nodded. "Well, give us the message."
"The Asian Union declares war on you until you release Hong Kong and China. They've even dragged North Korea out of isolation. And the Turkish Union declares war on you until you release Iceland." Ladonia recited the message Antarctica had forced in front of his face. Denmark gave him a feral grin that could have scared a bear off.
"Is that so?" Ladonia trembled, nodding.
"Y-Yes."
"We'll see how long that lasts." Denmark turned the laptop off and closed it. "Now, let's go have some fun."
In Antarctica, Ladonia returned to the chair set before his laptop. The frozen continent leaned against the table watching him.
"It's done," the micro-nation said.
"Did they give you any message to return?" Ladonia shook his head.
"Denmark only said 'we'll see how long that lasts' and then he turned the laptop off." Antarctica scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"Thank you, I will tell Russia." He left Ladonia shivering in front of the laptop. Those Vikings had looked like they meant to win the war. How would anyone survive against them?
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Luxemburg glared at his older brother, hands on his hips.
"Are you going to do anything with me, Netherlands?" he demanded. Netherlands glanced up briefly from the book he was reading.
"No." The tall nation clamped his teeth around a pipe, lighting it with a match and taking a long puff.
"Don't smoke that while I'm here, arschloch!" Luxemburg snapped. "This coat was expensive."
"Then don't buy expensive things," Netherlands suggested. Luxemburg huffed, annoyed.
"I'm out of here," he said. "I've got better things to do then stand here and watch you smoke." Luxemburg turned away from his older brother and headed to the door. He stopped and gave Netherlands one more glare. "Arsch." Netherlands ignored his younger brother's comment and continued reading his book. He didn't want the brat at his house. Belgium had been the one to demand that he spend time with Luxemburg, but Netherlands really didn't' want to do anything with his stuck up little brother.
Luxemburg yanked the door open, angry that he had wasted two hours of his life with his stupid older brother. But the moment he tried to leave the house, Luxemburg collided with someone on the front step.
"Hey!" Luxemburg glared up at the offender then paled.
"W'tch wh're you're going, L'xemb'rg." Sweden towered over the French and German speaking nation. Luxemburg stepped back in fear.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm h're to v'sit your br'ther," Sweden grunted.
"He's right over there." Luxemburg glared at his brother in the armchair. Sweden glanced over Luxemburg's head at the smoking nation. Netherlands looked up from his book again, an eyebrow arching in slight surprise.
"Hello, Sweden," he greeted.
"H'llo, N'therl'nds." Sweden nodded to him.
"I was just leaving," Luxemburg told the Scandinavian. He attempted to pass Sweden but was stopped when the taller nation grabbed his arm. "Hey!" Netherlands was out of his chair in a minute.
"Let him go, Sweden," he said. "He's not worth it." Luxemburg glared at his older brother.
"What do you mean I'm not worth it?"
"You're not all that strong, Lux," Netherlands commented. "You couldn't take on Sweden if you had a sword."
"Yer not all that strong yerself, Netherlands." Denmark and Norway appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.
"How did you get into my house?" Netherlands glanced between the three Vikings. "I've heard rumors about Canada. You've got once minute to prove them wrong and leave," he suggested.
"Then the rumors would be wrong, Netherlands," Denmark drawled, drawing his axe. Netherlands glared at him. His pipe fell from his loose jaw and spilt ash on the rug.
"You're the ones who kidnapped Canada?"
"Pretty much," Denmark said with a smirk. He propped his axe on his shoulder. "What are ya going ta do about it?" Netherlands' hand clenched into a fist and he gritted his teeth.
"Get out!" he said. Denmark cocked his head.
"Sorry?"
"Get out!" Netherlands repeated. "I don't want you three here."
"That's too bad; we don't' fee like leaving yet."
"I'm not giving you a choice on whether you stay or leave. Release my brother and leave."
"Ya know, Canada talks about ya a lot," Denmark said with a smirk. "He says he wishes ya would save him."
The lie worked. Netherlands roared and charged forward. Denmark sidestepped easily, blocking the Dutch nation with his axe when he whirled around and leapt at him. Netherlands seized the handle and the two nations wrestled for the weapon.
"I have had enough," Norway said. He stepped forward, drawing his sword, and struck Netherlands on the head with the hilt.
"Netherlands!" Luxemburg watched his older brother collapse to the floor unconscious. Denmark strapped his axe back in his belt and stepped over Netherland's body.
"I'll take Opskalere, (Upscale) Sve, ya grab Tulipan. (Tulip)" Luxemburg struggled to escape as Denmark advanced on him, but Sweden's grip was too strong.
"Hey!" Denmark grabbed Luxemburg's arm and Sweden released the shorter nation. "I'm not whatever you called me!"
"Opskalere? Sure ya are!" Sweden hoisted the limp Netherlands' onto his shoulder. Luxemburg yelped when Denmark bent him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey, put me down!" Luxemburg struggled wildly as the Vikings left the house.
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Denise finished glanced over the passport at the scowling man, her stomach fluttering. The airline worker saw plenty of people during her work shifts, but never someone so . . . cute! The man had a defensive air around him, like he would shoot anything that stepped between him and his precious things. If only he didn't scowl so much.
"Dank u for flying with us, Meneer Zwingli," Denise said with a smile, handing 'Mr. Zwingli' back his passport. "We hope you enjoy your stay in Netherlands."
"Danke," Switzerland said. He accepted his passport and turned away from the female airline worker to retrieve his baggage. 'I hope Austria isn't boring Liechtenstein,' he thought to himself.
"Zwitserland," a female voice squealed behind him. "Gelukkig kwam je! (Thank goodness you came!)" Switzerland jumped in surprise as a small body collided with his and wrapped their slim arms around his waist.
"W-Was?" The Swiss nation spun around to glare at his attacker. Belgium was looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Gelieve, Zwitserland, ik heb je hulp nodig. Ik heb geen idee wat er gebeurd is!" (Please, I need your help. I have no idea what happened!" Switzerland frowned at the Dutch language. It sounded like babble to him.
"Belgium, I do not understand what you are saying," he said. "Please, speak either English or German." Belgium took a series of deep calming breaths.
"I went to my brother's house, Netherlands," she explained and Switzerland rolled his eyes. What had happened between the two now?
"Yes?" he prompted Belgium to continue. Suddenly the female nation wailed at the top of her lungs, causing Switzerland to jump in surprise.
"He wasn't there!" Belgium broke down, sobbing into her hands. Switzerland awkwardly patted her should in what he hoped was reassuring. Liechtenstein had never acted this way before.
"Perhaps he went out shopping and you missed him?" Switzerland asked.
"No," Belgium sobbed. "His back door's lock was broken! And some of his furniture was knocked over. Switzerland, I think something bad happened to him. And Lux was with him!" She threw her arms around Switzerland once more and sobbed into his shoulder. Switzerland blushed as passersby gave them strange looks. He continued to pat her back reassuringly.
"Es wird in Ordnung sein. (It will be okay.) I am sure nothing happened to them."
"But . . . you haven't heard?" Belgium looked up into Switzerland's face with teary and shocked eyes.
"Heard what?" Switzerland frowned, confused.
"Nations are disappearing! What if my brothers did as well?" Switzerland's eyes widened and he pulled out of her hug.
"WHAT?" He grabbed his cell phone and desperately dialed Austria's number, holding the phone to his ear with a shaking hand.
"We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service," a cool female computer voice recited. "Please hang up and tr-"Switzerland ended the call before the computer could finish and tried Liechtenstein's cell phone number, getting the same answer.
"Scheiße!" he swore and spun around to Belgium. "Who is doing this?" he demanded.
"I don't know!" Belgium wailed. "Switzerland, I'm scared!"
"They will pay for taking my sister!" Switzerland growled, clutching the phone tightly in his hand.
"But we don't even know who's doing it!"
"Have you spoken to America or Germany yet?" Switzerland asked.
"No! I came here because I knew you were going to meet with my brother today."
"I'll call Germany and ask him if he knows what's going on." Switzerland dialed the German's number on his cell phone as Belgium sniffled and wrung her hands.
"Okay." The Swiss nation waited impatiently for his cousin to answer.
"Hallo, Germany? It's Switzerland. I was ca-" Belgium watched as Switzerland froze, his eyes widening in shock. The cell phone slipped form his grasp and clattered to the floor.
"Switzerland, what is it?" Belgium asked desperately. "What is wrong?"
"Liechtenstein and Austria are . . . d-dead," Switzerland whispered. A tear rolled down his cheek. His oldest friend, though they might not have gotten along, and his little sister were gone. He had failed to protect them.
"Dood!" Belgium screeched. "Wie zou zoiets doen? (Dead! Who would do such a thing?)" Switzerland shook his head slowly, at a loss for words.
"Hallo?" Germany's voice called form the cell phone. "Switzerland? Are you still there?" Belgium swooped down to retrieve the phone, bringing it to her ear.
"Hallo, Germany? Is it true what Switzerland said?" She prayed that it was a joke but her stomach sank at the German nation's next words.
"Ja, it is," Germany said sadly. "We found the house burned to the ground. No one could have made it out of there alive. Belgium, where are you and Switzerland?"
"We are in Netherlands. My brothers are gone!"
"WAS? Get out of there now!" Germany ordered her. "Head south for Spain's house and stay there with him!"
"Head for Spain's house?" Belgium repeated. "Should I take Switzerland with me?"
"Ja, just get out of there as quickly as you can! If your brothers have disappeared then you could be targeted next. They could still be in the country!" Belgium didn't ask who 'they' were, focusing instead on the shocked Switzerland.
"Okay, I will speak to you later, Germany." Belgium ended the call and looked at the stunned Switzerland. Gently she took hold of his wrist and led him to her car, buckling him into the passenger seat and sliding behind the wheel. Once she had started down the road she dialed a number on Switzerland's phone.
"Hallo, Spain?"
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China was searching through the kitchen cabinets, trying to find something to prepare for dinner, when the front door was thrown open and he heard shouting.
"Put me down, arsch!" an unrecognizable voice shouted. "You have no right to be doing this!" China peered through the doorway into the living room.
"What is going on, aru?" he demanded. The Vikings stood in the front door, Luxemburg thrown over Denmark's shoulder and an unconscious Netherlands swung over Sweden's.
"China, help me!" Luxemburg shouted. China felt his blood boil and stalked up to the Vikings.
"How dare you?" he demanded. "Aren't six nations enough for you? You northerners are so greedy! You should know better, aru!"
"Do ya want a spanking, Lille Hund?" Denmark glared down at him. China shut up quickly, glaring back at the Viking. Luxemburg kicked in Denmark's grip.
"Put me down!" His knee made contact with Denmark's face and the Scandinavian nation yelped, dropping Luxemburg. Hong Kong poked his head into the room, smirked, and pulled back out.
"Rass," China heard his former student murmur. Denmark glared at the spot where Hong Kong was no doubt still standing. Luxemburg took the chance to run but was grabbed by Norway before he could escape.
"Let me go!"
"Norge," Denmark said, clutching his bloody nose. "But hib id da sdudy. I'll deal wid hib lader." Norway nodded and dragged the screaming Luxemburg away. Denmark turned to glare at China. "Whad are ya looging ad?" China heard Hong Kong snicker but ignored him.
"N-Nothing . . . um," he tried to find a topic to distract the Viking with. "America was singing his national anthem in several different language today. And Canada joined in when he could." China ducked his head, ashamed for ratting out his fellow prisoners. America and Canada had been shouting The Star Spangled Banner all day. Hong Kong had even joined in when they sang in Chinese. Finland and Iceland had laughed when America and Canada sang in Russian and dedicated the song.
"To the brave Russian nation who is working hard to free us!" America had said.
"Whadeber, I'll deal wid dem doo, I gued. Ged ober here and helb be." Denmark motioned to his bleeding nose. China grabbed tissues from the kitchen and helped the Viking stem the bleeding.
"It's not broken," the Asian nation said. "That's a good thing, aru."
"Fide. Sbe, tage Nederlands do a roob and log de door. We can dage gare ob hib lader." Sweden nodded and left the room with Netherlands, hiding a smile from Denmark. Denmark glared down the hall, toward the study. "I'b god sobeode do dage gare ob." He opened the door to the cabinet and retrieved a few strips of leather. With the way he gripped the leather, China could tell Denmark was going to do something bad. China's eyes widened in realization and he leapt forward, seizing the taller nation's arm.
"No! You can't beat him, aru!"
"Wash me!" Denmark said in a nasally voice. He threw China off and unlocked the study's door, closing it and relocking it behind himself. China ran to the door, beating his fists on it.
"No! Denmark, please don't! Leave him alone!" When he got no answer, China ran from the room in desperation. He needed someone who could break down the door.
In the study, Luxemburg glared up from his seat beside the desk.
"What are you doing here, arsch?" he spat at Denmark. The taller nation didn't respond but seized him and ripped his coat and shirt off. "Hey!" Luxemburg struggled as Denmark shoved him forward and proceeded to bind his wrists to one of the desk legs with a strip of leather.
"What are you doing?" Luxemburg panicked, yanking at the knot.
"Ya should habe douth dish ober bebore ya caded be problebs." Denmark took a second strip of leather and raised it over his head, bringing it down on Luxemburg's back. Luxemburg yelped in both surprise and pain as the leather struck his back, leaving a welt.
"What are you doing?" Luxemburg looked back at Denmark and cried out when he was belted again.
"Shud up, Obdkalere." Denmark lashed him again and Luxemburg yelped. "Ya ged ted lashes for dat. Keeb id ub and ya ged adoder ted." Luxemburg yelped again.
"Stop!" Luxemburg cried out, sobbing. "I'm sorry!"
Denmark raised his arm for another lash when a sound made him freeze. A voice roared through the house in Danish.
"Danmark, jeg vil dræbe dig! (I'm going to kill you!)" Denmark slowly lowered his arm and dropped the leather to the floor. Luxemburg sobbed into his arm, thankful the lashing had stopped.
"Aberiga?" Denmark turned to the door glaring. "Whad id he doing ub?" The young nation was supposed to be paralyzed. Had Norway forgotten to give him his daily dose of . . . No, Denmark's eyes narrowed. He knew exactly who had released America.
The sound of a body colliding with the door tore Denmark out of his thoughts. The wood creaked, a crack running down the door. America's voice was muffled as he shouted through the door.
"Lad mig så jeg kan dræbe dig! (Let me in so I can kill you!)" Denmark snarled and stalked to the door which shook as America slammed into it again.
"Norge!" Denmark shouted. "Sbe! Ged ober here!" He heard the pounding of footsteps down the hallway. He threw the door open, revealing America. The young nation roared and charged him. Denmark slammed his fist into America's face, sending the nation stumbling back.
"Knog id ob, Aberiga!" America shook his head like a dog, clearing away the black spots. When he glared up at Denmark, the Viking saw his eyes were filled with the wild, crazy look again. America had returned to his berserker mode.
"Gør mig, hvis du har modet! (Make me, if you have the guts!)" America snarled. Norway and Sweden appeared in the doorway behind him. Norway stared in shock as Sweden reacted, charging and tackling the berserk nation. America struggled under the taller nation, trying to throw him off.
"Rend!" he swore loudly, bucking. Sweden pinned America's hands to the floor and murmured soothingly to him.
"Lugna, America, lugna. (Calm)" He searched the wild eyes for a spark of sanity.
"Nej!" America thrashed wildly under him. "Nej! Lad mig gå! (Let me go!)" Norway snapped out of his daze and knelt beside the struggling nation.
"Calm down, America." He laid a hand on America's forehead. America tossed his head wildly and let out an angry shout. "Just relax." Norway watched they young nation slowly stop struggling, his muscles relaxing on their own accord. America's chest heaved as his eyes flickered between the Vikings.
"N-Nej?" Sweden released his hands and they stayed on the floor. He stroked America's hair, watching as the wild look faded form the young nation's eyes. America blinked, confused. Sweden lifted him into his arms and headed for the North American brothers' room.
Denmark glared back at Luxemburg before leaving the room. He stomped through every room on the first floor, shouting.
"Lille Hund, ged ober here!" Denmark froze as Hong Kong's head poked around a corner, a knowing smile on the Asian nation's lips. "Bidur?" Denmark said warningly. Hong Kong shook his head, smirking.
"I am sorry but I did not understand what you said. Could you repeat that?"
"Dell be where Lille Hund id dow." Hong Kong could hear the threat lying under the sentence but he shrugged.
"I don't know who 'Lille Hund' is."
"BIDUR!" Denmark seized Hong Kong by the collar and dragged him toward him, Iceland yelped as he was jerked around the corner by the leash. "WHERE ID HE?" Denmark roared, drawing back a fist to punch his prisoner. Hong Kong winced in anticipation but Iceland jumped in.
"Dan, please, Vinur's been a good boy! Please don't hit him!" Denmark glared at the small Nordic then ripped the leash from his hand, winding around his own.
"GED OUD HERE, LILLE HUND!" The closet door beside them creaked open and China stepped out with a ducked head. Denmark released Hong Kong's collar and the Asian nation yanked at the leash.
"Let me go!"
"Shud ub, Dårlig Hund! (Bad Dog!)" Denmark yanked back on the leash, causing Hong Kong to stumble forward, then turned back to China. "Cobe here." Denmark crooked a finger at the shorter nation. Wincing, China obeyed slowly.
"Leave teacher alone!" Denmark grabbed China's wrist and dragged the two nations from the room, stopping to look over his shoulder. "Cobe, Ideland." Iceland slowly followed as Hong Kong and China were dragged down to the Fiery Pits of Hell.
Once in the hot room, Denmark dragged China and Hong Kong to the wall decorated with chains. He shoved China to the ground and locked Hong Kong's wrists into the shackles. The Asian nation was forced to face the wall, his arms held above him. China was shackled beside him by Denmark. Hong Kong glared over his shoulder at the Viking.
"Are you going to punish America too?" he asked. "He could have told teacher no, but he agreed to help the minute he asked." Denmark glared back at him before stalking over to the furnace and throwing a brand in.
"Do ya wand be da pudid hib?" he asked. Hong Kong's eyes narrowed, eyeing the forge with distaste.
"No." Beside him, China struggled weakly in the chains. Denmark pulled a dagger from his boot and advanced on the trapped nations. Hong Kong's eyes widened and he struggled wildly.
"W-What are you doing with that?" Denmark seized Hong Kong by his neck and ripped the dagger through his shirt, exposing his branded back. He copied the move to China's shirt as Iceland watched with a shocked expression. Denmark hesitated, his eyes flicking between Hong Kong and Iceland.
"Ya god a choide, Dårlig Hund." Hong Kong struggled violently, the chains clinking together. "Do ya wand da be pudided?"
"N-No!"
"So ya wand Ideland da be pudided?" Hong Kong froze.
"What? No!"
"Den pick, Dårlig Hund." Hong Kong's eyes flicked to Iceland and he slumped in defeat.
"M-Me. Punish me."
"Ya hear dad, Ideland? He'd yer ped, pudided hib." Iceland snapped out of his daze and stared at Denmark in horror.
"What?"
"Ya heard be, ged a whib and punid hib."
"Iceland," the young Nordic looked to Hong Kong. "Do it."
Reluctantly, Iceland crossed to the table and looked through the whips. They all looked like they could shred someone's back in one lash. He didn't want to hurt Hong Kong any more than he had to. Finally he ignored the whips and unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops of his pants. At least the belt would only leave welts. Denmark didn't comment but chose a particularly nasty whip and approached China, Iceland slowly walked up to Hong Kong.
"I wand ya da gib hib ded laded." The Viking smirked at Iceland. Hong Kong smiled reassuringly over his shoulder as China tensed, his eyes shut in anticipation.
Iceland swallowed the lump in his throat and he raised his arm, bringing the belt down on Hong Kong's smooth back. Hong Kong winced, gritting his teeth Iceland stopped for a second, fighting the need to throw up. He couldn't believe he was doing this to his friend.
Denmark smirked and turned to China as Iceland continued to belt Hong Kong.
"I lige did beaudy, she cauded baid widoud barely douding ya." China's eyes widened in fear at the words and screamed as Denmark's brought the whip down on his back with a loud crack.
By the end of ten lashes, China's back was torn and bleeding. Denmark lowered his whip slowly, eyeing the sobbing nation.
"I ding ya learded yer leadod." Iceland stood beside his gasping friend, slightly green in the face.
"I'm going to my room," he whispered.
"I don'd ding do, Genert Dreng." Denmark withdrew the brand from the furnace.
"What did you call me?" Iceland asked, staring at Denmark in shock. Denmark smirked as he approached Iceland.
"Shy Boy." Hong Kong struggled weakly in his chains.
"No! Y-You said you wouldn't p-punish Iceland!"
"He deed's da leard da gare fer hid peds." Iceland turned to run but Denmark pounced on him. The Viking pinned Iceland down with his knees and tore open the back of his shirt.
"No! Iceland! Please, leave him alone!" Denmark ignored Hong Kong and plunged the brand down on Iceland's right shoulder. Iceland screamed in agony and bucked wildly, his eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled against Denmark.
"ICELAND!" Hong Kong jerked violently against his bonds. Denmark pushed off Iceland and threw the brand into a bucket of water, steam hissing with the hot metal. He marched over to Hong Kong and unlocked the chains. Hong Kong fell to the floor in a gasping heap.
"Tage gare ob Genert Dreng and Lille Hund." The Viking left the three nations sobbing in the Fiery Pits of Hell, ascending the stairs to the living room. Hong Kong rushed to Iceland's side, rolling him over gently.
"Iceland, it's alright. You're going to be okay," Hong Kong tried to assure him but he choked up. Iceland looked up at him, tears running down his cheeks.
"Hong Kong?" he managed to croak.
"Y-Yes?"
"I want my brothers back."
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The ruins of the house still smoked, the ash flying lightly in the wind. Hungary stood at the edge of what had once been the music room staring in shock.
"A-Austria . . ." she whispered. Suddenly all the emotions washed over her and Hungary sank to her knees sobbing. 'Oh, Austria, what would Prussia say if he saw this?' She didn't hear the crunching of burnt wood until the dark shadow fell over her. Hungary spun around, eyes widening.
"Russia?" The tall nation stood in the ruins, looking down at her sadly.
"Privet, Hungary."
"What are you doing here?" Hungary struggled to her feet. Russia cocked his head.
"I came to get you, da?"
"W-What?" Hungary stumbled back a step. "I left you years ago. Why would you think I'd want to return?" Russia seized her wrist in a tight grip, giving her a sad smile.
"You want to avenge Austria's death, da?" he asked. Hungary broke down sobbing again.
"Nincs, I want Austria back."
"That is not possible, he is dead," Russia withdrew a syringe from his coat pocket and jabbed it in Hungary's arm, surprising her. "I am sorry for your loss." He injected the cold serum. Hungary gasped and slowly collapsed. Russia caught her as she fell, carrying her to the waiting van. Once he had loaded Hungary into the backseat, Russia turned back to the smoking ruins.
"Pokoysya s mirom. (Rest in peace)"
I want my brothers back.
A/N: It's the whip. That cracking sound the whip makes? That's the sound of it breaking the sound barrier. Isn't that neat?
Did you know that Hungary was part of the Soviet Union?
Luxemburg is separated into three districts. One speaks French, one speaks German, and the last speaks Luxembourgish!