Consciousness was slowly returning to me, though with how I felt I really didn't want it to. My head was throbbing, I felt nauseous, there was a horrible taste in my mouth, and everything smelled awful. I wanted to go back to unconsciousness. I felt like crap.

But it felt like I was lying on something soft, something extremely warm and comfortable. I forced myself to open my eyes. Bad idea. Very, very bad idea. It was so bright. Far too bright for me to handle with the pounding headache I had. Was this what a hangover felt like? If it was I was never, ever, going to drink for as long as I lived. This was pure torture and I wanted to kill whoever was responsible for it.

Then I remembered. France had covered my mouth and nose with a cloth when I was about to cry out for help. He and Prussia had kidnapped me. This realization made me open my eyes, sit up, and look around again, wincing at the pain it brought me.

I immediately realized that I was in a very fancy looking bed, covered by a very warm and soft blanket. The room I was in was decorated to look expensive and fancy. There was an expensive looking table, a beautifully placed mirror built onto it, on one side of the room. Two identical bedside tables, built to match the makeup table, were on both sides of me The walls were white with gorges gold moldings and painting along them. Small round mirrors were located all around the room, built high into the walls. The carpet was a shade of beige that complimented the rest of the room nicely. And to top it all off, in the middle of the room was an enormous, beautifully crafted chandelier. All in all, the room was exceedingly fancy, but in a tastefully eloquent way.

I looked around, attempting to find the source of the blindingly bright light that was causing my head to throb so much more than it had to. A large window caught my eyes. I glared at it, reaching over to the bedside table on my right and grabbing my glasses. I put them on got out of the bed. I then proceeded to walk over to the window and looked out of it. Outside was a large garden. It was beautiful, flowers of all kinds and colors bringing it a bright and friendly beauty that only a garden of its caliber could hold.

I had to admit, no matter how much displeasure it may have brought me, France had taste. The house was obviously his with how over the top fancy it was. But it was presented in such a way that left me both breathless and speechless. If I'd come of my own accord I would have been extremely happy with were I was.

I suddenly noticed that I wasn't in my regular clothes. I was in an unbearably girly outfit. It was frilly and fancy. This wasn't right at all. Where were the T-shirt and jeans I'd been wearing earlier? America had taken me shopping to get some clothes and I'd gotten, somewhat to his surprise but approval, some blue jeans, gaming and TV show T-shirts, some comfortable pajamas, underwear, and, of course, the 'necessities'. He had called the shirts cool, which I thought was pretty awesome. But now… now I looked frilly and girly.

True, I was a girl but that didn't mean I wanted to look like this! It felt stupid and impractical to look that way. And it didn't look good to me. T-shirts and jeans, they looked good. They looked cool. And above all else, they were comfortable. I would, hands down, chose comfort over style any day of the week. It may not have made me the 'cutest' or 'hottest' looking but it made me the most comfortable and that was what I cared about. Yea, I made myself look presentable, I even went for looking nice on special occasions, but I wasn't going to go out of my way to wear something that made me look hot if it was uncomfortable. No way, no how.

I quickly went to work, looking for my clothes. But they were nowhere to be found. The only things that were in drawers and such were even more frilly and fancy clothes. It wasn't right. It was downright stupid. I wanted my clothes but if seemed that I wasn't going to find them in the room I was in.

I suddenly realized something. Someone else had changed me into the clothes while I'd been unconscious. What if it had been Prussia or France… or worse, both? I shuddered at the thought. I had to hope it hadn't been, hope it had been a maid or something like that.

I began walking towards the door that would lead outside the room I was in. I would have to find my normal clothes and way out. Though if I found the way out first I would gladly leave the clothes and try to get back to America first and put on different clothes. That was my main mission and if I failed it… well it was probably game over for me on getting out for a really long time if not forever. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The door swung open, soundlessly, and I walked out. My feet, which were only covered with socks, I had also made note to find my shoes, slid across the marble flooring. Crap. Crap. Crap. I had not friction and the socks were making the floor slick. But if I took them off my feet would be making noise as the slapped against the marble flooring. It would be difficult but I'd have to walk as quietly possible. I took off the socks and threw them back into the room.

Tiptoeing through the hall, I made my way through the overly large house. Though I was tempted to I stopped myself from stopping to look at the different pieces of artwork that like the hallway walls. It wouldn't do well to stop and look around like a tourist. Voices suddenly appeared from down the hall. Shit.
I quickly, and silently, ran to the nearest window and hid behind the long drapes by it. "Oui,(1) she's this way."

That was France. No doubt about it. I held my breath, afraid that I'd be caught if I even dared to breath. "She's still asleep then?"

That had sounded like Spain. So he was in on it as well. He was a part of the Bad Touch Trio so I shouldn't have been surprised. But it still hurt a bit. He had seemed really nice and now he was in on the kidnapping of me. This sucked. I suppose it was what I got for having thought I had a character figured out when I'd barely watched the parts of the show that they were in.

"Yea, but she'll be waking up soon~"

Prussia, definitely Prussia. I was in a lot of trouble if I got caught. All three members of The Trio were there. It wouldn't end well at all… not for me at least. I felt my hands begin shaking, becoming clammy and cold. I quickly grabbed the pants I was wearing, fearing that curtains would begin shaking if I wasn't careful.

A chirp suddenly sounded in my left ear. I glanced and saw that Gilbird was now sitting on my shoulder, nudging my head and chipping loudly. My eyes widened. I was going to be caught if I didn't get Gilbird to be quite. I looked at him and put a finger over my mouth, hopping he would understand. But it only seemed to make him become louder.

"Hmmm? Where'd your little bird friend go, Prussia?" Spain asked.

A few moments went by, presumably from Prussia looking around, before a response was made. "…I don't know, Gilbird!"

Gilbird chirped loudly. I was so screwed. I shut my eyes, preparing to face what would inevitably happen. But, suddenly, Gilbird hopped up and flew off, probably going back to Prussia. "Ah! There he is! See how awesome he is! Coming at my command!"

I sighed quietly, relieved. "Oui,(1) but he is not as cool as Pierre~" France retorted as they all began walking again.

"Which one?" Spain asked.

"Why, all of them of course!" France said, laughing jovially.

Soon the laughter and sound of footsteps died from the distance they'd made so I left from behind the curtain and began tiptoeing down the hall again. But… before long the inevitable happened. "Sacrebleu!(2)" France yelled. "She's gone!"

"This is so un-awesome!" Prussia shouted.

"Crap…" I said, beginning to run down the halls, in search of a new hiding place.

1: Yes
2: Oh my
*Is grumbling about being held hostage in both story and authors note*

Prussia: Keskeskeskes~ You know you're happy about it! *Slings arm around my shoulder*

*Le sigh* You're drunk, huh?

Prussia: Only a little~ *Smirks*

Great, just great... please tell me it at least wasn't one of you who changed me...

France: Oui~ It was one of my maids but I'm sure you would've liked it better if it was me, oui? ;)

Not even if your dreams :/

Spain: Come on chica~ You can have fun with this you know!

:I I blame America and Prussia for this...

America: *Suddenly appears* What'd I do!

...You take cookies way to seriously! Now get me out of here!

America: No, you're being mean :/ *Disappears*

Damnit!