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A/N: Hi, so in this chapter we have a character that will seem OOC! Please, we understand this and we chose to alter him a bit. Just go with it, please! And also, we LOVE kidnapping stories!
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Win what?
"What does that stupid tomato bastard think he's saying," Romano demanded to no one in particular as he sliced a tomato. "Saying I need to be protected." He sliced the tomato too viciously and it squirted it contents against the wall.
"I have to agree with him, Romano," a voice said. Romano spun around in surprise.
"Cosa?" He was home alone today, Veneziano had returned to his own house in Northern Italy. Norway stood directly behind Romano watching him coolly. "H-How did you get in here?" Romano squeaked.
"Your front door was unlocked," Norway explained in a bored tone. "Personally, I don't see any reason to be breaking down doors."
"Dammit!" How could he have been so stupid to forget to lock the door?
"I'm not going to hurt you, Romano." Norway gently laid a hand on Romano's shoulder.
"No! But you're going to kidnap me!" Romano shrugged the hand off and grabbed the knife he had been using. Norway seized Romano's wrist in a firm grip and twisted it, forcing the Italian nation to drop the knife.
"I said I wasn't going to hurt you," Norway repeated in a cool voice.
"Chigi!" Romano struggled in the firm grip. "Let me go, bastard!" Norway's hand tightened for a brief moment and a shock coursed through Romano's body. The nation spasmed, his eyes rolling, and collapsed to the floor unconscious. Norway turned to Denmark and Sweden who stood in the doorway.
"Do you see how easy that was?" Denmark crossed his arms and pouted.
"Ja, but it's not as fun."
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The Vikings' house had been relatively subdued after the incident with America. The North American nation had been returned to his room where he had moped while Canada tried to cheer him up. America blamed himself for Hong Kong, China, and Iceland's punishments, and no one could say otherwise.
China had retired to his room after Hong Kong had cared for his injuries. The Asian nation hadn't been seen for two days, though the Vikings didn't comment. Hong Kong had to be coaxed out of the bedroom by Iceland, Finland, and, although reluctantly, Luxemburg. Iceland had to check every room they visited for the Vikings before Hong Kong would enter it.
Netherlands had been locked in a room by himself where he could be heard shouting. Luxemburg had approached the door once only to be chased away by Denmark's threats to beat him again.
On this particular day the Vikings had left on another 'plunder,' as the imprisoned nations had started referring to it. Hong Kong had been coaxed out of America and Canada's room to sit beside the couch where Iceland was curled up. Finland sat in the armchair beside them while Luxemburg was curled up in the corner.
The front door burst open, causing them all to jump and Iceland to wince, and the Vikings marched past the living room, a small form in Sweden's arms. Hong Kong scuttled behind the couch until Finland gave him the clear to come back out.
"I don't want to be here," Iceland finally whispered. Hong Kong stroked his hair comfortingly. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, Iceland," Hong Kong whispered back. There was a shout from Netherlands' room as the nation started yelling again. "What can we do?" Luxemburg looked up from his corner.
"We can't fight," he said. "Even together we're weak. They just keep getting stronger with each nation they capture."
"What can we do?" Finland stared at a wall with empty eyes. He may not have been punished, but seeing Denmark act so mercilessly and Sweden refusing to help had snapped him in half.
"My siblings are fighting to save teacher and me," Hong Kong said sadly. "And Turkey is trying to rescue Iceland. But what if they don't succeed?"
"Then we'll die here," Luxemburg said, resting his chin on his knees. "We'll be absorbed by those bastards." Hong Kong rested his chin on the couch's cushion, a tear trailed down his cheek.
"I want to go back to the way it was before."
"What are ya talking about?" Denmark appeared in the doorway. His nose had cleared up and his speech had returned to normal, much to Hong Kong's regret. The four nations fell silent, Hong Kong sliding behind the couch again. Denmark stared at them before continuing. "We're going out fer most of the day. If ya don't want ta be punished then you'll be good and behave." Denmark left them alone in their silence. Iceland slowly relaxed and Finland waved Hong Kong out from behind the couch.
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After storming out of the meeting at Germany's house, England had returned to his isolated country home, ignoring all calls from other nations. He wanted to stay out of the war for as long as possible.
For once, it was not raining in England. The sun was rising in a glorious dawn as England sipped his Earl Gray tea on his back porch. The island nation set his tea cup down with a clink of china. He regretted not choosing to help free his sons, but what could he do? The Vikings had beaten him in every one of their visits in the past.
"Bloody gits," England muttered to himself. "They're all going to get themselves killed."
"I never quite get that expression," Denmark's voice caused England to jump in surprise, nearly spilling his tea. The tall Viking leaned against the hedge, a smug expression on his face.
"What are you talking about, Denmark?" England asked warily.
"Who's bloody?" Denmark asked him. "Because I don't exactly see a lot of blood."
"It's not supposed to be used in that manner. What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted ta visit ya. Is that a crime?"
"Is that what you've been calling it?" England demanded.
"Calling what?" Denmark asked, confused.
"Kidnapping other nations,"
"Does everyone know?" England stared at Denmark exasperatedly
"Three Unions declare war on you and you ask 'does everyone know?' Of course we do!"
"Then I guess you know what we want." Norway appeared in the doorway of the house as Denmark and Sweden hopped the hedge, ascending the porch's stairs slowly. England leapt up from his seat, tensing.
"Why me?" he asked.
"We need ya fer a special project." Denmark explained. England backed away as the Vikings advanced on him.
"And what kind of project is that, exactly?"
"We had a bit of trouble the other day and we could yer help."
"What makes you think I would help you?"
"It's not exactly yer choice, England."
"Like hell it is!" England dashed for the other side of the porch but Sweden was too quick. The Viking seized England by the back of his shirt, dragging him backward.
"Release me, you oaf!" England drew on his magic and sent a shock through Sweden who grunted and fell to his knees. A wall of flames flared up behind England, blocking off his escape route.
"Bloody hell!" England doused the flames with water from the garden's fountain. He turned in time to spot Denmark charging him and leapt back, off porch. Norway frowned and waved a hand. The hedge grew out, surrounding England who called on a large wind to blow the shrubs down with a wave of his arms.
"You really think you can beat me at my own game, Norway?" England asked, panting. He trembled as shivers ran up his spine to his shoulder blades. Roots erupted from the ground in a shower of dirt and wrapped around England's wrists, dragging him to the ground. A painful tingling pulsed through the island nation's shoulders and he shuddered again, struggling against the plants.
The Vikings slowly advanced on the struggling nation, thinking they had succeeded. Pain erupted through England's back and he screamed, collapsing to his hands and knees.
"No! Not now!" A shudder coursed through England's body as he felt the stabbing sensation growing in his shoulders.
"What?" Denmark stumbled back in surprise. "What's going on, Norge?" He watched as England curled into a tight ball, screaming in pain. Norway frowned and strode to England, looking down at him with faint curiosity.
With one last bloodcurdling scream, white wings unfurled from England's shoulder blades. The winged nation collapsed, his chest heaving. Norway's eyes widened in surprise as the Vikings stared down at him in shock.
Gathering his strength, England struggled to his feet. The hedges' roots withered away as the large white wings brushed them.
"Still think your magic is better?" England asked. And with that he leapt into the air, landing on the house's roof with a single pump of his wings. Norway glared up at him before snapping his fingers. The shingles shot off the roof, scattering across the yard. England was sent tumbling to the ground in a mess of limbs and feathers. Sweden and Denmark leapt on England, pinning him down.
"I still have better magic." Norway approached the struggling group and withdrew a small package from his pocket.
"What is that?" England demanded, his wings pumped violently as he struggled against the Vikings. "What are you doing? Let me go!" Norway opened the package and withdrew a syringe, uncapping it. Pinning England's head to the grass, he swiftly injected the contents into the island nation's neck. England's struggling slowly ceased and his wings collapsed to the ground.
"That wasn't so hard," Norway commented, straightening up as Denmark and Sweden released England.
"Norge," Denmark said. "Are ya crazy?"
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Blackie, Berlitz, and Aster had never been more annoying in Germany's life. His three dogs had interrupted his lunch when they had begun barking up a storm at something in the backyard. Germany had gone to investigate, but found nothing and returned to his meal of wurst.
Germany had just finished washing the lunch dishes, drying them and returning them to their rightful homes in the cupboard. He turned around to see Blackie staring out the back door.
"Russia had better be taking good care of Prussia, ja, Blackie?" Germany asked, not actually expecting an answer. Blackie blinked at him with bright hazel eyes before returning to growling at the back door.
"Was ist das?" Germany asked, opening the back door for the dog. Blackie bolted from the kitchen, barking madly. The dog danced around a figure in the dark, snapping madly at it.
"Was?" Germany whipped his gun from its holster, aiming it at the figure. "Aster, Berlitz, eindringling! (Intruder!)" The two other dogs tore out of the house at the advancing figure.
"H'llo, G'rmany," Sweden said as he kicked Blackie aside. Berlitz and Aster cowered away to avoid the same treatment. Germany glared at the tall nation, hoping he hadn't hurt Blackie too much.
"What are you doing here?" Germany cocked his gun.
"I j'st c'me by t h'w you w're doing," Sweden told him.
"Like hell you did!" Germany fired at Sweden. "Angreifen! (Attack!)" he ordered his dogs. Aster and Berlitz leapt forward at the intruder. Sweden grasped Aster by the scruff and threw him aside and aimed a kick at Berlitz who danced out of the way.
"D'n't you feel someth'ng, G'rmany?" Sweden asked.
"What are you talking about?" A wave of dizziness passed over Germany but he ignored it, firing again.
"D'd your w'rst t'ste d'fferent tod'y?" Sweden continued. Germany froze as his head spun again. His grip loosened slightly on the gun.
"W-Was?" Germany shook his head, blinking rapidly, trying to chase away the dizzy feeling.
"Your d'gs w're bark'ng at D'n earlier. I p't someth'ng in your w'rst wh'le you w're gone." Sweden advanced slowly. Germany's fingers lost their grip on the gun and it fell to the floor with a dull thunk. "You should be f'lling asleep in a f'w sec'nds." Germany shook his head, clutching at the doorframe for support. The yard was tilting at a strange angle.
"N-Nein!" Sweden nodded solemnly.
"Ja." He strode to Germany and gripped his upper arm, supporting him.
"L-Lass m-mich ge-" Germany slumped to the ground unconscious. Sweden hoisted him over his shoulder.
"Three d'wn, one to go."
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Italy slumped against the kitchen counter, pouting as he watched the water boil on the stove. Germany had refused his offer of pasta for dinner and Romano wasn't answering his phone.
"I wish Germany could have come over for dinner," Italy said aloud to himself. "Pasta is the best!"
"I have ta disagree, Italy," a boisterous voice said behind him. Italy spun in surprise. "I think pasta's pretty boring. There's not much ya can do with it." Denmark stood in the doorway of the kitchen, flanked by Sweden and Norway.
"D-Denmark!" Italy stuttered, scared. "C-Ciao!"
"Hej. Italy," Denmark nodded to him. "What else are ya having for dinner? We could get Germany fer ya, then ya two could eat together."
"What are you talking about?" Italy slowly grabbed a knife form the kitchen counter, hoping he could defend himself.
"We could get Germany ta have dinner with ya." Denmark drew his axe. "It would be easy."
"What did you do to Germany?" Italy took a small, what he hoped was menacing, step forward.
"We just picked him up, nothing too bad. Lucky fer ya, ya will be seeing him in no time." Denmark plated a foot in Italy's stomach, sending him stumbling back. Italy tripped, his arm catching on the stove's flame. He screamed and clutched his burning arm. A small jet of water shot out of the sink, dousing the flames. Italy sniffled, watching as the Vikings advanced on him. Denmark gave him a feral grin.
"Let's go, shall we?" the Viking suggested.
"Stoppen!" Italy looked up at the familiar voice, tears in his eyes.
Two figures, one tall and one small, stood in the doorway. Liechtenstein's dress was badly torn and burned in places, her ribbon tattered. Austria was missing his jacket, shirt, and glasses. A burn was visible over his shoulders. His hair was slightly shorter and tinged with black burn marks. In his hand he grasped a long sword.
"A-Austria?" Italy whimpered.
"Italy, I ask you to please remain on the ground at all times. Liechtenstein, please stay out of the way." None of the nations had ever seen this commanding side of Austria before. Italy curled up on the floor as Liechtenstein backed away from Austria.
"How did ya survive that fire, Austria?" Denmark asked, stepping forward as Austria tightened his grip on his sword.
"I am a nation, I cannot die." Austria leapt forward and brought his sword down swiftly, not giving Denmark the chance to attack.
"Fandens!" Denmark stumbled back, blocking with his axe and trying to get a swing in, but it was impossible as Austria continually thrust at him.
Norway stepped forward and began to draw his sword but Austria was too fast for him. The German nation kicked the Viking in the stomach, sending Norway to the ground gasping.
Denmark took the chance to swing his axe down on Austria but he sidestepped it with practiced ease. Before Sweden could react, Austria brought the hilt of his sword down at the base of his neck. A cracking sound rang through the house and Sweden fell to his knees with a grunt. Austria seized Denmark's axe by the handle and swiftly kneed the nation in the stomach. Denmark dropped to his knees at Austria's feet.
"I am a country for war," Austria said, glaring at the Vikings. "Leave now, before you see what I can really do." Denmark and Norway pulled Sweden from the ground, supporting him as they slowly left.
"Are you here, Liechtenstein?" Austria called. The young nation's head poked around the corner.
"Ja." She smiled at him.
"Gut, I half expected those bastards to take you." Austria strode over to Italy and knelt down beside him. "Are you alright, Italy?"
"YOU'RE ALIVE!" Italy threw himself at Austria and pulled him into a hug, crying out when his burned arm was jostled.
"Ouch! Italy, please release me." Italy obeyed, blanching at the sight of Austria's back. A burn covered the German nation's entire back.
"Scusami," Italy apologized. "My arm got burned." He showed Austria his arm. "They have Germany!" Austria nodded.
"Very well, Liechtenstein, can you please find the first aid kit?"
"Ja." Liechtenstein ran from the room to search the house. Austria stood, rinsed a rag in cold water, and returned to Italy's side. He gently pressed the rag to Italy's burn.
"They have Germany then?" Italy winced.
"S-Sí."
"What else has happened?" Austria asked. "Liechtenstein and I have been on the run for several days now. We were lucky not to be followed."
"World War Three started!" Italy exclaimed.
"World War Three?" Austria froze. "What do you mean World War Three?"
"Ve, the Nordics kidnapped a lot of nations and then Russia started kidnapping nations and he declared war on the Nordics and so did Turkey and Japan!"
"Three nations against five? I think that's hardly a fair fight, they won't win with those numbers."
"But it's not five!"
"Not five? What do you mean?"
"Ve . . . let me think." Italy ticked of his fingers as he listed the nations. "Ve, Germany was captured and he told us that Netherlands and Luxemburg were captured, so that makes twelve for the Nordics. Russia kidnapped Prussia, Estonia, Hungary, and Latvia, that makes seven. North Korea came out of isolation and joined his siblings, so that's . . . six. And Turkey's Union makes five! Ve, it's twelve nations versus eighteen!"
"It doesn't matter," Austria said quietly as he continued to tend Italy's wound.
"What do you mean?"
"One nation alone cannot save the world, but if all of us worked together . . ." Austria trailed off as Liechtenstein returned with the first aid kit. "Danke."
"Gern geschehen. (You're welcome.)"
"Maybe if we got everyone together then we could win!" Italy suggested.
"Win what, Mr. Austria?" Liechtenstein asked curiously. Austria sighed and began rubbing medicine onto the burn.
"We are all very different, Italy. We would have to act as one to do so. No one would want to give up that power. Russia and Turkey would rather control their nations. As soon as Hong Kong and China are rescued, the Asian nations will pull out of the war. It would take a great change to bring us all under one flag." Italy cocked his head, thinking.
"We're like America," he finally said. Austria blinked in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"Ve, America has fifty states, sí?"
"Ja." Austria nodded. He had no idea where Italy was going with this idea.
"And all fifty states are different! They have their own flags and anthems, even their own food! But they all gather under America's flag just the same!"
"I am sorry, Italy." Austria began wrapping Italy's burn. "But that is not how the rest of the world works. Now, I trust you still have your Fiat?" he asked.
"Sí!" Italy leapt up and ran out of the house, calling back at them. "A nation divided cannot stand!" Austria sighed and called back.
"I hope your car is at least working, we have a lot of driving to do."
"Don't worry! My Fiat is the best! It hasn't broken down once!"
"I highly doubt that," Austria grumbled as he cleaned up the first aid supplies and stood, gesturing for Liechtenstein to follow him. "And you are not driving, Italy! I will be driving!"
"Let's go tell everyone to act like America!"
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"I am, like, going to keep you here, Liet!" Poland said excitedly, waving a hand as he spoke. Lithuania and Poland sat in the Polish nation's living room.
"Po," Lithuania said softly. "That isn't going to work. Mr. Russia will find us."
"He totally won't!" Poland assured his friend. "There is, like, no way he knows we're at my house."
"Po . . . I'm pretty sure he does. He already has Latvia, Estonia, and Prussia. And I heard he's captured Hungary too!"
"He what?" Poland asked, aghast. "That is, like, totally not cool! He'll never find us here. He is so dumb; he'd expect us to be at your house!"
"Pol-" But whatever Lithuania was going to say was interrupted by the front door being broken down with a loud crash. Russia stood alone in the doorway smiling.
"Privet!"
"Mr. Russia!" Lithuania sank back in his seat. He had been right all along, Russia had found them.
"What the hell are you, like, doing here?" Poland demanded. "Get out now, before I make Warsaw your capital!" Russia ignored the second part of the demand.
"I visited my Little Lithuania's house but he was not there, so I came here!"
"I told you to get the hell out! I don't want you here and Liet is mine!" Poland hugged the shivering Lithuania protectively.
"Net, you are both mine." Russia smiled at them and Lithuania's shivering increased tenfold. "You will join the Slavic Union, da?"
"Nie! Get out before I totally make Warsaw your capital! Do you, like, even know what we were like when we fought?" Russia cocked his head in thought then smiled.
"Then you will be useful in this war, da?"
"What?"
"Da!" Russia swung his pipe at the friends.
"Eep!" Poland ducked and dragged Lithuania to the floor with him.
"Mr. Russia!" Russia swung again, striking Lithuania on the head. The Baltic nation fell to the floor unconscious.
"Liet!" Poland leapt for his friend but Russia stopped him. The taller nation jabbed Poland in the solar plexus with his faucet pipe, knocking the breath out of him.
"Cholera, Rosje. (Damn you)" Poland fell to his knees on the carpet, his chest heaving. Russia ignored, smiling, and drew a length of rope form his pocket.
"Co de cholery? (What the hell?) Stop!" Poland struggled against Russia as his wrists were dragged behind his back and bound. Russia finished then hoisted Poland onto one shoulder and the unconscious Lithuania onto his other.
"Time to go home, da?"
"Like, no, put me down!" Poland thrashed madly in Russia's grasp.
"Net, you two are coming with me, then I have two more nations to retrieve." Russia left the house.
"What? Who else are you dragging in? Didn't you have enough fun with us during the Soviet era?"
"You are forgetting who else was in the Soviet Union. There was Little Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, you, Hungary, Prussia, and . . .?" Russia trailed off expectantly. Poland hung defeated in his grasp as he mumbled.
"Bulgaria and Romania."
World War Three.
A/N: It was Britannia Angel. Yes, we do know he wears a halo, tunic, and sandals. But we just decided to keep that out for our story's purpose!
When the Solar Plexus is jabbed it knocks the air out of you, literally.
There were several more countries in the Soviet Union, but we decided to keep them out of the story.
And I think we proved ourselves in this chapter when we said we love kidnapping stories.
Hey! Imagine if every one of the sections was its own chapter! That would be a lot of chapters. At least 30 chapters.
O.O