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I started editing this at 10:18 am and didn't finish until 7:26 pm. Everyone who appreciates me taking time out of my life to edit this say "aye", otherwise I might stop. Four hours of the editing was spent in class and one hour was spent at dinner. My dorm room is cold . . . I can't feel my hands.
Anyway, Pollux is being a Debby Downer. Shut up, Castor. I don't see you editing the chapters. That's because I'm the plotliner. #$% you! POLLUX!
Alright, we have an announcement to make. There's going to be a Sunday special! Because I don't work!
Also, we'd like to know, who do you think Taiwan should end up with? If there are any pairings you want to see, just tell us!
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All Hell Breaks Loose
Unable to sleep, Cyprus found himself in the house's kitchen looking for something to drink. Draining the glass of water, the nation set it on the counter. The mansion was silent, no one else was awake at the late hour . . . well, Korea was. The Asian nation had been depressed ever since his brother had disappeared. Cyprus leaned against the counter to stare out the window. He didn't hear the door behind him open and close on silent hinges.
Deciding to return to bed, Cyprus turned around and jumped at the sight of the stranger.
"Ne? Turkey?" he asked. Wasn't Turkey asleep in the room they were sharing? The older nation had refused to let Cyprus out of his sight when Greece and Egypt didn't return from the searches.
"Hayır, Ottoman." The doppelganger struck Cyprus across the head with the butt of his gun.
"Gah!" Cyprus fell to the ground clutching his throbbing head. "What are you doing?" he demanded, looking up confusedly at the realm.
"I want ya back, Cyprus. I've missed ya." Ottoman towered over the nation. How was Cyprus sill conscious? The blow should have knocked him out.
"Ne? I don't know you." Cyprus sat up slowly, keeping a careful eye on Ottoman who was watching his every movement.
"Why does this keep comin' up as an issue with all of ya?" Ottoman asked exasperatedly. "Every one of us gets the same question from ya nations." Cyprus gaped at Ottoman. What was he talking about? Was he the one who was kidnapping nations? Scrambling to his feet, Cyprus darted into the living room.
"Dammit!" Ottoman chased after the nation. Why did they always have to run? Couldn't they ever just surrender? Turning a corner, Cyprus opened his mouth and took a deep breath to yell. A hand clamped over his mouth before he could shout. "No, ya don't." The nation's wrists were dragged back by a strong hand. "We can't have ya warnin' everyone else."
"Mph!" Cyprus struggled against the realm, attempting to get his wrists free. He had to warn the others!
"Dammit, now how am I supposed ta tie ya up without ya shoutin' or escapin'?" Ottoman wondered aloud. Cyprus kicked out desperately and hit Ottoman's leg. "DAMMIT!" the realm roared at the top of his lungs then froze. "Kahretsin," he swore softly. Cyprus struggled violently, he broke free of the realm's grip but stumbled face first into the floor.
"Turkey, what's wrong?" A sleepy voice echoed through the halls. Hopeful, Cyprus opened his mouth to shout for help.
"Shut it," Ottoman growled, covering Cyprus' mouth again. "Nothin'," he called to the tired nation. "I just stubbed my toe." Hopefully the nation would be convinced.
"Okay, well, goodnight. I hope you feel better." A door closed quietly and Cyprus resumed his struggling.
"Ya little brat," Ottoman hissed angrily. He was thankful he hadn't been found out. Only someone as stupid as Gaul would let their target announce the realms' presence. Digging a knee into Cyprus back and causing him to wheeze for breath, Ottoman dug a strip of cloth from his pocket and tied it tightly in the nation's mouth.
"Mph!" Cyprus attempted to shove Ottoman off him.
"Quit it." Ottoman dragged Cyprus' arms back and handcuffed them together. Cyprus grunted, yanking on his wrists. He looked behind himself at Ottoman in confusion. What did the doppelganger want with him? Ottoman shoved off Cyprus and bound his legs together then hoisted him over his shoulder.
"Do ya want ta see Greece and Egypt again?" Ottoman asked. Cyprus began struggling and crying out against his gag.
Teutonic leaned against the doorway. "Stick him in the vans we brought," the German realm commanded.
"Fine." Ottoman left the house quietly, striding to one of the few vans parked in the driveway. He climbed in and sat Cyprus in a seat, buckling him down. "Be a good little boy."
Cyprus watched the realm leave him alone. He jerked against the seatbelt.
'What the hell is going on?'
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Lithuania woke up gasping from a nightmare about one of the days he'd spent in Russia's house during the Soviet Union. His fear didn't stop there. Yellow eyes stared down at the nation, a sinister smile on their owner's smile. Lithuania yelped in surprise.
"Privet."
"M-Mr. Russia?" Lithuania scuttled back. Wasn't Russia sleeping with his wife?
"Net." The doppelganger knelt on the bed, still towering over Lithuania. "I am Soviet."
"I-I don't know you," Lithuania said. His hand slipped under his pillow, searching for the dagger he'd hidden there.
Soviet pulled the hand out, turning it over and examining the sharp knife. "Net, you don't," he agreed. "I know who you are, though."
Lithuania grasped the knife in a tight, shaking grip. "PO!" he shouted at the top of lungs. Why hadn't he agreed to share a room with his friend? They would have been more prepared for this, then.
"Must you be so noisy?" Soviet snarled, leaping forward and pinning Lithuania to the bed in a tight grip.
"Get off me!" Lithuania struggled in the intruder's grip. Breaking a hand free, he slashed Soviet across the cheek with the knife.
"Vl. (Ow.)" Soviet gingerly touched the cut. "That hurt, Lithuania."
"It was supposed to." Lithuania slashed the knife across Soviet's other hand in an attempt to free himself.
"Ah," Soviet said with a smile. "You are strong, da?"
"Jūs nustebsite. (You'd be surprised.)" Lithuania wriggled out of Soviet's grip and dashed for the door. "POLAND!" he shouted. "Po ranka! (At the ready!)"
"Liet, like, what's going on?" The door to the room burst open and Poland dashed in, wielding a sword.
"We have trouble," Lithuania flipped the dagger in his hand as he turned to face Soviet.
Soviet slid off the bed and smiled coldly at Poland. "Privet, Poland," he said. "You will be happy to know it was not me who killed you."
"What?" Poland cocked his head in confusion. "I totally don't understand you."
"Hm, if you want to see who killed you, just look to your left."
"What?" Poland glanced at Lithuania. "Liet would never hurt me."
"We're friends." Lithuania tensed. What was Soviet playing at?
"Not in my world," Soviet said cheerily. "Why don't we all just go back to bed?" he suggested.
"Ką? Giving up already?" Lithuania asked.
"Net." Soviet drew a faucet pipe from his coat pocket. "But you may want to."
"In your dreams." Lithuania glanced to Poland. How should they handle this crazy intruder? Poland caught his eye and nodded silently.
"There's, like, no way we're giving up." Poland raised his sword and took a defensive stance. Soviet just smiled at the friends.
"You two are so loud. Why don't I shut you up?"
"You can try, but it won't happen." Lithuania dashed forward, lashing out with his dagger. Soviet sidestepped the knife and struck the nation's armed hand to easily disarm him.
"So easy," Soviet commented. Poland shouted angrily and charged forward, raising his sword. Soviet sidestepped him and struck him across his back.
"Velniai," Lithuania swore, dancing out of Soviet's reach.
"Au. (Ouch.)" Poland sat up and rubbed his head, glaring at Soviet. "Like, who is this guy, Liet?"
"He calls himself Soviet." Lithuania dove for his knife. Soviet swiped the weapon and held it in the air, laughing.
"You are too short, little Lithuania."
"Ēzelis!" Lithuania struck Soviet in the stomach but it was useless.
Soviet frowned and used the hand with the knife to slap Lithuania, leaving a small cut on the nation's cheek. "That was not nice, Lithuania."
"Gah!" Lithuania winced and cupped his cheek.
"Liet, are you okay?" Poland scrambled to his feet with his retrieved sword in hand.
"I'm fine," Lithuania said.
"Bękart!" Poland charged Soviet once more, raising his sword. Soviet glanced at Poland quickly before hitting him in the stomach. Poland dropped his sword and fell the floor clutching his stomach.
"Ēzelis!" Lithuania grabbed the sword and aimed to swing at Soviet. The realm dragged Poland from the floor to stand before him.
"What were you about to do?" Soviet smiled daringly at Lithuania. The Baltic nation froze, tensing.
"Like, don't stop, Liet. Kick his ass." Poland struggled against Soviet's firm grip. The tall realm looked at Lithuania, his face calm.
"Why don't you drop the sword and turn around, little Lithuania?" Soviet suggested.
Lithuania glared at Soviet. Would it be possible to attack the realm but not hit his friend in the process? Seeing no possibilities, the nation threw the sword to the ground with a clatter and turned around slowly. He heard a thump and a "hey!" Strong hands jerked his arms behind him and handcuffed them together.
"You can turn around now." Lithuania obeyed the command, still glaring. Soviet stood before him with Poland pinned beneath him by a boot in the back. The realm withdrew a strip of cloth and tied it tightly around Lithuania's mouth.
"I want you to sit on the bed." Lithuania reluctantly lowered himself to the bed. Soviet leaned down to gag Poland before he handcuffed the nation's wrists. Hoisting the smaller nation over his shoulder, he dragged Lithuania to his feet.
"Let's go home, da?"
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Sweden jerked awake to a shout echoing through the wall. It sounded like Poland. Quietly, so as to not wake his sons from their deep slumber, he slipped from the bed and out the door. He didn't hear the nearly silent footsteps following him down the hallway. The Nordic nation opened the door to Lithuania's room and peeked in.
"L'thuania?" Sweden asked softly.
"He won't be in th're." Something landed a blow in Sweden's back, shoving him into the dark room. The door slammed shut behind him with a bang.
"Who's th're?" Sweden demanded, straightening up and looking about the room. He couldn't see a single thing without a light on.
"Yer storebror." Something was moving in a steady circle around the blind nation.
Sweden followed the sound closely. "I don't h've a br'ther," he said.
The sound froze and suddenly appeared on the other side of the room. "Ja, ya do." The voice sounded rather familiar to Sweden.
"No, I don't." Sweden swung a fist at the voice but struck air. The voice appeared on the other side of the room once more.
"Why do ya d'ny it? Nor, F'nny, and Icy h've acc'pted it."
Sweden straightened up, staring in shock. "You have N'rge, Fin, and Ice?" he asked.
"Ja, and now I w'll h've ya, Sw'de." The voice had traveled once more. "I can play th's g'me all day, lillebror."
"I'm not your lillebror."
"Quit saying th't!" Something struck Sweden in the back of the head.
"Gah!" Sweden slapped a hand over the back of his head, he could feel a dribble of blood through his fingers. "I don't th'nk I ev'n kn'w you."
"The name's K'lmar, K'ng of the N'rth." Something sharp jabbed Sweden's left knee, sending the nation to his knees with a grunt. "Did I see my son in that room b'ck th're?" Kalmar asked.
"Wh't do you mean 'your son'?" Sweden asked.
"My l'ttle New Sc'ndinavia who the oth'r realms k'lled." A blade rested threateningly on Sweden's throat.
Sweden stills. "I don't kn'w Sc'ndinavia." Moving quickly, he swung around and seized the blade's handle. There was a shout of surprise and lightning traveled down the blade and rushed down Sweden's arm. The nation heard a groan and a cough.
"Nej, st'll too early ta do any m'gic."
"M'gic?" Sweden repeated, jerking the sword out of Kalmar's slack grip.
"Ja, Moder, a l'ttle h'lp?" Icy arms wrapped around Sweden's waist, sending a freezing chill down the nation's spine.
"What?" Sweden jerked out of the cold grip. "What's going on?"
"I c'me ta get ya, lillebror." Sweden's legs were knocked out from under him by an axe handle. The Nordic nation landed hard on his back with a grunt.
"Why do you keep c'lling me your lillebror?" Sweden glared in the general direction of his attacker. "I don't ev'n kn'w you." The lights of the room flared on to reveal Denmark's doppelganger towering over him.
"S're ya do." The doppelganger knelt down to flip the dazed Sweden onto his stomach and handcuff his hands behind him.
"Wh't, D'nmark?" Sweden struggled against Kalmar's strong grip. "Th's isn't f'nny," he snapped.
"Nej, it isn't," Kalmar agreed. "And I'm not D'nmark. I quit being D'nmark wh'n I k'lled ya." The realm gagged Sweden and forced him to his feet. Sweden jerked out of Kalmar's grip once he was standing and made a move for the door. His path was blocked by a fur-clad woman he didn't recognize. There was a ring that echoed through the room and a knife pressed into his back.
"W'lk," Kalmar ordered dangerously. "Or I'll go to the room n'xt door and f'nish the p'lar bear off." Sweden froze. Kalmar had been the one to attack his son? Slowly, the nation took a step forward. He couldn't risk Canada getting hurt any more than he already was.
"Good, lillebror." Kalmar forced Sweden out of the house and to a van where he buckled him into a seat.
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Switzerland twitches as something cool blew across his face. A light chuckle sounded somewhere above his forehead.
"Was?" The tired nation cracked one eye open.
"You are very amusant, Suisse." France leaned over him, his yellow his sparkling with mischief.
"France, what do you want?" Switzerland asked tiredly, sitting up. Why did France have black hair?
"I am not France. You are so silly," the doppelganger chuckled.
"What are you talking about?" Now Switzerland was awake . . . and there was an intruder in his room. Slowly, he slipped a hand under his sheets to grab his gun. The doppelganger grabbed the nation's hand with a smirk.
"You always have been a silly man," the not-France commented. "You are so violent too!"
Growling, Switzerland threw his sheets and grabbed his gun. He swung the weapon at the doppelganger's head. The doppelganger ducked and straightened up quickly, punching Switzerland in the face.
"Like I said," the doppelganger sang. "Violent."
"Verdamnt!" Switzerland dropped the gun to cup his bleeding nose. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"I am Gaul." The realm smiled pleasantly. "The Globe version of France."
"Was? I have never heard of Globe before." Switzerland tugged on the arm in Gaul's grip. Gaul smirked and flipped the nation onto his stomach, dragging his wrists back.
"You probably haven't," Gaul agreed. "We don't exactly like to show ourselves off."
"What are you doing?" Switzerland struggled to pull his arms out of Gaul's grasp. The realm above him handcuffed his wrists together tightly.
"Well, I've missed you, Suisse, and I would like you back now."
"Nein! I don't know you!" Switzerland rolled out of Gaul grasp and struggled to his knees.
"Where are you going, Suisse?" Gaul stood from the bed, smiling.
Switzerland glared at the cocky realm before shouting at the top of his lungs. "INTRUDERS!" Gaul struck the nation across the head, sending him to the floor.
"Merde." The European realm grabbed Switzerland, gagged him, and rushed him out to the van. "Stay here while I help my friends."
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"INTRUDERS!" Teutonic cursed as the shout rang throughout the house.
"Soviet and Gaul, you two and I will go with Ottoman," Teutonic ordered. "Vinland and Kalmar are with Formosa and South Korea. Rome, Oceania, and Emerald Isle, you three go with Hispania. Alba and Cambria are with Imperial."
The realms nodded and raced down the halls in their assigned groups. Formosa led his group down one particular hall, looking for a certain dark-haired nation.
Formosa spotted Hong Kong standing outside his bedroom, rubbing his tired eyes. "What's going on?"
"Nǐ hǎo, Hong Kong, aru." Formosa smirked. He had found his little brother.
"Shénme? (What?)" Hong Kong spun in surprise at the Chinese realm. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Kalmar hefted his axe dangerously while Vinland tensed.
"Don't kill him, aru," Formosa snarled. Vinland leapt forward, tackling Bulgaria who had poked his head out the door to see what was going on.
"What?" Bulgaria fell back, struggling with the stronger realm.
Hong Kong stumbled back in fear. "What's going on?" he asked.
Formosa seized Hong Kong's wrist in a tight grip. "Did you miss me, Hong Kong, aru?"
"I-I don't know you! TEACHER!" Hong Kong struggled wildly against the realm's grip. Kalmar slipped behind the nation and pinned him back with his axe handle across Hong Kong's chest. Formosa withdrew a pair of handcuffs, locking them around Hong Kong's wrists.
"I am your lǎoshī, (teacher,)" Formosa said firmly.
"No!" Fear took hold of Hong Kong and he struggled violently until Kalmar released him and shoved him into Formosa's arms.
Formosa hoisted his prisoner onto this shoulder. "Keep them back," he said, motioning to the charging Turkey and Ireland. "I'll get Hong Kong out of here, aru."
"S're th'ng." Kalmar turned and seized Ireland by the wing, landing a blow directly on the nation's shoulder blade. Ireland cried out and fell back clutching his wings. The Nordic realm swung his axe directly at Turkey's head.
"No!" Hong Kong kicked in Formosa's grip.
Turkey ducked and straightened up quickly, grabbing the axe's handle. "What the hell are ya doin', Denmark?" he demanded.
"Sit still, aru," Formosa snapped before jumping lightly out the window.
"TEACHER!" Hong Kong wailed desperately.
"Hong Kong, aru!" China leaned out a window, watching his former student disappear in the arms of his doppelganger.
"The name's not D'nmark." Kalmar wrenched the axe out of Turkey's grip and landed a blow on Turkey's leg. The Mediterranean nation howled, grabbing his throbbing leg. Ripping his sword out of his sheath, Turkey plunged it toward Kalmar's leg but the realm dodged the blow and struck Turkey across the head. Turkey fell to the floor cursing as North Russia leapt over him, swinging her own axe at Kalmar.
"Ublyudok! (Bastard!)" North Russia screamed.
"Who are ya?" Kalmar met the axe with his own. There had never been a nation who looked like this female on Globe.
"I am North Russia." The micro-nation whipped her axe around and brought it down on Kalmar. "You will remember it."
Kalmar grunted as the handle struck his arm. "I've n'ver heard of ya b'fore."
North Russia smiled as she brought her axe back. "I am fairly new, but I learn quickly," she commented.
Officially annoyed, Kalmar seized North Russia by the hair and slammed his axe handle into her solar plexus.
"Gah!" North Russia dropped to her knees, clutching her abdomen. Turkey grabbed her axe form the floor, staggering to his feet and swinging the weapon at Kalmar.
"That's no way ta treat a lady," Turkey snapped.
"L'ke ya would c're?" Kalmar drew his broadsword, holding it in his free hand while hefting his axe in his other.
"Why wouldn't I care?" Turkey grabbed Kalmar's sword wrist while struggling with the axe in his hand. How did the realm carry both at the same time and make it look so easy?
Kalmar flicked the broadsword toward Turkey's face. The nation jerked his head away, narrowly dodging the sword. He smirked as he leaned forward.
"Looks like this is goin' ta be fun," Turkey commented.
China watched Formosa carry Hong Kong away before dashing for the door. Hong Kong was depending on his teacher to rescue him. A hand shot out as China passed and grabbed his hair, dragging him back.
"Aiyah!" China winced as he groped for the hand.
"Bonjour, mon ami." Gaul smirked as he dragged China back into the room. "Where do you think you're going?"
"France? Let me go!" China struggled against the realm.
"Non, I am not France," Gaul whispered in the nation's ear. "I am Gaul."
"Shénme?" China swung his head back in an attempt to hit Gaul who backed away quickly and drew his sword.
"China-san, what is going on?" Japan appeared in the doorway behind China, watching as Korea's doppelganger chased Wales down the hall. His eyes flicked to Gaul and his eyes widened at the sight of the sword.
"They have kidnapped Hong Kong, aru," China explained as Japan drew his katana.
"Go, I will hold him off." China slipped out the door. Japan waited until his brother had left to leap forward and swing at Gaul.
"What's going on, da-ze?" Korea raced down the hall, seeing his oldest brother fleeing away from a room. A door slammed open, striking him in the face. "Gah, my face, da-ze!" Korea fell back, holding his throbbing face.
Russia's doppelganger peeked around the door. "Oy. (Oops.)" He glanced over his shoulder at his fellow nations. "I think it is safe for you to go and get your friend now." Korea stared up at the realm with wide eyes as Turkey's doppelganger slipped past pair. Russia's doppelganger stepped out of the room, towering over Korea.
"W-Wae?" Korea squeaked, scuttling back.
"Privet, little Korea," the doppelganger said. "You do not look much like our South Korea" he commented.
"Y-Your South Korea?" Korea repeated, struggling to his feet. "Who are you?" He spotted Vietnam racing around the corner at the other end of the hallway, blocking Turkey's doppelganger's path.
"I am Soviet." The realm smiled coldly.
Prussia's doppelganger wrapped his arms around Vietnam's waist. "Go and grab whoever you want, dummkopf!" Vietnam struggled violently in the realm's grasp. Turkey's doppelganger smiled and raced down a hall. He passed Wales passed out on the floor after an incident including Korea's doppelganger, a rather large vase, and a hard collision with the wall.
Prussia's doppelganger dragged Vietnam's arms behind her back. Their struggle for control pushed them to a window where the realm grabbed the curtain and wrapped it tightly around Vietnam's body. Yanking on the fabric, Prussia's doppelganger forced the rod to collapse.
"Gah!" Vietnam fell to the floor in a heap.
"Have fun, fräulein, (miss,)" Prussia's doppelganger cackled.
Korea groaned and collapsed as Russia's doppelganger ran his head into the very solid wall. Gaul fought madly with Japan in the room, forcing him to back into a corner.
"This is too easy, mon ami!" Gaul laughed. "You must try harder." Japan danced forward and jabbed at Gaul who dodged the attack and stabbed the nation in the side.
Kalmar slammed his broadsword onto Turkey's hand, sending the nation to the floor.
Japan gasped as the sword nicked him in the side. Slipping around Gaul, he attacked from behind. Gaul ducked and grabbed Japan, flipping him easily over his shoulder. He smiled down at the groaning Asian nation.
"Too easy!"
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Romania managed to shove Canada's doppelganger off Russia. He sent a nervous glance around the room. Were the other nations having the same trouble as he and Russia?
"What the hell is happening?" Romania wondered aloud as Canada's doppelganger backed away from him.
Strong arms wrapped around the nation's chest. "Merhaba," Turkey's voice greeted.
"Ce?" Romania froze. His attacker took the nation's moment of weakness to begin to drag him back. "What are you doing?" Romania struggled against the realm's grip.
"Chto proiskhodit? (What is going on?)" Russia demanded as he stood to his full height, glaring down at Canada's doppelganger.
Romania was slammed into the wall by his attacker. His arms were dragged behind him and handcuffed together.
"I just came ta get a friend," Turkey's doppelganger said.
Canada's doppelganger moved forward, tackling Russia. "You just need to stay out of the way," he growled.
"Gah!" Romania struggled against the handcuffs. "What do you want?" He tried to jerk out of his attacker's grasp.
"I just told ya." Turkey's doppelganger threw Romania over his shoulder and fled the room.
"Net!" Russia struggled to throw Canada's doppelganger off himself. The doppelganger kneed him in the face, causing Russia to collapse to the ground. "Dammit!" Russia grabbed his bleeding nose. "Who are you?" he demanded through a thick stream of blood.
"Me? I am Vinland."
The last thing Russia saw was a fist flying at his face.
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Taiwan gaped at the sight of Prussia stumbling past her with Romano's doppelganger on his back pounding a sword on the German ex-nation's head.
"What is going on?" Taiwan wondered aloud. Every nation she had passed had been in one predicament or another with strange doppelgangers.
"Gott verdamnt!" Prussia shouted, groping behind himself for the realm. "Get off!"
"No, this is fun!" Romano's doppelganger brought his sword onto Prussia's head again.
"It's nothing to worry about, watashi no ai, (my love,)" Japan's look alike said, appearing beside Taiwan.
"Shénme?" Taiwan leapt back in surprise as she drew her sword from her hip. "I am not your love."
"But haven't you always wanted me, Taiwan-kun?" The doppelganger cocked his head with a confused look on his face.
"You are not Japan." Taiwan lunged forward, jabbing with her sword.
"Gott!" Prussia finally collapsed to the floor holding his head.
"This isn't fun anymore," Romano's doppelganger commented as he stood over Prussia with a cocked head. Prussia just groaned.
Japan's doppelganger seized the sword from Taiwan's grip and hurled it into the wall where it quivered and rang. The female Asian nation's eyes widened and she fell back in fear. The realm advanced quickly, smiling.
"Don't worry," the doppelganger cooed. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"No!" Taiwan turned and fled down the hall with the doppelganger hot on her heels. "Teacher!" she called desperately.
The doppelganger seized Taiwan's wrist and spun her around. "Why are you acting like this?" he demanded. "You want me, and I want you."
"I don't want you!" Taiwan struggled in her attacker's grip.
"That's too bad!" Japan's look alike turned Taiwan around once more and yanked the nation's arms behind her to handcuff them tighter. The shackles were so tight they nearly cut off Taiwan's circulation.
"Ah!" Taiwan dropped her weight to the floor in a desperate escape attempt.
"Knock that off!" Japan's doppelganger hoisted Taiwan over his shoulder. "You should know better than to act that way. Great," he grumbled. "Now I sound like Formosa-san."
"No! Help!" Taiwan kicked in her kidnapper's grip.
"Taiwan!" Cuba raced down the hall toward the pair.
"Cuba!"
Australia's doppelganger stepped in front of Cuba, blocking his path. "G'day, mate."
Cuba froze. "Hola, bastardo." He washed helplessly as Taiwan was carried out a window. Grinning, Australia's doppelganger lunged forward and punched Cuba in the face. "Gah!" Cuba stumbled back before retaliating by tackling the island nation.
Emerald Isle stepped aside as he watched the pair wrestle on the floor with a bored expression.
"There's nothing amusing about this," Emerald Isle commented. "Why did I even come?" He heard a door shut behind him and quiet footsteps. Turning away from Oceania pinning Cuba to the floor, the Celtic realm opened the door and poked his head in.
"Dia duit?" Emerald Isle called. A nation spun around, his silver wings fanning in surprise.
"Oh." Emerald Isle blinked before realization dawned on him and he grinned. Wasn't this the twin brother of his Earth equivalent, the one beside Britannia who didn't exist on Globe? "Hello there, éan beag. (Little bird.)"
"N-Níl mé éan beag, (I-I'm not a little bird,)" the nation stuttered, backing away from the door.
"Oh, but you are an éan beag." Emerald Isle stepped forward, his grin widening. What was the nation's name again? Northern Ireland? "Come here, éan beag." He held his hand like one would when trying to coax a dog.
"Uimh!" Northern Ireland backed farther away, pulling his wings taught against his back. Emerald Isle could recall Britannia doing the same thing when he was scared.
"Oh, come on." Emerald Isle advanced on the winged nation, backing him into a corner. "Don't be that way." He could visibly see Northern Ireland trembling as the nation watched him with wide eyes. A slight tremor rattled the glass in the windows. Emerald Isle froze. That was right. The winged nation had earth magic, and he seemed rather unstable too.
"Here," Emerald Isle coaxed, crouching low to the ground. "Come with me and no one will hurt you."
"Uimh! You're lying!" Northern Ireland's eyes flicked to the doorway. "And quit treating me like an animal."
"But you're scared, and I don't want you to get hurt." There was a loud shout behind the door and a bang. A sliver of an axe blade was driven through the thick wood. Northern Ireland jumped in fear and the earth trembled with a small earthquake.
"Come on, éan beag." Emerald Isle opened his arms in a comforting gesture. "I won't hurt you."
"I-I want Alba," Northern Ireland sobbed, curling in on himself.
"There, there." Seeing no danger in his actions, Emerald Isle moved to kneel beside the crying nation. "I won't hurt you."
Northern Ireland whimpered as he shook his head slightly. "I-I think I'm going to be sick," he whispered. His face didn't look green, so Emerald Isle figured it was something to do with his magic.
Sighing, Emerald Isle drew Northern Ireland into a hug. "Just take deep breaths and it will go away," he said soothingly. The nation didn't pull away from the hug but he did tense. Emerald Isle stroked the nations' hair comfortingly, rejoicing in his victory. "It will be alright. No one's going to hurt you."
At his words, a full blown earthquake shook the house dangerously and the nation collapsed, exhausted, in Emerald Isle's arms. The Celtic realm looked down at the small winged nation.
"It looks like he got sick." Carefully, Emerald Isle scooped the unconscious nation into his arms and hopped out the window.
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"North?" Ireland called, holding his injured wing close. "Where are you?" There was a loud whoop before something collided with his body.
"This is fun!" Something collided with Ireland's head and the realm collapsed to the floor. "What is with people and falling down?" Rome huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at the unconscious nation.
"Th't t'nds ta h'ppen wh'n ya hit people on the head," Kalmar commented as he leaned on his axe.
"Ay!" Spain's doppelganger grunted as he hit the ground. Netherlands straightened up from having thrown the realm. A hand wrapped around the Dutch nation's throat.
"Gah!" Netherlands struggled with the hand's owner. An arm wound its way over his chest and pinned him against another body.
"Ya owe me, Hispania," Turkey's voice said in Netherlands' ear.
"Sí, I do, Ottoman." Hispania straightened up, flashing a grin at his ally.
Netherlands struggled in Ottoman's grip. "Let me go!" he demanded angrily.
"Hayır, that would be pointless." Ottoman dragged the nation's wrists back. Hispania stepped forward, clasping the cuffs onto the trapped wrists.
"Let me go, verdomme!" Netherlands swore.
"Take care of him, Hispania," Ottoman said. "I'm goin' ta look fer someone." The realm disappeared down a hall.
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There was a whirring sound as an axe spun through the air and struck the weakening supports of a balcony.
Ukraine glanced up from her fight as the noise. "Luxemburg," she shouted a warning. The nation looked up in horror just in time to see the marble balcony collapse on him.
"Luxemburg!" Netherlands howled, struggling as Hispania forced him away from the wreck.
Teutonic knocked Ukraine off him. "Kalmar, come help me!" He rushed to the collapsed balcony, easily throwing the wood aside. Shoving Spain aside, Kalmar rushed forward and began to dig through the rubble. Together, the pair managed to locate the unconscious Luxemburg quickly. Teutonic checked the nation's vitals before shoving him into Kalmar's arms.
"Get him out of here," Teutonic ordered. "Tell the others to get the vans going." Kalmar nodded, rushing away with the injured nation.
Teutonic turned around in time to see Oceania lead a pouting white buffalo.
"Can I keep him?" Oceania asked excitedly.
"What the hell did you do to him?" Teutonic looked at the buffalo in shock. Vinland had warned them America could transform but he hadn't actually believed it.
Oceania shrugged. "I told him if he wouldn't come with me then I would kill his mate." The buffalo snorted angrily. Oceania had charged into a random room to find a white buffalo standing beside a bed with an injured nation. Apparently he'd stayed out of the fight so he could protect his brother better.
"Really, Oceania?" Teutonic asked exasperatedly. Hadn't he told the realm they weren't going to kill anyone?
"What?"
Teutonic glanced over his shoulder at the chaos. "Everyone fall back," he called. "We've got what we want."
"Da?" Soviet glanced up from pinning the struggling Spain down with a boot. Straightening up, he left the nation to pant on the floor.
"Let's go!" Teutonic bolted for the door, grabbing Rome and dragging him along.
Oceania turned to the white buffalo. "Turn back," he ordered. The buffalo snorted angrily. "I know how to deal with wild animals, mate." The white buffalo huffed before changing back into his human form. Reluctantly, he followed Oceania to the vans, casting a longing glance back to the mansion.
'Stay safe, Canada.'
The nations could only look at their diminished ranks as the realms made their escape.
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Sweden grunted as he was forced to his knees. After the mass kidnapping, the realms had driven their victims through the volcano where they had split up. Sweden had been forced to ride alone with Kalmar until they'd reached the realm's house. And here he was, kneeling in the living room of a realm who had just left him alone.
Kalmar returned moments later with Norway, Finland, and Iceland trailing after him. Norway and Finland looked worse for wear but they were no long sporting any injuries. Iceland and his older brother, though, were suffering from withdrawal. They had become anxious and more irritable as well as restless.
"Wh't do you w'nt, K'lmar?" Sweden snarled angrily.
The realm ignored his prisoner. "Ya two," he said, nodding to Finland and Norway. "Kneel b'side Sw'de." Norway and Finland shared a glance before obeying.
"What are you doing, Kalmar?" Finland asked, shivering in fear.
Once again, the question was ignored. "Icy, c'me h're." Kalmar beckoned to the youngest Nordic.
"Já?" Iceland crept to his 'brother's' side. His eyes were bloodshot from his torturous withdrawal.
"Do ya tr'st me?" Kalmar gently removed the earrings and massaged Iceland's fox ears.
Iceland leaned into the comforting touch. "Já, storebror."
"Godt." Kalmar grabbed Iceland by the shoulders in a firm grip and began to chant in an old language.
"What are you doing?" Iceland wriggled uncomfortably in Kalmar's strong grip. The realm didn't reply. Sharp pain began to race through Iceland's body and the nation winced. Sweden, Finland, and Norway cried out in pain. Iceland's struggling increased.
"Kalmar, you're hurting me!" The three Nordic nations behind him fell forward as their bodies changed. Iceland collapsed to the floor, screaming in pain. Slowly, silenced filled the room.
Had it worked? Worried, Kalmar opened his eyes. Three wolves lay on the floor before him panting and whining. There was a small sound at Kalmar's feet. The realm crouched down to scratch the fox's ear but the small creature backed away, his ears flat against his head. Iceland whined quietly.
"C'me on, lillebror, ya would h've l'ft if I didn't do it." Kalmar held an open hand. Iceland considered the hand for a moment before darting to the side. Reaching out, Kalmar grabbed the fox by the scruff and dragged him back.
"Ya don't run fr'm storebror," Kalmar said in a dangerous voice. Iceland looked up at Kalmar, whining louder. His shaking increased with his fear. The second tallest wolf stood from the floor, growling a warning with his ears back. Kalmar frowned and he shook Iceland slightly. A small jolt of electricity ran through the nation's body.
"Kn'ck it off, all of ya." Iceland yelped, curling in on himself. Norway refused to back down and stepped forward. Finland and Sweden stood from the floor, slightly dazed. "B'ck d'wn," Electricity shot through Norway, making his fur stand on end. Norway balked but growled warningly.
Sighing, Kalmar set Iceland on the floor and disappeared into the kitchen. The small fox watched him then scampered to his older brother and tucked himself between the wolf's forepaws. Norway nuzzled Iceland's head comfortingly. Sweden and Finland exchanged confused glances. Kalmar returned moments later with collars and a leash. He grabbed Sweden by the ear, digging his nails in.
"Sit st'll," Kalmar ordered. Sweden snarled and jerked away, freezing when the action caused pain. The wolf sat still, a deep rumble emitting from his throat. Kalmar ignored the threat, locking the collar around the wolf's throat. He locked collars around Norway's and Finland's necked before turning to Iceland. The small fox backed under a buffet. He stared at the three wolves who all wore blank looks.
"C'me h're, Icy." Kalmar extended a hand. Iceland shook his head, burrowing deeper under the buffet. Kalmar wriggled his fingers and an invisible force dragged Iceland forward. Yelping, Iceland attempted to dig his claws into the floorboards but it was useless. Kalmar clipped the collar around his throat then attached the leash to it. Iceland attempted to run away, his escape halted by the leash. He followed the leash Kalmar's hand and his ears folded back in dismay.
"C'me on." Kalmar stood. "I'll get ya s'me d'nner." Iceland tried to pull back on the leash but was forced to eventually follow. One by one, the wolves followed Kalmar willingly.
'At least I don't h've ta ask Ott'man fer dr'gs anym're.'
A/N: Did you enjoy it? Do I hear any "ayes"? No? Then I quit! I'm never editing another chapter again! *Storms out of room and slams door.* Pollux! You can't just quit editing! I just did! Alright, please, can we get at least four "aye's" so that Pollux with continue to edit. Pretty please?
*Sigh* Well, I suppose I have to do all the notes for this chapter.
I think Pollux said that Northern Ireland has little control over his magic, that's why he causes earthquakes all the time.
Freki and Greki were wolves of Odin in Norse mythology.
If any nations didn't appear in the chapter it was because this was such a busy chapter, it was hard to keep track of what was going on.
Aye . . . Please?
I spent at least seven hours on this chapter! I need a life! And I'm leaving to get one! So goodbye!