A/N: Thanks for the reviews and kind words for my sister(And the double alerts, what?). :] Just in case anyone was wondering, she's home and safe and everything is going to be just fine. WHICH MEANS! I can get back to writing and updating and finishing this up! .. Because I sort of already planned out the ending and figure I've dragged it on for long enough. But have no fear! We've still got a little ways to go though! And I've still got a few tricks up my sleeves.. Hahahahahhaha~ And as always.. The obligatory request for reviews is here.. I mean I worked really super hard on this chapter for you guys.. I figure I owe it to you for being late last week. So reviews, yes? :D
Around the same time that Spain's Team Dos were just beginning to pick their way through the woods on their way up to the headquarters, Team Hero had circled the building before they found an open window to slip through into an empty room.
After vaulting over the window sill first, Switzerland crept across the room and peeked out the door into the vacant hallway. His boots padded softly against the carpet as he returned to the window to address the others. "Looks like the coast is clear. The hall is completely deserted." He adjusted the rifle on his back and checked his watch. "Let's move before someone comes by."
"Deserted?" England asked warily as he too climbed up into the room. "You don't suppose they knew we were coming."
Germany was next through the window, and with a small grunt he hoisted himself up into the empty office space. He let out a long breath. "How could they have known we were coming?" He said rationally and dusted off his coat. "It's not like they would have been expecting resistance. I'm sure they think we all have scattered like rats by now."
Denmark climbed up into the room after Germany and helped Norway through behind him. Last through the window was America and after glancing around the wooded area outside, he shut the window behind him with a soft click.
Norway glanced around the room, than closed his eyes. He traveled out to the hallway with his mind's eye. He did his best to map out what would be the best route to cells where the others were being held. The building was like a maze and the door they were headed towards was locked up tight, but everyone seemed to still be in good spirits, and alive which was the most important part of it all he supposed.
"Watcha got for us Nor?" Denmark clapped his fellow nation on the shoulder, effectively snapping him out of his trance.
"Did ya see where we have to go?" America spoke next, with a concerned look in his bright eyes as he pulled on a pair of gloves.
Norway let out a breath, than nodded. "It should be simple enough to find because I'm here, but the door is locked."
"The cell doors? Well that shouldn't be a problem at all." Switzerland crossed his arms.
Norway let out a breathy laugh. "Oh no. It seems Italy has picked all those locks already."
Germany looked shocked. "Italy did what? I must admit, I'm impressed. I wasn't aware he had any skills at all, aside from cooking pasta and sleeping."
"Well which doors are locked than?" Britain urged impatiently, barely attempting to hide the worry for his capital made apparent by the tone of his voice.
"Only the main door into the room. It looks as though it's locked with a key one of the men have on them no doubt." Norway continued.
Germany nodded. "We should get moving."
"I agree." Switzerland nodded as well.
After one more cautious peek into the hallway, they slipped out of the room and fell into a single file line. Germany opted for front position, after it was decided America would be too enthusiastic if they happened to run into anyone. He clenched his rifle carefully in his gloved hands. Behind the blonde was Norway, then America, Britain and finally Switzerland, rifle in hand, bringing up the rear. They stopped for only a moment, when from one of the rooms nearby they heard Agents laughing and talking. However, once they were sure they hadn't been seen or heard, they continued on. With Norway carefully directing Germany, soon they reached the door that led down to the basement.
"Not to sound like the overly negative voice of reason, but that seemed suspiciously easy, don't you all agree?" Britain whispered. He looked around the hallway as if he could find whoever he thought might be letting them sneak around.
"Don't be such a Debbie Downer Britain. Nobody saw us because we're totally sneaky and awesome." America tried his best to keep his voice at a whisper, but only half succeeded.
"Britain is right though. The lack of patrol men or guards of any kind is unsettling. Germany's hand rested on the handgun hanging at his belt, as he scanned the hallway with his steely eyes. Everything was still and quiet, which was curious. Especially, he thought, for what was supposed to be the epicenter to the Suit's organization and by extension where their lost capitals were being held.
"Then what're we waiting for exactly? If the emptiness is making everyone nervous then let's move please? Standing out here is making me anxious." Denmark shifted uneasily from one foot to the next before turning to Norway. "Open the door."
"I would but it's locked." The blonde shook his head, jiggling the handle again. "I assure you, it wasn't locked before."
"It's what?" America hissed before jumping forward to test for himself.
Britain's eyes narrowed briefly. "What do you mean, it wasn't locked before."
However, before the Nordic nation could answer a click of a gun and a smooth voice stopped him. "Well well, what do we have here? Looks to me like we've got a pest infestation." The voice made everyone turn. Everyone except Switzerland who had a gun resting carefully against the thick blonde hair on the back of his head "How nice of all you to stop by." The man's cool tone didn't change.
Without any further hesitation, Germany had his own gun pointed at the man's face. He was followed quickly by Britain, Norway and finally, after a short fumbling, America as well.
"Feisty bunch aren't you. And well-armed too, look at you. Hackles up and ready to go." He continued to grin as he admired the guns currently being aimed his way. He shrugged and tucked his free hand into his pockets before nodding over to Switzerland. "There yours right little man? Files all said you loved guns. Looks like we've got something in common, isn't that something?"
"Cocky bastard." Switzerland rolled his bright eyes. In a flash, he twisted and in the blink of an eye was behind the man, the barrel of his own rifle resting against the back of the Agent's neck. "Don't underestimate us. Who are you?"
The man seemed surprised, but said nothing.
"Drop your weapons and answer." Germany said lowly.
"Fine, fine. Patience is a virtue you know. You can call me Mr. Two," The man answered finally, and dropped his guns to the floor with a clatter.
"Do you have keys to open this door, yes or no." Switzerland demanded.
"Yes." Mr. Two answered with a snort, with no elaboration.
"Which pocket then?" Britain sighed and let his gun return to its place hanging on his back before stepping up to pat the man down. After removing a few guns from hidden holsters and pockets, he located the key-ring and tossed it to America. "Would you?"
Denmark knelt to inspect a pair of the guns that Britain had dropped to the ground. "Damn.. These are nice man. What are you doing hidin' stuff like this under your vest? Huh?"
"Careful with those. They're.. expensive." Mr. Two flinched.
America let out a sigh, quickly growing frustrated when the first key he chose wasn't the correct one. He huffed and narrowed his blue eyes at the keys.
"It's this one." Norway stepped forward. He waved a glowing hand over the mass of keys and caused one to float away from the others and unlock the door.
America grinned. "That was the next one I was gonna pick! How lucky is that!"
Britain shook his head. "Bloody idiot."
"Let's go." Switzerland poked the back of Mr. Two's head with the barrel of his gun, encouraging him to walk forward.
"Taking me prisoner in my own base? Do you think that's a good idea?"
"I think I said lets go." The blonde deadpanned.
"Reconsider your position, if you don't want to be shot in the head. We have the keys now, you're of no further use to us." Germany warned darkly. "We can find our own way to our friends without your help, Mr. Two."
Mr. Two narrowed his gaze. "I really don't think you have any say on what happens here. As long as you're inside our base, we are in control. No matter how much of this dog and pony show you wanna parade me around for." Before any of the nations in the hallway could react, a group of five armed men had surrounded them.
"Well shit.." Denmark said, successfully summing up what was currently going through everyone's mind."
"I suggest you drop all your weapons and get rid of those radios. I'm glad you could all come and visit, and now we can make you comfortable." Mr. Two tucked his free hand into the other pocket of his slacks.
With a reluctant growl, Switzerland let the man go and had his beloved rifle snatched and turned on him. Germany discreetly slipped his radio into his pocket before dropping his gun to join the others on the ground. America was grumbling something under his breath and the others were trying to plan some kind of course of action, but judging by the amount of furrowed brows, were drawing blanks.
"I hate to use your words against you little man, but let's go, and hands up high. You're so small I'm afraid I won't be able to see them otherwise." Mr. Two motioned the group forward through the now unlocked door.
"Come on bro. This is basically the opposite of what we are supposed to be doing." America shook his head, with a frustrated sigh.
With Italy's diligent assistance, DC had been watching Austria's old pocket watch worriedly as every second of the half hour given to America to come save them ticked down. They sat side by side on the floor, leaning against a wall in between two of the cells. She had her arm wound through his tightly as she chewed on her lip and tried to think about a new possible course of action, if her hero wasn't able to come for her.
"Do you think they'll make it in time? They're running out of it.." He looked up at her, but leaned towards the watch.
"I know they are, and it's happening fast. I really hope they're on their way. I'm out of ideas for us…." She sighed and closed her eyes against his shoulder and thumped her forehead against his soft shirt a few times..
"What if they don't get here? Like, then what's the plan?" Poland crawled away from Lithuania, and where they were sitting just a few feet away on the cold stone floor, to peek at the watch clutched in DC's hands.
She met his green gaze. "I really don't know. I haven't quite wrapped my mind around the idea that America might not be coming to save me yet. We'll have to figure something out on our own if they don't ever show up I suppose."
"It'll be okay DC." Italy said quietly, taking one of her hands both of his.
"Hm." China squatted in front of her, hugging his knees to his chest and tapping his chin thoughtfully. "We must plan to take everyone's safety into account in our plan, first and foremost. But with no means of communication, we will be forced to travel altogether. Which is dangerous to say the least, don't you agree?"
She nodded. "I just don't know what we're gonna to do."
"I'll take care of anyone who comes to threaten us, da?" Russia offered suddenly.
"I'd rather you didn't." Estonia shook his head with a quick shudder and an equally short step in front of Latvia.
Suddenly the tell-tale soft click of someone pushing a key into the lock of the door silenced the room. China hopped to his feet, followed quickly by DC who was still holding onto Italy's hands. Russia turned, his smile falling slightly and his grip tightened on his pipe. There was a growl from Turkey somewhere at the back of the room. All the present nations and capitals tensed. Everyone knew that if the Agents entered the room, they had to be ready to attack and defend themselves. As the tension grew near unbearable, the lock clicked and the door swung open.
"What did you think would happen, breaking into our base. Now in you go. All of you." Mr. Two's voice came from somewhere behind the shadowy figure now darkening the doorway.
"America?" DC breathed as his bright eyes met hers. His hands were held above his head and she could barely make out the other members of his team behind him. His face changed for a moment and his eyes shifted back over his shoulder. "They got caught?"
Italy whimpered and took a step closer her as everyone in the room tensed again, but stood at the ready none the less. She took a hold of his hand tightly, which was becoming a habit rather too quickly for her to be worried about it. She gave it a reassuring squeeze and rested his forehead on her shoulder.
"What are you stupid, or something blondie? I said walk now! Walk. Walk! What don't you understand about that!" Mr. Two demanded angrily. He stormed through the door and up to the front of the group he had been forcing forward. With a quick flick of his wrist he pulled his gun out of the holster at his him and et it against America's temple.
Russia's smile changed from sweet to sinister as his violet eyes fell on the Agent. "Hello again comrade." He hissed venomously, He took a few long steps forward and set a hand on his shoulder. "I must admit, I have been waiting to discuss a few things with you, da?"
"Hell yeah!" Denmark's voice echoed from the hallway just outside the door. "And stay down!"
"Den? That you out there?" Finland brightened and peered through the group.
"Keep your voice down, ya?" Germany's voice was next. "They've all been pacified America do your worst."
"Pacified?" Mr. Two paled and his posture lost a little arrogance. He stole a nervous glance over his shoulder at the huge nation standing behind him with a dangerous look on his face.
"Awesome! Glad to hear it!" America proclaimed as he stepped into the room fully, followed by England who still held out the key ring with a single finger looped through and jingled it lightly. Behind him were Switzerland, Denmark and Norway and finally Germany. They dragged a few now unconscious agents and dropped them in a pile just inside the door.
Mr. Two laughed nervously. "Hey come on, we can talk about this right? I was only following orders I didn't mean to call you.. abominations." He tried to talk his way out of punishment but even he gave up at the end with a long sigh. Russia pushed him into the cell nearest to the door, and shut the door tight.
After a moment, DC left Italy's side and tackled America into a tight hug. With the momentary tension finally broken, the members of Team Hero dispersed about the room. Finland, Denmark, Norway and Stockholm gathered at the back of the room and began recounting events happily. Germany was ignoring a happily babbling Italy to get information from Austria with a very unhappy Switzerland scowling at his side. England was receiving the same treatment as America from London, with a less then pleased France looking on from her side. The prison room felt a little lighter suddenly as everyone let out relived breaths at the return of their friends.
"I was so worried, I was so worried America.." DC shook her head and buried her face against his neck as she hugged him tighter. "Everyone was saying you weren't coming and I kept telling them you were coming"
"Hey hey, relax." He released the petite brunette from a crushing bear hug to look her over carefully. His gloved hands took hold of her face and he smiled at her. "We're together now so you're gonna need to fill me in on everything that's been going on okay? You're not hurt are you?"
She shook her head. "He tried his hardest to get me to do what he wanted but I didn't. I stood my ground. Plus it helped that I had Italy and everyone else backing me up." She smiled and took his hands from her face. "How about you?"
America laughed loudly. "Never better dude. You shouldn't worry about me." He adjusted his glasses and glanced around the dark room at their scattered teams. "I'm just glad you're all okay."
Across the room, Germany had finished explaining the current situation to Austria. The aristocrat nodded thoughtfully with a long sigh. "So what now? How do we contact Spain if they took all your radios?" He crossed his arms. "What's our next step exactly?"
"I brought an extra, of course." Switzerland rolled his eyes. He slipped the earpiece from the pocket of his coat and after a short sigh, attached it too his ear. "Do you think I'm an amateur." He scoffed at Austria who only rolled his dark violet eyes.
"I was able to keep mine as well, if we need it." Germany said. He passed it to Austria then turned to Italy. "Now what were you talking about? You've been babbling an awfully long time Italy. Don't talk over me when we're having an important conversation."
The auburn haired young man had grown quiet when Germany had started talking, but his face lit up again. "Only that everything is fine now that you're all here and DC kept me safe!"
"Which reminds me.. You!" He pointed to DC from across the room and she jumped.
"Me?" She pointed to herself, suddenly very intimidated under the blonde's harsh gaze.
America chuckled. "He's looking right at you DC." He said under his breath.
"That's right! You didn't meet Germany! Or at least not officially!" Italy bounced over to her and took both her hands tightly in his. Her attention fought to stay on Germany's intimidating gaze, but the warmth of Italy's hands made it less terrifying. "Come on, come on! I'll introduce you!"
"We did meet briefly, but not.. Oh what's the point." Germany cleared his throat awkwardly as Italy pushed the brunette towards him. He held out his hand. "I'm Germany, since we weren't properly introduced before. It's nice to meet you. Er, I'm charmed."
Having freed one of her hands from Italy's grip, she took his and grinned. "Washington DC. And it's my pleasure really. And you are.." She turned to the other man.
"Switzerland." The green eyed blonde answered shortly, before returning his attention back to the radio in his ear. Whoever had the other radio was obviously being extremely difficult and the annoyance was showing on his face. "No, can't you give the radio to Spain? What do you mean he's busy.. Busy doing what exactly-" He paused as he was cut off. Finally his jaw clenched and he shouted, "Then why don't you tell the 'potato bastard' yourself if you're so mad at him!" The Swiss all but ripped the radio from his ear, by now fuming with anger and held it out to anyone willing to take it. "He's impossible! You deal with this!""
"Fratello?" Italy asked. He squeezed DC's hand and reminded her that he still gripped it tightly. "He's being difficult?"
Germany snorted. "Not me. I doubt I'll do anything but make him more disagreeable."
"Not me either." Austria shook his head. "I don't want anything to do with that."
DC held out her hand. "I will. I mean, we need the information right?"
"Good luck." Switzerland huffed and dropped the radio into her palm.
"Everyone quiet!" Germany barked as she secured the radio in her ear. The gathered nations and capitals complied and turned to watch what was going on with the radio.
DC cleared her throat and glanced around at the expectant gazes of everyone in the room, and pressed the button on the radio. "Uh, hello?"
"Who the fuck is this!" The voice on the other end shrieked angrily, causing both DC and Italy, who had pressed himself against her ear in order to listen, to jump.
After regaining her composure, she spoke again and tried her hardest not to shout as she was sure had lost the hearing in her left ear. "Well, this is Washington DC. I was head of the Suicide Squad? I was keeping your brother safe."
"Washington DC. That girl? So.. You're all safe right?" His voice dropped in volume significantly. "And my stupid brother.. You kept him safe right? Because if you didn't I will hunt you down."
Italy grinned and nodded quickly, even as DC cringed.
"Yes, yes. Er, he's just fine. Everyone's safe and sound. Are you all safe? Who exactly do you have with you?"
"Safe enough." The Italian snorted. "There's me of course, Romano nice to meet you. Then the tomato bastard, two quiet guys, either China or Japan I haven't decided which and then Sweden.. who's terrifying by the way. How does anyone spend any time at all with this guy."
DC tried to keep track of everyone Romano had listed. "So Sweden, and China's here so that's gotta be Japan.."
"And Spain. Big brother Spain is the tomato bastard." Italy added helpfully. "Isn't Romano funny." He smiled apologetically.
They exchanged glances and shrugged, unable to decide who the 'quiet guys' were meant to be.
"Are you close to where we are?" She asked next.
"Psh, how would you expect me to know that? Are you close to where we are? Because we're in the shit out here. There were some guys in suits that were looking for something out here." Romano's voice grew quiet as he trailed off. "Damnit, those jerks Spain was looking for are coming this way."
"Someone found you?" DC asked and everyone's attention was now focused intently on her and the disembodied voice of Romano, with the exception of Russia who was still busy with Mr. Two. "Romano are you there?"
"Find somewhere to hide fratello. You have to stay safe until we can find you." Italy whimpered and held tighter onto DC's hand and she leaned her head a little closer to him for comfort.
"Veneziano, is that you? Of course I'm hiding you idiot. What do you think this is." He snapped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hold on."
His end of the radio fell completely silent and DC chewed on her bottom lip nervously and held onto Italy's hand a little tighter. A few minutes ticked by and the radio remained silent. The air in the room grew heavy as everyone took a step towards her and the nations gathered around her.
"Romano?" DC asked. "Are you still there?"
"What? Yeah I'm here. Those bastards kept walking. They looked like they meant business though." Another couple voices leaked through the radio. "Yeah, yeah. I've got it under control." Romano said to the other voice. "Yeah the tomato bastard is back and he wants to talk to you and whoever the hell else." There was a pause before he rushed to say, "Stay safe until we get there okay?"
"We will."
"Who does he say is there with him?" Austria asked.
DC met his violet gaze. "Spain, Sweden and Japan for sure. Then he said two quiet guys he didn't recognize. That could be almost anyone-"
"Canada?" America piped up. "No one ever recognizes him. If my brothers there I want make sure Spain tells him I'll be there for him as soon as I can."
".. Like, who?" Poland asked, raising an eyebrow.
Germany let out a breath. "It is Canada and Ottawa."
"Miss DC?" A cheery voice came through the radio next. "This is Spain. I am very very sorry we couldn't have met under better circumstances. It would have been nice to have a proper introduction but this will have to do. I regret to inform you but, my team and I are in need of some assistance."
"That's not a problem at all Mr. Spain-"
"Oh just Spain, please."
"Right, just Spain, hold on just a second." She released the button and turned to her waiting audience to relay the distress call. As she opened her mouth however, she was interrupted by Russia.
"He's ready to talk now." With the ever sweet smile present on his face, the grey haired man dragged a bruised Mr. Two by the back of the collar from the cell.
Expectant eyes all turned on the deflated Agent as Russia dropped him at his feet. His glasses had obviously been broken, judging by the cut and bruise on the bridge of his nose to match one on his left cheek. His neat ponytail had been disheveled and his clothes were a mess.
"Go on and tell them what you told me, da?"
"One moment Spain, we have an Agent here about to talk." She clicked the button on the earpiece.
"Oh what an interesting development." She could hear the grin on Spain's face through the speaker. "Keep me posted please."
"Yes of course."
Mr. Two glanced around the room, than took a breath. "Whatever your planning it won't work. Mr. Boss is already seven steps ahead of all of you. You think you can break out? Or break in for that matter? Listen, everyone who is on that hit-list has been profiled extensively. If your name is in that book, we know everything about you. We know what you're thinking, feeling, hell we even know what you're going to say probably before you do. We know who you care about and who you don't care about and who you're close too. You can't beat an enemy who's studied you like this. Who knows what your next two steps are going to be."
"Everyone who's on the list meaning.. All existing nations along with their capitals right?" America asked suddenly, earning himself a few strange looks.
"That's what I just said you idiot." Mr. Two snapped, earning himself a pipe to the back of the head. "Don't you ever listen before you talk?"
"Play nice." Russia scolded.
After a sigh Mr. Two continued. "Right Mr. America, all existing nations and their capital cities are on the list."
"Señorita, I hate to bother you, but we could really use that rescue team. The Agents are on to us out here." Spain's voice cut in through the radio and made DC refocus. "Has the man you've captured said anything helpful?"
"I'm so sorry! Yes, rescue mission!" She said quickly and punched her fists together, which caused Italy to flinch beside her. "Spain needs help! Can we send someone? Or multiple someone's ideally?" She addressed the gathered nations.
"Leave it to me!" Turkey proclaimed, marching from somewhere at the back of the room and pushing a few nations by the shoulders out of the way. "It has been torture being locked in here! I've been doing nothing and I have all this energy. Agh! I'm ready to kick some ass."
"Me as well. I'm feeling, ah what's the phrase. Ants in my pants?" China volunteered happily with an eager hand in the air.
"And count the hero in, of course!" America grinned. "No way I'm getting left out of a rescue mission! Besides, I think I have a solution for our problem. Can't solve anything from in here can I."
Denmark appeared from where the other Nordic nations had gathered to stand at Turkey's side with an excited. "Hell yeah! Count me in!"
"I'll.. Er, keep everything in order. This is quite a lot of energy all together" China sighed when the team of enthusiastic nations assembled, and assured the other much calmer nations scattered around the holding cells everything would be fine. He held out his hands as the nations who had volunteered gathered around him.
"You still there Spain? Is everything okay?" DC spoke through the radio.
"Ah, si, yes. We're fine for now. Any good news for me?"
She grabbed hold of America's sleeve to keep him from moving. "Good, alright I'm sending America, Turkey, Denmark and China out there. Hang tight, they're on their way alright?"
"We will. Will they be staying in contact with us?"
"Yeah I'm passing the radio to America now. Stay safe."
"And you as well."
DC pulled the radio from her ear and handed it to her nation before asking. "What are you planning? It's not like you to ask questions."
"Don't worry, I thought of someone who can get us out of this." He adjusted the earpiece and with a grin he added. "I'll keep the radio, but I'm not coming back with the group."
"Wait, what? What does that mean-"
"Hey! Listen, if these guys are seven steps ahead of us, I'll just have to be a step faster than that. I'll be back to save everyone I promise. I'm the hero remember?"
She searched his face and her eyebrows knit together. "Fine, fine. I believe you. Just be careful alright? And don't do anything reckless."
"You got it." America joined the Turkey, Denmark, and China by the door. "Yo Spain!" He shouted into the ear piece. "Don't you worry that curly head of yours man, we're on our way to save your ass!" With that, the door shut, leaving an awkward dead silence in the cell block.
"Tch. China is going to have his hands full on this one." England shook his head.
"This is a really pathetic effort. Whatever he has in mind it won't work. You can struggle all you want but in the end Mr. Boss will just kill you anyway." Mr. Two spoke. "Whatever struggle you think you're putting up is just a waste of time."
DC set her jaw and turned to the still pretentious and cocky agent kneeling on the floor behind them.
"And what exactly is Mr. Boss planning?" London asked before DC could. "What is this master plan he has for us?"
"Hm. As if I know-"
"Do you?" Russia challenged dangerously.
The Agent sighed. "Listen, I only know he's planning something big, and you all being here is part of that plan. He's the only one who knows the details. Well, him and maybe Mr. Three but trust me, not even that pipe could make him talk. I'm more the action guy not the plan guy."
"I wouldn't bet on that." Lithuania commented as the air around Russia grew poisonous and his grip tightened around his pipe, and the other two Baltic nations shivered.
"So then, where can we find this Mr. Three?" England asked. "Seems to me he's the man we need to see about all this."
"I agree with Angleterre." France said with a coy smirk.
"Bloody frog."
"You don't have to look for him. Trust me, just wait around long enough and Mr. Three will find you. And when he does, you'll wish he never had." Mr. Two closed his stormy grey eyes and let out a breath. "I don't think you realize how little control you have over this situation you really have. You may feel like you're running the show, but you aren't. It's all an act. You're like a bunch of puppets hanging on strings, free for the puppeteer to direct as he sees fit. And here's a newsflash, your puppet strings are about to be clipped."
Italy took hold of the back of DC's coat and she took a step back towards him, comforted by the contact.
"Puppets on strings, huh?" Finland asked and cocked his head to the side. Norway, who stood at his side, locked his blue gaze on the man.
"You don't seem scared. Are you all really that dumb? Do you not realize your fate was sealed the moment you set foot in this base?" Mr. Two all but growled in frustration.
"Like, we have a habit of not giving up and junk. We are nations after all." Poland snorted. "Gonna have to try a bit harder than all that,bro."
Mr. Two looked around at the unwavering expressions of the nations and capitals, all now watching him intently. "Tenacious bunch of monstrosities aren't you. Fine I'll tell you where you can find Mr. Three, but only so someone I can tolerate will have the pleasure of wiping this ridiculous confidence away."
Somewhere in the bowels of the Suit's headquarters..
"..But only so someone I can tolerate will have the pleasure of wiping this ridiculous confidence away." Mr. Two's voice came through a speaker, feeding directly from a wire placed on his chest.
"Shall we move out then sir?" Mr. Three's eyes flashed dangerously from behind his mask. The blade master and his three man cell stood at the ready. "I believe that was the signal. Was it not?"
"All the pieces are falling into place." Mr. Boss smirked. "Yes. Go now to the location we discussed earlier. Wait there, and then we're going to have some fun."
"Yessir." Mr. Three lead his team through the door and out down the hall.
"It's almost time now to rid the world of these monsters. I'm so close." Mr. Boss set his fingertips together and leaned back into his leather chair with a low chuckle. "Almost time."
A/N(Pt. II) Holy cheese and crackers.. This is the longest chapter I've ever typed up for anything.. But it all fit together so well that I didn't split it up. So any ideas on what dear America is planning? And what is up with Mr. Boss! Will London and France continue being friendly? What about Italy and DC? What's going on there? And Spain and his Team Dos? :D I am just way juiced off this chapter guys.. Don't know if you could tell.. Hahaha.