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"What now?" England angrily whispered, glancing around. Antarctica seemed to be fairly preoccupied, what with her plans for world domination. Around them, the mythical creatures had simply disappeared, not wanting to help anymore after seeing what had happened to Belarus.

The rest of the animals like Gilberd and Kumajirou had stayed by their owners' sides, though clearly frightened. Except for maybe Greece's rowdy cats that were trying to eat Gilberd and his chick army. Luckily, they had the sense to take cover on Prussia's shoulders and head, where he angrily shooed the felines away.

"I suppose . . ." Canada winced. "I don't know. I expected her to argue with me, therefore stalling for time, but she was a lot more willing than I thought she would be. So now . . ."

"Ukraine," the European country said, "how's Alfred doing?" She looked up, concern flashing through her otherwise calm face.

"Not well. He's losing blood fairly rapidly, but he'll live. It'll just be very, very painful." Looking back down, she nervously fiddled with America's glasses, still held together with the duct tape.

"I feel like death," he groaned.

"Well, at least you feel something," England snapped back. "And quit your groaning. When I was your age, I was dealing with the bloody Black plague, not some silly stab wounds, you bloody git."

"Oi, not again with the Black plague!" Australia commented, rolling his eyes. His koala bared its teeth in agreement.

"Well, it's true!" Their voices were rapidly rising, but thankfully no one was threatening them if they didn't shut up. Besides, any sane person could clearly see that once the Country's were on a roll, they would probably never shut up.

"Alfred's useless as far as he's wounded, and constantly whining won't do any good!"

"Why are you so hard on your brother?!" Liechtenstein angrily berated. "He's hurt, and you're doing nothing yourself!"

"I would have to agree with Liechtenstein, you're not doing much yourself there, Arthur," Switzerland said.

"Well, I can't do every bloody thing ar-"

"ENOUGH!" Antarctica commanded, not turning back. "Do you ever shut up? If any of you make another sound, I'll personally feed you to my leopard seals!"

As the England attempted to defend himself against an onslaught of slightly angered Countries through harsh whispering, Germany stood against the wall, busy trying to come up with an escape plan - or any plan at all, for that matter. Currently, he wasn't having that much luck.

'Let us see . . . no entrances seem to be apparent besides the door . . . approximately 37 birds wielding the icicles and the syringes surrounding us . . . Wait, what's up there?!" He wrinkled his nose as he stared up at the extremely tall ceiling. There seemed to be icicles, ranging from 6 inches to 3 feet, dangling from the top. They glimmered, sending off a delicate look.

The longest and most sharp icicles seemed to be hanging directly over Antarctica's throne.

Grinning ever so slightly, a glint in his blue eyes, he motioned at England. Unfortunately, the other was still too busy and ignored Germany. Knowing that the Country wouldn't stop arguing until he defended himself, he summoned Prussia, who came scuttling over.

"Whatcha need, West?" he asked a bit too enthusiastically and loudly. Germany shushed him and the older one toned down the voice level just a bit. "Anything from your awesome big bro?"

"Yeah, yeah, Brother. Look, you see the ice?" Germany pointed to them.

"Yes," Prussia responded, grinning.

"Vell, I need help from your . . ." - here the younger brother coughed a little, shuddering - "um, awesome self. Can your, uh, Gilbert or whatever his name is, and his friends peck through solid ice?"

"Gilberd," Prussia corrected, "and maybe. I don't know. Why?" Leaning in, Germany explained his plan - though it had a fairly low success rate, it was certainly better than standing around and waiting for the world to be taken over. After he said the last word, his red eyes glowed with excitement.

Glancing around, Prussia whispered to the yellow bird, which hopped off energetically as soon as the Country finished instruction. It immediately began chirping to the others, and while they were chatting, Germany began to prepare.

Unfortunately, Antarctica had taken everything from them, including all of their food and weapons. But he still had the suit. The one containing special heaters that regulated temperature throughout his body constantly.

The biggest were located on either side of him. Twisting around to the right, he ripped the sleek fabric and the temperature immediately flew in, making him grunt. On the inside was a small pouch, and as he fumbled at the stitching, warmth radiated. Within seconds, he was holding the heater : a small, handheld device made of metal. He did the same on his left side.

Wrapping them both in ragged fabric, he took out the extremely small roll of duct tape he had stashed in the pockets inside. Pulling it out, wincing at the noise, he ripped some and attached it to the small packages, leaving plenty hanging off.

By this time, Prussia's Gilberd's chick army had gotten assembled; they fluttered around him, waiting. Handing over the packages reluctantly, the European Country watched as they began to take off - about 8 birds were in charge of each heater, and the leader of the birds, well, leading them, heading right to the icicles dangling carelessly over Antarctica's head.

Frowning, he scanned the area. Antarctica : still taking over the world. Penguins : thankfully hadn't noticed him and were busy trying to get England and his protesters from punching each other in the face. He almost felt sorry for him - they hadn't figured out that their attempts would only make it a lot more worse.

For some reason, China angrily was berating England about his poor cuisine skills - in addition to the fact that he couldn't make cereal without burning it, the horrible cook also needed to make more chinese dishes.

Prussia looked like he was suddenly going to be worshipped because of his birds. They were surprisingly fast, with their tiny, short wings. Already, they were almost there.

'This better work,' Germany grumbled in his mind. 'I have an appointment at 5:00.'

They reached the 2 longest icicle's base. Immediately, the ones holding the heaters fluttered at each as the others began bringing the tape around, securing it.

They were back in no time. Prussia, looking like a father proud of his son, beamed and allowed all of them to settle in his white hair. Germany let out a long breath; he had thought they would have failed miserably. Now, they would wait.

A short time later . . .

Water was dripping off the sharp point of the icicles, but the Continent was too focused to notice. Germany held his breath, for once dropping his stern gaze and looking almost hopeful. Any moment now . . . any moment.

Leaning over to his big brother, he murmured, "spread ze word. Tell them to get ready to defend themselves." Prussia obliged. He kept his eye on Antarctica. Already, nearly all the penguins were at the U.S. At her word, they would attack.

The arguing ceased. Glancing at Germany, England almost looked fierce as he turned and clenched his hands together firmly. The aura of the room seemed to get tenser.

"Alright, kids!" Antarctica announced, standing up.

'No . . ."

"Let's see . . . Everything's in place," she commented, stepping away from the throne. "I'm about to take over one of the most powerful country in the world. America, you ready?"

Instead of simply answering 'no,' the Country muttered something that would anatomically impossible.

"Wow, thanks for the tip, but no thanks!" Turning back, she was about to sit back down . . . but not before having a water droplet splash on her face. She looked up.

At that moment, the icicle decided it was going to fall.

Crsshh! The Continent backflipped out of the way, landing perfectly. The throne and part of the panel board : destroyed. Ice shards skittered away, some piercing Antarctica. A thin line sliced through her arm.

Germany decided that there was nothing scarier in the world than her face. It was red - nothing else. Especially alarming when it was on a girl whose skin was practically white. And even more so if that girl in question was stalking towards him.

And some more if she were to be holding a syringe filled with the special liquid.

"I'm going to assume you were behind this, Ludwig?" she asked sweetly. He couldn't reply. That was okay, because they were interrupted before anything drastic could happen.

England was about to tackle Antarctica, but unfortunately for him, a creature popped up.

"I just came right over to say hi!" squealed the Flying Mint Bunny. "Watcha doing?" It flew around his head, giggling.

"Flying Mint Bunny!" he gasped. "Now's not a really good time!"

"Why?" it politely questioned. "I thought you always enjoyed my company!"

"I know, just . . . can't you just disappear and fly back in some other time? I'm really not in a position to have a friendly chat."

It's little mouth trembled slightly. "What Britain? Don't . . . don't you want to talk to me? I was just trying to cheer you up . . ."

"No, no, it's not like that!" he rushed. "It-"

"Talking to your imaginary friends again, Arthur?" Antarctica questioned in a mocking tone. "And I thought you've grown out of that. How sad."

This time, the Flying Mint Bunny tensed up with slight anger. "What did she say? Imaginary?!"

"Flying Mint Bunny," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "it's okay. Run along and I will be able to chat later, please." But it was all worked up now.

It headed toward the Continent, bouncing up and down through the air. "What, you don't believe in mythical creatures?" it asked in it's tiny little voice, sounding almost offended. "You, with your so cute hair and clear complexion?"

"Bunny!" he called. "You don't wanna mess with her! She's dangerous!"

"Oh, and I'm trembling in my wings!" it replied. "Besides, she can't hear me, can she?" Oh, good point.

"You're hair's a rat nest! I can tell you're Antarctica, what with your cold eyes and icy heart! No, wait, I take it back - you don't have a heart."

"What the devil is it saying?" Antarctica demanded, all the while the mythical creature was insulting the Continent.

"Um, uh-," England stuttered. "I do-"

"Eh, doesn't matter," she said, rolling her eyes. "I don't care what your imaginary friend thinks about me. For all I care, they can insult me all day. Why should I take heart to what something that doesn't even exist?" Oh, that really did it now.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU NON-BELIEVER?!" it screeched, making England almost wince. Antarctica sashayed past the crowd. She turned back, making a face.

"Oh, I'm so afraid of your friend, England. What, it's gonna kill me with rainbows and unicorns? Wow, how childish." The Flying Mint Bunny flew toward her, beginning to bite her skin.

"OW!" she shrieked, holding her arm. "What was that?!" England was in shock - he had never seen a - as the Bunny put it - non-believer that was human getting attacked by a mythical creature and feel it.

"Go, Flying Mint Bunny!" he cheered. It was practically wild, scratching and biting at Antarctica, who was flailing around, trying to avoid her invisible enemy.

She swing her hand around, clenched in a fist - to his horror, it managed to hit the mythical creature perfectly. It went flying, landing on the ice floor with a soft thump.

"No!" he heard himself yelling. He dashed over, but the Flying Mint Bunny disappeared, most likely transported back to its own world.

Scratches bleeding, the Continent looked downright murderous - worse than usual, too. She stalked over to England, scooping up the syringe she had dropped. He backed up nervously.

When Antarctica reached him, she looked so intimidating that England nearly cried.

"When I get to the U.K.," she threatened, "I will personally torture every single one of your citizens, with you watching." She raised the needle.

Matthew Williams was frozen. It was not a good feeling. He watched Antarctica threaten England. Everybody was silent, watching, wincing.

He saw something in the corner, behind the control desk.

Was that Germany?

He couldn't tell.

'Please, let it me Germany,' he begged silently. 'I - we - need a miracle right now.'

As he watched the figure, it seemed to crouch down, pointing something at Antarctica.

'Please let it be a tranq gun, please let it be a tranq gun . . .'

The figure pulled the trigger.

A dart appeared in Antarctica's side.

She collapsed.

'YES!'

The figure stood up. It wasn't Germany.

Germany - the real one, standing behind him, shouted out in surprise.

"Italy?!"

Didn't expect that, did you? Or at least, I hope you didn't. Anyways, I'm sorry to say that school's gotten me busy and I won't be writing much. So I can't say for sure when the next chapter will be. Sorry! Kindly rate and review. See you later! :)

-DragonFire0102