Author's Note: Okay, new chapter. Bear with me, their is some reasoning behind my plot twist. Hope you enjoy, also thank you so much for the reviews! I LOVE them!

Chapter 14

Prussia jogged to catch up to the speed walking Frenchman.

"Slow down! My awesomeness prevents me from speed walking like a noodle!" France glanced nonchalantly over his shoulder.

"Why are we even asking Britain to help us with this? He's to stuck up to help. And he's not awesome."

"I'm asking him to help us because we need him to help us. How do you think we're going to break into America's house? She has the strongest military in the world! Besides, I think he'll want to come. Some revenge if you know what I mean."

"Maybe." Prussia replied. Doubtfully he then said "Why are we going to kidnap America again?"

"Because," France replied impatiently "America is going to keep all this new land for herself, and I will not allow that to happen. As a possible father, or as I truly believe, THE father, I have a right to claim this island as well. But to claim the island, you have capture the country. That's why I'm kidnapping America. You, Britain, Russia and I all have a valid claim for this land."

"Oh. Why is Russia not coming then?"

"Do you want him to come?"

"…No"

"Then why are you asking? No matter, we are here now." France said, stopping outside Britain's property gate. France unlatched the gate and began walking down the long gravel walkway to the Victorian style white washed mansion. At the front door, Prussia pounded loudly on the door."

"ANSWER YOUR DOOR! I DON'T LIKE TO WAIT. SOMEBODY IS AT YOUR DO-"

"-WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?!" A very angry Brit shouted. Opening the door, his eyes widened considerably. Almost immediately the door slammed shut again. "GO AWAY!" the two visiting nations heard from the other side of the door.

"That was rude." France remarked sourly. "Britain! I know you don't want me here, you've made that very clear, but I need to talk to you! Preferably not through a door!" France paused. "I won't go away until you open the door and we have a civilized talk."

"If you don't," Prussia added "I'll pollinate your flowers."

The door flew open again to reveal a blue and red clad union jack pajamad Brit. He was holding a burnt scone in one hand and a book in the other. Overall his appearance reflected the relaxed and disheveled mood Saturdays came with. Beside the fact that he was positively furious.

"You'll what? Don't touch my flower garden!"

"Fine." Prussia said with a winning smile. "Can we come in then?" After a moment of hesitation Britain let the two nations in. He then led the way into his sunny little kitchen (which smelled like smoke) and sat down at his oval table, gesturing for the other two to do so too. France noted that there was a broken teacup on the floor.

"Your teacu-"

"-You're paying for it. Now, will you so kindly explain why you have so 'awesomely' ruined my Saturday morning? You do know we don't work on Saturday's, right? Tea anyone?"

"Yes, please. And we need to ask you a favor, Britain."

"Oh, great…Does this have anything to do with work?"

"Sort of. We need you to help us," France gestured to Prussia and himself, "Kidnap America."

Britain was frozen with a new teacup in his hand. It cracked slightly under the pressure of his hand. Still facing the other way, he asked tightly, "And why would you be doing that?"

France let out a sigh. "Basically to get an early claim on the new land." Britain didn't reply. After filling up two teacups he sat back down at his kitchen table.

"If you're going to get a jump on claiming this new land, why do you want another player competing in this game?"

"Why do we want you to help us? Well," France began to chuckle. England needed a little ego stroking. "You see, we actually have to kidnap America first. You're the best spy in the world, are you not? Plus, you have lived with America for some time, so you know where she live-"

"-That was a long time ago."

"That's beside the point. You know some of her weaknesses, plus, I bet you could get us inside her house."

"Probably…"

"So are you in?" Prussia asked eagerly.

"Yeah…But only because I want to find out some answers. Who knows, maybe we can get some more hints on who the father is while we're with her."

"Exactly!"

"So when do we start?"

"Right. Now."

"TO THE AIRPORT!"

"EN AVANT!"

"Can I put some clothes on…?"

Author's Note: How was it? I have my next chapter planned out, but I haven't actually written it yet. I'm note sure which state/house America should be in when she's kidnapped. If you have any suggestion please tell me! Thank You! I hope you enjoyed!

Also...

En avant (french) means Onward