Yes! Finally got over my writer's block thanks to RavenAndRobinLover and America96. You guys have no idea how much you helped me out, really. I'm sorry that I was gone for so long, and as an apology, I wrote a very special omake at the end. Hope you like it and, as always, ENJOY!

Japan was walking down the hallway after visiting and questioning Germany. He was planning on visiting Prussia first and give him America's prized possession, his jacket; but something told him to visit Germany first. He had a lot on his mind, and wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. According to his friend, a group of four had broken into the hotel, knocked out the two nations standing guard, beat the crap out of Canada and Prussia, took America and fled through the window, then knocked out Germany after he started to chase them.

It had been an unpredicted turn of events for the nations of the world. None of them expected America to have been taken from them so quickly after they had just gotten him back. It was these exact events that kept playing over in Japan's head; the Asian nation trying his best to piece all the information they had together. This seemingly little problem had been blown completely out of proportion, and now it was a race against time, something they might not have much of at this point.

Japan was consumed by these thoughts, so it seemed obvious that he would run into someone at some point in time. Luckily, the person he walked into was able to catch him before he fell. "Ah, are you okay Japan?" Japan looked up and met bright green eyes and a tanned face before replying, "Hai, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Spain just laughed it off, guessing the reason for Japan's lack of attention. It was then that he noticed the familiar brown jacket wrapped around the petite nation's arm. His eyes widened slightly at the sight, and then recalled that his best friend had a crush on that nation. It was common knowledge that he liked the other. "Hey Japan, what are you doing with America's jacket?" It took Japan a few seconds to register what Spain had said; he also had to look down to make sure that the thing still in hands.

Japan looked up at the Spanish nation in confusion before realizing what the other was implying. Japan was flabbergasted, and, being the smart man he was, decided to handle it the same way anyone would; by having multiple effusions run across his face and become flustered. Spain couldn't help but laugh at the smaller nation before putting an arm around the other and trying to calm him down, much like a certain blond would do, while trying his best to stifle his own laughter. "Hahahaha, c-calm down Japan. I-I di-, hahahaha, didn't mean to w-work you, pfft, up like that." After that, Spain could no longer contain his laughter and, quiet literally, fell and rolled and the floor laughing like there was no tomorrow. Leaving a red-faced nation to try, and fail, to compose himself and continue to walk towards Prussia's room.

Unfortunately, before he could make ten steps forward, he was intercepted by a tall blond with shoulder-length, wavy hair. "Oh, what do we have here?" Japan, assuming that he talking about the Spaniard currently rolling on the ground like a mad man, just shrugged his shoulders and tried to walk past the Frenchman. Of course, he would have none of that, after all, no one simply walks by France. With his pride and image on the line, France whirled around and grabbed the Japanese man from behind, much like how he grabbed Britain all those years ago during WW2. He bent down and whispered into the nation's ear, "Where do you think you're going?" Then proceeded to nibble the other's ear.

Now, if Japan wasn't still flustered from Spain's comment or didn't have his hands behind his back, then he would have pushed France away and ranted about personal space. However, seeing as both of those things restricted his motor abilities, he could do nothing against the Frenchman that was dragging him down the hallway. The petite nation vaguely remembered Britain telling him about him being stuck in a similar situation.

As if on cue, said nation walked out of his room and stared, shocked, at the sight in front of him before noticing his friend's distress. Jumping into action, the Brit pried the Japanese man out of France's arms, earning a pout from said Frenchman, before yelling at him for trying to do…well, you know what. While France and Britain started one of their many and infamous arguments, Japan took this time to quickly walk towards Prussia's room.

This time, Japan actually made it to Prussia's room with no problems. I guess the old saying, "Third time's a charm," applies to this as well. Japan was about to knock on the door, when it suddenly swung open, revealing a red-eyed Canada. Japan, once again stunned, just stood in the doorway, staring at the Canadian. After realizing how rude he was being, he quickly apologized and stepped out of the way, letting the Canadian through. Canada said a swift thank you before bolting towards his room. Poor Canada, out of all of us, he's probably the one that's the most upset by this. I'm going to have to talk to Kudai about her making this story too depressing. Japan hesitated before sparing a glance at the quickly retreating figure of the Canadian. After making a quick mental to talk to the author, he entered Prussia's room.

Today was a very good day for the boss. Why? Well, for once the night corps actually listened to him, and he was able to get his favorite toy back. To him, this was a cause for celebration. I can't start celebrating just yet; I still need to see if my toy is one piece.

As he was walking down the dank hallways, making turns when he needed to, he couldn't help but let his mind wander. It seemed like those stress-filled days when America went missing happened years ago. It seemed like nothing could bring him down from the escalated high he was feeling at the moment. For him, things could only get better. It didn't matter if the American was in a "coma," that just made it easier for him to be experimented on. It will also be a way for him to see if the modifications he made to Steve worked. Finally, something was going right!

Of course, because he was lost in his thoughts, the boss failed to realize that he was at his office until he walked into the door. He swore loudly as he held his nose, trying to figure out if it was broken or not. He didn't think it was, but damn it hurt. "It doesn't matter, no one saw. I'm not going to let this ruin my good mood," he said to no one in particular. He entered the room and shut the door quickly, incase someone saw him talking to himself; it would never do to have subordinates think you're crazy.

After making sure no one was in the room, he walked over to his desk, bent down, and unlocked the concealed drawer under his desk. He reached in and grabbed the only thing in there, a USB, then plugged it into his computer. As he waited for the file to load onto his computer, since it was already turned on, the boss decided looked around the room once more (you can never be too careful, or so they say) and couldn't help but admire the little room he was in. The walls were painted a lovely shade of grey. (A.N.: If you say 50 shades of grey, I will murder you!) Resting against it was a large, floor to ceiling bookcase that spanned across the entire back wall. The floor was beautifully finished with American Cherry wood. A plush, black leather chair sat behind the mahogany desk the boss cherishes oh-so much.

Hearing the familiar "ding!" from his computer, the boss turned back to it and started typing in the decryption code to open the hidden door behind the bookcase. Now, if you were to ask the boss if he got the idea to put it there, of all places, from the charming cartoon "Scooby-Doo," then you would be correct. However, his pride would never allow him to admit that he got the idea from a children's TV show, and he would blatantly deny it.

The boss turned around just in time to see his favorite book, "World War Z," fall to the ground. Sighing, he walked over to the book and put it back on the shelf. Was it really necessary to have me bend over and pick up this book, then put it back on the shelf just to get down to the lower levels?

Once the rumbling subsided and the bookshelf had rearranged itself, the boss walked down the long flight of steps. Occasionally he would put his hand against the wall, as the staircase wasn't always lit with light from the various ceiling lights that would go out at a moment's notice. That always seemed to happen when he voiced his hopes that it wouldn't go out. Of course, his complaint would always be, "What the hell? I say I don't want the light to go out and then it does! What kind of crack comedy is this!?"*

Once he reached the bottom of the staircase, he looked around the room and saw that there where five different doors. Once again sighing and making a mental note to talk to the author about making this building way too complicated, he headed towards the second door to his left and opened it, realizing that he opened the wrong door after he had a face-to-face encounter with a very large Asian black bear. It roared at him as he backpedalled and slammed the door as quickly as humanly possible. I am seriously going to kill Kudai! With this thought, he stormed over to the second door on the right and yanked it open; his previous joy completely forgotten.

After standing in the doorway for several minutes trying to compose himself, and making sure that this was the right room; he entered and stood in front of the incapacitated American. As he stared down at America, he couldn't help but smirk as he saw the other twitch in his "sleep" as more scratches appeared on his, already racked, body. The American was getting what he deserved, and it was only a matter of time until the real fun started.

The boss's smirk was quickly replaced with a frown as he saw a large gash appear on the American's arm. I should probably wrap him up a little, since I won't be able to do much if he's almost dead. He quickly walked over to the cabinet in the far corner of the room and grabbed the small medical kit he knew was going to be there. He walked back to the American and started to put disinfectant on it when he heard a groan coming from the American. The boss briefly paused and looked up at him before turning back to his work. There was no way he would break free that quickly, even if he only had a couple of people that he truly cared about, which the boss highly doubted. America wouldn't be in this mess if he did.

He finished wrapping the American's arm and decided that was the most kindness he was going to show towards the American. It didn't matter if no one was around; he wasn't going to look weak in front of anyone. Taking one last glance at the American, he left the room and went up the stairs to his offices. All the while thinking, What's gotten into you?

America was in the forest outside his brother's house. It was snowing and the trees looked like they were completely frozen. He was hesitant to look around and see if anyone was there, but decided to anyway. As he trudged through the frozen forest, he couldn't help but think that it was too quiet, even if it was winter. There would be at least a couple of birds singing, and the occasional woodland creature scurrying past, but none of that happened. America was starting to get the feeling that he should turn around and leave, and was about to follow its' directions, when he saw a familiar blond with a long, loose curl sticking out of the top of his head. His eyes widened and took a step towards his brother, but then hesitated. What if he ended up fighting Canada like he did with his mother? He didn't want to kill his brother, it's bad enough he killed his mom. Should he go and leave his brother behind, or should he stay and run the risk of killing his only brother? America couldn't decide, but it seemed that a little polar bear decided his fate for him.

Once Kumajiro started walking away from the Canadian, he looked up from his crouched position. His eyes widened as they met America's, then narrowed dangerously. It was then that America noticed what Canada was wearing. It wasn't his standard military uniform, but the one he used during the war of 1812. America took a few steps back as his eyes widened further. His Canadian brother sneered at him before spitting out a, "What are you doing here?"

OMAKE!

The boss ran down a small, carpeted flight of stairs. He was completely livid, and was going to give the author the lecture of a lifetime. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he walked forward a few paces and stood in front of a plain, wooden door. He took a deep breath, thought about what he was going to say, then opened the door and entered the room. Although, once he stepped into the room, he froze and completely forgot what he was going to say. All he could do was gape at the color of the room. It was bright pink! Of all the colors you could paint a room, why would anyone paint it pink? Although, if the author was a little girl; then he could understand, but she wasn't. She was a 16 year-old girl, not five! What was she thinking!?

He snapped out of his shocked state when he heard a soft, "Excuse me, but I need to get through," The boss shook his head and moved out of the way, adding a, "Sorry." He was, once again, surprised to see Japan; the nation he thought he had killed. What the hell is going on? That damn author isn't making any sense.

After Japan had walked into the room, he followed the other in. There, sitting on her bed, typing away and listening to music, was the person that had caused all his grief. She is going to pay for all the things she's done to me, he thought with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "Anno, Kage-san? Can you here me?" Japan started, cutting off whatever that boss was thinking of doing to the author. Kudai looked up from the laptop and took out an earbud, "Yes, what is it Japan?"** Japan looked nervous before saying, "Well, you have made this story very depressing, and it's starting to effect the characters. I was wondering if you could possibly make this story a little happier. That way everyone wouldn't be depressed after they read your story." Kudai just stared at him for a little before bursting out laughing; she couldn't help it, it was the irony of the situation. "Hahahaha, Japan I know you don't know this, but I did put some 'crude' humor in this chapter so that our readers wouldn't get too depressed. I'm assuming that's why my second visitor is here. So, did you come here to tell me to stop making you run into things?"

Once again, the boss was fuming. "Yes, that and some other things." Kudai just continued to stare at him before saying, "Alright shoot, go ahead and vent. We're all listening. Japan you can sit on my sister's bed if you want." Japan gave a quick bow and walked over to the author's sister's bed, moved some things out of the way, and sat down.

Turning back to the boss, she signaled for him to start. "First, Why is your room pink?" Kudai gave a quick grimace, before replying, "I share a room with my sister, as you can see. She got to choose the paint color for our room, while I got the closet. Although, she uses it anyway." Both visitors in the room gave her a pity-filled look, before the boss continued, "Alright, second, why don't I have a name?" Kudai sighed before answering, "You do have a name, however it's still a secret. If everyone found out, they would kill me." The boss muttered something like, "I hope they do," before going on to his next three question. "Why did you make me run into my office door? And why did you have an Asian black bear behind one of the doors? Also, why did you make the building so complicated?" The author deadpanned before and while she said, "I made you run into the door because I wanted to make people not as depressed, and running into things is funny to people. The building is so complex because you don't want random people to be able to run through a base and not be confused. As for the bear, I just felt like it."

The boss felt like strangling her right then and there, but knew that the nation in the room would probably try to protect her. He was able to keep his cool, but only by a little. "Why did you make 'World War Z' my favorite book?" Kudai gave him an incredulous look before saying, "I can't tell you that! It's a major plot point! It's like the sniper in 'Le Miserables;' it seems pointless, but it changes everything!" Japan muttered something along the line of, "I don't get your ideas or how they fit together," but the, ever vigilant, author heard this and shot him a glare before turning back to the boss. "Is there anything else you want to ask?" He thought about it for a moment, before nodding and saying, "Why don't you change the way you answer peoples reviews? You can have two of the characters help you with it, that way you aren't scrambling to answer everyone. They can also ask you questions about the plot and various other things." Kudai just stared at the boss before jumping up and tackling him into a hug. "That's such a great idea! I'm so glad you suggested that! I'm going to start doing that with that next chapter! Although…" As she trailed off and looked away, the boss looked down at her and was shocked to see she looked extremely upset. "H-Hey, wh-what's wrong?"

Kudai looked back up at him with teary eyes as she said, "I don't get a lot of reviews. On my last chapter, 'A day on both sides,' I didn't get any reviews! I'm worried that's going to happen again. There won't be any point in it if I don't get any reviews." Kudai let go of the boss and looked down at the ground, trying her best to not cry in front of them. Both visitors' eyes softened as they both thought, So that's what she's worried about. They looked at each other and nodded before turning back to the author. "Don't worry Kage-san, I'm sure you will get reviews. You're a decent writer, so don't worry about it."

"Yeah Kudai, don't let this get you down. You just started writing and have a lot of good ideas. I'm sure people will review, and if they don't, then that's their problem." Kudai looked up at both of them and smiled while wiping her tear-stained eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I can't give up just because people didn't review. I started this story and I'm going to finish it!" Japan nodded to her as he said, "I hope so, everyone would probably kill you if you stop writing for no apparent reason. Besides, you need to have us save America." Kudai grimaced as she said, "Don't remind me, I feel as though I dug my own grave with that."

* I don't know if you will remember this, but in APH, America had said, "What the hell? I say I don't want to go outside, and then immediately the lightbulb burns out. That's just great, now I gotta get another one. You gotta be kiddin' me! What kind of crack comedy is this?" So I rewrote it to fit the moment.

** You can tell that I'm American just because of that one sentence.

Well, that's it. I hope you guys review. I actually was upset when no one reviewed on the last chapter. I thought no one cared about the story. So please review, bye-bye!