"What do you mean she's with Belarus?" England shot up from his chair, shocked.
"Exactly what I said, bastard. I told you she was a nuisance." Romano huffed.
"Sorella! Be nice!" Italy reminded.
"Fusoso, it's alright Ita, we're all used to it." Spain laughed and rested his arm on Romano's shoulder, the latter hissed and pushed him away.
"Which reminds me, Spain! You said that the ice storage would hold her, so why's she running around right now?" England demanded as Spain flinched and quickly hid behind the two Italy.
"Don't hide behind them!" he felt his left eye twitch in annoyance as he sat back down on the chair. "On that note, where's America and...Um. Canada. Yes. Where are they? Weren't they supposed to find Russia?"
the group in the kitchen soon plunged into silence, thinking about the question. Obviously, no one had the slightest idea of where the two might be. In fact, many of them were not even sure of what's going on anymore.
How in the world did a single event become such a mess?
"Do we actually have to protect Russia?" China suddenly asked, getting everyone's attention. "As far as I know, Belarus loves her brother, she doesn't want to kill him you know."
"Oui, but if Belarus happens to find Russia here, back to his male self but still in a maid costume, what do you think will happen to us?" France pointed a finger up.
"Alright, let's change our plans." England suddenly declared with a determined tone. "Screw the kitchen crew, everyone's going to be on the move. We only have 30 minutes till the event ends, so there shouldn't be anyone ordering any food. On a more serious note, we need to find April before the event ends."
With that, the group gathered around England as he listed his new strategy for the fifth time. Their main objective now was to locate April, America and Canada, and Russia. having decided that, the group were being split into four by drawing lots.
Group one consisted of Italy, Spain, China, and japan, tasked to find America and Canada and bring them back to the kitchen. Group two was made up of Norway, Romano, and France, told to find April.
"If Belarus is still with her, France, I expect you to sacrifice yourself." England instructed and neglecting the objections, moved on to brief group 3, consisting of Hong Kong and Iceland. Their job was to find Russia and use whatever ways needed to bring him back in the kitchen. England himself stayed behind to take care of the guests and whatnot.
"My, this arrangement do so remind me of our little incident during the last Autumn party at China kun's house" Japan smiled.
"Hopefully this time no snake's gonna drop on us." England replied, smiling as well. "Very well then, everyone, good luck."
The hunt began.
"Ve... Where should we start looking?" Italy asked as he followed the group.
"If you ask me, I think we'll have a better luck finding America in a fast food center." China suggested.
"Ay, but Eyebrows told us not to leave the place unless given permission, so he's probably still-"
"We're talking about America and England here, aru." China pointed out in a matter-of-fact voice.
Spain stopped in his tracks, realizing that China was right.
"...I suppose that since Canada kun is with America Kun, there might still be a slight chance of him staying in this building." Japan said.
"Let's cling on to that chance with all our faith then."
"Wait a minute, Spain, you locked Belarus in the ice storage right?" China suddenly asked, and as Spain nodded, turned to Italy. "A while later, you saw Belarus and April running pass you right?"
"And sorella." Italy nodded.
"Anyone want to guess who let Belarus out aru?" China lifted an eyebrow.
"Ice storage's this way." Spain pointed to a direction.
"Well crap, still stuck with finding the little brat." Romano huffed as he folded his arms. "Just how fucking big is this place?"
"The cafe isn't very big, but large enough to play a good game of hide and seek." France explained. "Where did you last see Belarus and April ran to?"
"Why the hell would I remember that?"
"...Belarus is looking for Russia as well, so if we merge with Ice, we'll have a better chance at finding either of them." Norway suggested in a deadpan voice.
"That's not just an excuse to be with your brother is it-"
Romano's voice was covered by the sound of thumping footsteps from the back. The three of them turned to look back, just in time to see Russia, already in his male form, running in their way. Romano and France's jaws dropped. Behind him were Hong Kong and Iceland, both finding it hard to catch up with Russia.
Really. How in the would could someone this big run so fast?!
"Don't just stand there, like, stop him!" Hong Kong shouted as Russia ran past the other three. Behind him, Iceland decided that he's never leaving his house ever again. Why in the world was he chasing after a Russian when he was supposed to be a waiter?!
"O-oui! No problem! Big brother's got this!" France immediately replied as he ran to the middle of the walkway, attempting to block Russia's way. But his moment of courage soon vanished when Russia was just a few steps away and at the very last moment, backed away and let Russia escaped.
"Holy shit! What the crapola was that for?!" Romano cursed as he scowled at France for his timid act. (even though he shouldn't be the one to talk...)
"Don't blame moi! Anyone would be scared of that!" France protested as he pointed at Russia's back, who was now emitting obvious purple aura as he chanted his usual 'kolkolkol'.
Yup. Anyone would be scared of that.
"What are we supposed to do now?" Iceland asked as the two groups joined up.
"It's not bad for a first try." Norway 'complimented' with a slight smile.
"Shut up."
"We don't have to catch him, you know." Romano suddenly voiced, getting others to look at him. "Don't give me that look, when all the people around me are bastards, of course I have to come up with the ideas." He rolled his eyes. "Caterpillar brows said that we need to bring Russia to the kitchen. So instead of tying him up and dragging that bastard to the kitchen, we can always lure him there."
The others exchanged a look between themselves, then turned to look at Romano at the same time, amazed that he had actually came up with a great plan.
Perhaps the Italian in front of them was more capable than they've thought.
"No key?" China asked as he caught up with Italy, Spain and Japan, who had arrived in front of the Ice storage before him.
Japan nodded slowly while Spain continued looking around, hoping to find the key somewhere.
"Ve... If Sorella is here, she could pick the lock." Feli pointed out.
"No time aru. New plan. I open this with force, you guys take eyebrows' nagging." With that, China took a step back and with a swift moment, kicked the door open. The other three simply started at him, speechless and amazed.
More than four thousand years old and still kicking iron doors down. Now that, that's something worth mentioning.
"Yaaa, took you guys long enough!" As the cold air escaped the room and cleared the vision, a familiar figure appeared in front of them, followed by a slimmer figure.
The four countries heaved a sigh of relief when they saw America and Canada in front of him. The first had changed back to his usual self and couldn't look any better. The latter had America's jacket on her, her cheeks a little rosy from the chilly air in the ice storage.
"I told you brother, I don't need your jacket." Canada sighed as she took the jacket off and stuffed it back into America's hands. "My house is usually a lot colder than your's you know." She huffed. They spent three quarter of their time arguing about it, and America insisted that since she's a female now, she'll need the jacket more than him.
As much as she really appreciated the thought, she really didn't need it. In fact, she's scared that America would catch a cold; she would be the one who need to take care of him if he actually does fall sick.
"If you say so." Seeing that they're out of the ice storage anyway, America admitted defeat and put his jacket back on. "But don't beg for me to take care of you when you get a fever!"
... Uh huh.
Right.
Canada sighed, sometimes she's not sure if having a brother like America was a good thing.
"Since we've found you two, let's go report back to eyebrows. He's so mad that he's close to killing." Spain suggested as the others nodded.
Well, that's one problem solved.
On the other hand, the five countries from Group B and C have joined together and came up with a plan to lure Russia into the kitchen... A plan that was actually working for once.
"This is big brother France, we found Russia, he's running your way." France spoke into the phone, hearing a reply of affirmation from the other end. With the help of some false alarm for Russia, France and Norway have somehow managed to chase their target down the planned path.
"About time! Iceland! Your turn!" Romano informing the silver haired male, observing the plan from his hiding spot.
The plan was to make Russia think that Belarus was right on his trail so he would unknowingly be guided down the path and hopefully end up in the kitchen, where the others were waiting.
And it was working so well for once...
Until Belarus actually turned up half way.
Things turned into a state of panic as countries scurried to settle things. Canada had, for one, managed to grab April and bring her back to the guest hall. Belarus continued chasing Russia, who somehow still ended up running down the planned route and ended up in the kitchen.
America, France, Spain and England rushed over to block Belarus out of the kitchen as China and Japan unwillingly dragged Russia over and got him to change into his normal clothes.
Then. It was the great release.
Giving Russia a quick start of 3 minutes to escape through the back door, the countries blocking the kitchen's main door exchanged a nod and with moved away from the door in sync.
The kitchen door was immediately being knocked down by an almost enraged country.
Pointing her knife at the nearest country, France, she demanded. "You have 5 seconds to tell me where brother went, or I'll cut your ugly face up."
France immediately pointed to the opened back door, covering his face with his free hand.
Nope. Not gonna risk it. His face got the top priority.
Huffing. She slipped her knife back into her sleeves and dashed out of the kitchen, leaving a lot of exhausted countries.
But that was it. They've just managed to solve everything. They relocated Belarus and Russia, found April, still managed to get things under control... And had 5 more minutes to spare.
Turning to the few countries still under the influence of the spell, England smiled; this should be a lot simpler for now.
"Dear Guests, we are nearing the end of the party. I hope that everyone here has had a great time, and now, Miss April will be coming up to say a few words." Smiling, Canada introduced as she passed the mic to April.
Being one of the few who was still female, Canada finally found herself being greatly noticed, and it was such a great feeling.
"Thanks... Umm..."
"Maddie, you can call me Maddie." Canada smiled. The Italian sisters took their time settling the last bits of orders and whatnot among the guests. All that was left was the closing words from April.
"I have to say, today was an exciting day." April smiled. "Long story short, I've met some new friends, and seen some real action. So yup. I hope all of the guests here have enjoyed this party, because I sure did. With that, I conclude the end of this event."
As she finished, the guests all cheered and clapped, signifying the end to this messy yet somehow successful event. It was finally over, and as the last guest left the cafe. Romano almost rushed to turn the door sign to closed. Everyone else gathered in the event room, and for the next few moments, just started laughing at how ridiculous things were.
But they did it, and the event was over.
What followed, was a party of their own to celebrate the end of the extremely stressful session they had earlier that day. Everyone talked, laughed, and drank a lot.
But things weren't all settled yet.
"I won this." America insisted.
"No way. I totally did." Hong Kong replied in the usual flat tone. "Ask England, he would agree."
"Dude, no way! He'll definitely choose me!" They kissed after all, accident or not.
"How about we grab him here, and ask him then? Unless, you're scared that you'll lose." Hong Kong raised a brow, challenging the blonde.
"Me? Lose? Not gonna happen. You know what, let's go drag him here now and get things cleared." Agreeing to the Asian, they both approached the half drunk England, and grabbing one arm each, dragged him to one corner for the interrogation.
"Well England? You gotta choose now. Me, or Hong Kong." He asked the Brit, who's obviously had a little too much alcohol in him to see straight.
"Choose?" Looking between the two with a confused face, England repeated the word. "How could I possibly choose?" He smiled, and being half drunk, reached out to pull both of them into a hug. "I love the both of you so dearly, how could I possibly choose?"
The other two, for once, were equally stunned by England's reaction. They never expected England to be so... frank, they guess. Perhaps alcohol was really the best way to get a person to spill everything.
Feeling England's weight on them, Hong kong and America turned to look at each other; England probably managed to fall asleep in that position. The stress of managing that event must be pretty hard on him. Sighing, the two of them both smiled.
"Just for this time, let's call it a draw." America suggested, grinning brightly.
"I guess there's no choice." Hong kong shrugged. "We're dealing with him after all."
After so many years, they're still rendered helpless by the person sleeping in their arms.
After so long, their love for him was still as strong as ever.
Yup.
Because he's England.
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A/N: I FINISHED IT OMG I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO FINISH THIS.
guys you have no idea how many times I wanted to just delete this whole story.
but hey, I finished it! QwQ Gosh I feel so proud of myself.
If you're still reading this, i really want to thank you, and apologize for doing quite a bad job on this story.
If I ever suggest a season 2 next time. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP ME. OTL