Hiya, guys! Blaze here with another chapter! But before we begin I want to announce two things: First, I put up a poll in my profile about which story I shouls work on as a second priority, so if you can, please vote. And second: I FINALLY updated Mystery of the Great World Anomaly. Now, on with the show!
Hungary whirled the car around faster before Poland could even question her, the vehicle screeched loudly, but she had only one thing on her mind right now. Bosnia. Her eyes couldn't have been tricking her, she really saw Bosnia, it had to be him even though it didn't make sense. Last she heard all the former Yugoslavians were keeping mostly to themselves… so why?
But what confused her even more was that he didn't even notice her, he didn't spare a glance or anything. In fact, Bosnia didn't seem to react to seeing the car, it was like they were invisible or something like… well, she doesn't remember his name, but it was like that guy! Sure, Bosnia can be kind of slow… but still! Something didn't sit right in Hungary's gut and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
Her foot stepped on the gas and the car sped off back towards Austria's house.
/ / / / /
Western Sahara, after wiping away more tears, began filling her purse with all the necessary items she will need for the beginning of her revenge and for her escape. Such items include medicine and bandages in the likely case of injury, each of the Five will not go down without fighting back ferociously, as well as the gun now loaded with the bullets, a knife just in case, and a few of those smoke bombs the Order have for quick travel.
She zipped her purse shut. Western Sahara also had recited a prayer, as well as asking Allah to give Morocco the punishment he deserved once the day when he's dragged to hell arrived, and to give the future resistance against the Order good luck and his blessings. They will need it.
As well as to forgive her for embarking on this possibly futile quest for vengeance.
Western Sahara looked at herself in the mirror of her bedroom. For the sake of hiding her identity and to express her grief over Spain's death, she has changed her outfit for this mission, in hopes of not being recognized immediately. She has changed her usual robes and hijab for a black jilbab with matching pants and three-layer niqab, though she still hasn't pulled it up to her face yet.
She frowned at the mirror and reached inside her niqab to pull out a lock of her black hair, then she smiled. That's better.
Then, she pulled the veil up her face, leaving only grieving brown eyes hungry for revenge.
/ / / / /
Egypt felt relief after he finally changed back into his traditional attire. Western clothing wasn't uncomfortable to him, but he felt more at ease with his keffiyeh and robes. He watched France fuzz over a still shaken Monaco on her bed. Much to their surprise, Haiti really did reverse the damage he did, there weren't any wounds on her. But even so, Monaco was still left traumatized by what happened to her.
Egypt also had his own worries. Haiti promised that he would come back with many friends, he and France need a plan, a good one that will not backfire on them in any way. It was just them against Haiti plus several other members, the odds don't look great there.
He briefly considered bringing the others back in Central America here, but their mission was just as important. He also could just take Guatemala away to another location…
He looked at the other side of the room. Guatemala was sitting on a chair, still bound, with his black hair covering most of his face. But where could they keep him?
"Egypt…" Said nation looked back at a solemn looking France. "What are you planning to do?"
"Honestly… I don't know… yet." Egypt said slowly, feeling rather ashamed.
"Ah…" France said. Monaco squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile, then France smiled back. "Well, at least my petite Monaco is safe and unharmed, but I will happily tell you that I do have a plan. In fact, I've been working on it since you left!"
"You have?" Egypt looked up, surprised.
"Oui! But… uh…" France frowned and pointed at Guatemala, and Egypt noticed that he was now looking at them. "I'd rather that fiend not hear us, and I don't want to leave poor Monaco alone with him."
Guatemala gave a dry chuckle. "I can hear you."
"My point exactly." France muttered. "You don't think he will try to escape if we leave him here alone, do you?"
Egypt narrowed his eyes at the captive nation. "He kept telling me that he'll behave and that he'll wait patiently for the others to rescue him. Besides, with Haiti's threat, he probably thinks he doesn't need to do anything."
"He does think that." Guatemala agreed loudly with a wide grin.
"Very well then…" Egypt muttered, and he stood up, with France helping Monaco up.
They went downstairs to the living room, and Egypt sat one of the chairs while France and Monaco sat on the sofa. Egypt wringed his hands and his throat felt dry as he swallowed. He felt anxious, but it wasn't because of Haiti, it was because he still needed to explain to France what happened to…
"So, Egypte, mon ami…" France began, interrupting Egypt from his thoughts, holding Monaco's hand. "I haven't been just standing around fretting over you and my former colonies' safety, I'll have you know."
"I was hoping you weren't." Egypt said, nodding.
"I've managed to get in touch with Angleterre and several others while you were away to organize a meeting, it was a little difficult since I didn't quite tell them what the emergency was, but I did tell them I found some leads. I was hoping you would appear before that to give proof." France chuckled dryly.
"So, when is the meeting?"
"In the two days, in the morning."
"I see… where?"
"Angleterre's house."
"…I see." Egypt sighed, rubbing his temples. "Then I'll just have to survive and prevent Guatemala from being rescued until then."
"Mon ami, you don't have to remain here. Go back to your group with Guatemala and come back in two days."
"And what will you do when Haiti comes back?
"Well, there will be nothing Hennrick can do about it."
Egypt raised an eyebrow. "Nothing? He'll torture the answer out of you. What's more, what if he brings Cameroon and Morocco with him? You know Haiti said that the three of them were planning to torture you together."
France's expression became pained and he sighed in defeat. "Then I will let them take their anger out on me."
"NON!" Monaco exclaimed, frantically shaking her head. "You can't possibly be thinking that! They… They'll tear you apart! They'll kill you!"
France and Egypt flinched at the sudden outburst, and the former squeezed her hand. "Lucille, sil-"
"No! Do you know what Haiti did to me?! You saw me there screaming and crying!" Lucille began to shake. "I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, it hurt so much… I don't want that to happen to you, Francis! S'il vous plait, don't let them hurt you!"
"I will if it will make them stop hurting others to get to me."
"But what about the meeting?" Egypt pointed out, also not on board with this idea. "I am not leaving you to your death."
"Merci, but we…" France trailed off then frowned at Egypt. "Wait. Egypt… I have a question for you…"
Egypt tensed, and he squeezed his hands anxiously. "Yes?"
"About what Guatemala said… What happened to my old friend Spain?" France asked, but Egypt couldn't bring himself to speak, causing France to narrow his eyes. "Egypt?"
"I…"
"Egypt tell me!"
"Spain… is dead." Egypt said simply and bluntly, perhaps more than necessary, but there was no point in hiding it was there?
France's eyes went wide, and Monaco paled in shock. Egypt closed his eyes. He hated to be the bearer of such news, but it was now or finding it out from a smug Guatemala, and at least France didn't get to find out how it happened. Egypt nearly cringed.
Egypt should really burn that recording when he returns.
He reluctantly opened his eyes and he found France frozen in disbelief with Monaco hugging his arm.
"Non…" France said quietly, noticeably in denial. "It can't…"
"I'm afraid so. It's already on the news, I assumed…" Egypt trailed off, and looked down grimly. "I'm sorry."
"How?" France asked, dangerously close to tearing up. "My friend… Spain… Antonio Lopez Carriedo is dead. My former colonies and now one of my closest friends has been murdered, and he will never come back."
"I… The others and I… we found out how they did it." Egypt's frown deepened. "It was brutal."
"How?" France repeated miserably.
"Spain was murdered by his former colonies. They tortured him, taunted him, butchered him…" Egypt cringed as he started to feel sick. "America helped, Haiti probably did too for all we know, and Brazil recorded it. I think Portugal was there… but I don't know what happened to him."
"How did you find out?" Monaco asked.
"Guatemala came to Belize's house with a disc containing that footage, he intended on showing it to her and Honduras, but then we captured him and saw the footage for ourselves. Guatemala proudly proclaimed it "satisfaction" for him and the other nations in the Americas. I…" Egypt trailed off when he saw France's expression.
France was now shedding tears and he clenched his shaking fists. Then, without a word, he suddenly stood up and stormed off upstairs.
Egypt widened his eyes. Oh no…
/ / / / /
Hungary brought the car to a stop once again and lowered the window, then she waved frantically at Bosnia. "Hey! Bosnia! It's Hungary! What brings you to Mr. Austria's home?"
But Bosnia didn't turn around or respond, he just kept walking, and Hungary felt a little hurt. Was he ignoring her? No, he wouldn't…. She doesn't think he was being slow, this was just ridiculous, even for him! What's gotten into him?
"Wow, rude." Poland muttered, scoffing, and Hungary felt inclined to agree. "What's with, like, the cold shoulder?"
"I have absolutely no idea…" Hungary bit her lip then gripped the wheel. "But we're going to follow him."
"So, we're not gonna, like, go shopping?"
/ / / / /
Lithuania groaned as he received voice-mail number fifty-seven from Poland. Honestly, he would just crush his phone to pieces and just end it, but he didn't have another phone and it didn't occur with him that Poland could be stubborn… Oh, wait. He forgot who he was talking about.
Lithuania nearly ended up crashing the van when he heard screaming. Not Bulgaria, no, the airhead doesn't sound like that but the only other living beings in this vehicle were…
He abruptly stopped the van as he felt fury in his heart. If that idiot did anything to them, even if it was an accident or the drug Bulgaria gave to his Baltic brothers, he was going to kill that moron in one of the least painful ways possible. Temporarily, of course (unfortunately). Bulgaria told him a few minutes ago that he was going to check on Estonia and Latvia since the drug's effects should be wearing off by now.
"What is going on back there?!" Lithuania shouted as he walked to the back, where the first person that came to his view was a happy looking Bulgaria, and he grabbed his collar. "Dimitri, what the hell did you to them?!"
"Huh? Oh! No, no, no…" Bulgaria laughed merrily, holding his hands up in surrender. "I was just trying to wake them up when they began to wake up! They were just as hopelessly confused as you'd expect, but poor Estonia dropped his glasses, so I gave them back to him. I waited up close for him to see clearly, and then they both screamed and hugged each other! It was hilarious!"
As Bulgaria giggled like a drunk, Lithuania scowled. "No, Dimitri, it's not hilarious! They're my brothers and you and I will not treat them like the African Five treat their prisoners."
"Aw, don't overreact, Tori!" Bulgaria beamed, as Lithuania expected. "I know how much they mean to you. How could I hurt them?"
"Because you're Dimitri." Lithuania said flatly.
"T-Toris…" Lithuania widened his eyes and looked to his right where the two other Baltics were still hugging, it was Estonia who spoke. They both looked at him anxiously. "What's going on? Where are we? Why is Bulgaria with you?"
Lithuania didn't give a response as he stared at them with a frightened expression then looked back at Bulgaria, who was serious for once and seemed to say Go ahead and tell them, I'll be here for you, and he let him go.
Lithuania took a deep breath and gave a worried smile. "Well, first of all, are you feeling alright?"
"Alright?!" Latvia exclaimed, distressed and trembling. "We were knocked out cold, we're in some scary place, and Bulgaria's scaring me!"
"Yes, he's an idiot, forgive him for that." Lithuania thwacked Bulgaria's forehead, but the latter hardly reacted.
"In fact, what's going on with you, Toris? You're acting pretty different…" Estonia pointed out shakily as he adjusted his glasses, then paled. "Not to mention Mister Russia! If he finds out that we're not in his house, he'll give us the pipe treatment!"
"You're wrong!" Lithuania snapped, and he found his hands were shaking in rage, he clenched them. "He won't hurt you, I'll protect you. Russia will never us or anyone else ever again!
"D-D-Don't act brave, Toris! H-He'll just tear your throat apart and feed us to General Winter!" Latvia stuttered in fear.
Bulgaria giggled and gained two confused looks and one annoyed one. "Oh, ne, ne, you shouldn't underestimate the extent of our power, silly! The chances of Russia correctly guessing your location are extremely slim, especially since as far as anyone's concerned you've completely vanished without a trace, so yay for us! Another point for the New World Order~"
"The what now?" Estonia asked.
"The New World Order." Lithuania told them then sighed. "Look… there's really no easy explanation for all of this but here's the truth. The Lithuania you knew for the past one hundred years… was fake. He didn't exist. That pathetic scaredy-cat infatuated with Belarus is not real."
"Wh-What?" Both Baltics exclaimed at the same time.
"And I wasn't real either!" Bulgaria piped up cheerfully, raising his hands with a bright blush on his cheeks. "My true personality is much more memorable! And I just happen to be the lover of-"
"That's not important right now. All you need to know was that I was lying and that this is for your own good." Lithuania cut him off before the airheaded could go into a fanatical rant.
"For our own good?! You've been lying to us this whole time?!" Estonia then laughed nervously. "No, stop joking around, Toris. It isn't April, and this is not funny. You are joking, right? Please tell me that you're joking."
"Y-Yeah! Because I'm getting even more scared!" Latvia hugged himself.
"This isn't a joke!" Lithuania snapped. "This is the truth."
"It can't be!" Estonia exclaimed. "Why would you and Bulgaria just lie to us all these years? It doesn't make sense! You would never do that!"
"I'm sorry, I really am, but it was necessary. Please forgive me for this but I have to end Russia for everyone's sake!"
"And it's not just us in on it!" Bulgaria winked then began counting on his fingers. "There's also Prussia, Austria, America, Norway, Sweden, and many more!"
"Huh?! Them too?" Latvia exclaimed in horror.
"I-I don't believe this." Estonia shook his head in denial. "This is all too-"
"Unbelievable? Impossible? Well, it is possible with proper planning and a lot of patience~" Bulgaria walked towards them and leaned down with a way too wide grin. "It's the truth, either accept it or writhe in pure and extreme agony as you deny it. Things will change in the world, we can promise that, so suck it up and don't make Tori go through more pain than he already has."
Estonia and Latvia both paled in terror at Bulgaria's frightening smile and tone and started to scoot away.
Lithuania eyes went wide as he stared at Bulgaria darkly. "Dimitri…"
"Do you know what pain I've been through? What Russia made me endure?" Bulgaria asked softly, chuckling, then his expression morphed into rage and he kicked the wall. "THAT BASTARD KEPT ME FROM MY BELOVED FOR FOURTY-FIVE YEARS! FORTY-FIVE YEARS WITH NO LAUGHING, NO JOY, AND NO SMILES! I only had Toris and Gilbert, I survived thanks to them…"
Bulgaria sobbed a little and some tears fell from his eyes. Lithuania's expression softened, and he reached out his hand.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH PAIN I HAD IN MY HEART! Every day hurt… I had no escape… I couldn't even talk to him for more than a minute…" Bulgaria said emptily, eyes becoming vacant.
"Dimitri…" Lithuania tried again.
"To this day I dream of the moment where me, Toris and the others shove that damn pipe down his throat and feed him his own sister's viscera." Bulgaria clasped his hands together, as if praying that the day will come very soon. "I want to feel the same satisfaction the South Americans did when they took care of Spain."
"Wh-Wh-What are you talking about?" Latvia squeaked.
"You really, really, really, REALLY have no idea what's been happening while Belarus has been using you as doormats!" Bulgaria drilled a finger into his temple while walking slowly. "In fact, little white Russia's off having tea with Satan as we speak!"
"M-Miss B-Belarus? What happened to her?" Estonia asked fearfully.
"I killed her." Lithuania admitted, trying not let his mouth twitch and form a smile. "Permanently."
"WHAT?!" Both Baltics screamed simultaneously
"Her heart and pretty little dress got ripped to SHREDS!" Bulgaria exclaimed loudly and gleefully, then began jumping around the van like an idiot. "Shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds, shreds-"
Lithuania made an irritated scowl, he had enough of his insanity, and he punched Bulgaria in the stomach. The two captive Baltics gasped as Bulgaria yelped and was sent against the wall, then collapsed on the floor. Lithuania felt a pang of remorse, but he knew it was pointless, and he stared at Bulgaria as the nation struggled to get up.
Then, Bulgaria burst out laughing, gleeful and overjoyed laughter as he laid on the floor. Lithuania looked at him with the same annoyed expression he always had when Bulgaria did this, but then he felt his mouth twitching and he began to tremble. What in the world…? Since when was Bulgaria's laughter infectious?
Lithuania couldn't hold it and he soon also burst out laughing exactly as Bulgaria. They both laughed together. All the while Estonia and Latvia looked at them with fear.
/ / / / /
France honestly wasn't really thinking now, he didn't think about what he was doing, he didn't care. No, all he could think was that his friend had been brutally murdered and one of his killers was currently residing in his house. After he realized that, all he could see was red.
No more pranks, no more flirting, no more Bad Touch Trio. Prussia, another good friend, had never been his friend and he basically allowed or even helped make Spain's death possible. Spain will not be coming back.
They were in a war, and Spain was one of the casualties.
"FRANCE!" France heard Egypt shout his name before he could go burst through the doors, and he saw him and Monaco rush towards him. "Don't-"
"The killer of one of my friends is in my home!" France shouted back at him.
"Think about what you're doing, you idiot! Doing that will make you no different from them!"
France flinched and looked away. "But I…"
"Francis…" Monaco began as she took France's hands in hers and looked up at him sadly. "It's alright… Let it out. I'm here."
Before France could say anything, Monaco wrapped her arms around him and hugged him comfortingly. He slowly returned the embrace and soon enough began to cry. It was true. What was the point in harming Guatemala? Hurting him will not heal his pain. France would be no different from them.
But still, it hurt.
/ / / / /
Portugal was rudely awakened from his nap by a smack to his head. It was difficult, but tiredness of the events caught up to him and he could sleep instead of looking at Brazil, although it was short-lived. He grunted and rubbed his head, then looked up to see Peru looking at him with a bored expression. Portugal widened his eyes and immediately tensed.
"We've arrived, tio." Peru stated bluntly, then turned around. "So, get up and meet us outside the plane, por favor."
Portugal frowned as Peru left, then dejectedly stood up and reluctantly followed him out of the plane. As they exited the plane, Portugal caught sight of a pouting Brazil crossing his arms, looking rather disappointed, while Argentina argued with him. Portugal looked away from them, preferring not to meet their eyes.
"I'm sure he didn't mean to disappoint you, it probably just slipped his mind or-"
"Well, it's nice to see my visits mean that much to him." Brazil cut Argentina off with mock bitterness.
"Oh, now you're just being a child."
"I really wanted to show him the recording, I promised him. I feel bad for giving Morocco one in advance while…" Brazil trailed off then slowly grinned as he noticed Portugal's presence. "Oh, hello, irmão. I trust you had a nice nap?"
Portugal shifted uncomfortably at the affectionate tone and still refused to meet his eyes. "Why would you care? It doesn't matter."
Brazil burst out laughing at that remark. "Oh, I've already told you like half a dozen times, irmão. I care about you, and I'm worried that your post-traumatic stress will hamper our little bonding time. Are you saying that I can't care about you?"
"Worried? Care? Everything you've done strongly contradicts your "kindness", or is that your sick way of saying that you love me?" Portugal asked miserably, then widened his eyes when he felt Brazil grab his chin and pull it so they can face each other.
"Something like that…" Brazil shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "But I didn't bring you here so we could argue, we're here for the family reunion."
Portugal paled as he remembered about his former African colonies. "What are you going to do them?"
"Nothing, nothing! Don't always assume the worst!" Brazil, Argentina and Peru laughed together, then Brazil wrapped his arm around Portugal. "They're fine. I just thought you would feel better if you finally saw your missing ex-colonies again!"
"Why are they all here?" Portugal asked.
"Oh, there's some resistance but Chris and the others are easily taking care of it, the others are there so they could learn." Brazil explained nonchalantly, waving his hand in dismissal. "Lucky, Chris and his group get to have fun every day. However, I had a great time with you."
"Enjoying my anguish?"
"Don't be a downer. Anyway, Chris is away for business, but that hardly changes my plans. So, let's get going!"
/ / / / /
Bosnia stared with dull eyes at Austria's grand house, having finally arrived after walking for so long, but strangely enough, he wasn't even tired. The world around him was muffled and blurry, and he hardly thought about what he was doing, but this place was calling him somehow. There was something here, an answer to a question he never once asked, and he was going to find it here one way or another.
He honestly had no idea how he got here all by himself or how long its been since he suddenly left his house, but he didn't care, all that mattered was finding it.
What exactly? He didn't know. He had no idea. But he did know it was something that should be inside Austria's house, or at least that'll help him find that something. Bosnia hoped that Austria wouldn't mind… but for some reason, he had a feeling that he doesn't need to worry.
Bosnia felt a pang of pain and he gripped his head. He felt confused about all of this. Why was he here? What's going on with him? He really shouldn't be going all the way here…
"Sounds like someone's confused!" A jovial voice cheerfully sang, Bosnia gasped when he saw a light and felt someone wrap their arm around him. "C'mon… what are you waiting for? You know where the spare the key is!"
"What? I don't know where Austria's…" Bosnia trailed off as he realized something. "Wait… I know where it is?"
"Yes, of course you know, the guy told you, remember?" The voice teased him, poking a cold finger on Bosnia's cheek.
Bosnia nodded slowly, not looking at the outline of the person. "Da… I think."
"Then go in! Discovery and adventure await!" The voice laughed merrily.
"But… I don't understand…" Bosnia shook his head worriedly, feeling the numbness slowly leave his mind and his senses return, and he felt arms wrapped around his neck. "Why did you lead me all the way here…? I shouldn't… Who are you?"
"You shouldn't?" The voice asked in mock surprise, and Bosnia felt a chill run up his spine. "Also, I didn't lead you here, you came here by your own free will. I'm here to make sure you don't abandon your desires."
"I… I did? But still, I shouldn't-"
"Ah, but you should, Emir."
"Why? I don't know …"
"Oh? Then let's fix that, shall we?" The voice proposed, then Bosnia felt a hand caress his cheek, and the voice whispered a word in his ear so sweetly.
Bosnia's eyes went wide once he heard that word, the world became muffled again, and his expression became sleepy once more. His resolve was solid once again. He knew what he had to do and how to do it. He could feel the voice smirk.
"Good… Now listen closely and attentively, my cherished friend…" Bosnia nodded obediently, and the voice caressed his cheek again. "I can't tell you what you're going to find in there, but just remember, it's all in the plan. You can rely on your instincts to guide yourself."
"Of course…" Bosnia nodded, smiling tiredly.
"I trust that you go on by yourself?"
"Da."
"Perfect. Then see you later~"
And with that the light vanished without a trace, like it wasn't even there, and Bosnia walked forward to the front door. Austria wasn't here… he knew it. Bosnia then crouched down and began searching for the spare key. It should be right… here! Bosnia smiled and brought up the key to unlock the door.
Bosnia went in. He wasted no time in admiring the interior and instead went directly towards the stairs. The library… The library… it shouldn't be that far ahead.
The answers were in there. All he needed to know was there. He looked around, trying to remember where it was, he should know. Bosnia knew that the answers were in his mind, but he needed the key to unlock it, the word, the kill…
Bosnia felt a pang of pain slam into his head, he barely could glance back to see a frying pan and a green dress before the world went dark.
/ / / / /
Western Sahara hid behind one of the cars in the parking lot, not that far from the entrance where guards remained vigilant, and he carefully spied on them from afar. This was it. She has been here for a grand total of about five minutes, South Africa should know that someone just entered his land, which meant that she couldn't waste a single second.
Just kill South Africa, escape, perhaps ask the wise old man for help, and lay low in her home for a while. Although, perhaps she could hide in another nation, a friendly one. Like Algeria.
Western Sahara hoped that she wouldn't encounter them first. She could ask the others in there for South Africa's whereabout, and maybe, just maybe, she could finally apologize to Algeria for lying to her all these years.
Western Sahara searched through her bag, she took out the gun, and aimed at the nearest soldier.
She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.
/ / / / /
South Africa widened his eyes as he watched Nigeria and Cameroon engage in a friendly fight. Someone just entered his land. "Well, would you look at that, Morocco? Safiyya broke her little promise."
Morocco stopped smiling calmly and raised a curious eyebrow. "Hmm?"
"Western Sahara just entered my home. It looks like that little gift of yours you pushed her past the brink." South Africa theorized, then chuckled to himself. "And Liberia complained that we're leaving him out of the fun."
"She's there?" Morocco asked, interested.
"Ja, and you ask me, she's probably pissed at…" South Africa trailed off once he noticed the expression on Morocco's face, then burst out laughing. "You charming little kobra! Did you really knew this would happen? She's there looking for your head."
"Of course she is…" Morocco grinned.
/ / / / /
Hungary glared at the groaning body of Bosnia rolling on the floor in pain with Poland lifting up his pink sunglasses to cringe. It… It may look that she went a little overboard but it's… it's all justified! Bosnia had the nerve to go in Austria's house without permission from her ex-husband himself! Not to mention how Hungary gaped when she saw that Bosnia found a spare key! Austria told her that he didn't want to have a spare key!
Maybe it was a recent thing but that wasn't important right now! Anyway, Bosnia looked like he was in some sort of trance and he didn't respond to her and Poland calling him, so Hungary had no choice but to knock some sense into him.
Literally.
"Like, wow, Lizzy." Poland said in awe and fear. "That, like, looks totally painful!"
"Maybe..." Hungary said, and her eyes sparkled. "But there was no other way to snap him out of it!"
"So, like, now what?"
Hungary hummed at the question then looked again at Bosnia, and she crouched down to shake him awake. Well, now they get answers out of Bosnia! Maybe he knows what happened to Austria! It's a long shot, but she has to try! She's getting tired of all the confusing stuff happening, she needed answers, and she needed to know that her former husband was safe and not in some terrorist's clutches.
At that thought, Hungary shook him more roughly, and even tried to slap him awake, Again, maybe a little extreme, but it's justified and necessary! Besides, this wasn't the first time she hit Bosnia with her frying pan.
"Bosnia!" Hungary slapped him, then slapped him again. "Bosnia!"
"Like, ouch.." Poland muttered.
"Bosnia, wake up!" Hungary slapped him yet again. "Bosni-"
A groan from Bosnia and seeing his eyes open stopped her. "I'm... I'm awake... Please... stop hitting me, Hungary. It hurts..."
"You're up!" Hungary exclaimed in glee and quickly pulled his arm to make Bosnia sit up. "Sorry about that, but you just wouldn't listen to us! Now tell us... What are you doing here in Austria?"
"A-Austria?" Bosnia stammered, confused, and looked around. "What are you talking about? Wait, where am I anyway? And why did you hit me with your frying pan?"
That's the slow Bosnia she knew. Hungary looked at him with a confused expression, and Poland decided to ask the questions on her mind. "Like, what do you, like, mean? You were, like, totally giving us the cold shoulder back there! You were, like, a zombie or something, but a lot less gross."
"I... what?" Bosnia gaped and paled. "Since when did I see you two today?"
"Like, today. Like, minutes ago."
"That can't be! I don't remember that!" Bosnia said in confusion and fear, and then paled again. "Wait, did you say we're in Austria? How's that possible?"
"Wait..." Hungary realized something. "You don't remember anything about getting here?"
Bosnia shook his head. "No."
Now it was Hungary and Poland's turn to gape. "Not even a little?"
"No! The last thing I remember was feeling really tired and..." Bosnia sat a bit more upright, then the sound of paper being crushed was heard, and he curiously reached into his pockets.
"Like, what is it?" Poland asked.
"It's... a piece of paper." Bosnia stated as he took it out, and from the looks of it he had no idea how he got it. "Await orders in France...? And it's written with my handwriting."
Hungary took the paper from him and saw it for herself. It said just that, await orders in France, and it also a crude drawing of the Eiffel Tower with an arrow pointing at the top saying "here". It really was Bosnia's handwriting, but he doesn't remember writing it... Hmm...
Well, Hungary now knew where they needed to go next.
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Honduras could care less about traffic laws right now as she sped the car through a shortcut she knew, more or less paying attention to the panicked cries of Algeria and Tunisia and the energetic laughter of Belize, she felt guilty, but she also felt worried for adoptive brother El Salvador. She wanted to pick him up and leave as soon as possible, away, so he could be safe.
Luckily for them, the last she heard of him was about two days ago when he complained over the phone about his constant headache and dizziness. Poor El Salvador… she should have brought some aspirin for him. But at least he'll still be at home, he said it himself that "there was no way in hell I'm going anywhere with this migraine", and she can tell him the truth. Honduras hoped he believed them.
Belize proposed kidnapping him by knocking him out and binding out with some rope she brought, but Honduras preferred the least amount of violence possible, nothing if possible.
Honduras also could not be happier that El Salvador lived not that far near the outskirts, so as of now, they'll be right at his house in a few minutes.
"Would you slow down?!" Algeria exclaimed in anger.
"Don't be a downer, Kally!" Belize screeched in laughter at the whole situation, much to the older woman's annoyance.
"I think I feel a bit of nausea…" Tunisia muttered as he covered his mouth, starting to turn green.
"Oh, not in the car, you won't! If you're going to vomit your lungs out, then roll the window open, peak out your head like a dog, and let it all out!" Belize scowled in repulsion at the male nation, shaking her fist to emphasize the consequences.
Honduras smiled and giggled. It's so nice to have such great and funny friends!
Several minutes later, Honduras stomped on the brake and whirled the car around, much to the others' horror (or glee in Belize's case), and with a deafening screech the car parked perfectly near El Salvador's house. Honduras let out a "phew" then quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and exited the car sprinting towards El Salvador's door.
"Hey, Sophia, wait for us!" Belize called out to her as she also exited the car, nearly stumbling because of her sleepy legs. "Kally, Tuni, come on!"
"Are you alright, brother?" Algeria asked her neighbor in concern as she helped him out of the car.
"Just… fine…" Tunisia said weakly as he leaned against the car for support.
Honduras looked at the door fearfully then took a deep breath to calm. It's alright, Honduras, he'll be fine, he'll be here. She reached out a hand and knocked the door. "Hola? Angel? It's me, your big sister~"
She waited a few seconds, but no response came, and didn't hear any footsteps. Honduras paled.
Honduras tried again. "Angel~ Open up por favor~ It's important, I promise!
Same result. Honduras began to slowly shake her head in denial. No… no… he couldn't be…
"D-Don't worry, Sophia! That idiot's probably hiding in his bathroom. Here, let me try…" Belize went up the door, took a deep breath just like Honduras… then began pounding on the door. "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, ANGEL! WE'RE IN A BIG HURRY AND IF YOU DON'T GET OUT HERE IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS I'LL TEAR THE DOOR DOWN WITH MY BARE HANDS!"
Honduras, Algeria and Tunisia sweat dropped at the girl as she tapped her foot impatiently. Even though it sounded foolproof, the result was the same, but Belize did manage to scare some birds.
"Maybe he's not home…?" Tunisia suggested hopefully.
"No, he told me that he was going to be at home…" Honduras said quietly, and she covered her mouth in horror. "Dios mio… please don't tell me that he's…"
"That's it, I'm tearing the door!" Belize screamed for anyone in a hundred-mile radius to hear, and before anyone could even object, Belize kicked the door so hard it fell off its hinges.
Honduras widened her eyes. El Salvador won't be happy with that...
But still, Honduras ran in and immediately began calling out his name. "Angel! Angel, where are you? Please come out, we just want to help!"
When no answer arrived, Honduras began to panic.
"ANGEL?!" Honduras screamed desperately.
Belize put a comforting hand on her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. "Don't worry, he's got to be here somewhere! Let's check his bedroom, you know how much he likes to hide there sometimes."
Honduras nodded and the group, led by her, went to El Salvador's bedroom door. He has to be there, he has to be there, he has to be there, she kept telling herself. She flung the door open and expected to see a grumpy El Salvador surprised of their arrival, she hoped that would be the case, she wanted it to be the case...
But the sight that greeted her was not that... What she saw was something horrifying...
Something she never would have expected.
"Allah..." Algeria muttered in shock, pale as a ghost.
I feel bad about leaving you guys with cliffhangers, it feels evil, lol. But anyway, I hoped you enjoyed the chapter. Please review!