I still don't own Hetalia, I'm so so so so sooooooooooooooo sorry this took so long, I really didn't mean to, my whole house has been chaos over the past few weeks...but on the plus side I am now old enough to vote :D and then there was Christmas and tonnes of homework and course work...sorry :(

The phones weren't working...they'd all known that they weren't, but this was different.

"Do any of us actually know how to work a phone, or at least get the internet up?" France asked.

Joan raised her hand, France smiled at her "yes, Joan"

"What's the internet?"

Britannia who was stood next to her nodded "And what's a phone?"

France groaned "I'll explain later"

Belarus pushed her way to the front of the crowd with a reluctant Estonia in tow "Estonia can work the internet," she said bluntly.

"I'm good with computers, but I don't know if I can do this, I don't work well under pressure!"

"you work fine under pressure, I had a knife to your back whilst you tapped Russia's phone for me"

"That was a bit different!" he hissed back


Trekking through the undergrowth was harder than Finland had thought it would. He could wade through snow with little difficulty, but then again he wasn't scared half to death that he'd have his throat ripped out at any moment.

"Fucking HELL!" hissed Romano towards the front, he'd sank into a puddle up to his waist...he had the strange feeling that it was the same one that Sweden had fallen in earlier.

"Oh for pity's sake" muttered Austria who walked swiftly back towards the struggling nation who had a death grip on Spain's wrists, Rome was also helping to haul Romano out of the puddle.

Italy was trying to keep one of the triceratops from joining Romano in the puddle, Finland didn't even know why those two were there...

"Ve, she's really strong!"

"H'ld 'n, I'll h'lp" Sweden mumbled as he helped Italy pull the Tiny Triceratops out of the way.

"OW!, that hurt!" Romano snarled.


Meeting some new nations was nice, but now that all the excitement had died down it was a little boring in the cellar, Britannia looked around as everyone sat down...it looked like that was all they were planning to do. England, her youngest was sat down looking worried, she daren't go near him though, she just seemed to make things worse. Dejected she went and sat down next to a boy who looked a little like England, but also a little like America...but with those eyebrows he could only be one of her Grandchildren.

The boy was watching a weird black box with strange visions across the front. Britannia froze, what was this magic? It was strange.

She was aware that Joan had come to join her. They both stared at the box, Britannia with wonder, Joan with a mixture of curiosity and a small amount of fear, it was witch craft after all.

"Mam?" Britannia glared at Ireland and shushed him before turning her gaze back towards the magic box.


Germania hadn't had to do that much excersize in centuries, he had of course kept up together with his training...but training wasn't quite like climbing a tree with your son and then having to keep him from jumping down to see some angry raptors.

He decided that it was probably for the best if he got some rest.

"VAAAAATIIIII!, Look at who the awesome me found!" apparently not.

Germania looked over to see Prussia looking very proud next to a man who looked alarmingly like him.

"I told you I could be responsible, look at how big West got, and with little to no mental scarring!" he announced.

Ah, Germany of course, he had told Prussia to look after him and he appeared to have done his job well if Germany's height was anything to go by.

"I see" he replied curtly

Prussia laughed "Is that all!, Centuries I've looked after him"

Hungary came and stood beside Germania "pfft, more like Germany looked after you" she chuckled before waltzing off towards Estonia who was fixing the "phone".

"DAMMIT HUNGARY, NOT AWESOME!," Prussia yelled "She's joking, isn't she West" he elbowed Germany in the ribs.

"Ja, whatever, I need to check the CCTV for Italy" Germany mumbled before striding towards some strange boxes.

Prussia looked at a loss for words "I'll go and get him back...WEEEST!".


Stupid, bastardy puddle...Romano was soaking wet, he couldn't feel his legs they were so cold.

"Hey, cheer up Lovi, at least you're out of the puddle" Spain grinned, the Triceratops had been following him around like lost sheep since shortly after the puddle incident when Italy had tripped over Lovi2 and Romano had yelled at him.

"Who's fault is it that I ended up in the puddle?, Bastard" Romano hissed.

Spain looked concerned "I only wanted a hug, if you'd have stayed still you wouldn't have fallen in the puddle".

"He has a point, Lovi" Grinned Rome.

"Dammit!, when the hell did you start calling me Lovi?!" Romano snapped

Rome shrugged.

Ahead of them, Austria stopped "Which way now?" he called.

"South" Rome replied, Austria immediately turned West, Rome had to run ahead and turn him the right way. He felt that they were nearly back. And at any rate he and the other ghosts needed to go back soon, because he couldn't imagine Aegyptus, Gaul or Ancient Greece (if anyone has the Latin for that I would be eternally grateful) being particularly thrilled with them if they took much longer.

They were now approaching a large fence, "Is there a gap in that?" Italy mumbled.

"Man the hell up, you can climb that!" Romano snapped

Finland frowned "That's probably electrified, I'll test it"

before anyone could stop him, Finland reached out and grabbed hold of the fence.

He shrieked loudly and fell to the ground, the surrounding nations reacted in the manliest fashion possible...they all let out the highest pitched screams that their vocal chords would allow.

Abruptly Finland sat back up laughing madly, "Oh God, you should've seen your faces" he chuckled .

"N't f'nny" croaked Sweden,

Finland picked himself up off the floor "oh come on, none of us has even managed a smile in ages, and we know the fence is safe"...


"It's not just the phones that are out, most of the electricity is out, or at least the generator that powers the fences, I can fix most of it from here, but I need someone to go and get the generator running manually, but I think it's outside" Estonia announced from the floor, he had been working on the phones for half an hour.

Immediately an argument started about who should go, Joan was insistent that it should be her, Britannia volunteered herself and all four of her boys. Switzerland was demanding that he should go. Liechtenstein was getting more than a little fed up with the other nations. She was actually quite good with this sort of thing, and she could hide really well. Hastily she scribbled a note, grabbed a walkie talkie and ran out into the corridor.