Hetalia
Tri-Stars
Three ordinary girls somehow get transported into the anime world of Hetalia, where they're somehow called "Elements". More importantly, everyone around them is crazy, there's a lot of really hot/perverted guys, it's only 1942, and a meteor is coming to "end" World War II...and the world!
CHAPTER THREE
Of Allies And Of Axises
Krystal opened her eyes groggily and, for a second, she wasn't sure where she was. She then remembered what had happened, and groaned.
"You okay?" Mayling whispered to her, and Krystal shook her head. Mayling looked alarmed. "What's wrong?!"
Australia glanced quickly at them.
"We're still on the plane, aren't we?" Krystal muttered, and Mayling had to laugh.
Australia just smiled, and went back to reading his paper.
They were on a plane, heading from Broome to a "secret" location, where Australia had said they would meet the other Allies. He hadn't said much more than that, and the two girls hadn't asked.
Ranger was with them. He'd been sedated, much to Krystal's annoyance, but Mayling had reasoned that it would be better for him not to panic on the plane, like she was doing.
Krystal did not like flying. Mayling didn't mind it, but she suddenly wished that they were on the ground again. They both of them wondered how Emma was doing - she hated flying!
Then again, that was probably the least of her worries right now...
When Krystal had asked Australia what would happen to Emma at the hands of Japan, he hadn't answered her, and Mayling had thought that this wasn't the right time to tell Krystal what the Japanese soldiers were like during WWII.
She'd instead watched with some interest, as nurses on-board the plane patched up Australia's neck, which seemed to have healed miraculously fast by human-standards, but which was still going to scar. He'd been under local-anesthetic for the operation, and Mayling reminded herself, yet again, that this was 1942. She was still having a hard time believing what was going on...it was like a dream, or a movie! Except, that it was real...
Looking across at Krystal, and then down at herself, Mayling was glad that they'd changed out of their nightgowns, and into some clothes that they'd been given, even if the clothes were a little old-fashioned, by the standards of Krystal and Mayling.
Mayling wore a brown high-necked blouse with short, bunched-up sleeves, a small brown belt and a white, below the knee length skirt. Krystal was dressed similarly, in a grey and white pinstripe v-neck (though, still with a high neck) blouse, an ankle-length red and white tartan skirt, and a grey cap. Both of them still had their necklaces with them, convinced that they were the keys to escaping this anime-realm.
"Sir?" A voice said, and Krystal and Mayling looked over as Australia was addressed by a man in a light blue suit. "We will be touching down very shortly. Have your briefed the two young ladies on their code of conduct?"
Krystal and Mayling gulped, and exchanged a glance.
Australia grinned. "I'll do it now, thanks, mate." He put down his newspaper, and turned to the two girls. "Right, so here's the thing - humans aren't supposed to know about us nations being people, right?" Krystal and Mayling nodded silently. "But, I'm pretty sure that you two aren't humans, or at least not completely, strange as that may sound." He was still grinning, which kind of annoyed the two girls. Wasn't he at all worried about Emma? As if reading their minds, their nation sobered slightly, and said: "A true Australian never lets go of a mate, you sheilas have to understand that, right?"
"Oh, we understand it." Krystal nodded. "So, you have some friends that can help us get her back?"
Australia nodded. "Like I said to Japan, they don't call us the Allied Forces for nothing, sheila."
Krystal rolled her eyes at being called 'sheila', but Mayling had other things on her mind. She adjusted her glasses carefully, and then asked: "The Allied Forces? You mean The United States and Great Britain?"
"Well, I dunno about Iggy being great or anything!" Australia laughed. "Still, he's probably the one that can help you girls get back home. America, on the other hand...well, he likes to think of himself as the 'hero', if you get what I'm saying."
Krystal rolled her eyes again. Great...it's gonna be like living with my brother all over again... She glanced out the window, and wondered if her family knew that she was missing yet. She also wondered if Emma was okay, and if they would ever get back to their own world...
The plane touched down on an island in the middle of the Indian Ocean, and Krystal happily stepped off the plane after seven hours up in the air. Mayling followed her, and Australia was right behind them, with Edward clinging to his shoulder (and glaring at Mayling) and Ranger trotting placidly behind them on a leash. He was still a bit groggy after being sedated for so long, but Krystal and Mayling both noticed that the Anime-Ranger seemed to be a lot more friendly than he normally was. That may or may not have been a good thing...
They walked across the runway together, and then down a pathway, towards a large, dark-brown house that had four stories, and looked very impressive.
Krystal lingered to admired the dolphin-shaped statue in the middle of the water fountain, before hurrying to catch up with the others, whom had stopped just outside of the doors and were waiting for her.
"Okay, you're going to meet the other Allies," Australia told them, as he opened the heavy front doors of the house. "They're a bit of an odd bunch, but they can help you, which is the main thing. Come on."
Quit ordering me around! Krystal thought, rolling her eyes again, as she followed Australia and Mayling across a very fancy-looking hall, and up a grand, sweeping staircase, then down a hall, up another flight of stairs, and down another hallway. They turned right, and came to a big set of brass doors.
"Okay, here we go, then..." Australia grinned, and pushed open the doors.
"Okay, dudes, so I was totally thinking that we cannot let those Axis guys get away with what they did to Australia this morning!" A young man, a teenager, actually, with golden blonde hair and summer-sky blue eyes framed by glasses was saying, as he held up a newspaper in one hand, and then took a big bite of the hamburger that he was holding in the other hand. "Itff moft unwishoush!" He said, with his mouthful.
Standing at the doorway, Krystal cringed. Another one of her pet-hates. I'll bet that's America... She thought, making a mental note to avoid the nation as much as possible.
"How the bloody Hell did you hear about that already, America?" A young man with straw blonde hair and emerald green eyes wanted to know.
Hang on a minute, now...where have I seen those eyebrows before, other than Anime-Emma...? Mayling wondered, and then her gaze traveled across to Australia. Ah-ha...then Bushy-Brows must be Great Britain...
"Yes, yes, we simply must not let those naughty Axis Powers get away with this!" Said a good-looking man with a French accent. He had wavy light blonde hair and dark blue eyes.
"There, you see, France totally agrees with me!" America gave the thumbs up. "So, you see..." He suddenly looked across at the doorway. "Hey, Australia, dude, there you are!"
The others turned in surprise to see the brown-haired nation standing there, but they were even more surprised to see two unfamiliar girls and a big black dog standing there with him.
"Yeah, just thought I'd drop by for a chat, mates..." Australia rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly. "Actually, these two young sheilas need our help..."
"Oh, but of course we will help such beautiful young ladies!" France, of course, got up immediately and sort of floated over to the two girls, whom were not impressed. "How may I be of service, me petit ma cheries?" He reached for Krystal's hand, which turned out to be a mistake.
Krystal immediately recoiled, before kicking France in the shin - hard.
"Ooh..." Everyone else cringed, as France hopped up and down, howling dramatically.
Ranger's ears pricked up, and he stared at France in fascination, his head tilted slightly to one side.
Britain laughed. "Ha ha ha, good show there, young lass!"
"Ah, Britain, you are so mean!" France complained.
"I'm not the one that kicked you!" Britain reminded him. Though, that's not a bad idea...
"You're lucky it wasn't any higher, mate." Australia added, and France looked horrified at the thought.
Krystal grabbed Mayling's hand, and backed away with her, until they accidentally backed into someone.
Glancing up, they saw the tallest nation of them all. He had light silvery-blonde hair, and was wearing a strange smile. His eyes were violet.
"You two will become one with Mother Russia, da?" He asked them.
It was Mayling's turn to get affronted, because she knew perfectly well what this Russian man meant, even if Krystal didn't. So, without a second thought, and completely ignoring the fact that this man was bigger than her, she stomped down on his foot, with the same amount of force that Krystal had used to kick France's shin.
The reactions of the other nations, however, was entirely different, this time around...
Britain gasped, and even France looked terrified. Australia paled ever-so-slightly, and America looked slightly concerned, although he also seemed ready to jump in and save the day at any given moment.
That was when Mayling recalled the character of Russia. She hadn't watched Hetalia (it hadn't really interested her) but she knew enough from Deviant Art to know that Russia could be scarily intimidating, and even evil, although he himself seemed unaware of it.
Well, Mayling wasn't scared of him!
A hand suddenly grabbed her arm, and yanked her and Krystal back.
"Ah, please ignore what just h-happened, okay, a-aru?" A Chinese man with long dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, and light brown eyes (which were currently fearful) tugged Mayling and Krystal away from Russia. "L-let's just forget that it h-happened, aru?"
Russia just continued to smile.
When China got them far enough away from the scary Russian, he muttered: "Whatever you two do, do not do that to him again, okay?"
Mayling nodded, but Krystal said: "Is it okay to do it to that guy, though?" She pointed to France.
China nodded. "Shi-de - yes, it is fine to do that to France if he harasses you, aru."
Upon hearing his name being spoken, France glanced over at them, and Krystal gave him the Evil Eyes. France yelped, and Britain couldn't help but liking the tall, bronze-skinned girl. But, the question was, what was she and her friend doing here?
Australia decided that now was the time to introduce them, as he left Ranger by the door, and walked up to the two girls, saying: "This is Krystal," he put a hand on her shoulder. "And Mayling." He put a hand on Mayling's back. "This is gonna sound crazy, mates, but these two sheilas are..."
"From another world." Mayling said, very clearly, and all the nations other than Australia just stared at her. "We were sucked into your world because of the necklaces we were wearing, but we don't know how." She shook her head.
"It was magic, no doubt." Krystal stated.
"There's no such thing as magic!" Mayling hissed.
"Yes there is, Uncle Vernon!" Krystal hissed back.
Mayling just sighed, not wanting to get into a shouting match with her best friend.
Britain was smiling slightly. I knew I liked this girl... He thought. "So, you want us to help you get back to your own world, loves?" He asked kindly.
Mayling and Krystal exchanged a glance.
"We can't go back yet." Mayling replied sadly, and everyone picked up on the change in her voice.
"Why not?" America wanted to know.
"Our friend Emma..." Krystal began, and glanced at Ranger. He was watching her, with big, sad, dark brown eyes. He knows... She realised. She cleared her throat. "Emma came to this world, too, but she was captured by Japan."
The Allied Nations looked shocked.
"Captured?" Britain repeated. "You mean, that bloody Japanese wanker took her hostage?"
Mayling nodded. "She fell down from the sky right in front of him, and he just caught her, and then a helicopter came, and..." She closed her eyes briefly and, when she opened them, everyone was staring at her sympathetically, except for Krystal, whom was looking at something else.
Mayling followed her gaze, and saw another nation sitting in a chair. He looked like America, but he had a softer face, and lighter blue eyes, almost like ice, but not cold. He was also holding an adorable polar bear cub in his arms!
"Aww..." Krystal said, and moved over to the nation and his bear. "I like your polar bear." She told the nation, smiling.
"Thank you." He looked surprised that she had noticed him. "His name is Kumashun."
Mayling face-palmed. "No, it's not." She moved over to the nation that she now recognized. "It's Kumajirou. Why can't you ever remember his name?"
The nation looked embarrassed. "I...don't know..." He replied, glancing down at the bear.
"Who are you?" The bear asked him.
"Aww, it can talk!" Krystal reached out a hand and patted the side of the polar bear's face.
The nation that was Kumajirou's owner looked embarrassed again. "I'm Canada..."
"Canada..." Mayling nodded to herself. "Do you have any idea where Japan might have taken our friend?"
Canada seemed about to answer, but America jumped right in.
"As the hero, I know exactly where Japan has taken your friend, Emma!" America exclaimed, striking a heroic pose.
Krystal gave him a Look. "I was talking to Canada, not to you, Mr. Obnoxious!" She snapped.
America gaped at her, and Britain laughed softly. Another check-point for Krystal!
"Actually," China spoke up hesitantly, hoping that Krystal wouldn't yell at him like she'd done with America. "I have a pretty good idea where he might have taken her, aru...if the closest base taken over by Japanese troops is...?"
"Timor." Australia affirmed, leaning on the back of a chair. "Only about an hour's flight from Broome, but they would've had to have stopped on some sort of offshore-rig to get onboard a plane..."
China nodded. "Then the most logical place for him to take her would be to his house."
"You mean, Japan's taken her to Japan?!" Krystal exclaimed, thinking about how weird that sounded.
"To Tokyo, to be exact, dudette." America told her.
Krystal looked at Mayling. "Well, Emma did always want to visit there..."
"Somehow, I don't think this is what she had in mind..." Mayling replied. She shook her head. "How do we get her back?"
Canada spoke up, quietly. "Well, umm, actually, I think..."
"You know what, this situation, like, totally calls for a hero to swoop in and save the Princess!" America declared.
Krystal glared at him, and drew back her foot to kick him. America jumped back.
"First of all, Emma doesn't need a Prince or a hero like you!" Krystal told him. "And, secondly, you interrupted Canada again!"
Canada blushed, although he was secretly pleased that he was being given such attention. This girl and her friend seemed nice. Maybe they could be friends?
Mayling sighed, as Krystal told off a stunned America. China stood next to Mayling, and asked her: "Is she always like this, aru?"
"Nah, she just doesn't like obnoxious men." Mayling shrugged. "Neither do I, for that matter..." She cringed slightly, and put a hand over her stomach.
At the same time, Krystal returned to her, and muttered: "We didn't eat yet, did we?" Mayling shook her head. "Greeeaaat...skipping meals is bad for you, you know..." Mayling nodded.
France dashed over to them, but made sure to keep his distance from Krystal's foot. "Ah, mademoiselles, allow moi to make you a magnifique meal, oui?"
Krystal cringed. "Umm, thanks, but I don't really eat French food...what about Ita..."
Mayling nudged Krystal to make her shut up, knowing that she'd been about to say Italian food, and that Krystal probably wasn't aware that Italy was a part of the Axis. Mayling would have to fill her in later but, for now, there was the small matter of their nutrition to take care of. "Krystal, I can cook you something, does sweet chicken congee sound okay?"
Krystal nodded happily, and China was very happy to hear this.
"Ah, you know how to make congee, aru?" He asked Mayling.
Mayling nodded. "Sure. My Mum showed me how to cook all sorts of dishes...I'm nowhere near as good as she is, though." She added, modestly, thinking fondly of her parents at this point. "I like to experiment with different flavours, which was how I found out that Krystal likes her congee sweet."
China looked impressed. "I can take you to the kitchen, if you'd like?"
Mayling nodded. "Thanks." She had a feeling that China might end up helping her cook. Well, as long as he didn't get in her way, then she didn't mind. Mayling stopped at the door, and tentatively petted Ranger's head. "And, how does that rice and vegetable mix that Emma makes for you sound, Ranger?" She leaned in close to one of his floppy ears, and whispered: "Without the pasta, of course?"
Ranger nodded his head.
Emma woke up suddenly, much to her chagrin, and with a small gasp. She breathed quickly, taking in the fact that the ceiling above her was anime-ish, and realising very fast that the events from before had not been a dream.
She recalled being on the cliff, and her now anime-friends calling out to her. Ranger was there too, and he was barking, which meant that she was in danger, so she'd called out to Australia to help her, but he hadn't been able to. The ground had rushed away from her, and then she'd been sedated by a man wearing a white surgeon's mask.
Her arms had been hurting, too and, come to think of it...they were still hurting her...
Emma looked down at them, and saw why. Her left arm was bandaged from the tips of her fingers right up to her elbow, and the right one, thankfully, was only bandaged from the ends of her knuckles to about partway down her arm. She vaguely remembered falling, after she'd tried to turn away from the light. She now glanced down at herself, and realised that it was now around her neck in the form of a light red star-shaped ornament, hanging on a chain. Emma also realised that she was wearing what looked like a pair of white robes - they were comfortable, and fit easily over her body, but how and why was she wearing them?
Japan...
Emma suddenly blushed, wondering if the Hetalia nation had changed her himself, and then dismissing the thought, since she knew that Japan was serious and shy. Maybe a female soldier had done so, or something...?
Emma looked around the room that she was in, realising that she was lying on a futon, and that she was in a traditional Japanese-style room.
Maybe I'm in Japan...okay, that sounded weird... Emma blushed again, and then sat up carefully, noticing a sling by the side of her futon. She slipped her left arm into it, cringing slightly at the pain. Of course, even as an anime-character, she was going to feel pain.
Emma stood up, and walked across the tatami mats, trying to keep the smile off of her face as she did so. From the reactions of her friends and Australia, her being taken away by Japan was not a good sign...they were probably still in the middle of their ridiculous World War Two, or something...
Those baka...
Emma cautiously slid open the door to the room, and checked in the hallway to make sure that nobody was there. After making sure that the cost was indeed clear, she slid the door open all of the way, and then noticed a pair of slippers by the door. Sliding her feet into them, Emma thought that, even if she was his prisoner or hostage or whatever, Japan was still doing his best to make sure that she was comfortable...
Padding down the hallway of the long, very traditional Japanese-y house, Emma followed her ears to the kitchen, where somebody was hard at work...cooking?
"~Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad, Prospero Año Y Felicidad!~" The young man with short light brown hair sang, as he danced around the kitchen, adding various ingredients to a big pot of something boiling on the stove.
Emma watched him in fascination, and wondered: Why is he singing a Christmas song when it's not Christmas?
"~I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas! I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas! I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, from the bottom of my h-eart!~" The man finished up, and turned around, which was when he spotted Emma peering in from behind the sliding door, and he gasped. "Ah, you're awake!"
Emma stared at Italy for a second, and then gulped, realising that the moment of truth had arrived. She was going to have to interact with...an anime character. True, he would not have been her first choice, or even her second or third, but he was here and so was she, and that was the main thing.
Emma gulped again, and nodded. "H-hello..." She stammered, looking at the cat-shaped salt and pepper shakers, at the traditional Japanese kotatsu in the adjoining room...everywhere except at Italy! She wasn't good at keeping eye-contact with people, which was usually their first indicator to run.
But, not Italy, however. He just put on a great big smile, and approached her, rather than running in the opposite direction (which would have taken him straight through another sliding door, Homer Simpson style).
When he was standing right in front of her, he continued to smile down at her, and said: "Buon giornio! Mi chiamo Italia! It's nice to meet you, ve?"
"L-likewise." Emma replied.
"When Japan told me he had a guest, I did not expect it to be such a beautiful girl!" Italy smiled innocently at her.
Emma blushed. "Oh, well, th-there you go...w-wait, where is J-Japan?" She looked around quickly.
"He had to go out for a little while, so he left me in charge of taking care of you!" Italy told her. "What's your name?"
"E-Emma." She stammered. She looked down at her feet, and then over at the pot on the stove. "Wh-what are you cooking, Italy?"
Italy continued to smile, and led her over to the pot. "Fettucina marinara!" He said proudly, lifting the lid on the pot.
Emma's anime eyes opened wide. "Oh wow, that looks good!" She exclaimed, staring at her favourite pasta dish. She never ordered it at restaurants, though, because she could never eat the massive amounts that the chefs put on the plates.
Italy seemed happy with her praise. "Grazie!" He exclaimed.
"Prego." She replied without thinking.
"Ah." Italy seemed even happier. He pointed with his wooden spoon into the meals area. "Emma, you go and sit down, per favore! I will cook the meal, ve! It is almost done."
"O-okay." She replied, and went to sit where she was told to, tucking her legs underneath of her as she slid off her slippers.
A black cat came and joined her, curling up on her lap with its back legs under the blankets of the kotatsu.
Presently, Italy came and brought in two plates of pasta, and Emma was relieved to see that he hadn't given her the biggest amount in the world, but he told her that she could always have second if she wanted to.
"So, Emma," Italy said to her, as she carefully raised the forkful of ribbon pasta to her mouth (eating Italian food cooked by an Italian as she sat in a Japanese house belonging to a Japanese man?). "Where are you from?"
Emma nearly dropped her fork, and then sighed, wondering how to answer this. She said: "Oh, well, I'm definitely not Japanese, of course!"
Italy laughed at this. "I like you, you are funny!" He told her. "You are already friends with Japan, so will you be my friend too, por favore?"
Emma nodded. "O-okay." She said, without even thinking, and then took a big bite of her pasta. It was, to say the very least, delicious. It was also her very first meal as an anime-character, she realised. The thought made her realise a few things, but she pushed them to the back of her mind, and asked Italy: "So, what about you? You're good friends with Japan?"
Italy nodded. "Si! He and Germany and I are best friends! We want to unite the whole world with the Axis Powers!"
Emma nodded, like she agreed, and then proceeded to listen for the next half hour as Italy told her his life-story, including all the sad bits with Holy Roman Empire, and getting bullied by his older brothers and such.
She marveled at how he could have such a cheery disposition after all that, and then wondered if, despite all of her hard-ships, she should have that same optimism. Krystal and Mayling do, I'll bet... She thought sadly. I KNOW...
Italy noticed her expression, and said: "Ve...what is wrong, Emma?"
Emma glanced at him, to check his expression - he was concerned about her, genuinely. She looked away. "Oh, nothing...I'm just wondering about my two best friends, but it's alright..." She finished up the last of her pasta. "Do you need some help with the washing up?"
"No, no, that's okay," Italy replied quickly. "You are ferito - your hands are hurt." He picked up the plates and Emma, after gently pushing the black cat off her lap, followed him back into the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter and watched him do the washing up, although he nearly broke both the plates in the process. He hummed while he worked, and then asked Emma about her necklace.
"I don't know where I got it from." She replied softly. "It just...came to me, as if my...magic?"
"Ah, si, magia!" Italy agreed with her, reaching for a dish-clothe and nearly knocking a few glasses off of the sink as he did so.
"E´ la magia del destino." Emma muttered, half in song from the Italian version of a Winx Club song. She sung it softly, but Italy heard her.
He dropped the plate that he was holding, and it broke, but he didn't care, as he threw his arms around her and hugged her, lifting her up off the ground slightly. He began speaking in such rapid Italian that she missed half of it, but she got the gist of it, and knew he was saying that they would be the very best of friends! Emma was blushing furiously. If she'd known that paying attention in Italian class would have gotten her hugs from cute Italian guys, she might've used her Italian more!
She wondered if it would work for Japanese...
And, wouldn't you know it, right then and there, Japan walked into the kitchen, stopping short when he saw what was going on.
Right behind him was a very tall man with blonde hair and crystal-blue eyes.
As soon as Emma saw him, she paled and, when Italy put her back down to say hello to the others, Emma zipped right back, until she was against the sliding door, and subconsciously fumbling for the door handle.
Italy took no notice of this, and just smiled brightly at his two best friends. "Japan! Germany! Welcome home, ve!"
"Itary-San..." Japan nodded to him. His eyes never left Emma's face. "Why is the prisoner out of her room?"
"Eh? Prisoner?" Italy's expression faltered. "No, no, she is our guest, si?"
Emma felt faint all of a sudden. So, she really was a prisoner. Italy got it all wrong...
The tall man, Germany, shook his head. "Nein, Italy. She is an Australian prisoner Japan captured yesterday morning." He told the surprised Italian. To Emma, he added, in a much harsher voice: "Trying to escape is pointless, mädchen."
Emma's heart-rate accelerated. "Wh-why?!" She demanded to know, her voice going high-pitched again. "Why am I a prisoner? I'm just a c-citizen!"
"An Australian citizen." Germany reminded her. "You could be useful in getting ze Allies to surrender, since Japan tells me zat Australia seemed to know you."
Emma shook her head quickly, still holding onto the sliding door. "No, th-that's not true."
"Do not lie to us." Germany said coldly, taking a step towards her.
Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic! Emma told herself quickly, aware that the sound of her pounding heart was probably giving her away regardless. She swallowed quickly, and said: "N-no, it's not that...Australia's just very...you know...mate-ship and all...nobody gets left behind...th-that sort of...thing..."
"Ja, ve know." Germany replied, and it sounded like he was mocking Australia or something.
Emma bristled slightly, and said: "Australia and the others won't let you g-get away with this! They're stronger than y-you!" Eek! Why did I add that last part in there?! Germany's going to KILL me, now!
And, indeed, the tall, intimidating nation did look like he wanted to murder the small girl before him, as he took another step closer and raised his hand. Probably not to hit her, or anything, but that's what it looked like, because Japan flinched slightly and looked concerned, Italy gasped and turned away quickly, and Emma was suddenly reminded painfully of the time her Father had lost his temper with her and slapped her across the face.
Her eyes widened and, before she could stop herself, she fell to the floor in seiza, a traditional and very respectful formal Japanese bow. She cried: "Ranbou shinaide kudasai! I'll be good, just PLEASE don't hurt me!" Tears were in her eyes, which made them appear glistening, as she glanced up quickly, not at Germany, but at Japan, whom was staring at her in shock.
Their eyes met, and something indefinite passed between them.
Emma's voice trembled, as she said: "Japan-Sama...Mr. Germany...Mr. Italy..." She had decided to be respectful to all three of them. It certainly couldn't hurt. She returned her gaze to the floor. "I am at your mercy..."