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 TEN

The Day An Angel Fell From The Sky

Prussia, Spain and Romano came with them to the airport. Japan, Germany, Italy and Emma would be catching a plane that would take them to a second airport where they would board a plane bound for their destination.

The thought of going on an aircraft was enough to make Emma panic, and she freaked out even more to see what kind of plane they would be traveling on - one of those ones with propellers!

"No, I've changed my mind." She said suddenly, stopping. The others turned around and looked at her. "You guys go, I am going to stay on the ground, where it's safe."

"You idiota," Romano rolled his eyes. "You have ali - if the plane is about to crash, then you can just jump out the window and volare away. Just do me a favour and don't save that potato-bastard." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to point at Germany. "Let him die slowly and painfully in a plane wreck!"

Emma cringed.

"Now, now, Romano, remember what I told you about modales?" Spain sighed, and gently pushed Romano aside. He smiled brightly at Emma, and pulled her into a quick hug. "Venir a visitarme a mi casa a veces." He added, inviting her to come and visit him sometime.

Emma smiled, and returned the hug. "I se." She replied, looking up at his light green eyes. "Thanks, for teaching me Spanish, Señor España."

He smiled, and patted her on the head.

"Lecca culo." Romano insulted Emma by calling her a 'suck-up'.

Emma raised an eyebrow and then, before Romano could stop her, she flung her arms around his neck. "I sarà anche perdere, è pomodoro amante idiota!" She told him.

Romano's face turned red, and Spain started laughing. Nobody had dared to hug Romano before. It was a new experience for the antic-social young nation.

Romano rolled his eyes, and gently pushed Emma away. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, cagna...just watch out for my idiota brother, okay?"

She was smiling. "I sarà, South Italy...oh and, just for the record, I think that you look an awful lot like your very handsome Grandfather!"

Spain started laughing again, and Romano turned as red as one of his tomatoes, though that might have been because Emma chose that moment to tug playfully on his hair-curl. Romano yelped and Emma, grinning mischievously, quickly bolted to the other side of the airport.

Spain was nearly beside himself. "Ah, she is an incredible mujer, isn't she?" Romano acts different around her than he does with other mujer...usually, he is very kind towards them, but with Senorita Emma... Spain was secretly very happy. "You liked her, didn't you, Romano?"

Romano didn't seem capable of answering.

Emma followed Japan up the steps of the plane, but froze about partway up. She still wasn't too keen on flying. True, she had wings and could fly, as Romano had pointed out to her, but she still didn't like being on a plane, where she was not in control.

Japan stopped at the top of the steps to wait for her, and that's when Prussia appeared at the foot of them.

Emma glanced back at him, then ran back down the steps to hug him. "Lebewohl, Prussia!" She told him.

"Lebewohl, Bunny." He smirked. That seemed to be his new nickname for her, though it was apparently a common pet name for German girls. "Let me know if you need me to come and awesomely save you on the battlefield, ja."

"Not likely." Emma rolled her eyes. "I've been practicing my martial arts, and my powers...watch this..." She closed her eyes and focused, feeling the steady glow in her chest well up, and extend to form the wings on her back.

Emma felt Prussia draw her closer to him, so that he could touch her wings. "They're so soft..." He murmured, leaning into her. "Awesome, kesesese..."

Realising that he wasn't talking about her wings anymore, Emma pushed him away from her, and returned her wings to their non-state. "Okay, well, see ya..." She turned to head back up the stairs, where Japan was waiting for her.

Prussia lunged forwards and grabbed her around the waist, making her stop as he rested his face against the side of her neck. "Don't go, mein lieber...stay with me, and we can be strong...so awesomely strong that nobody will be able to defeat us!" He added, just loud enough for Japan, Spain and Romano to hear.

Romano called him a hypocrite again, but nobody paid any attention to that, as all eyes were on Japan.

Japan smiled calmly. "If you are trying to start a fight with me, Prussia-San, then I regret to terr you that you are wasting your time."

Prussia smirked. "We'll see, won't we, ja?" He turned Emma around to face him, and kissed her, much to her disbelief, although her chibis were doing the can-can in the back of her mind. "Just say the word, and I'm there, ja? Kesesese...nobody can resist the awesome me for very long...huh?"

To Prussia's surprise, Emma was still smiling at him, and then she touched his forehead very carefully. "Thank you, for wanting to get to know me. I've never had this many friends before, so I appreciate it, and I look forward to getting to know you better in the future, meine süße."

Prussia looked shocked.

Emma then smiled, flicked Prussia lightly in the forehead, and ran up the steps of the plane. "See you guys when I see you!" She called, as Japan ushered her onto the plane and the door was shut.

However, Japan still heard it when Prussia suddenly yelled to him: "Remember, Japan! If anything happens to her, I'll awesomely see to it that you are flogged, smothered, put on a skewer and your hands and feet will be fried in butter!"

"What kind of dish would that make, Germany?" Italy asked cheerfully, as Japan looked terrified.

"Wiener Schnitzel." Germany said, not looking up from his book. He had a head-ache already.

A couple of hours later, the Axis Powers and Emma stepped off the plane, at the airport in Hiroshima.

Looking around, Emma felt pangs of fear and sadness in her chest wherever she looked. Couples smiling at each other, Mums and Dad hugging their children, friends greeting each other after months apart...it would all be gone, soon.

What should she do.

"Hey, Emma, come on, or we're gonna miss our flight, ve!" Italy took her by the wrist and dragged her over to where Japan and Germany were waiting for them.

A little school girl ran in front of them, laughing and calling out to her friends. Emma did a double-take, recognizing Kishimoto Sakura. I guess she has relatives or friends here, or something... Emma thought sadly, as she allowed Italy to drag her onto the plane, since her ability to walk properly seemed to have failed her.

"Eh, what's the matter, Emma?" Italy waved a hand in front of her face.

Emma blinked. "Huh? Oh, I guess I just don't want to leave..." She noticed Japan looking at her from across the small plane, and blushed. "Say, uh, Italy, teach me your national anthem, per favore?"

Italy looked thrilled, and immediately began singing, as the plane sped down the runway and lifted off, carrying them away from the doomed city. Italy's national anthem was so jovial and happy, that it disallowed Emma to feel sad. That's what she'd been aiming for...

They had been flying for quite awhile, and had to refuel in two different places, including a small base off the coast of the Maldives. As they were flying somewhere over the Indian Ocean, and Emma had learned how to sing all three national anthems of the nations that were on the plane with her (which Germany and Japan took turns flying), she happened to glance out the window.

"What's that thing?" She asked flatly, staring out at what appeared to be a very large storm.

"Tempesta." Italy replied.

"Sturm." Germany confirmed.

"Arashi." Japan added.

"I know what it is!" Emma cried. "What are we gonna do?!"

"Don't vorry, ve vill be fine." Germany replied firmly. "Zese planes are deisgned to deal viz such zings."

"Oh, well that's good." Emma looked relieved, and Italy smiled.

Japan glanced down at the fuel gauge on the plane, and sighed. "We're out of fuer." He said blankly.

"Oh." Everyone else said, as the storm clouds drew closer to them, and the plane seemed to be losing altitude steadily.

"What are we gonna do, we're gonna die, are we gonna die, Germany?!" Italy wailed.

"Nein, Italy, calm down!" Germany replied.

Emma glanced at Japan. He was staring at something out the window, and then he unbuckled his seatbelt and got up quickly. "There is an isrand there, we can parachute to it safery from the prane."

Germany nodded, and began to take out parachutes from beneath the seats. He handed one to Japan, and kept one for himself, saying that he'd jump with Italy.

As the nations strapped themselves up, Germany instructed Emma to open the hatch at the back of the plane which she did, feeling important. Wind whipped around her, and she was glad that she was wearing her suit, rather than a yukata. Emma glanced beside her, as Japan came up beside her.

They exchanged a look, and Emma opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but then she shut it again. There was no time to say anything.

Japan nodded to her, and then jumped. He fell towards the ground, before opening his parachute when it was safe to do so.

Germany and Italy shuffled towards the edge of the plane, and it was Germany's turn to glance at Emma. Her eyes were glued to Japan's slowly retreating figure, but then she glanced up at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed nation, and nodded.

Her powers would work, she was sure of it. And, if they didn't, well...she'd die.

Emma and Germany jumped at the same time and, with Italy screaming, they abandoned the plane. Emma felt the familiar power well up from within her chest, but had already decided not to use her powers until she was sure that Germany and Italy would be alright.

At around the same area that Japan had deployed his parachute, Emma watched Germany tug on the release chord for his. Once...twice...three times...

Germany's eyes widened slightly, and Emma stared at him in horror.

Italy appeared to have fainted and, as Emma watched, unable to move, Germany began to unstrap himself from Italy.

"Emma!" He shouted above the wind, as they rushed towards the Earth. They couldn't see Japan anymore. "Use your powers and save Italy!"

"But what about...?!"

"JUST DO IT!' Germany yelled, finishing unstrapping the straps, and holding onto Italy.

Remembering her promise to Romano, Emma reached out and took Italy's hand, letting her powers spread from her chest to her back, and down her arms. She felt her wings take shape, and beat them, slowing hers and Italy's fall.

Germany smiled lightly, and then let go of Italy.

"No, Germany!" Emma cried and, without thinking (she didn't even realise that she hadn't called him 'Mr.'), she reached out with her other hand and grabbed Germany's hand.

She felt the strain on her wings immediately, but continued to hold on, even though her arms suddenly felt like they were about to break off. Her powers were impressive, yes. She was able to sing like an angel with angel wings, but that didn't make her very strong or durable or fast. In fact, it would have been useless, except she could always use it to save people from falling.

But, who would save her?

Japan had landed on the beach and taken off his parachute quickly, before turning around and watching the entire ordeal unfold in the sky, unable to do anything to help them.

He watched Germany's parachute fail, and then watched as his ally forced Emma to take Italy and leave him, but she wasn't having any of it.

Japan was Emma's martial arts teacher. He knew her skills better than anybody, and he knew that her strength was her weakness (really). She was agile and talented, but hadn't built up much physical strength yet.

Japan watched as she held onto both of the male nations as she slowed their descent, and imagined the strain on her body as she did. If she was a nation, then she would be strong...even if she was a capital, she would still be strong...

If only...

About twenty feet up, Japan saw that Emma could no longer take it. She shouted something to Germany and then, after a moment, she let go of both him and Italy. Germany grabbed Italy as they fell the safe distance into the water, and then began to swim to shore with the brunette nation.

Emma, meanwhile, had the appearance of a bird that had just been shot. She faltered in mid-air, before picking herself up again. She was trying to get to shore, but everyone could see she wasn't going to make it.

Japan had hit the water before Emma did, running past Germany who was dragging an unconscious Italy up onto the beach.

Japan began swimming towards Emma, as she landed hard in the water, and her wings disappeared, but there was still a faint trace of red light, that allowed Japan to see where she had gone under.

Japan dived, and swam towards Emma, fighting against the current.

Emma was conscious, but seemed unable to move. Her eyes met Japan's however, as he reached her. Japan grabbed a hold of Emma, wrapping his arms around her waist and using his legs to kick his way to the surface.

They broke the surface of the water, gasping for air. Emma seemed to be a being wholly focused on respiration, as she clung to Japan, and he held onto her, not as puffed out as she was.

Japan could feel Emma's heart-beat, its rate increased by her near brush with death. Her legs treaded water weakly, and her head rested on his shoulder.

And, then, they saw the last thing they wanted to see - a shark fin.

Emma froze, and even Japan felt afraid, knowing that the creatures he called same were vicious.

Just when both of them were trying to figure out what to do and realising that they could do nothing, the creature ducked below the surface, and then came up for air.

It was a dolphin.

"Oh." Emma blinked, coughing a bit.

"Ah, iruka...mochiron..." Japan seemed a bit embarrassed.

They chuckled sheepishly, and then Emma said seriously: "We tell no one."

Japan nodded in agreement.

The dolphin circled them for a bit, and then swam up to them, its curvy fin protruding from the water. It made a small clicking sound, that seemed almost impatient.

Japan understood. "It wants to help you to the shore." He told Emma.

She stared at him like he was crazy. "You sound like Krystal - do you speak Dolphin or something?"

Japan didn't answer - he just nudged Emma gently towards the dolphin, and she wrapped her left hand around its dorsal fin. The dolphin towed her to the shore, leaving Japan to follow them...

From her perch on a nearby rock, just out of sight, a pretty girl with brown pigtails, hazel eyes and tanned skin smiled. "I'm glad she's okay, but I'm worried about what the Axis Powers are doing at my home..." Seychelles shook her head. "Now what do I do?"

America lowered the binoculars from his eyes, looking unusually serious for once. "They're here." He said, sounding just as serious as he looked.

Krystal, Mayling, England, China, Russia, Canada, France and Australia all looked at him.

America turned around. "And, they brought an angel..."

That night, after Germany and Japan had swum out to the wreckage of the plane and salvaged as many supplies as they could before it sank, the Axis Powers and Emma sat around on the beach and toasted marshmallows.

The giant SOS that Emma and Italy had spelled out was nearby, and the only sound was the crackling of the fire and the occasional ve-ve-ve from a sleeping Italy.

Emma was staring into the fire and wondering why she hadn't gotten 'Firebending' powers instead of 'Airbending', when she became distracted by something.

Japan picked up two biscuits, carefully placed a melted marshmallow between said biscuits, and took a big bite, smiling.

"I never knew that simpre biscuits with a toasted marshmarrow in between wourd taste this good." Japan admitted.

"The inside is melted and the outside is a little crunchy. That's the best part!" Italy sprung up and declared, before falling back to sleep again on the sand.

"Ja." Germany agreed, eating his own biscuits with marshmallow whole.

I...I'm in Episode Six! Emma realised, unable to keep the smile off her face as she roasted six pink marshmallows at the same time, knowing that they were being watched...

"Dudes, I can't believe it!" America lowered his binoculars in disgust. None of the others could see what he was seeing. "You're supposed to use chocolate when you make s'mores! That's it, we're going to do it, too!"

"Huh?" The others all said in unison.

"We're going to toast marshmallows, too!" America declared.

So, they did, and England added to the mood with a song.

"Bring on the fire, bring on the Hell, set everything ablaze so that no trace remains..."

"I feel like we're summoning the Devil!" America wailed.

"Uh, you guys, doesn't it feel like we're forgetting something?" Canada asked quietly.

Kumajirou munched on a marshmallow, and then looked up at him questioningly.

Krystal glanced at Canada. "Yes, we are." She stood up suddenly, and everyone glanced at her. "If you guys aren't going to do it, then Mayling and I are! We're going down there right now and rescuing our friend!"

"You dudettes can't do that, seriously!" America cried. "Japan's a freaky scary ninja dude, and Germany's a Nazi!"

Mayling and Krystal glared at him.

"Ah, how about if we are all going, da?" Russia suggested placidly.

The others looked at him, and then nodded.

Back on the beach, Emma shivered, and Japan carefully draped his coat around her shoulders.

"A-arigatoo, Japan-Kun..." She said, blushing, and smiled at him.

"Oh..." Japan blushed as well, suddenly seeming to lose the power of speech. "Ah, werr, uh, hai, it is very cord out here, so..."

Emma nodded. "Y-yeah, it sure is cold...umm...you know what, I'm gonna go look for more fire-wood!" She stood up and, keeping Japan's coat wrapped around her shoulders, headed off down the beach. She returned a few moments later, looking embarrassed. "Heh, the jungle's this way..."

Japan chuckled softly. "Heh, hai, the jungre's that way...she went the..." He noticed Germany staring at him. "What?"

As Emma walked through the jungle, she realised that she had no idea where she was going.

That is, until she tripped over the koala.

"Ouch!" She cried, despite herself, and then she saw what she'd fallen over. "Omigosh, is that a koala?!" Emma leaned over it, and it looked back up at her with fierce eyes. "It is...I wonder what it's doing here, unless..."

She gasped suddenly, realising what was about to happen and, without thinking, grabbed the koala, bundled it up in Japan's coat to avoid its claws, and took off running in the direction she had just come from.

Meanwhile, Germany and Japan had been sitting there peacefully, when they suddenly sensed something.

Germany stood up. "Seems like they're here." He threw off his coat.

"Rooks rike it." Japan agreed, standing up also.

"What're you talking about?" Italy asked sleepily.

Up on the cliff, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed nation's laugh could be heard for miles. "Ahahahaha! I'll give the orders, because I'm the hero, dudes!"

Yes, that was America, there was no doubt about it.

"Who died and made you the boss?!" A girl with very straight light brown hair demanded to know, her hands on her hips.

"Be quiet, Krystal, and let me have my moment!" America replied.

Japan and Germany froze. Krystal? Could this be...?

Nonetheless, because of the presences of the other Allies, Germany cocked his gun, and Japan unsheathed his katana.

Italy had his white flag.

America's smirk broadened. "China, I choose you!"

China leapt into action, brandishing a wok and ladle with amazing speed and dexterity, taking out both Germany and Japan in a matter of about ten seconds.

Italy gasped when China turned to him, and began to wave his white-flag even quicker, all the while yelling: "Ahh! Don't hit me! I'll do anything, so don't hit me!"

Krystal, Mayling and the Allies advanced on them.

"Just tell us where Emma is!" Mayling ordered.

Italy had tears in his eyes, and that was when he remembered the Australian girl. She was his friend! He began to wail even louder: "Emma, come and save me, pleeeaaase!"

From up on the cliff where the Allies had just come from, Emma heard him, and shouted: "STOP!"

Everyone turned to look at her in shock, and that was when she noticed that Japan and Germany had been injured. She gasped, and fire appeared in the background, as her wings seemed to become razor sharp. Holding Japan's jacket with Edward the koala in it tightly in her arms, she leapt down from the cliff to land between Italy and China, and took Edward out of the jacket, throwing him at China.

"Koala Attack!" She shouted, as the fierce koala leapt at China's face and began to claw at him.

"Aiyee! Get it off me, aru!" China cried, as the demonic-thing tried to eat his face off.

Mayling gasped, and rushed to his aid, but she couldn't get close enough for fear of the koala turning on her. "Ah, Australia, a little help, please?!" She turned around. "Australia?!"

But, Australia had gone stock-still, and was staring at Emma, his green eyes wide.

Emma was standing protectively in front of the Axis Powers, the fierceness in her eyes greatly resembling that of an eagle's. Japan's jacket was clutched tightly in one of her hands, and she was looking not at Australia or her two best friends, but at America. There was no hatred in her eyes, just defiance.

America had no idea what to say or do, for once in his life.

"Emma?!" Krystal called out to her, which seemed to snap Emma out of her reverie.

"Huh? Krystal?" Emma was nearly thrown off-balance when Krystal ran to her and flung her arms around her.

"You're okay, you're alive!" Krystal was nearly in tears, but she was smiling. "You're here, in this world! Ranger's okay, he's back on the island, we can go there straight away, as soon as we find a way off this island!"

America grinned. "Once again, the hero has saved the day and rescued the damsel in distress!"

"You didn't do anything." Mayling rolled her eyes, helping China to stand up as she took Edward and threw him away by the scruff of his neck. Luckily, the koala was caught by Canada, whom appeared to have become a part of the landscape again.

"Ooh-la-la," France was staring at Emma. "And, what a beau damsel in distress she has turned out to be..." He smiled suggestively at Emma.

Emma looked a bit taken aback.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to him." Krystal smiled, but then noticed the look on Emma's face. "What's wrong?"

I don't know what to do! Emma thought desperately. The Allies are...well, it's Australia! My country! Him and the others are the good guys, and Krystal and Mayling are my very best friends! But...

Emma glanced at Australia. The tall, brunette nation was staring at her like she was a ghost...or, like he wanted desperately to run over there and grab her and run far, far away with her.

Why's he looking at me like that? Emma wondered, just as she saw the Allies tense up, and half-turned to see that Japan and Germany had risen to their feet.

Italy grabbed Emma, wrenching her away from Krystal as he wailed: "Do something, Emma!"

"Hey, let her go, you slimy git!" England threatened.

"Don't worry dudette, we'll save you!" America assured Emma.

Japan suddenly stepped in front of Emma and Italy, katana drawn. "First of arr, her name is Emma, and secondry..."

"I don't need saving!" Emma declared, finally finding her voice.

"Of course you do, everyone needs saving by the hero!" America replied loudly.

Emma crossed her arms. "Well not me!And, also, England, did you realise that there's a green bunny flying near to you?" Her eyes followed something only she, England and Krystal could see.

England looked surprised. "You can see it too?"

Emma nodded, and America exclaimed: "Dudes, you can't be serious! Come on Emma, you have to believe in aliens more than that magic nonsense, right?!"

Emma blinked, and then pointed a finger at him. "Listen mate, I believe in aliens that look like giant metal robots! So, when you can measure up to my hero Optimus Prime, then we'll talk!"

America was thrilled. "You like Transformers?"

"Yes, but that's not the point of this!" Emma yelled, dragging everyone painfully back into the current situation with her high-pitched scream.

"Oh, right," England straightened up. "The point of this is that you need to come with us, love, for your own good."

Germany came to stand beside Japan. "She is not going anyvere viz you." He threatened.

Australia glared at him. "So, she really is your hostage, then, isn't she?"

"Nein," Germany shook his head. "Emma is our...uh..." He searched for the right word, which Japan suddenly supplied.

"Nakama." He stated clearly.

"Huh?" Said everyone else but Emma and Mayling.

The former looked surprised, and then pleased. "Do you mean that?" She asked, smiling.

That smile! Australia and France both thought.

Japan nodded. "Hai. I won't ret them take you away from us." From me... He added, silently.

Australia glared at Japan, and the Asian nation stared back at him in calm defiance.

Nobody seemed to notice this, except for Emma.

Krystal looked worriedly across at her red-haired friend (she had been dragged back to the Allies' side by France and England). "Emma, what's gotten into you? Japan kidnapped you, remember?"

Emma nodded. "Yes, I remember. I was really scared at first, but then I wasn't treated like a hostage at all, and everyone's been really nice to me, and we took a trip to the hot-springs," (Her hands were clasped happily by this stage, and she was blushing). "And Prussia and Spain and Romano stayed with us for awhile and I..."

"Dudes, it's even worse than I thought!" America yelled. "She's been brainwashed by them!" He pointed accusingly at the Axis Powers.

"I was not!" Emma said indignantly.

"Then it's Stockholm's Syndrome, isn't it love?" England said, sympathetically. "Don't worry, we aren't going to hurt you like they did..."

"They didn't hurt me!" Emma yelled, and then she sighed. "Look, Allies, let's get this straight!" She looked each of them in the eyes, including Canada.

Krystal and Mayling exchanged a glance. What had happened to their quiet and shy Emma? And where had those wings come from?

Emma crossed her arms. "I not a hostage! I've never really discussed with them whether or not I can leave on my own free will, but I don't want to leave them! I love them!" She hadn't really meant to say that last part, it just sort of slipped out, and she covered her face in embarrassment.

England was shaking her head. "This is bad..." He muttered. We have to get her away from those three, so that we can talk some sense into her...

"I am grad that we have gotten that sorted out." Japan said calmly, his katana glittering in the moonlight. "And, for the record...I wourd not ret Emma go, ever..."

"You know zat's probably not helping." Germany face-palmed.

"It's okay, I think I know what he means..." Emma said, and she blushed.

Australia suddenly correctly interpreted the entire situation, and a strange anger welled up inside of him. He had witnessed a few of his soldiers shooting Japanese soldiers in cold blood before, and he suddenly realised that he was heading down that same path to want to do the same.

America glanced at Australia, and then said, loudly: "Dudes, sorry to break up the love-fest, but I promised my righteous buddy Australia that I'd get his girl back for him no matter what!" He said.

Japan tensed.

Emma gasped. "No, you can't fight!" She cried, just as the ground began to shake. A lot.

As everyone staggered about, the Allies all looked at Mayling.

"That's not me!" Mayling cried, just as the ocean began to churn in the background. "Krystal, what are you doing?!" She demanded to know.

"It's not me!" The tanned girl protested, as a cold wind began to whip up around them.

"Emma-San!" Japan cried, reaching for her.

"It's not my fault!" Emma yelled.

"Iie, I mean take my hand!" Japan replied.

"Oh!" Emma reached for him as well but, a second later, everyone was pulled off of their feet by a giant tornado, as the ground rumbled and the waves came upon the shore almost king-sized.

Everyone yelled as they were tossed about and thrown around in the sudden maelstrom, which nobody knew where had come from.

"Japan-Kun!"

"Germany!"

"Mayling, aru!"

"Krystal!"

"America!"

"Emma!"

"England!"

"Australia!"

"Italy!"

"Canada!"

"Who?"