"So... You're saying zhat someone who looks like Ita tried to kill him, Romano, and Vest?" Prussia was undeniably confused. "Vait, doesn't Ita have anozer bruder?"

"It wasn't Seborga," Spain insisted. "I didn't get a good look at him, but it wasn't Seborga."

"But zhen, who vas it?"

"... I don't know," Spain admitted. "We can ask them when they wake up. One of them has got to know something."

"Whaz goin on...?" the South Italian, at least half asleep, mumbled.

"Roma!" Spain grinned and gave the smaller man a huge hug.

"Get off me, bastardo!" Romano complained, trying to shove the Spaniard away.

Spain reluctantly released the Italian but asked, "Who was that person earlier?"

Romano groaned, "Dammit, I was hoping that was just a nightmare..." Not needing any clarification as to which person Spain was asking about, he continued, "Luciano... He called himself a second player... Whatever the hell that means."

"Second player?" Spain raised an eyebrow and glanced at Prussia, who confirmed with a shrug that he didn't know either. "France?"

"Let me zhink..." the Frenchman pondered.

Romano screamed, "When the fuck did he get here?" As an afterthought, he added, "Where is here?"

Prussia cackled, "Velcome to mein house! Vell, more like Vest's. I've claimed the basement because I'm too awesome to not be here if mein bruder needs me."

France, who had dressed up in a nurse uniform, winked, "And I've been 'ere nearly as long as you 'ave."

Romano screamed again.

"Second player... Ze phrase sounds familiar... Perhaps Angleterre mentioned it?" France considered.

"We should ask him! It's our best lead!" Spain announced.

France already had his phone out and was dialing the number. He put the call on speakerphone, and after a few minutes of ringing, they all heard a British accent say, "What is it this time, you bloody frog?"

"Oh, so rude! Why must you 'urt me so, Angleterre?" France placed a hand over his heart dramatically, regardless of the fact that England couldn't see it.

"What do you want?" England snapped in reply. "If you're asking me again to marry you, forget it."

"Non, this is serious."

"... Go on." Something in the Britt's voice had changed; perhaps he was surprised by France's seriousness.

"Zis is very important... What do you know about 'second players'?" France inquired.

"... Nothing I can tell you, frog." The phone beeped as England disconnected the call.

France looked satisfied nonetheless. "'e is 'iding somezhing, which means 'e knows somezhing. We just need to make 'im tell us what it is."

"How?" Spain asked the question they were all thinking.

"We go to 'is 'ouse and stay until 'e tells us," France replied.

"Like hell that'll work," Romano grunted skeptically.

"Trust me, after a while 'e will do anyzhing to get rid of anyone as unpleasant as you," France shot back at him.

"I'm not leaving my brother until I know he's going to be okay," Romano retorted.

"Of course we wouldn't leave him here alone!" Spain interjected, aware that they couldn't afford a fight right now. "Feli's coming with us!"

"Vhat about Vest?" Prussia wondered.

"Vhat about me?"

"Bruder! How long have you been standing there?" Prussia was startled to see Germany standing in the doorway.

"A few minutes."

"Are you alright?"

"Ja, fine. Just a headache... Vhy is Romano here? Did something happen...?" Germany looked confused, which caused everyone else to feel as confused as he looked.

"Don't you remember?" Spain questioned softly.

"Remember vhat?"

Spain, Romano, and Prussia exchanged glances, silently deciding what they should tell him. Obviously they didn't know exactly what had happened to him or Italy, but much had occurred that the German should know about even if he appeared to not remember anything unusual happening. Even Romano couldn't deny that he had a right to know at least what they knew—well, not more than halfheartedly.

"Well, you see..." Spain began.

=^w^=

"Are you ready?" England asked the mobile phone.

"Ready," Norway replied from the other end of the line. It was suspected by many nations that the Magic Trio could teleport from place to place, and this was partially true. However, it took one to open the portal on one side, and one on the other side to open that side, much like a tunnel blocked off on both sides. Without someone to keep the exit open, it was possible to become trapped, neither here nor there, but somewhere in another plane of existence, perhaps. In short, they could join each other in this way, but they had to use more mundane methods to go their separate ways.

Simultaneously, England and Norway started chanting a spell, and a swirling blue portal appeared in the center of England's living room. The spell completed, Norway announced, "I'm coming now," disconnecting the call. England and Romania stared expectantly at the portal.

For a full minute, nothing happened.

Then the portal started sparkling and the Norwegian flew out. He hit the wall hard and slumped to the floor, groaning. England blinked. That had never happened before.

It almost made sense when the other Norwegian strode out casually, a grin on his face. "Oh, did I do that? Oopsie~"

Lukas hissed softly, "Loki… How..."

Loki smiled and extended his hand. "Here, let me help you up!"

Norway muttered with genuine irritation, "Don't...touch...me…"

The two men looked like identical twins; the only differences were that Loki's hair was a shade darker than Lukas's and that his sailor uniform was a bright red that contrasted sharply with Lukas's blue.

"Why can't we just say the past is in the past and all get along?" Loki asked.

"You just threw me at the wall!" Norway glared. Not many people could get him as angry as his second player could. "For no reason!"

"I DID say sorry," Loki laughed as he watched Norway struggling to get to his feet.

"Actually, you didn't…"

"And you never apologized for being in a relationship with Denmark, so we're even!" Loki triumphantly stated.

"First of all, your Denmark isn't the same one as this one… Second, WE AREN'T IN A RELATIONSHIP!" Norway retorted angrily, with a peevish look at England and Romania, who started looking at him inquisitively after Loki's previous statement.

"MINOR TECHNICALITIES!" Loki shouted.

"SHUT UP AND TELL ME WHY YOU'RE OUT!" Norway yelled in response.

Loki cocked his head and smirked, "Which shall it be?"

"What?"

"Well, I can't shut up AND tell you, now, can I?"

Norway glared, "Yes you can. Spill, then be quiet."

"But why should I do that?" Loki whined.

"Because there are three of us and one of you?" England suggested.

"Oh, come on, no need for violence! How about we just sit down and talk about it? I'll start the fire!" Loki pulled his flamethrower out from wherever he hid it—they never had been able to figure it out—and all the blood drained from the faces of the other three.

A/N: I hope you liked that this chapter was a little longer than the others... Anyway, the first name I found for 2p Norway was Loki and I thought it was kinda fitting so that's what I'm using. Review, favorite and follow please! Comments? Ideas? Suggestions? I want to hear them!