"Dad! This is bad! So very bad! I think they know?!" Tobias whispered from behind the building. He had snuck out on his break and clumsily pulled out his cell phone only to immediately dial his father's number. His shaking hands were trembling as he rushed them through his hair in an attempt to calm down. The teen's heart was pulsating so rapidly he was sure he was on the brink of a heart attack.

"Chillax dude, all good thoughts. All good thoughts." Alfred said from his seat in the meeting hall, his twin next to him flashing him a concerned look. It was the lunch intermission and many countries were milling around, reorganizing notes, and coming back to their seats after scrounging through the food selections. The American leaned back and casually continued, "Keep it classy ya know?"

The red haired boy on the other end was still grasped with fear as he fumbled out, "But what if I blew it? What if-"

"All eagles gotta fly home, right?"

That was the Jones's special code for, 'leave quickly and let their father take over.'

Shame filled up inside Tobias's chest as he realized he failed his mission. Here he was the oldest son getting caught so easily and possibly ruining his own country's international relationships. Hanging up he tucked his phone back into his pocket and made his way inside to grab his things before escaping. Or that was the plan until a large hand yanked him rather aggressively by the shoulder pulling him into an empty room.

Before the boy could scream for help a foreign voice interrupted him.

"Hello again Tobias Hazel."

Stepping out in front of him was Gilbert Beilschmidt or better known as the ex-nation of Prussia, restraining him from behind was his younger brother Germany, looking rather disgruntled at the current situation.

"Bruder, is this really necessary? He is only a child." Said Germany, releasing his grip on the boy.

"Ja, it is. Besides, you're helping me." The Prussian pointed out.

"I only agreed to this so you wouldn't do anything overly extreme."

"Um excuse me, sirs?"

They both turned to face him directly. Shrinking back a little Tobias dropped eye contact and massaged his now sore shoulder, "Why am I here exactly?"

"You tell us." Gilbert coolly responded.

His red eyes pierced into the soul of the teen who cowered under the pressure.

'Stay strong,' He thought, 'Remember what dad says to do whenever confronted by the enemy.'

"I really don't know what you mean." The auburn haired boy said as his face feigned confusion. Scratching his arm he shifted his weight back and forth, trying his best to pass off the expression of a wayward busboy who was completely 'human.'

"And I really don't trust you." Prussia spoke out, as he towered over the kidnapped guest soon backing him against a wall.

"Bruder stop this."

Ludwig reached out to pull his brother back from the cornered teen, when all of the sudden the door opened up and the light from the hallway filtered in.

"Dudes, bullying kids isn't PC anymore." An American voice echoed.

Posing in the doorway was his father Alfred Jones frowning at the sight before him. Staring at his dad, Tobias saw his left hand twitch, meaning he was worried about his son's safety, especially with two grown nations ganging up on him.

"Alfred, we were just having a chat." Gilbert said as he ruffled the boy's head before slapping him on the back towards the door.

Stumbling onto his feet Tobias ran out, passing America as he went to collect his stuff and leave.

"Right, and cornering some kid is totally not creepy at all." Alfred mumbled, rolling his eyes as he watched his son run off.

"You have to admit he was a bit strange," Prussia retorted, walking up confidently to the United States.

"I'm sorry about this America, I will deal with him." Germany said as he pulled his brother back and out into the halls, "The meeting resumes in fifteen minutes."

As the Europeans headed back to the conference room, well more of Ludwig dragging his older brother and hissing at him for his unprofessional display, Alfred turned on his phone and sent out a quick message.

'You okay?' -Dad

A minute later it buzzed with a reply.

'I'm good. Sorry.' -Hazel

He sighed as he read the new message. He knew his oldest son put way too much pressure on himself to be perfect, and even though he was caught the assignment wasn't that important to America. No, Alfred was more concerned for Tobias to be able to conduct himself in high stress situations. Even though he felt awful for lying to his own child about these 'missions' he did them anyway to boost his self confidence. But what worried him the most today was how observant Prussia was regarding the boy's fake task, usually when his children went to infiltrate they were never noticed or at least that was the case with his oldest daughters. But as much as he wanted to clarify the whole ordeal, Alfred ended up typing.

'Don't be. It's not your fault.' -Dad

Moments later another vibration was felt, reading it the American smiled.

'Thanks for saving me. Love you.' -Hazel

'That's what heroes do. Love you too.' -Dad

Putting his phone away the United States entered the continued meeting.

"What up bros!"