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A/N: Hey, everyone!
You'll probably notice a lot of differences in this chapter than it had been before. I tried to fix up the mistakes I'd made. Like Vietnam's character. I'd originally portrayed her as a crying, fearful girl. I've changed her to be more headstrong. Don't worry. I'm still following the original plot-line, just fixing a few things along the way.
Enjoy! Please review!
What do Vikings do?
Nearly every agent who made their way down the eastern corridor had to stop and stare at Agent Orlov. The female agent had positioned herself directly outside a door, conveniently barring access to anyone else. The reason for this was made clear the moment any of the other agents heard the loud crashes and bangs escaping the room.
One agent in particular paused outside the door at the sound of tinkling glass. He gave Agent Orlov a look of both confusion and questioning.
"Mister Russia received some bad news," Agent Orlov told the other agent who nodded and left quickly, casting the door a wary look before continuing his task.
The agent was unceremoniously shoved aside by a taller and much broader man, much like Russia himself, with a head of thick blond hair. Agent Orlov straightened up at the sight of her supervisor and saluted him once he stopped before her.
"What is the meaning of this?" General Ivanov growled. "Why did you call me down to the surveillance room then bar the door?"
"Mister Russia received some bad news," Agent Orlov said, standing at attention. "He spent me to pick up Mister Canada from the airport, but Mister Canada never arrived." She winced slightly as she heard yet another television collide with a wall. "We will need new televisions."
General Ivanov licked his lips nervously. He secretly wished Russia would quit destroying a room full of technology every week. It was starting to put a dent in the budget. There was a terrible sound of screeching metal and another crash.
"Da," General Ivanov eventually said. "I will get you the new televisions."
"Spasibo, (Thank you,)" Agent Orlov said with a nod. There was yet another crash, this one sounding lighter than the televisions' had been, and she smiled sheepishly. "And a new computer," she added.
General Ivanov huffed in aggravation but nodded. "Very well," he said, trying to keep his temper in check. "New televisions and computer; I will get those for you." He turned and stormed away from the surveillance room.
Agent Orlov listened to her supervisor's angry mutterings about temperamental nations and expensive technology until he'd disappeared around the corner. There was a greater crash in the room behind her than she'd heard in the last half hour and she sighed to herself. This was going to be a long day.
.o.)O(.o.
He was the Pearl of the Orient; used to subtropical temperatures and monsoons, not blizzards and freeze-your-but-off temperatures. Hong Kong shivered as he stood outside the Copenhagen airport, backpack clutched in his hand. He was starting to regret not having worn a warmer coat; granted, he did leave in a hurry.
Iceland had accidently left his notes from the world meeting at Hong Kong's house. And so, like the good friend he was, Hong Kong had decided to take the flight out to Denmark, where Iceland had been headed, and get his notes to his friend. He knew he would have to listen to China's ranting later and even Macau asking why he didn't just use a fax machine, but Hong Kong thought it was worth it. If he got to see his best friend more than just once a year at world meetings, then forget Teacher and his annoying lectures.
"Where is Denmark's house?" Hong Kong muttered to himself, now realizing the dilemma. He had never actually been to Iceland's, or Denmark's for that matter, house and had no clue as to where it was. Leaning forward, Hong Kong looked both ways down the street. This place was far too busy for a nation like Denmark to live in. He would probably prefer a quieter town, someplace where the noise wouldn't remind him of war.
Hong Kong was just about to pull out his cellphone and dial China's phone number when something collided hard with the back of his head. Yelping, Hong Kong's hand flew to his head and he whirled around. But there was no one there. His hair wasn't wet, so it couldn't have been a snowball. Hong Kong rubbed his head, wondering briefly what could have hit him, when a voice called up from the snow.
"Hey," a snarky and familiar voice called. "Down here."
Hong Kong looked down to find a puffin laying in the snow. A puffin wearing a red bowtie that looked vaguely familiar.
"Aren't you Iceland's puffin?" Hong Kong asked the bird, staring at it laying in the snow. The bird hopped up from the ground and flapped its way to Hong Kong's arm.
"Yeah," the puffin said. "What of it?" he demanded. He examined Hong Kong's face carefully before jumping in surprise and nearly falling over again. It was only Hong Kong's quick hand that kept Mr. Puffin from falling the snow once more.
"Hey, you're the tough guy's friend," Mr. Puffin said excitedly. "The funny one from that hot place."
"Yes," Hong Kong said slowly and unsurely. "My name is Hong Kong and I am from China," he told the bird. "Iceland was just visiting my house."
"Well it just so happens Icy gave me an important message to deliver," Mr. Puffin said, ruffling his feathers pompously.
"Who is it for?" Hong Kong asked, and Mr. Puffin just shrugged.
"How should I know?" the puffin asked in a tone that annoyed Hong Kong. "The idiot just dropped me out the window and told me to get lost."
"Iceland did that?" Hong Kong asked in disbelief. Despite all of Iceland's complaints about his annoying pet bird, Hong Kong knew his friend secretly liked his pet.
"Yeah, and he told me to shut up too."
Hong Kong chewed his lip before speaking again. "What was the message?" he asked.
"Something bad is happening," Mr. Puffin answered, and said no more. He just looked at Hong Kong like the nation was supposed to understand what it meant.
"What is happening?" Hong Kong pressed for an answer. His aggravation was growing by the minute with this bird.
"Sweden, Norway, and Denmark are acting really weird," the bird said, slowly beginning to expand on the message.
"Yes," Hong Kong said testily. "Iceland said that at the world meeting in Russia."
"Well," Mr. Puffin said before taking a deep breath. "THEY'VE KIDNAPPED AMERICA AND CANADA!" he screeched, drawing the attention of a few stragglers in the freezing weather, and Hong Kong dropped the bird in surprise. "Ouch!"
"What?" Hong Kong asked in shock, his stony expression melting away.
"What was that for?" Mr. Puffin demanded, but Hong Kong ignored him in favor of grabbing his cellphone. He pressed speed dial and held the phone up to his ear, chewing on his lip nervously.
"Nǐ hǎo, (Hello,) aru?" China said after a few rings.
"Nǐ hǎo, Teacher," Hong Kong said, knowing exactly what China was about to say. "It's Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong," China repeated, a note of anger in his voice. "Where are you? You disappeared, aru!"
"In Denmark," Hong Kong told his older brother.
"Aiyah!" Hong Kong winced as China shouted through the phone. "What are you doing in Denmark?" the ancient nation demanded. "That is fourteen hours away from here, aru!"
"Iceland left his notes at my house," Hong Kong explained to his teacher.
"Humph," China huffed. "That is no excuse to run off without telling me first. How is Iceland, aru?"
"I haven't seen him yet," Hong Kong said.
"Is that not why you are in Denmark, aru?" China demanded exasperatedly.
"Duì, but then I ran into his pet."
"Mr. Puffin!" the bird said angrily, and Hong Kong glared at him.
"His bird, aru?" China repeated.
"Duì, he gave me some bad news."
"Shénme, (What,) aru?"
"Denmark, Norway and Sweden have kidnapped America and his brother," Hong Kong said bluntly. China was quiet for several seconds and Hong Kong thought his older brother had hung up for a moment.
"Shénme, aru?" China hissed.
"America and his brother have been kidnapped," Hong Kong repeated. "By the Nordics."
"You are certain, aru?" China asked skeptically.
"Duì." Hong Kong nodded, though his older brother could not see him. "I did notice Denmark, Norway, and Sweden acting very odd at the world meeting. And America did go missing."
"This is bad," China muttered, more to himself than Hong Kong. "This is very bad. Hong Kong, I want you to get back here immediately; bring that weird bird with you. I will call Ahen and tell him what is happening, aru."
"Duì, Teacher," Hong Kong sighed, pressing the end button on the call.
"That guys even worse than the snarky guy," Mr. Puffin commented darkly. Hong Kong glared at him, his distaste growing for the bird with every minute.
"If you don't shut up, I will boil you alive," Hong Kong threatened. Mr. Puffin narrowed his eyes at him but said no more.
Turning back to the warmth of the airport, Hong Kong wondered how quickly he could get on a flight back to China. He wasn't looking forward to another fourteen hours on a plane; especially not with a bird like Mr. Puffin.
.o.)O(.o.
Iceland stood, frozen, beside the open window. Norway was watching him with a cold look that kept him in his place. Iceland swallowed hard, wondering how he could possibly escape this situation.
"Iceland," America's voice carried down the hall. "Run!"
The shout snapped Iceland out of his daze and sent him spinning on his heel. Before he could even take another step, he had collided with something rather solid that sent him tumbling to the floor. A hand snapped out and grabbed his arm in a slightly painful grip and pulled him back to his feet.
"Icy," Denmark said with a grin as he settled Iceland back onto his feet. "Where's the fire? Don't tell me Eyjafjallajökull erupted again?" His grin only widened when Iceland mouthed wordlessly like a gasping fish. "Well, are ya going ta say something?" There was a snap behind them as Norway shut and locked the window.
"I-I," Iceland stuttered, not sure as to what to say. He was saved from speaking by a cold hand landing on his shoulder.
"I think Icy just needs to relax for a bit," Norway said in a cold voice. His hand tightened on Iceland's shoulder. "I'm sure the plane ride was exhausting; not to mention touring Hong Kong for the past few days."
"Norge?" Iceland croaked, slightly confused. He had never seen his older brother act this way before.
"Why don't you just take a little nap?" Norway suggested, his tone rather cruel. A sudden shock like Iceland had never felt before ran through the island nation's body and he spasmed. He collapsed to the floor as his eyes rolled back, Denmark catching him before he could get hurt.
"How long is that going ta keep him out fer?" Denmark asked as he gathered Iceland into his arms. The smaller nation's head landed on his shoulder. His breathing was rather erratic and his eyes flicked to and fro under his eyelids like he was having a nightmare.
"A couple of days, maybe," Norway said with a shrug.
"What about America and Canada?" Denmark asked.
"They'll be fine for a few days," Norway said. He moved to open a door and stepped aside for Denmark. "I gave them a large enough dose of the potion to keep them paralyzed. If they do manage to escape, though, my troll should be able to stop them."
Denmark nodded and entered the room with Iceland in his arms. He laid the unconscious nation in the bed, making sure to pull the covers over Iceland. Petting Iceland's hair fondly, Denmark straightened up and left the room. Norway locked the door after him.
"Alright," Denmark said as they made their way down the hall. "Do ya know where that stupid bird was heading?"
"Ja, we're going to China," Norway said. He followed Denmark down the stairs to the first floor. "I need to speak with you about America and Canada."
"What about them?" Denmark asked. Sweden was waiting for them at the foot of the stairs.
"They insulted me in different languages," Norway told Denmark. "And they refuse to speak Norwegian, Danish, or Swedish."
Denmark frowned at that. "They'll speak their proper languages," he growled. "Or else. Come on, Sve, we're going ta China!"
.o.)O(.o.
Hong Kong's phone call had unnerved China to the point that the ancient nation was pacing, not something he usually did. He had his cellphone, a device he despised, pressed against his ear. The ringing finally stopped and he perked up.
"Hello?" England asked in a tired voice.
"Ahen, aru," China sighed in relief, thankful England hadn't checked his caller ID. The island nation liked to ignore China's calls.
"What do you want, China?" England asked distastefully. "And stop calling me 'Ahen'!"
"It is about America and . . ." China trailed off, unable to remember America's brother's name. "His brother, aru."
"What about them?" England asked in a relieved voice. "I've been calling that bloody git for the past two days. I thought he was just being rude."
"The Nordics have kidnaped them, aru," China told England quickly. He waited with bated for breath England's response.
"Come again?" England asked.
"The Nordics have kidnapped America and his brother, aru," China repeated slowly.
"Are you sure?" England asked skeptically. China heard him shift the phone around.
"Duì," China said firmly. "Hong Kong told me, aru.'
"You're trusting Hong Kong?" England asked.
"Duì, why should I not, aru?" China asked, tugging on a fraying string on his sleeve.
"Hong Kong doesn't exactly like you," England pointed out. "And he hates me. So who's to say he isn't playing a trick on you?"
"Ahen," China said, but he was cut off by the dial tone. "Ahen," he groaned. "You have to believe me, aru." He dropped the buzzing cellphone onto the table where it landed with a thunk, the screen cracking slightly.
China's wallowing in self-pity was interrupted by a furious knocking on the door. Checking his watch, he frowned.
"Hong Kong cannot be back yet," he said to himself. "It is a half hour drive from the airport, aru." Rising from his seat at the table, he moved to answer the front door.
"Hej, China!" Denmark greeted the ancient nation with a wide grin when China answered the door. "How are ya on this fine day?"
"Nǐ hǎo, Denmark," China greeted. "Norway." The other Nordic nation nodded in greeting. "I am fine, how are you, aru?"
"We're pretty good," Denmark said a bit too loudly, and Norway glared at him.
"Shut up, bror," Norway said coolly. "You're annoying me."
"W-Would you like to come in, aru?" China asked nervously, stepping aside. The two Nordics stepped over the threshold, Denmark looking around the small house in wonder.
"This place is nice," Denmark commented. "Really clean, too. Do ya live alone?" he asked, turning to China with an unfamiliar look in his eyes.
"Occasionally," China said. "Vietnam and Korea have their own houses. Macau, Taiwan, and Hong Kong stop by from time to time, aru."
"It must get boring without them around ta boss around," Denmark commented, and China bristled. The nation had no right to make sure comments in his house.
"Sometimes," China said stiffly. "But like I said, Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan visit me, aru."
"Too bad our colonies never want ta visit us," Denmark said forlornly.
"You were violent to your colonies," China thought to himself. "Why would they want to stay with you?"
"Is something wrong, China?" Denmark suddenly asked, and China jumped in surprise. "Ya look kind of sick." The words tumbled out of China's mouth before he could stop them.
"What have you done with America and his brother, aru?"
Denmark and Norway were silent, exchanging a look between each other. The tense awkwardness of the situation grew by the second until Norway broke it by speaking.
"They are resting," the Nordic nation said.
"And that's why we came at see ya," Denmark added, his grin returning full force.
"Why did you need to see me, aru?" China asked skeptically. His eyes darted to the wok sitting on the table.
"We can't always be there fer our boys," Denmark explained. "We need someone ta look after them."
"Your boys, aru?" China repeated.
"Ja." Denmark nodded. "We found them first."
"Bùshì, (No,)" China said stiffly. "Ahen found America and his brother first, aru."
"Ya sound like ya need a history lesson, China," Denmark said, suddenly falling serious.
"I have had enough lessons in my time, aru," China snapped. And with that he grabbed the wok from the table before either Denmark or Norway could react and swung it at Denmark's head. The taller nation grabbed the wok's other handle before it could hit him and he gave China a disturbingly feral grin.
"Hej, China," Denmark said, pulling China's closer to himself by use of the wok. China tugged on his weapon but the Nordic nation's grip was too strong. "Do ya know who I am?" he asked, and China froze.
"You are Denmark, aru," China said carefully, unsure of where Denmark was going with this.
"That's right," Denmark said. "And I'm a Viking." He kicked China hard in the stomach, both surprising the other nation and sending him flying into the wall.
"Aiyah!" China winced as he struggled to his feet. "You will regret that, aru."
"Will I know?" Denmark asked, tossing the wok aside with a loud clatter. Reaching into his long, black coat, he drew out a battle axe. China's eyes widened at the sight of the weapon. "We'll just see about that."
China yelped and darted aside when Denmark leapt at him. There was the shattering of wood as the battle axe connected with the wall.
"I thought ya said I was going ta regret that," Denmark commented, yanking his axe free from the wall. Turning around, he was nearly caught off guard by China's foot flying at his face, but he caught China's ankle and threw the other nation aside. China rolled with the toss and flipped himself back to his feet with ease.
"Ya just got lucky," Denmark snarled, rolling his shoulders. "I'll be easy on ya, since this is yer first time."
"But I will not, aru," China snapped back, and Denmark had to suddenly duck, lest he be kicked in the head. China's left knee flew up and stuck Denmark in the face, causing the Nordic nation to stumble back several steps.
"Ya got me there," Denmark admitted, massaging his smarting chin. "But Karate isn't going ta save ya this time, old man."
"It is Kung Fu, aru," China snapped back. He yelped, ducking, when the head of Denmark's axe nearly struck him. He kicked Denmark in the stomach once with the heel of his foot before springing back several paces.
"Call it what ya want," Denmark grumbled. He hefted his axe onto his shoulder and flashed China a grin. "But yer forgetting something."
"And what is that, aru?" China asked, keeping his eyes on Denmark's axe and his hands ready to block.
"Me," a voice said, and a foot slammed into the back of China's head, sending the nation stumbled toward Denmark. China yelped as his hair was grabbed by Denmark and he was painfully thrown to the ground.
"I find it is easier to attack another person when they forget about you," Norway explained as China struggled to his feet. "Why do you think I am so quiet all the time?"
"You should spar with Japan someday," China commented, wincing. "You two are very similar, aru." He threw a kick at Norway who blocked it easily before flipping China over his shoulder. The ancient nation hit the floor in a groaning heap.
"I might actually get to fight him soon," Norway said in a bored tone. "It depends on how well things go."
"W-What are you talking about, aru?" China asked weakly. He pushed himself to his feet, staggering sideways slightly.
"We're Vikings, China," Norway said, as though it were obvious. "And what do Vikings do?" He slowly began to circle China like a lion ready to pounce.
"They pillaged villages and raped women, aru," China said, warily keeping his eyes on Norway. Denmark was watching the pair with childish glee.
"Besides that," Norway snapped, and China bit his lip uncertainly.
"I do not know much European history outside of the World Wars," China admitted. "What else would a Viking want to do, aru?" he asked.
"Conquer," Denmark suddenly said from behind China, and he swung his axe at the ancient nation. China ducked quickly, slipping past the Nordic nation and hooking his foot around Denmark's ankle. Denmark hit the ground in a cursing heap.
Using China's moment of distraction, Norway unsheathed his sword and leapt at China. The Asian nation yelped and ducked under the sharp blade as it whistled over him. The sword connected with the kitchen table instead, cleaving it cleanly in half. China kicked Norway hard in the stomach, sending the Nordic nation to the floor beside his brother.
"Yer doing pretty well, China," Denmark admitted. "But there's always that one other thing ya need ta remember."
"What now, aru?" China groaned. His body ached from the fight already and he just knew he was going to have brilliant bruises in the morning.
"Who else was a Viking?" Denmark asked, and Norway smirked.
China froze. If ever before he'd had a sense of foreboding, it was now. Like something dark and sinister was standing directly behind him. Slowly turning, China found himself face to face with the stony-faced Sweden. Sweden grabbed China by the upper arms before the Asian nation could react and swung him effortlessly into the wall. China cried out, collapsing on the floor.
"Teacher!" a shout came from the door, and the Viking s turned to see Hong Kong standing there with Mr. Puffin on his shoulder.
Denmark and Norway stood from their positions on the floor and Sweden straightened up. China was helpless as he watched Denmark crack his knuckles.
"Well, well, well," Denmark said slowly and with a nasty grin. "Look what we've got here. We've been looking fer ya, brat." Hong Kong tensed and even stepped back a step, intimidated by Denmark's feral look.
"Hong Kong, run," China shouted weakly from the ground. "Get help, aru!"
Turning on his heel, Hong Kong made to run but was tackled to the floor by Denmark. Mr. Puffin was sent tumbling under the broken table. The young nation kicked and screamed underneath Denmark, trying in vain to escape him, but it was useless. Denmark grabbed Hong Kong's wrists and pinned them painfully above his head, sitting on Hong Kong's stomach.
"Hong Kong, aru!" China called as Hong Kong struggled. The young nation finally fell limp in Denmark's grip, glaring up at him.
"I'm sure someone would like ta see ya, Hong Kong," Denmark said as he shifted his weight, chuckling when Hong Kong jerked at his wrists.
"What did you do to Iceland?" Hong Kong demanded.
"Icy's taking a nap," Denmark said. "That's all." He turned his attention to Norway who stood over China with Sweden at his side. "Hej, Norge, did ya bring the rope?"
Norway frowned at Denmark. "I thought you said you were bringing it," he said. Both he and Denmark turned their eyes on Sweden who just shrugged.
"Your fault," Sweden grunted, as though the blame couldn't have possibly been pinned on him.
"You three are incompetent, aru," China muttered, flinching when Norway glared down at him.
"I would watch my mouth if I were you," Norway snapped. "Stay here," he ordered to Denmark and Sweden before disappearing down the hall. He returned minutes later with lengths of silk in his hands.
"Here," Norway said, handing silk to Sweden and tossing the rest to Denmark. "Use these."
"Let me go!" Hong Kong shouted as Denmark pulled his arms back and bound them with the silk. He thrashed uselessly until Denmark finished with his legs and swung the Asian nation over his shoulder. China had been succumbed to similar treatment and was hanging from Sweden's shoulder.
Mr. Puffin poked his head out from under the table, his eyes wide. Hong Kong spotted the bird and tried to get the bird's attention. When the puffin finally looked at Hong Kong, the Asian nation mouthed one word: Japan. Mr. Puffin nodded and huddled back under the table.
"Let's go," Denmark said, hefting Hong Kong higher onto his shoulder. "I want ta get home before the kiddies wake up." He followed Norway from the house with Sweden close behind.
Mr. Puffin had just relaxed when a furious shout caused him to leap up in surprise.
"I said I wasn't going ta ride another a dragon!"
.o.)O(.o.
The moment Japan entered his older brother's house, he knew something was wrong. The door had been left open, practically hanging off a hinge. The kitchen was trashed: the table smashed, China's wok abandoned on the floor, and dents in the walls.
"Aiyah," Taiwan said from behind Japan, having arrived just moments after him. "What happened here?"
"I am not sure," Japan told her. "This must have happened sometime between China-san calling us and our arrival."
"What are you talking about?" Vietnam asked as she, Macau, and Korea entered the house. Korea took one look at the destroyed room and disappeared into the house at a run, all the while shouting:
"Aniki! Aniki, where are you, da-ze?"
Taiwan and Macau had just begun to pick through the rubble when the table talked.
"Who's there?" the table shouted in a trembling voice. Taiwan yelped in surprise and leapt back while Macau stumbled away from the table in surprise. Only when Mr. Puffin poked his head out from under the table did they realize it wasn't the table that had talked.
"Who're you?" the bird asked again.
"It is the rest of Asia," Japan told the bird, and Mr. Puffin waddled out from under the table. "Are you not Iceland-kun's bird?"
"Yeah," the bird huffed. "I'm Icy's puffin."
"Aniki isn't here, da-ze," Korea whined as he raced back into the room. His cries were ignored by the other Asian nations.
"What are you doing here?" Japan asked Mr. Puffin, kneeling down beside the table.
"I don't know if I can talk about it," Mr. Puffin said shakily. "I think I might faint."
"What happened here?" Japan asked, a threatening tone in his voice. His hand ghosted over the handle of his katana. Mr. Puffin took one look at the Asian nation and nearly fell over.
"Japan!" Taiwan scolded the older nation. Swooping down, she scooped Mr. Puffin into her arms and cuddled him close to her chest. "You need to be nice to him. He's scared." Vietnam rolled her eyes and turned away from the scene.
"What happened here?" Taiwan asked Mr. Puffin gently.
"Well," Mr. Puffin said, trying to regain some composure. "I was coming here with that one guy who likes to hang out with Icy a lot. He's one of you."
Macau thought hard before thinking of his brother. "Hong Kong?" he asked. "We had tea with Iceland after the world meeting then Hong Kong took Iceland for a tour around his house."
"Yeah, anyway," Mr. Puffin said. "We got to the house to see Sweden slam-dunk China!" He shuddered at the thought.
"What happened next?" Taiwan asked fearfully.
"Well," Mr. Puffin said before shuddering. "China yelled at the weird guy to run, but Denmark got him before he could get away. That's how I got under the table, the weird guy threw me. The snarky guy and his friends tied China and the weird guy up and took them away."
"What?" Taiwan asked in shock, dropping Mr. Puffin on the floor. The bird squawked in both pain and anger. "China was kidnapped?"
"Great," Vietnam groaned, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "Just one more thing we have to add to the 'what China needs to stop doing' list."
"I'm going to get a concussion," Mr. Puffin grumbled to himself. His whining went ignored, though, as the Asian nations tried to think of what to do.
"Perhaps we should call America-kun," Japan suggested. "He is on good terms with Denmark-san and might be able to talk him into releasing China-san."
"Yeah," Mr. Puffin agreed hesitantly. "There's just one problem with that."
"And what is that?" Macau asked curiously.
Mr. Puffin was quiet for a moment before shouting at the tops of his lungs and making the Asian nations jump in the process.
"America's been kidnaped!"
"We're doomed, da-ze," Korea wailed, earning himself an annoyed glare from Vietnam.
"Don't you people usually just call world meetings when stuff like this happens?" Mr. Puffin asked Japan.
"Hai," Japan said. "We were in Russia for the last world meeting." There was a note of disdain in his voice. "Perhaps it would be easier to have everyone return there."
"Great, we're going back to Hell frozen over," Vietnam grumbled as Japan withdrew his cellphone from his pocket. The older nation dialed a phone number and held the phone to his ear.
"Privet," a cool woman's voice said. "This is Agent Orlov speaking for Mister Russia."
"Moshimoshi, this is Japan."
Taiwan picked Mr. Puffin up once more and held her close to her chest. Macau patted Korea comfortingly on the shoulder as the other nation's eyes welled with tears.
"Privet, Mister Japan," Agent Orlov said. "How may I help you today?"
"Is Russia-san aware of America's absence?" Japan asked the human. He side-stepped Taiwan when she tried to grab the phone.
"Da, and Mister Canada's," Agent Orlov told Japan. "He was aware of it when Mister America did not leave the hotel several days ago."
"Denmark-san and his brothers have just kidnapped China-san and Hong Kong-kun," Japan said stiffly.
"Chto?" Agent Orlov said, and Japan heard a familiar, and rather disliked, voice speaking on the other end. Agent Orlov didn't answer as she spoke to Japan. "I am sorry, Mister Japan, but Mister Russia would like to speak with you."
Japan's eyes narrowed. "Hai?" he asked. "Then put him on." He heard the shuffling of the phone being passed to another hand.
"Privet," Russia said, clearly trying to keep his voice steady. "What are you telling Agent Orlov?" he asked Japan. "She will not tell me what is happening."
"China-san and Hong Kong-kun have been kidnapped," Japan said through gritted teeth. "Denmark-san, Norway-san, and Sweden-san did it."
"Da?" Russia asked. "I believe it was those three who kidnapped America; and the last I heard from Canada, he was in Denmark. So I can only guess it was them who caused Canada's disappearance."
"They also have Iceland-kun," Japan added. He heard Russia speaking to someone, presumably his agent, off the phone before the large nation returned.
"I am going to call another world meeting," Russia said. "I would like you and your siblings to return immediately."
"Hai, Russia-san," Japan said, hanging up without saying goodbye.
"Well?" Taiwan asked nervously, practically strangling Mr. Puffin in her anxiety.
"We are returning to Russia-san's house," Japan said, wrinkling his nose.
Conquer.
A/N: What did you think?
I like how this chapter turned out much more. I feel like the characters might have (hopefully) been a bit closer to character than they had originally been. I remembered how much Japan hates Russia in the anime and tried to instigate it. Tell me what you think. :)