I leaped for the door, yanking it open and ducking through just in time to escape a blow to the head from Ivan's pipe. "Get back here!" He bellowed running after me as I fled the noisy room and tore down the long hallway. "Hey watch it!" a boy in a sailor outfit scowled as I accidently bumped him, causing him to stagger backwards and almost fall over. I didn't even bother to apologize as I sped onward, blood pumping in my ears and the wind through my hair. I was doing well so far, having a lead of about 15 ft, until I slammed into something large, hard, and wooden. My feet flew out from under me as my head swung forward hitting the edge of the piano breaking my glasses with a, "crack!" Someone jumped up from the piano bench and loomed over me then everything went black.

I awoke to the sound of two voices conversing in what sounded like German my head and back hurt and my vision was hazy. "Schauen Sie! Rodrich ist er schließlich wach!" A large Hungarian woman exclaimed with excitement in her jade eyes. I looked around the room ignoring the woman in my disorientation and curiosity. It was a relatively large room decorated much like a Victorian Manor or Castle, situated in the center a huge piano where a tall, well-dressed man sat, too absorbed in in a piece of music to listen or notice the Hungarian woman crouched over me. It struck me: I must be in Austria!

"Why am I here…?" I asked confused, sitting up.

"Because we took you here silly!" The Hungarian answered giggling.

"I know that! But WHY did you take me here?" I clarified a little but annoyed by the answer. "And where's Kumajiro?"

This time the man at the piano answered, "You're bear is at your house sleeping off all of the goulash it ate. Let me assure you it is fine. Your plan to start a war is one of the reasons we took you here, the other is that you wrecked my piano." He seemed irritated and curios at the same time, turning to face me.

"O-Ohhhh…. That umm… I'm sorry." I offered with a small apologetic smile.

"He's not mad! We just wanted to get in on your plan, you know as allies! Plus I bet we could get England and America on our side!" She sang happily. The man at the piano gave her a bit of a glare before nodding, "Yes that's it. My name is Rodrich of Austria and this is Elizaveta of Hungary. Pleasure finally meeting you Matthew of Canada." He said, standing up from the piano and walking over stiffly to where I sat and held out his hand. I paused before taking Rodrich's hand in a firm handshake, "Pleasure's all mine Rodrich of Austria and Elizaveta of Hungary.

I glanced out of the window of the plane relieved to finally be heading back to Ottawa. I decided that once I got home I'd sleep for the next week in hopes that everything would just disappear….

"RRRRINNNG!" My cell phone jerked me back to reality.

I stuck my hand into my pocket, drew out my phone and answered timidly, "Hello?"

"MATTHEW WILLIAMS!" A voice bellowed into my ear. "How could you?! What were you thinking?!"

"Umm… Well… You see…. I…." I started half-heartedly, why did he have to call me…? My boss just HAD to call be about THAT…

"There was no reason!! Do you know how many countries called me about it?!"

"No…."

"Well, a lot! I need to speak to you as soon as you get back to Otawa!"

"But-"

"No buts!" And at that he hung up. So much for my sleep and forget plan...