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Safe and Sound

After Minnesota cared for his wounds and wrapped them securely, Romania was put to bed with a safe feeling. The rest of the nations had gathered in China's sitting room. Minnesota was calling them in one by one to care for their wounds. She'd set up a triage station immediately after returning to the house, proving herself an excellent doctor. Turkey's hand had been stitched and wrapped. Cyprus was awaiting medical attention with his head in his older brother's lap. Canada's leg had been cared for by Greenland, not Minnesota, when the female nation had snuck up and cast a sleeping spell over him. America was napping beside New Zealand who would unexpectedly kick in his sleep. A lot.

Iceland sighed contentedly as he curled up beside the fire. Minnesota had finished caring for his injuries and had called Luxemburg in. Norway scratched his little brother's ears fondly. He was glad to have his brother back safe and sound. Hong Kong was napping on the couch, waking up from nightmares of enclosed places and rushing water every few minutes. China, when not trying to convince Hong Kong to go shower, was busy helping Minnesota with the injured. France sat beside Seychelles who was on the phone, crying, as she spoke to Romano. The female nation wore a neck brace provided by Minnesota.

"Je ne peux même pas commencer à te dire ce qui s'est passé, Romano, (I can't even begin to tell you what happened,)" Seychelles said quickly. "J'ai eu tellement peur! (I was so scared.)" Romano, who had not understood a single word his girlfriend had just said, was a bit nervous.

"Sì, sì." Romano said uncertainly on the other end of the line. "I'm just glad to hear your voice again. Veneziano was telling me how he wanted us to get married soon."

"Tu veux que je pense au mariage dans un moment pareil? (You want me to think of marriage at a time like this?)" Seychelles nearly shrieked and France perked up. "Eh bien, Veneziano peux le prendre et le coller son- (Well, Veneziano can take it and stick it-)" France snatched the cell phone away before Seychelles could finished the sentence.

"Seychelles, tu n'as pas été élevée à dire de telles choses, (you have not been raised to say such things,)" France scolded the female nation.

"Wait! What is is the wine bastard saying?" Romano shouted over the phone. Both nations could hear him clearly.

"Je sais ça, Grand Frère France! (I know that, big brother!)" Seychelles complained. "Mais il parle du mariage à un moment comme celui-ci! (But he's talking about marriage at a time like this!)" France brightened up considerably at the mention.

"Marriage?" France repeated. "That is wonderful, ma petite soeur! When is the wedding?"

"I haven't even proposed yet!" Romano shouted over the phone.

"Non? Then you need to hurry up, Romano," France said into the phone. "There needs to be roses, dinner, and a wonderful aura of romance. Are you taking notes?" he asked. Romano said something very rude to the French nation.

"France, je vais vous tuer! (I will kill you!)" Seychelles lunged for the phone but France held it out of her grasp.

"Adieu, Romano," France said and hung up the phone.

"Seychelles! I don't care if you are a nation. If I see you move like that one more time with a neck broken like yours, then I will strap you down to a bed." Minnesota stood in the doorway of the sitting room, her hands on her hips. Luxemburg slinked out from behind the state to his older brother's side. The Dutch nation's skin had been covered with a violet cream. Luxemburg was not impressed.

Seychelles scowled at Minnesota, harrumphed, and walked out of the room. Iceland's ears twitch as the female nation passed him.

"Alright, I'll see Cyprus now." Minnesota waved her hand to Turkey. "Northern Ireland is on deck." The state had purposefully saved Northern Ireland for last, he was going to be the hardest. She was going to give his eyes special attention.

Cyprus paled and shook his head vehemently. "I'm good," he said. "I don't need anything." Turkey just thumped his head against the wall and sighed.

"Getting old, Turkey?" Luxemburg snickered at the Mediterranean nation.

Turkey glared at him. "Shut up, brat."

Minnesota sighed in aggravation, stalked to Turkey, and dragged Cyprus into the room that had been deemed as her work station. The door slammed loudly behind her.

The room was silent for a few minutes before another door opened and a shadow fell across Iceland. The fox-nation opened his eyes, looking up sleepily.

"Yes?" Iceland asked in a tired voice. He just wanted to sleep now.

A red haired female teenager Iceland had never seen before stood over him. She crouched down to be level with the two Nordic nations.

"Hi, honey, I'm Georgia."

"Um, hello." Iceland glanced to Norway who just shrugged. He looked back at Georgia. "I'm Iceland."

"Yep! You're my uncle. Hi, granddaddy." Georgia smiled warmly to Norway.

Norway blanched. "I'm not that old, he might be." The Nordic nation looked to Turkey who growled. "But I'm not."

"Maybe not, but you're my granddaddy. Anyway," Georgia said, waving a hand dismissively. "I came to speak with Uncle Iceland." Iceland sat up slowly, his ear twitching nervously. What could the state possibly want with him? A certain German state wandered to Georgia's side, looking ready to grab Iceland's ears.

Georgia caught her cousin's small hand. "No, Brandenburg," she scolded. "Why don't you go see your uncle?" She motioned to the sleeping America.

Brandenburg scowled. "No unca," he said. "Want doggy."

Georgia sighed. She needed to get her cousin away from Iceland. "Alright, daddy's goin' to kill me for this. Casper?" she said. A terrifying looking ghost suddenly appeared before Brandenburg and screamed at him. The young German state blanched before shrieking loud enough to raise the dead . . . or at least America. Iceland winced and covered his sensitive ears.

"Now why don't you go see daddy?" Georgia suggested with a quirked eyebrow. Brandenburg glared at his cousin and headed not for America but for the free China.

Raising his arms, Brandenburg spoke insistently. "Up." China raised an eyebrow but lifted the young state onto his hip anyway.

"Uncle Iceland, I've noticed you have a spirit hangin' around you," Georgia said matter-of-factly.

"A spirit?" Iceland froze and glanced around the room. Was it a spirit like Wallachia?

"He's not mean or dangerous out anythin' like that," Georgia said quickly.

"Then who is he?" Iceland asked uncertainly.

Georgia cocked her head, concentrating. "He says he's been speakin' to you," she said. "I suppose you know him fairly well. I don't know what his name is exactly, but he calls you 'lillebror'."

Iceland blinked before whispering. "Kalmar." He felt something brush his cheek, a loving hand that moved to tickle his ear. "What does he want with me?" Iceland asked.

"He's been watchin' over you, nothin' more. He tried to protect you in the mansion. But he's a spirit, Uncle, he's dead."

"Why exactly are you talking to me about this?" Iceland crossed his legs and cocked his head.

"Do you want me to . . . exorcise him?" Georgia asked carefully.

"Exorcise?" Iceland repeated. "Do you mean chase away?"

"Yes." Georgia nodded and the hand on Iceland's ear paused.

"Well . . ." Iceland said uncertainly. "I guess. I mean, I don't want to keep Kalmar from his brothers any longer."

Georgia nodded again, this time in understanding. "He's torn between protectin' you and returnin' to his brothers. Come by the house on Sunday. I'm free to perform the ceremony to send . . . Kalmar back."

"Okay." Iceland fell on his side and curled up once more. Georgia left her uncle's and grandfather's sides to be chastised by her father for scaring Brandenburg.

New Zealand finished retying the bow in Liechtenstein's hair. "There," he said firmly. "You look as pretty as before." Liechtenstein blushed and Switzerland glared at New Zealand.

The door opened once more and Cyprus was led out of the room. Minnesota opened her mouth to call for Northern Ireland but America spoke first.

"Someone pin her down," America ordered. "Mayo needs to relax before she takes care of Northern Ireland." Minnesota frowned at her father. The state had been known to work nonstop, not caring for her own health.

"I'm fine," Minnesota snapped, crossing her arms.

"No you not." Brandenburg stuck his fingers in his mouth, much to China's disgust. He looked at his cousin with wide, innocent eyes.

"Yes I am!" Minnesota turned to leave but Hong Kong tackled her to the ground. "Gah!" The Asian nation sat himself on Minnesota's legs as he struggled.

"Hey, Turkey, can you come help me with her?" Hong Kong asked.

"Hm, I don't feel like gettin' up," Turkey mumbled.

"He's too old to help." Luxemburg smirked. Iceland glared at the Dutch nation then moved to help Hong Kong. Brandenburg waved his slobbery fingers in the air.

"Get him! Get him!"

"No, grandpa!" Minnesota tried to kick Hong Kong off to no avail. A door opened to reveal Greece with a very happy Not a Bastard. "Shit, not you again."

"Are you alright, Minnesota?" Greece looked between Iceland and Hong Kong, confused.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine," Minnesota said sarcastically. "I love getting pinned to the floor by a couple of boys. It's oh so much fun."

"Hm." Greece glanced around the room. "Get the old man to help you."

Turkey opened his eyes to glare at Greece. "Watch it, Greece," he snarled. "Two more months and I can legally beat you up."

"Aren't you going to rescue me from these two morons because your hormones are controlling your body?" Minnesota asked innocently.

"Mm, I don't think so." Greece shrugged and wandered off.

Minnesota gaped after the teenage nation before slamming her head into the floor. "Dammit!"

"Just keep her down for an hour, then she can take care of Northern Ireland," America said with a wave of his hand. Minnesota glared at her father.

"If one more person makes an old man crack," Turkey threatened when Luxemburg opened his mouth. "I'll show them just how old I am."

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Four Months Later

The empty, pristine white halls echoed with every footstep of the man. They stopped when he paused a window nearly as tall as the wall and eight feet in width. He nodded to another man dressed in a lab coat. The lackey flipped a switch and a light flickered on in the room. Through the room, the two men could see a third.

The third man was taller with messy blonde hair. The two men on the outside couldn't see his eyes, as he was staring at the floor. Shackles had been locked around his wrists and ankles, chaining him to the wall and floor.

"How is he doing, Dr. Pax?" The first man looked to the second. Dr. Pax swallowed heavily, pushing his thick glasses up his nose.

"He's still violent, Mr. Nobel," the scientist said nervously. Mr. Noble, the trillionaire funding his ordered experiment was not someone you messed with. He had the mafia at his back.


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