Chapter Three:

*Unknown POV*

I could feel their happiness. I wish we could be like that. Happy. They will be once you get rid of them. I don't like killing! Their happiness depends on their deaths. What did these people do? I've never seen them before! My mind showed me images. Images of pain, death, suffering, and screams. They did this.

"Yo, you done talking to yourself?"

Just destroy them, for their happiness.

"Yeah."

*Ky's POV*

Iggy led Cal and I through his house to this fancy-ish dining room somewhere on the first floor. I looked at all the stuff on the table, debating whether or not it's edible. Cal and I exchanged looks, and unanimously decided not to tell England.

"I don't know what you two like, so I just made lots of food from all over the world." England said.

"Uh, you really didn't have to," I said

"Nonsense. You girls are my guests." Cal and I took a seat, eying the sludge that smelt of curry in one of the bowls.

"Hey, England, what are these?" Cal asked, holding up a plate of black lumps.

"Those? They're freshly made scones. Have as many as you like." I stifled a laugh as Cal actually tried a scone, and almost barfed her lunch back up.

"Ky, they're still raw in the middle!" she whispered. For proof, she showed me the inside of the charcoal colored lump. Sure enough, on the inside, it was still liquid. "What do I do with it?"

"Just...crush part of it and it'll look like you ate more of it?" I suggested.

"How're you girls liking the food?" England asked.

"It's fine," I said at the same time Cal said "It could be better…" England raised an eyebrow.

"What we meant was, it's fine, but could be a little better. What if I helped you cook from now on?" I asked.

"Absolutely not. Guests shouldn't have to cook their own food." he said, eating some of the curry sludge. Call looked at me then England, and tried to persuade him to let me help cook.

"C'mon Iggy, Ky cooks all the time at home. If you let her cook here, it might give her some sense of normalcy again." England sighed.

"Fine. I suppose you could, if it makes you feel more at home." I mouthed 'thanks' to Cal.

"We had a big lunch earlier, so we're kinda full. Can we be excused?" I asked, hoping he would let us.

"If you really aren't hungry….oh, and tomorrow we can go shopping for you, Ky. I didn't see that much in your room, as opposed to Cal's."

"Are you implying that I have a messy room? You should see Ky's room at-mmph!" Cal said before I put my hand over her mouth. She lickled my palm, thinking that I would take the hand off. I did, but only to wipe her spit on her shirt.

"Of course not! I meant that you had your room set up, with what my magic could provide. Ky didn't have very much in her room, which means either she didn't bother setting up or that her requests were too complicated for the magic." England said.

"That's because I don't think your magic knows the wonders of Hot Topic. Plus, every time I asked for something clothing related it would give me Victorian era stuff. As much as it is cool, I'm not going to wear fancy gowns outside." I said, thinking of all the lace and frills on one of the dresses.

"Oh. You must've gotten Queen Elizabeth I's old room. Sorry about that, it must think she's still living there. I'll fix that later, and Hot Topic is that scene store, right?"

"Sure, I guess. Um, see you later." I finished sheepishly, and dragged Cal up the stairs back to our rooms.

"Oh, and Cal, could you possibly have your music a tad lower? I think France, that bloody frog could hear you across the English Channel."

*Adam's POV*

After an all nighter of Destiny with Andrew in a fancy ass hotel room, and maybe some stuff from the minibar, Andrew and I were on a private jet headed for one of America's houses.

"Adam...I don't think the stuff from the minibar was a good idea…" Andrew said.

"It's called a hangover. Don't be such a baby." America looked back at us.

"You were drinking last night?"

"Maybe…" Now I was thinking it was a bad idea mentioning drinking some of the alcohol in front of their country.

"It's okay. I drink even though I'm underage, too."

"Isn't that ill-eagle?" I said, barely keeping a straight face. America's eyes widened, as Andrew groaned.

"Dude, you are totally #1 in my book." Well, this trip's going to be so much fun.

America's place was huge. It was three stories, and looked like a house a celebrity would have. He set us up in separate rooms, and told us that if we need anything to go look for it and if they got lost, just start cawing like an eagle.

My room was pretty big by my standards, with a queen sized bed near a window. The window faced the east; that'd be a pain in the morning, to be woken up with the sun glaring in my face. There was a sliding door on the west side, with a balcony where I could sit and do whatever. Along the walls there were posters of my favorite video games, Marvel and DC comics, and one of Hetalia. A flat screen TV was mounted into the wall and hooked up to three different gaming consoles, and a large stack of games to go with each next to it.

"Hey dudes, I'm making burgers and hot dogs for dinner. That alright with you?" America's staticy, disembodied voice scared the crap out of me. I looked around to see where it might've come from. My options were my iPhone, the gaming consoles, or the - yeah it came from the intercom on the nightstand. Button, button, there's the button I thought, as I pressed the speak button.

"Uh sure, I'm good with it. I can't remember if Andrew is vegetarian, though."

"I am."

"Kay, then I'll have to go get veggie stuff from the store. I'll come get you guys when it's all ready. Though I may have forgot which rooms you're in." Cue a facepalm by Andrew.

*Bzzzz Bzzzz* I picked up my vibrating phone and slid my thumb across the lock screen, accepting the FaceTime call from Kyler.

"Sup." I said, looking at the part of Kyler's new room that I could see.

"How's it going on your end?"

"Just in my new room, which America forgot where it is."

"Well Cal almost got poisoned by a scone. Hey it's my iPod!- Hi Adam," Call said as she shoved Kyler away from the camera. "Ky is right. England really does have terrible cooking skills."

"Sucks for you, haha."

"Just wait until you meet Tony…" I heard Kyler mutter offscreen.

"Who's Tony?"

"The gray alien behind you." I turned around, and sure enough there was a gray alien with red eyes staring at me. I tried screamed, but made this weird half choked squeal which made Cal and Kyler laugh. It spoke telepathically, which really creeped me out.

"You're the guy that America likes? What'd you do, tell him a pun?"

"I-I did the ill-eagle one."

"No wonder. Oh, are those the girls the fucking limey's babysitting?"

"No offense Tony, but we're not being babysat, Dummkopf." Kyler said.

"When did you learn German?"

"Nowhere. Shut up. Kutabare."

"Where did you learn Japanese?

"Ladies, ladies, you both look beautiful." Cal interrupted. I could see a hand flash its middle finger. It was Ky's, based on the chipped gold nail polish on the finger.

*America's POV*

I walked up one of the sets of stairs. Which rooms did I put them in? I blindly turned left hoping I would find them soon.

"They're in the West Corridor. The one with the puns and the one weird curry smell." Tony said, popping out of nowhere.

"Thanks Tony!" I replied as I headed the other direction. Man, I forgot how big this house was…. I thought as I looked for Adam and Andrew's rooms. Which direction was it again? Oh, nevermind. I found a door covered in DC and Marvel heros and villains, and next to it was a door covered in game posters. The superhero one was closer, so I opened it.

Inside, Adam was hanging off his bed with a game controller in his hand and a headset on over his head. He waved, then shouted into the headset.

"Goddamn it, Drew, you aren't supposed to shoot your ally! Hold up, pause the game. Okay so - I said pause the game!" Adam huffed and threw the headset onto the bed behind him.

"So dinner's ready, just to let you know." I said, and walked next door. I knocked on Andrew's door, and he opened it.

"Uh, hey. D'you need something?" I shook my head.

"Just wanted to say that I, the hero, made dinner! And your veggie food too. "

"Okay….judging on Adam yelling at me to pause the game you told him." Andrew walked past me and joined Adam in the hall.

"So how do we get to wherever we're eating?" Adam asked. I pointed down one hall to the right.

"Down that one, and we keep going until we find Washington-"

"Do you mean the state or the president?" I looked down at Adam.

"The president, not the state. How could I fit a state in my house?" I laughed. "As big as it is, I don't think I could fit the perimeter of the smallest Hawaiian island in here."

I lead the two boys through my house until we got to the Washington. Statue of that president, not the state. Adam said something about George's dentures being made of his slaves' teeth. Yeah, it was true, but he paid them if they we willing to have their teeth pulled. When we got outside to my backyard the guys looked at all the food I cooked.

"That's a lot of food, dude. Are you sure we're gonna eat it all? And can we go swimming in that huge pool?" Adam asked.

"Sure, after we eat you can go swimming."

"About that, we didn't bring any stuff with us. Well besides Ky. She brought that tiny bag with her."

"It was only her tech, house keys, and the jewelry she took off for gym."

"You guys don't have to worry! The hero has extra swimsuits! We can go shopping sometime tomorrow. For now, let's eat." I told them.

We ate most of the food I cooked. Andrew thanked me for making him that nasty veggie stuff. I mean, who could give up something as good as meat? Not that I'm calling him a Commie or anything, he's too cool to be one. That blonde kid though, the one that ran off with Mathias, he might be one...same with that Chinese chick. China's a communist nation, right? Once a commie always a commie. Oh well.

I found swimsuits for Adam and Andrew, and we all went swimming. The first thing Adam did was shout "360 NO SCOPE", throw the red and yellow ball he had into the water then cannonballed in. Andrew jumped in after him.

"HERO DIVE!" I yelled as I dove into the pool.

"Hey, do you have water guns?" Adam asked.

"For the love of God, don't give Adam a water gun. Please, just don't." Andrew said.

"Yeah, there over in the shed with all the other pool stuff. The really big one's mine, though." Adam got out of the pool to go get a gun and came back with five of them and a kickboard. He threw two to Andrew and kept two and the kickboard, then jumped in the pool standing on the kickboard like a skateboard. He didn't float on it when tried to stand on it, though. We ended up playing a really retarded game of water polo which Adam seemed to enjoy. He accidentally hit me with the ball once or twice, but since I'm the hero, it didn't hurt. Either that or Arthur is right about me having a thick skull.

*Andrew's POV*

We played around in the pool until it was dark, only stopping when America needed to put on more sunscreen. "Alright do whatever, until lights out which is 10." America said while walking towards what I guessed was his room."Imma take a shower dude. See you in a while." Adam said before shutting the door to his separate room. I decided to do the same. I stank of chlorine.

This place is cool enough for an anime. Trying to get my (color) hair back into place was never too hard. I put on my clothes from the day before and lay down on my new bed. Letting sleep overtake me.

Screams. Screaming from every direction. My eyes felt so heavy. Pain flashed through my shoulder as my screams joined the others.

"Do you see?" No. I wanted to scream never. "Do you see now? This is for them." Pain. "I'm sorry." it whispered.

Then nothing but the sound of trees swaying in the wind. Swish. The pain faded.

Do you see? This is for them.

"DUDE WAKE UP!" I jolted awake in my bed. America was shaking me. "Wha..?" I tried to question. America, noticing I was awake, stopped shaking me.

"You were having a seizure, or something."

"Nightmare, I think." I replied.

"Damn, haven't had one of those in a while." Adam looked at me from the doorway.

"You okay dude? I heard a thump and saw you spazzing out on the bed."

"Yeah I'm good. I think."

…

"You sure?" America asked.

"Yeah. I'm gonna try to get some un-creepy dreams now. Night guys."

*T.J.'s POV*

We flew here. Not by plane. By fricking sleigh. While sitting on Sweden's lap. This is awesome. As long as we don't die or think about how this is probably gonna end badly, it will all be awesome. Finland opened the door.

"Welcome to our home." Almost everything was bought at IKEA. I could tell.

"This is so-" I tripped and fell flat on my face. "-great…Ow."

"Someones hyper in front of their mancrush." Sam whispered to me while pulling me back up.

"He isn't-"

"He is."

"We have spare rooms down the hall to the left. There are stairs so watch your step." Norway interrupted our argument.

"Dibs on first pick." Sam said walking towards the stairs.

"Aww. Not fair."

*Norway's POV*

I watched the two bicker over rooms from a far. They remind me of when Emil and I are talking about him not calling me Big Brother. I mean, I am his older brother, so shouldn't he call me that? Whatever. He still should.

After the two boys picked out their rooms, they discussed buying furniture and stuff from IKEA later. Sweden got all hyped up when they started, and began recommending furniture pieces that they would probably like. Tino and Mathias have a bet that the blonde kid that has a mancrush on Sweden, if he's actually Swedish. I'm almost positive that he is.

"Hey Lukas, you want a beer?" Mathias asked me.

"No thanks. The last thing I need is a hangover. Maybe you could go ask Gilbert or Allistor, they'll take one."

"Oh boo, you're no fun on weekdays. What happened to to the Lukas that would go streaking in the parks with me if I asked?" I grabbed his red tie and pulled.

"That never happened. You forgot to tighten your tie." I pulled even more on his tie and held it for a little while.

"Luk- you're….choking..me.."Denmark choked out

"Good."

"Lukas, maybe you should let Mathias's tie go…" Tino said.

T.J. came down the stairs with the weirdest expression ever. Sam wasn't that far behind him, holding a lamp.

"What is the lamp for?" Emil asked, pointing at the blue lamp in Sam's hands.

"For that floaty green thing that I saw earlier." was all Sam said.

"And for whacking me." T.J. added.

"That because Tobes Jackwell Fornsworth, you are an utter and completely annoying idiot."

"Wait, was it really big and had a beard? And said something like 'Hvem er du?'" I asked.

"Uh yeah, and when we didn't answer it, the thing charged us."

"Oh. That was my troll. It attacked because it thought you were an intruder." I told them.

"Why?"

"It asked 'who are you' in Norwegian. If you don't tell it who you are it think's you're robbing us or something."

On cue, Grønn, my troll, came barreling down the stairs at them. Sam threw the lamp at him and dove behind one of Sve's IKEA couches while T.J. shrieked like Denmark and hid behind Sve. The lamp passed right through Grønn, though. Sve might've blown a fuse when it smashed against the floor.

"De er venner," I told him. "They're friends." Grønn stopped in his tracks, understanding what I said. "He shouldn't bother you again."

"You broke the lamp." Sweden said.

"Sorry…"

"Side table-chan shall be lonely."

"..."

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