Author's Note: Hello everyone!

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I haven't got much to say about this chapter, except that Norway has finally made a proper appearance. Yay! Oh, and it's a bit shorter than usual. Sorry about that! ^^"

Character list:

Theo Wattana: Thailand

Mathias Køhler: Denmark

Lukas Thomasson: Norway

Disclaimer: Hetalia still and always will belong to Himaruya Hidekaz.

Warnings: none except minor language and a slightly disturbing drawing.

Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

"Wendy, no offense, but this is a bad idea."

The girl sighed in aggravation as the tall Thai man below her moaned yet again about her plan. Not that his complaints were false, she just needed some support. She really should have thought twice before asking him to help her.

"Be quiet unless you want us to get caught," she hissed down at him.

The twelve year old was currently climbing over the fence that led to her missing agent's house. She had planned to go alone, but she had realised that she was too small and needed someone to help her. The only person on hand just happened to be Theo.

Not that there was anything wrong with him; he was perfectly cheerful and friendly to everyone; but he just didn't get the importance of this mission. Although, to be fair, Wendy wasn't sure herself whether the risk they were taking was worth it. After all, what good would breaking in Lukas' house do?

The Australian heaved herself over the top of the fence and jumped down to the ground, quickly followed by the taller male. She glanced around, keeping an eye out for soldiers. Considering the Army knew who Lukas was, there was a high chance they also knew where he lived, therefore they would probably investigate the place to check he hadn't left any information lying around.

Luckily, no one seemed to be there, so she quickly ran to the house. Now, how to get in? By some miracle, the kitchen window was open. She slipped inside, not letting her guard down.

The kitchen was tidy, not a single thing seemed out of place. Obviously the Army hadn't had a look around yet.

"Christ, this place is tidy!" Theo whistled in admiration.

"We are talking about the Steilsson brothers. Are you honestly surprised?" Wendy smirked.

"What are we looking for, anyway?"

"Anything Lukas could have left us. It's unlikely he didn't plan in advance in case he was arrested."

Think, Wendy, think. Where would Lukas have left anything important? His bedroom, maybe?

It wasn't hard to find the young man's bedroom. Just as neat as the rest of the house, everything had a spot on the shelves. Well, almost everything. A desk in the window was the only untidy surface in the room.

Wendy approached cautiously, identifying the many papers on the table as drawings. They were extremely well-done, in pencil. The details were astounding. The first picture was of a troll, a great big humanoid-creature with a beard and fangs was looking out at her. Then, underneath that one, a few pixies were flying over a lake. As the young girl looked through more and more images, she noticed that although most of them represented magical beings, with the exception of the last few.

One was a drawing of Emil, the boy easily recognisable with his frown and bored expression. The next was a violin, intricate carvings on the polished wood. Then, there was a mole. A cute little creature, or at least it would have been, if not for the fact that its eyes were wide open. Inside the eyes, small skulls seemed to be laughing. She also recognised that some of the thicker lines were meant to represent blood. Finally, there was a flag. However, the drawing seemed unfinished. For one, the flag was entirely white. Then, the scenery around it wasn't complete. There was a bit of sand, a bit of forest, but nothing behind it.

"Wow, I didn't know Lukas drew. He's really good! We could sell these," her companion picked up the troll representation and stared at it intently.

But Wendy's mind was elsewhere. Lukas knew about the mole. Those last drawings were meant for her to find, she knew it. Emil's face probably showed his fear of his brother getting kidnapped. But what did the flag and violin mean?

"Theo, do you know if Lukas played the violin?"

"No idea. The guy didn't really interact much with the rest of us. Why?"

"I think he was trying to tell us something with these drawings. If he plays the violin, this," she motioned towards the pencil instrument, "would make more sense."

Theo shrugged, but turned around and headed straight towards the wardrobe. He opened the door and started to rummage inside. Wendy shot him a strange look, but turned back to the picture. What did he mean? What had he been trying to tell them?

"Found it!" Theo called from his position, removing a violin case from its depths.

"Great! Well? Is there anything inside?" the younger agent joined him.

The Thai man opened it up. Inside was a shiny violin, with fancy lettering on the sides. Of course, they had no way of identifying the language, which was a mixture of shapes, letters, and Chinese characters. Wendy felt her heart soar and sink at the same time. He had left them a message, but he hadn't left any ways to decipher it.

"What language is this supposed to be?" Theo wondered aloud.

"Lukas talk. There's more here," Wendy peered inside the wardrobe.

There were hundreds of loose pieces of paper, all containing the strange writing on them. Many symbols were similar, but with small differences, such as an extra line somewhere or a spot besides it. Whatever it meant, Lukas had made sure it was undecipherable.

"We'll take them with us. There must be some way to decode it, and it's better we have them than the government," she finally decided, scooping them up in her arms.

"Got it. Anything else we're stealing?"

"We're not stealing. We're simply keeping them safe from the Army. And we'll check in Emil's room next," Wendy directed him, already out the room.

It took them an hour to fully check the house for anything of interest, and they had about five piles of paper with strange writing on them. Happy with herself, the Australian left the house with a smile on her face.

Now, they just had to analyse everything.

"Well? Think you can fix it?" Gilbert frowned.

In front of him, Eduard von Bock was inspecting the cross-shaped pin. His eyebrows were furrowed as he pulled at the wires, and his blue eyes were completely focused on the ornament.

"It's definitely a communication device. Whether I can fix it or not isn't the problem, it's whether it will fully function afterwards. Leave it with me a few days, and I should be finished with it," the Estonian finally lifted his head to look at the German.

"Awesome. Well, guess I'll be off then. Good luck," the albino nodded.

As he wandered through the corridors aimlessly, he found himself nearing the infirmary. That wasn't much of a surprise, though. His feet had often lead him there recently. What he didn't expect was to hear a crash, followed by a cry of pain. Instantly worried, he ran over.

Inside the infirmary, a strange scene was going on. Mathias Køhler, a friend of his, was holding his hand to the side of his face, staring in surprise at the stranger, who was swaying slightly on the spot. Tino was standing between the two, his violet eyes never leaving the unsteady man.

"What's going on?" Gilbert made his presence known, stepping into the room.

"Gilbert, stay right where you are! Don't move!" the Finn immediately snapped at him without turning his head.

"Where am I?" the stranger spoke up.

His voice was surprisingly low considering his appearance, yet it was soft and gentle. He was shaking slightly, more likely due to fatigue rather than fear. His blue eyes remained emotionless, hiding whatever he was thinking.

"You're in the Palace Infirmary, on the safe-isle of Hetalia. I'm Tino Väinämöinen, a nurse here, the man you just punched his Mathias Køhler, a patroller, and the man by the door is Gilbert Beilschmidt, also a patroller. You're safe," the small blond tried to reassure him.

"Hetalia? But that's in the Atlantic Ocean…" the pale blond male frowned slightly.

"What's your name?"

"… Are you allied with the Army?" he ignored the question.

This time, it was the Palace dwellers' turn to frown. What did he mean by the Army? Had they ever heard that name before.

"What the actual heck is the Army? Some sort of unawesome patrol unit?" Gilbert snickered.

"You haven't heard of the Army?"

"No idea!" Mathias laughed.

The patient shot them a disbelieving look, as if they were incredibly dim children. Then, hesitantly, he answered Tino's initial question.

"My name's Lukas. Lukas St-Thomasson," he quickly caught himself.

Gilbert and Tino exchanged a glance. He was lying. But why? Mathias on the other hand kept on smiling like an idiot and took a step forward, patting Lukas on the back.

"Nice to meet'cha, Lukas! Welcome to the Isle!"