Hey all. Sorry I haven't updated, but I was grounded from the computer for a while, so...yeah.
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Yao frowned as he wandered Ikebukuro.
"Aiyahh. I lost track of that bartender and the Izaya person," he thought in frustration.
The brown-haired nation came to a stop on a sidewalk, trying to figure where he was. Japan wasn't bigger than China, but it was still a large place to get lost in.
"Russian Sushi! Come try our sushi!"
Yao's ears instantly recognized a mix of a Russian and a Japanese accent. He turned around to see a dark-skinned man with dark eyes and wore a slightly more traditional outfit for Japan.
"Amazing! Such a mix of diverse cultures!" Yao thought in surprise.
Walking up to the man, and remembering how to speak Russian, Yao asked, "Простите, сэр, но я ищу моего друга. Видели ли вы человек на этой фотографии?" while holding up a picture of Gilbert.
The man looked at the photo and nodded. "Да. Я думаю, вы можете найти его рядом с парком," he advised.
Yao nodded and put the picture back in his pocket.
"Благодарю вас, сэр," he thanked, bowing and hurrying off to the park.
*~*~*~*~*~*
With Izaya, he was hanging out near the park, recovering from the latest fight with Shizuo.
"It's not as fun without Gilbert," he muttered.
A new set of footsteps rushed into hearing, and Izaya turned around, expecting Shizuo.
Instead, he saw a young man possibly older than him with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, brown eyes, and a rather casual outfit, heading towards the park.
Izaya smirked.
"Ikebukuro gets more and more interesting by the day," he thought in joy.
The new guy noticed Izaya and dashed towards him.
"...and he's possibly another Shizuo," Izaya thought, about to run.
"Wait! Don't run, please!" the man pled, hurrying up to Izaya.
"What is it?" Izaya asked, ready to run if need be.
"Are you Gilbert Beilschmidt?" the man asked.
Izaya stiffened.
"I know the name Gilbert..." he admitted.
"So are you him or not?" the man pestered.
Izaya sighed.
"No. I do know where he is, though," he responded.
"Where?" the man asked.
Izaya took out a small piece of paper and wrote down an adress, soon handing it to the mysterious man.
"This is where he's residing. He was resting when I last visited him," the dark-haired informant informed.
The man nodded and darted off.
*~*~*~*~*~*
With Gilbert, he was wandering Ikebukuro.
"I'm bored beyond belief! Wonder if anything fun will happen," he muttered.
As if the words summoned it, a large trashcan struck the ground next to Gilbert.
"Not again," Gilbert groaned.
"IZAYAAA!" Shizuo shouted, charging at Gilbert.
"I'm not Izaya, I'm Gilbert!" the silver-haired man complained.
Shizuo stopped and stared at Gilbert.
"Whoops. Sorry," he apologized, heading away.
Gilbert facepalmed.
"Geez, he's an IDOT," he muttered.
*~*~*~*~*~*
With the other nations, America was waiting for a report from China.
His cellphone soon rang, and he quickly answered it.
"Hello?" America asked.
"I got a lead on his whereabouts!" China reported.
"Where is he?" America asked.
"Somewhere in Ikebukuro. I'll call when I find him!" China responded, hanging up.
"We got new info on him!" America shouted, standing up.
"Where is he?" Sealand asked.
"Somewhere in Ikebukuro, Japan!" America responded.
That helped soothe some of the nations' fears.
"He's alive. Thank gott," Germany murmured, closing his eyes.
"However..." America began.
"Vhat? Vhat is it?" Germany asked, opening his eyes.
"China didn't give me his condition. For all we know, he could be in danger," America reminded.
Germany gritted his teeth.
"I'll slay the man vho attacked my bruder!" he spat.
North Italy whimpered.
"Germany, calm down. It's more than likely Prussia is alive, but we can't be sure until we hear directly from China and/or get a message from Prussia himself," France reminded.
America nodded in agreement.
"England, you go next to look for Prussia," he ordered.
The thick-eyebrowed nation nodded and headed out the door.
"Now, let's hope we can find out his condition before something goes wrong," America hoped.
China and Simon's exchange went like this:
"Excuse me sir, I am looking for a friend of mine. Have you seen the man in this photograph?"
"Yes. You will find him near the park."
"Thank you sir."
Russian readers, please tell me if I mistranslated. I know I got it wrong somewhere...