Disclaimer: *puts on wig, makeup, etc* I am Hidekaz Himaruya and I own Hetalia! Okay, just kidding. I'm not him :(
"But I know something important!" Sealand insisted.
"What do you know?" Hungary asked. "What's so important?"
"It's Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Norway, and Iceland," Sealand told the group. "They're here too! And they're looking for you!"
"Well, now they're lost here, too," Switzerland muttered. "Can't someone contact the outside? We need to stop any more nations from coming here. This place is a deathtrap."
"I don't think that would work," Korea pointed out.
"For one thing, those monsters are blocking contact with anyone outside the mansion's grounds," Estonia pointed out.
"For another, everyone would come anyways, even if you did tell them to stay away," Latvia pointed out. "We nations stick together."
"I still wish we could contact the ones on the outside," Austria remarked. "We could ask them to bring some more weapons and supplies."
"How come you're not with the Nordics?" Hungary suddenly asked Sealand.
"I'm not really supposed to be here," Sealand admitted. "They told me to stay home. But I want to help!"
"You're, like, too small!" Poland insisted.
Sealand glared at him.
"I may be small, but I'm very strong!"
"Excuse me, where did you last see the rest of the Nordics?" Austria asked.
"It was just over by the main gate," Sealand told him.
"Well, then shouldn't we try to find them?" Austria suggested.
"Isn't that a pretty hopeless quest?" Lithuania asked.
"Nonsense," Austria replied. "It won't be that hard to find the main gate from here."
"Did you forget that the landscape is continually changing?" Switzerland asked. "Anyway, we should be looking for Liechtenstein!"
But Austria was already walking off.
"Let's just follow him," Hungary suggested. "He can't get us any more lost than we already are. And maybe we'll find Liechtenstein on the way."
Romano really wanted to hit his brother. Not only had Veneziano completely ignored his own brother in favor of that potato bastard, but now he refused to tell anyone what had happened in his dream. Romano could tell that something very important had happened, but Veneziano refused to talk about it. Stupid brother.
"I'm going downstairs," Romano announced. "I want to see if I can do something useful."
He glared at the group of nations fussing over Veneziano. Typical. Everyone always like Veneziano best.
"Hey! You can't go downstairs on your own!"
Romano turned to see Veneziano running towards him.
"I don't need your protection!" Romano spat.
"We shouldn't split up!" Veneziano insisted.
"But I just want to clear my head," Romano told him.
"Italy's right," Spain interrupted. "You shouldn't leave this room without someone to watch your back. I'll go with you."
Romano scowled. Even Spain didn't acknowledge that Romano was part of Italy, too. Hell, even Veneziano didn't acknowledge it most of the time. Romano hated it. He was just as much Italy as Veneziano. Why couldn't they acknowledge that?
"I'm coming, too!" Veneziano added.
"If Italy's coming, I am too," Germany decided. "I won't make that mistake again."
"I would also like to come," Japan requested.
"I'll come, too," England insisted. "I want to see if I can find more of my magic."
"England, could you stay?" America requested.
England turned to look at him, surprised.
"Why?"
"I've seen you die too many times," America admitted quietly. "I know it's selfish, but I don't want to live through that again. I want you here, where I can make sure you're safe. Besides… I'm worried about Canada."
He whispered something into England's ear. Judging by the nervous glances both sent in Russia's direction, Romano could easily guess America's fears.
"You should stay, England," Veneziano said. "We'll look for your magic for you. I know where some of it might be."
"Thank you, Italy," England replied. "In that case, I suppose I can stay and make sure this idiot doesn't worry himself into an early grave."
America smiled.
"Thanks, England."
"So, shall the rest of us head out then?" Spain suggested.
"Let's go," Romano muttered.
He really wasn't happy about how his lone walk had turned into a scouting mission for half the group. But at least he could get out of this stuffy hideout, so he supposed it was better than nothing.
Liechtenstein carefully dialed the familiar number on Belarus's cell phone, thankful for this chance to talk to her brother for what might be the last time.
"Hello?"
Liechtenstein sighed in relief to hear Mr. Austria's voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello, Mr. Austria," she said. "Is my big bruder with you?"
"Yes, he is," Austria told her. "He'll be glad to hear from you. Hold on a minute."
Liechtenstein waited patiently as she heard Austria yelling for Switzerland.
"Hello?" Switzerland said.
"Hello, big bruder."
"Liechtenstein!" Switzerland gasped. "Are you okay? Where are you? What happened? Are you hurt? What can I do for you?"
"I'm fine, bruder," Liechtenstein promised. "I'm sorry I left you. There was a misunderstanding. So I just called you to let you know that I'm okay. I'm going to be helping Miss Belarus and Miss Ukraine for a while."
"What are you girls doing?" Switzerland asked.
He sounded suspicious.
"We're helping Mr. Russia," Liechtenstein explained. "I can't really tell you more than that, because I don't know any more than that."
"Russia is dangerous," Switzerland snapped.
"Bruder, I can make my own decisions, can't I?" Liechtenstein pointed out. "This is the right thing to do. I'm certain of it."
"Just be careful, okay?" Switzerland requested.
Liechtenstein smiled. He was always so worried about her. It was sweet.
"I will be. But there's one more thing I want to say to you," she said. "I want to say goodbye."
"Liechtenstein! What are you talking about?"
"This is going to be dangerous," she told him. "If I die, I want you to know that you've been the best brother I could ever ask for. You gave me everything, and I'm so grateful. I love you, big bruder. But I need to do this. I want to do this. So don't be too sad if I don't make it out alive. Move on with your life. And make sure you're not alone. You need someone. Find someone to replace me. I won't mind. Did you get all that, big bruder?"
"Liechtenstein! What are you saying?" Switzerland gasped.
"Please, just tell me you love me," Liechtenstein requested. "You've never said it before, but I want to hear it. Please?"
"I love you, Liechtenstein."
Switzerland's voice was choked and curt, but Liechtenstein could tell that he meant it.
"Thank you, big bruder," she whispered. "Goodbye."
"Wait! Liechtenstein! I-"
Liechtenstein pressed the button to end the call and handed the phone back to Belarus.
"Thank you, Miss Belarus," she said.
Belarus looked away.
"I just didn't want him chasing us," she insisted.
Liechtenstein smiled.
"Still, I'm grateful," she said. "Now, why don't we get going?"
Author's note: Those outside the mansion are unaware that Italy has the power to turn back time, so when Liechtenstein talks about dying, she thinks it will be permanent. And neither Liechtenstein nor Switzerland has a cell phone, so Liecht was using Belarus' phone to call Austria, hoping Switzerland was with him. Also, the word love is used very loosely here. Interpret it however you'd like.
Would anyone mind if I included the micronation Ladonia in this story? He was introduced in the Christmas Event and he's adorable. I have an idea for using him, but it's not neccesary to the plot and I won't use it if you guys think he's too obscure.