'Sup. Just a few words; there's still more room for OCs (man do I sound desperate), I'd like some feedback as to how I'm doing, here's the list of capitals taken: Ottawa, Paris, Canberra, Tokyo, Washington D.C, Helsinki, Athens, Reykjavik, and Nairobi, I'd like some dude OCs, and to everyone who been reading: y'all are awesome.

The store pulsated with the beat of a new Top 40 single. People, mainly teenagers roamed the shelves, picking up CDs. A couple sales associates walked around, trying to look productive with a few actually stopping to see if a customer was in need of assistance. Near the cahier, a short Asian girl was trying to get the employee who was manning the cahier to listen to her. Of course, he was too busy changing the song selection to something that didn't want him to try to injure himself. One would ask why he would work in a music store if he hated the popular trends in music. One would also ask if he was actually allowed to do that. Needless to say, he techanally wasn't allowed, however, the simple fact in which regular patrons of the store could easily tell you.

The manager simply did not care. However, since nobody really cares about the manager, we will go back to the Asian girl and the employee.

"Mike! Hey Mike! Hey Mike! Mike!" the girl cried.

The employee turned around.

"What is it Haruhi?" Mike asked.

"Did Mörda Lampor's newest single come in yet?"

"In the Scandinavian section. By the way, when did you get into Swedish alternative techno-heavy metal-club rock anyways?"

"A few weeks ago. Did Brooke go to school today?"

"Naw. She and Annika took a bus to New York because she found this one guy that can get them fake IDs so they can see the midnight viewing of The Bling Ring because the movie is rated R." he explained, then let out a sigh and hissed cockily so low that Haruhi could barely hear him, "Suckers."

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Hey did you have a strange dream last night?"

"Yeah. The one set in feudal Japan where i'm with that guy that's like in every dream" She paused. "Hey Mike!"

"Yeah?"

"What'cha doooooooiiiiiiinng."

"Playing some decent music" answered Mike. Almost immediately, a cover of Brittany Spears' Toxic, done by Blowsight begun to play.

Elsewhere…

"Hey Tony!"

"F**king b*t*h"

"So that's a 'no'"

"F**k"

America slumped downed on the sofa. It had been six months since Brooke had been taken and there was still no sign of her anywhere. In fact, there was no sign of anyone's capital anywhere. But that couldn't be so right? After all they just had to be somewhere right. He shook himself out of his moping. He couldn't just sit around! He was the United States of America goddanmit, he wasn't gonna sit around like a little bitch when he could be productive! When he could do something! But what can he do he thought.

"Later Tony. I'm gonna get us some takeout, kay?" he alerted Tony. "I'll be back in an hour, two tops!" America yelled, apparently forgetting that he was at his penthouse in New York and that not only does it not take that long to get takeout, but that he could just call. But he figured that going outside to clear his head would help him out.

Many would say that wandering around New York in the evening wasn't a smart move but, its not like he could get lost in his own country, right?

Two Hours Later…

America stared at a shady looking store. 'I'm lost'

However, despite the bad vibe he was getting, he went inside. Just to get directions out of this area. Or at the very least, directions to the nearest Chinese restaurant. And in all honesty, the place didn't look too morally corrupt on the inside. 'Thought too soon' he thought, looking at the shelves full of drugs, guns and other basic necessities for a criminal. While he was just about to leave, he saw someone.

Someone that he knew.

Someone he'd been looking for.

Someone who'd been gone for half a fucking year.

Someone he hoped had no business with this crowd.

"Brooke?"

"Vihaan minun tehtäväni." Mumbled Hanna.

Okay, she didn't really hate her job.

She just really didn't want to do this shoot.

First, it was for yet another perfume ad.

Second, she had no idea why she, along with nine other models had to be in this ad, seeing as it was for a band, in which case, shouldn't only they be in the ad. Since it's for their perfume.

Third, she had to wear a cat suit.

A cat suit. With angel wings for crying out loud!

So much for not doing any racy shoots.

The only silver lining was that it paid better than her usual shoots. She hoped that no one that would care about using this against her would see it.

After all, Mördar Lampor was only popular in northern Europe despite their world tour.

What are the chances that anyone from those countries would know her?

Denmark was leafing through a magazine. Of course, no one really knew why Denmark liked this particular magazine. It was a Swedish gossip magazine aimed at teenage girls. Definitely not his usual reading material.

Iceland went to sit beside Denmark, eating some licorice.

"Why are you read a gossip mag for teenage girls?"

"Why not, Icey." He continued to leaf through the magazine. He stopped at a particular ad.

"Hey Mördar Lampor's perfume, Inky Änglar is in store-ohmygoditsHelstinki." He gasped.

"The modelling agency is based in Los Angeles" Iceland stated. "Personally, I think we should go look for her ourselves, since if Finnland were to see this, he'd freak- are you even listening, Danmörk?"

"She looks so hot in this picture…" Denmark trailed off, feeling Iceland's glare pierce his head. "Oh! Don't worry Icey, I was paying attention!"

"Good."

At that moment, Mr. Puffin flew in.

"What are ya yappin' 'bout-ohmygodisthatHelsinki!"

"Já! Now lets go!"

Mördar Lampor is not a real band. At least, I don't think it is…

Translations (by our neighbourhood translator, Google)

Vihaan minun tehtäväni/I hate my job

Finnland/Finland

Danmörk/Denmark

Já/Yes

The capitals and their human names:

Ottawa(Micheal/Michel/Mike), Paris(Estelle), Canberra(Charlotte/Charlie/Lotte/Char), Tokyo(Haruhi), Washington D.C(Brooke), Helsinki(Hanna), Athens(Aphrodite), Reykjavik(Annika), and Nairobi(Kayumbi/Kay) Ottawa, Paris and Canberra are my OCs.