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Chapter eight

"You know Iggy; that was really mean of you. That food smelled so good…my mouth is still watering. And it's not nice to scare girls; fairy or no," America complained as he felt his stomach growl. They had left the maidens and the meal behind untouched, and America was not happy to do so simply because of England.

"Fine then, next time I'll let you eat your fill and leave you to be their whipping boy. Rule number one from that list I gave you: never eat something a fairy has given you. If you do, they will use that debt to enslave you," England answered dryly.

"So then we can't eat anything in this place except the stuff we brought?"Canada asked with a look of concern. Since turning into a hobbit, Canada had required a lot more meals, and they were not sure how long their journey would take. What if they ran out?

"You probably could without anything too bad happening, due to what you are now. The rest of us will simply have to ration," Norway answered.

"Easy for you to say, I don't have anything to ration," America pouted.

"That's why I told you to bring a bag of supplies you twit," England sighed as he slung his pack off his back and rummaged around for an item. After finding it, he tossed it to America before returning his pack to its previous place and starting off again while saying, "But if it will make you quiet for five minutes than I suppose I'll share some with you."

Carefully America uncovered the item to find several carefully contained scones; causing him to grimace. France looked over his shoulder at this and commented, "If I were you I'd forget about those and look at this as a new kind of diet."

"I heard that frog! And if he really is as hungry as he makes himself sound then he will eat them with the gusto of a starving man. Now let's keep going before more people come looking for us!" England snapped back, causing the group to continue.

As they walked the group continued to look around the area. The bright sun and lovely wildflowers made the whole place seem so peaceful, and the excited sense in the air filled them with energy. Often several of the new-comers would pause to look at something new and beautiful, Germany keeping an ever-growing list of all the objects, only to eventually leave the object to see the next wonder.

Soon the meadow of flowers changed to a pleasant pastureland. On they walked, hardly stopping to view the area and eat a bit of their food. As they reached the end of the pastures, they spotted a small village. Curious, the group decided to enter the village only to find it filled with different kinds of creatures acting as one would expect in any village near dusk.

They were soon spotted by the residents, and upon seeing them they happily pulled the nations farther into the group of villagers. The creatures continued to talk all at once as the nations looked at them, only for a resident to finally spot Canada and exclaim, "I understand now, you must be the party bringing the little one back to the queen! We were told to be on the look-out for you. Such brave and peculiar folk! You simply must come with us and tell us of the journey."

Since it had been a while since they rested, few in the group could refuse and they were lead towards what seemed like the village square. Once there the residents began asking question after question about them and their quest. Nothing overly seemed wrong with the break, he knew that fae tended to be curious about guests, but England simply could not shake the idea that something bad was about to happen. Following his feeling, England walked over to Norway and commented, "We may want to get the group moving again soon."

Norway nodded at this, also sensing the strange feeling. One of the residents overheard this, however, and whined back, "Why must you leave? We just sent word to the palace that the lost one is here. If you stay then you can ride there with him."

"And I'd rather reach the place in my own time; especially if it means I can leave when I wish," England replied to the resident. He then turned to the others and said that it was time to go. As before, the group was slightly unwilling to leave; but most of them got up.

As France got up, however, a creature similar to the queen's servants grabbed hold of France and said, "You don't have to go, just because he says so."

"Oui, I know, but it would be best if we stayed as a group," France answered. The fairy gave him a wry smile at this before leaning closer to him and whispering, "But this plan of his will fail. Why not stay here with me and be happy. All I require is one thing."

France blushed slightly at the idea of staying with the lovely fairy, only to then ask, "And what is that?"

"Just tell me the name of the Englishman," she sweetly requested.

France gave her a confused look before saying, "His name is England, can't you hear everyone else call at him?"

"But that's not his real name. What is?"

Before France could answer, Norway's Troll loomed behind him and pulled him towards the rest of the group. As he did so, the troll glared at the fairy and replied, "Go back to your dungeon, trickster Mennidea."

The fairy looked as if in pain for a moment before she disappeared in a puff of smoke. Seeing the display but nothing else, the group asked what happened. In response, Troll threw France at the rest of the nations and answered, "Rule number five. Remember it."

"Rule number five? The one about not giving away our names?" Germany asked confused.

"But it wasn't my name she wanted. It was…," France began only to then pause and bit back the rest of the statement. He really did not need England angry with him when the Englishman was leading them.

England simply sighed and thanked the troll, only to then reply, "Names hold power, both in our world but more so in this one. If a fae creature gets yours or anyone else's true name they can use it for evil. You should count yourself lucky that Norway's troll knew that fairy's real name."

Realizing how close he was to giving away their guide's name, France thanked the troll and soon they were on their way. It was not until they were almost out of the village that they noticed Prussia running behind them. During all of this, he had been having his own conversation with a fairy. A fairy who had her own plans for helping her queen get Canada.

Rule number 5: Do not tell a fairy yours or anyone else's true name.

Rule number 4: Do not make a bargain with a fae creature.

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