Chapter 6: I Can't Think of a Title for This One

Everyone stood in Germany's basement while Lukas drew on the floor with chalk. At his side was a book full of spells and such. Where the chalk and spell book came from, I cannot say.

"So, wait. What are we doing again?" Alfred asked him.

"I'm setting up a spell that will take us straight to Russia and China, if performed correctly," Lukas replied, finishing the incantation.

"What happens if we don't do it right?" 2P Iceland whimpered, standing strangely close to Lukas.

"Bad things." Lukas stood up. "Now, from what I've been told you were in England's home when the 2Ps attacked you, correct?" The other nations nodded. "Alright. So all that we have to do for this to go smoothly, is hold hands, close our eyes and think about either Russia and China or simply England's place. And under no circumstances do you open your eyes while performing the spell."

"Why not?" Feliciano asked.

"Because it will ruin it. Does everyone understand?"

Everyone nodded and said yes in their own special way. You could even hear a "Pasta!" among all the murmuring. Under Lukas' instruction, everyone formed a circle around the incantation, held hands, and closed their eyes.

"Alright. Now, everyone be quiet."

Lukas took a deep breath and picked up the book. Then, he flipped to a certain page and began to chant. A blue light began to form in the center of the incantation. Alfred was getting more and more curious. He couldn't keep his eyes shut for long… Suddenly, a cry was heard throughout the room and a loud crash followed soon after. The blue light disappeared and the room went dark.

"Oh no..." Lukas looked around the room. "Who opened their eyes?"

Everyone looked to Feliciano, who now had his eyes wide open. "I'm sorry! The suspense was killing me!"

"You fool! Everyone, get back!" Lukas shouted.

Suddenly, the blue light returned in the shape of an orb. It went out of control, sparking and ricocheting against the floor, ceiling, and walls. Everyone screamed and started running in circles. That was when the orb shot towards one person in particular. Sweden gasped as the orb headed towards his Finland, who was struck with fear. Sweden got the sickening feeling that whoever the orb touched would die! Or something. Oh, well. He had a good run, right? Sweden jumped in the way dramatically, everything suddenly caught in slow motion.

"N'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''!"

(Translation: No.)

Suddenly, the slow motion sequence stopped and Sweden fell, face first on the floor in front of Finland, allowing the orb to hit him. As soon as it did, Finland dramatically burst into sparks of light. Before anyone could react, an unexpected, and kind of hilarious, chain of events occurred. As the light had hit Finland, it bounced off of his cross, landed on a random mirror on the ceiling, and hit Sweden. Then, the orb of light bounced off of Sweden's glasses and took Lukas, while also hitting and bouncing off of his pin, and finally hitting his younger brother. And just like that, the Nordics were all gone just as quickly as they came. Silence fell among the remaining nations before Arthur gasped, realization striking him.

"...Okay, you all saw that, right? I didn't mess up this time. That wasn't me."

Silence.

"It was definitely England," France muttered.

"Yeah, definitely," Alfred agreed.

The rest of the countries murmured in agreement.

"Fuck you, guys."

"Who's idea was it to put a mirror on the ceiling, anyway?" Spain asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"Prussia liked to look at himself," Ludwig explained.

"I like his style," France said, nodding with approval.

"What happened to them, anyway? Did they tereport to some random prace or did they die?" Kiku asked.

"Well, I'd say there's a one percent chance of them making it," Arthur said.

"Well, then let's assume that they're all spiffy!" Alfred smiled.

"No! They're dead, you git!" Arthur shouted.

Alfred frowned and looked back down to the floor. "Oh."

"Why are you guys so calm about this!?" 2P Iceland suddenly shouted. "They're gone and we don't know where they are! Shouldn't we search for them!?"

The others looked amongst themselves. "Search...for them?" Kiku asked, tilting his head.

"No way, eh! They're not the important nations!" Kumajiro suddenly spoke up, causing Matthew to flinch.

2P Iceland's eyes bulged with horror. "Important nations!?"

Matthew laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Boy, I wonder what Russia and China are doing!"

Nothing happened.

Arthur looked to the camera. "Cut to Russia and China Goddamnit!"

Meanwhile at England's place, Russia and China were now leaving the house behind. They walked down the front steps before approaching China's car. Russia pulled up short. "Um… China?"

"What, aru?" China didn't stop to turn around as he unlocked the car doors.

"Why is your car suddenly here? We were never at your place and Japan gave us a ride..."

"You wanna keep asking questions or do you wanna find the others, aru?"

"But-"

"Just get in the car, aru!"

"Alright, alright. But, who's driving?"

"I will. It's my car after all, aru."

A drop of sweat trailed down the side of Russia's face. (See how easy that was? You people who write anime sweat drops in your stories? It isn't that hard.) He began to stutter, but China ignored him and got in the driver's seat. Russia had no choice but to get in the passenger seat. After they both shut their doors, China put his keys in the ignition, backed up, and began to drive.

For a few seconds, the ride was peaceful with no problems. Of course, China had to plug his latest iPod into the radio. Then Chinese pop music blasted out of the radio at a high volume. If it wasn't at its maximum volume, it was surely close. Next, China pulled out yet another phone and started texting, using his funny Chinese characters.

"Comrade, you really shouldn't-"

Unfortunately, China mumbled to himself in Chinese. The language was really angry and almost stereotypical-sounding. Russia was lost. He laughed nervously and looked to the road. Suddenly, his violet eyes widened. "Oh no," He muttered quietly.

"Whaaaat, aru?" China asked, irritated.

Russia pointed to an object in the middle of the road dramatically. "TREEEEEEEEE!"

Both nations started screaming. China even let go of the wheel and the car began to spin. "PARK THE CAR! PARK THE CAR! PARK THE-!"

Before the Russian could finish, the car slammed into the tree. CRASH! Some leaves fell from the large tree. Air bags smacked into both of their faces before they started to sink down. China fell out of the car and onto the hard road. "Ow."

"Oh no! China!" Russia got out of the car and kneeled on the street next to China. He put China's head onto his lap. "China, no! You have to be alright! You can't die now! Stay with me!"

"R-Russia..."

"Uh-huh?"

"There's a Western expression that America uses a lot... I believe it signifies friendship between one nation to another..."

"What is it?" Russia asked, tears in his eyes.

"Fuck... You..." The Chinese man said. Russia gasped as the other nation proceeded to die in his arms.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Russia cried as he looked up to the sky. He began to weep and if you think a crying Russia isn't depressing, I'm amazed. He sniffled before attempting to wipe his tears away. "Oh, how can this get any worse!?"

Suddenly, Belarus came out from a large bush. "Big brother! There you are!"

Russia screamed.

To be continued...