Meow

The stranger pulled the boy off the couch and proceeded to tie him up with a thick rope- the likes of which couldn't be broken through with sheer strength alone… not that the boy had much of that. He was often mistaken for a fourteen-year old, instead of his actual age, which was eighteen.

The rope hurt against his bare arms- he cursed whoever it was that had given him the sleeveless shirt to wear. Vash struggled against the rope, suppressing a slight whimpering noise.

His captor didn't speak, but he could just feel the stranger grinning smugly as it to say "Struggling will just make it hurt more," or "I've caught you, kitty."

The mysterious person dropped something on top of the messy blanket that lay on the couch, and then dragged the boy outside, making sure to be quiet while closing the door. Vash made a few muffled squeaking noises as he was dragged over the cold and slightly damp grass, ten thrown violently into the back of an SUV, which promptly sped away before Vash had a chance to situate himself.

He had plenty of time to figure out what was going on- the car ride lasted far longer that it should have, even though he had the feeling that it wasn't as long as he would like to belong- and that he was actually going someplace not too far away.

The car came to a sudden stop, and he was thrown forward a little.

Then his mysterious captor lifted him out of the truck and dragged him inside- it was darker here than it had been at the house.

The captor threw the cat-boy, who was still tied up, onto the thick carpet of the floor, and then followed in, leaving him there.

Well… at least the carpet was soft…

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It was already early afternoon when Austria was awoken by a loud shrieking noise, and then loud footfalls up the stairwell.

The man sat up and rubbed his eyes, noticing that the bed was empty next to him.

The bedroom door slammed open, Hungary running over to him with a note in her hand.

"What could it possibly be, this early?" He snatched up the note- really, it was more like a torn of corner from a piece of blue construction paper- and read over it, his eyes widening.

"He took Vashy-kun!" Hungary practically yelled.

Austria read the note again:

I took Switzerland, so if you want him back, you have to come and get him, and you have to bring my action figure collection, otherwise you forfeit your cat-boy. And bring me some breakfast.

Love, The Almighty Prussia 3

Author's Notes! 3
Prussia wants his action figures back. XDDD
Leik, nao...
Disclaimy: APH and all it's characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya, but those action figures are Prussia's, okay!?