Meow
"Kitty-cat!" The voice of boomed. Vash was startled awake, and tried to sit up on the fuzzy carpet, only to remember that he was tied up.
"Time to wake up, Kitty-cat," The man from yesterday stepped out of a room in a black button-down shirt and jeans. Vash never imagined that this man would have been the one to kidnap him. What was his name- Gilbert?
The albino man crouched down to pat the boy on his sandy-blond head, ruffling his hair. Vash gave him a disgruntled look, but the albino man just grinned back at him.
"Let me go," Vash demanded, but the albino man pushed him back onto the carpet.
"I can't do that. I have to wait for the ransom to come," Gilbert grinned wider and stood up to walk to the kitchen.
The thing he did was make sure he hid all of the frying pans.
Second… he went back to make sure that he had definitely got rid of all the frying pans.
Third… he checked the cupboard again, making COMPLETELY SURE that there were NO FRYING PANS anywhere in his house.
And then the man leaned against the kitchen doorframe, waiting.
And it wasn't a long wait.
There was a loud knock on the door shortly after the albino had removed the frying pans from the premises.
"It's not locked," He stated to the people outside the door- he purred it, actually, in an annoying seductive way.
Hungary charged through the door, almost knocking it off its hinges, and she was followed shortly by an angry-looking Austria with a shoebox in his hands labeled "Prussia's Junk".
The Prussian man smiled as Hungary charged him- after all, he had hidden the frying pans. The man's red eyes widened when he saw Hungary pull a frying pan out of thin air- he had forgotten all about the trans-dimensional frying pan!
CLUNK
And with that, Prussia was lying on the floor with a huge bump on his head and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"L-leave the action figures… on the counter…" he mumbled, pointing to the kitchen counter.
Hungary began untying the cat-boy as Austria went to place the shoebox full of action figures in it's rightful place.
"I didn't even remember that I had these. We had to dig through the closet to find the box," Roderich informed the Prussian, who was sitting up and rubbing his head.
"Oh, you both were looking for them in the closet? Anything interesting happen in there?" Gilbert raised his eyebrows and grinned, but the grin was wiped off his pale face when Elizaveta whacked him with the frying pan again.
"You stole my Vashy-kun!" She scolded him, hitting him with the pan repeatedly.
"You stole my action figures…!" He murmured.
"It doesn't matter who stole what," Austria informed them both as he started heading for the door of the cabin.
"Vashy-kun, are you all right?" Big Sis turned to him with a concerned look as he himself off.
"I'm fine," He sighed- and he was okay, aside from the reddish marks on his arms from the rope-burn. "No problem, see?" Vash held his arms out really wide, to which Hungary took the initiative to pick him up, hug him and pull him out the door of Prussia's cabin- Prussia was still laying on the ground, bleeding and about to fall unconscious.
So they quickly returned home in time for brunch and cake.
Author's Notes, woot woot!
All he really wanted was his action figures. The Great West is a collectible, you know. XDDD
And yes, they are going home for brunch. -_(\
Ye Olde Disclaimer: Himaruya Hidekazu owns Hetalia and all of its characters... but he just sold the Great West action figure on E-Bay. It's poseable, and the expressions are interchangable! =D