As the twin Italians' eyes adjusted to their surroundings with dismay, many many kilometers away their respective lovers were calling their entire contact lists, asking anyone and everyone where Feliciano and Lovino were.

But no one knew. So Germany did the most rational thing he could imagine.

He called a world meeting.

As he wrote the mass email, Spain tried calling Veneziano's cell phone, but only got voice mail, where he left fifteen different messages, each one becoming more desperate than the last.

"Italia, its me, Spain. Do you know where Lovi is? Call me."

"Hey, Italy, its me again...could you tell Roma to call me, if you know where he is?"

"...*sob* Lovinoooooo, donde es tu? Feli...if he's mad at me...just tell me! *sob* por favore!"

Germany sighed as the replies started coming in, all of them rather nasty about such an impromptu meeting.

"Well at least they're all coming," the German muttered under his breath, looking for any good news during this awful event.

He'd set it for the day after the next, so that the Vargas brothers that time to make an appearance, but Ludwig had a gut feeling that they wouldn't.

-0-

After what seemed like ages, but only turned out to be two hours (the first two had already passed by the time the Italians woke up), the plane landed. It wasn't all the big, just a small charter plane, Lovino noticed with some dismay.

At least with a jet, there are passengers to notice a kdnapping. Clever basterds.

Feli had been oddly quiet, him assuming that their captor would toss them overboard if he so much as breathed too loudly. He had been captured far too much for his own good.

As the plane's wheels touched Earth, bumping the brothers about in a manner that almost toppled them over, Romano started yelling.

"HEY! BASTERDS! LET US GO!"

"Shh! Fratello, they'll get angryyyyy..." Veneziano whined, making the elder want to facepalm.

"Thats the POINT! Idiota!"

Before Veneziano could rebut however, footsteps sounded throughout the compartment, and then they saw who was responsible for this whole mess.

"Veee~ Alvin?"

"Al-vi, Feliciano. No '-n'!" Skogurland corrected, as she opened the plane doors and stood up her prisoners. She cut their leg bindings and lead the pair off the plane and onto a nearby boat.

The men took in their surroundings with a bit of awe, which only showed on Feliciano's face, of course. Skogurland (place) was actually...kinda pretty. The main island was heavily forested, while the three little islands that sat next to it held barely any features at all. The first, with the 'airport', was simply hard earth with a little bit of grass here and there.

The second was all sandy, a little beach of its own. And the third was jagged rock, which the waves crashed upon angrily and endlessly.

Romano wasted no time in confronting the young nation with them, making the boat operator wince at the swears.

"BASTARDO! Why did you kidnap mi fratello and I?! Idiota- you have no idea of our power, you stupid-"

"I know, Romakka." The girl interrupted, to the mild shock of the Potty Mouth, who was now fuming over the misspronounciation of his name. "You two are, how say...weak! Doggie has more strong than both you together! Is why I make you stronger."

"Vee~ by taking us hostage?" North Italy asked timidly.

Sko shook her head. "Nak. No- training is here, you needed be here, so I take you here." With that, she untied the last of the men's bondages, but pulled Romano back down as he attempted to jump ship. "Is teethy fishen here, Romakka-" "ROMA-NO!"

North Italy looked over the side and gasped, grabbing his brother tightly just in case he tried to abandon him again. There were indeed 'teethy fishen' down there- hammerhead sharks, to be precise.

"They gone by leafs redening, but it warm now, so they here." Alvi explained as Romano struggled against Veneziano's death grip. She was used to the creatures, having first learned of them some years earlier, when she had tried to swim out the her little islands, only to have to turn back quickly.

Eventually, the group reached the main island and departed the boat, Skogurland striding into the forest. The Italies held back, trying to figure out what to do.

"We could steal the boat and go back to the plane, but I-a doubt we could fly back on our own," Roma thought aloud.

Feli was about to mention his phone, when their 'host' poked her head from behind a tree, annoyed.

"Fast! It get dark- ve vill miss supper," She scolded.

With that, the phone was forgotten as Veneziano 'Vee'd' and ran into the foliage, his brother following desolately.