The trio walked for half an hour, the Italians often tripping on roots and stones, but the girl found no problem, seeing as she had had about 120 years to learn the layout of her homeland.

Eventually, they reached the 'village'- a collection of Viking-based hill homes and a few log structures. As they arrived, a few people nodded greeting to Alvi, while the Italians were promptly surrounded by children, all curious as to why the strangers' hair was such a strange colour; brown. All of them being blonde, and the only other village on the island being populated by red-heads, the children clustered, all reaching up at the dark curls, none of them actually daring to touch.

A sharp word came from Sko, and the youngsters scattered. Veneziano 'vee'ed with a little sadness, him missing the attention, while Lovi was glad that none of the 'Little Basterds' had actually touched them, or their curls.

Alvi pushed the two men into a small hill-house (hers) and called over a fellow warrior, a big blonde brute of six feet, who wore leather leggings and a long tunic. His blue eyes drifted to the guests as his 'Captain' gave him an order.

The door closed, Romano stepping quickly to his left as the darkness filled the dwelling, and he growled a bit in annoyance as he heard Feliciano grope the air for his brother- hoping for a hug.

"Damn...the Basterd took my phone...though I doubt I'd get service out here... shit..." he grumbled.

"Vee~ I have-a my phone, fratello!"

This time it was Romano who was groping the air, to find and throttle his sibling.

But before he could take more than two steps, the door opened, and Alvi stepped in, her arms full of bundles of cloth and fur. She sorted through a bit of it before placing the stack- in two sets- in the ground for later. She had changed already, from 'modern' clothes to something more Skogurian.

Her fore-arms were shielded by old brown bear leather, as were her calves. She was barefoot, as was the norm in her homeland during the summer, her toes already caked in dirt. Her tunic went from her shoulders to her knees, and she bore an old, tanished and chipped sword at her waist.

"These are your training wearings, you put on after food. Come." She turned on her bare heel and strode out.

Lovi plopped himself down instead, annoyed at the constant commands. Follow, stay here, come, sit, ENOUGH, little basterd! he thought.

Feliciano was torn. He wanted to stay with Roma, but was scared of being hit by the smaller but stronger nation. Vee~ he's so scary for a kid! In the end, he chose his fratello, and sat down, sniffing a bit and wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

Alvi noticed her 'guests' had not followed and started to growl. She yelled for them, too frustrated to actually go get them. "FELI! ROMAKKA! NO FOOD IF YOU NO COME!"

She saw a blur sprint past her and trip into another hillhouse, then come over to her, still at top speed. "Pastaaaaa!" Veneziano saluted.

Romano followed very slowly, dragging his feet. "You better not poison the food, Wild Basterd."

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Canada heard the 'bling' on his phone and pulled it out, setting his book aside, face-down and open.

"New email?" he wondered aloud. Kumajiro wandered into the room at a leisurely pace, glad that the wild child nation had gone home.

After seeing the message was from Germany, Matthew opened it, knowing what could be inside. "'Emergency meeting tomorrow- NO ABSENCES!' Hmm. What could be wrong?" The last time there had been an emergency meeting was ages ago, and it had just been the BTT pulling a prank.

"Hmm...I better call Alvi. He doesn't have an email, so he wouldn't have got the message," the Canadian mumbled to himself.

He heaved himself out of the chair and gave Kumajiro a small pat before going to the kitchen for a cup of tea, dialing the number for Skogurland's only phone as he walked.

The phone was answered on the third ring by Tor, the native in charge of the 'foreign ringing tool'. He was only eight, but the job fell to him since he was the most fluent in English, and his home was within hearing distance of the rings.

"Góðan dag? Is Skogurlandia phone!"

"Hi Tor, its Matthew. Is Alvi there? He should be there by now...?"

"Alvi is close, he settles guests-" the line turned to static for a minute as the phone was snatched from the human's hands.

"Matteh, why you phoning?"

"Hey, Alvi. There's an emergency meeting tomorrow, but I guess you might not be able to come, since you just got home..." Canada realized as he pulled the steaming kettle off the stove, and turned to the pantry for the tea bags.

"Meeting? Why meeting? Was one yesterday. Something bad?" Sko demanded throught the static.

Matthew sipped the Earl Grey before answering. "I'm not sure. But an emergency one means that there's a problem; like a natural disaster, or one of the Nations has gone missing."

"...I stuffing do. Tell me after. Bye-de-bye Matteh."

"Right, bye Sko."

Matt went back to his study with a second cup of tea, and wondered what the meeting could possibly be about to make Germany's email seem so urgent. He forgot, for the time being, that Tor had mentioned that Alvi had guests over.

(YEAH!

I mean, *ahem*, sorry for the wait! I've been so busy with school and other projects that I only finished this part now.

T-T {I'm so sorry.}

I'll try to post the next bit quickly, so be on the look-out! ^_^' Sayonara!)

*UPDATE* I tried to put up the next bit, but the internet decided that I should suffer and deleted it! FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Welp, I'll try again tomorrow.