Haha, hey guys. Sorry this took so long! I'm a lazy bum as usual! But I made it extra long just for you guys. This chapter is kinda serious, it's getting to the actual plot and all. I spent a long time on it. I actually started planning it a month ago and only started typing this week. But I hope you guys enjoy!

I moved the FAQ to the first chapter

The next morning, like liech said, Switzerland woke the gang up at the crack of dawn. He didn't understand how Denmark needed his beauty sleep to look that handsome! Liech cooked them all some yummy breakfast- that England tried to help with, but Liech repeatedly shot his offers for assistance down. Smart girl. They ate up and soon were ready to set off. Liech stood on the doorstep of the gingerbread house and watched the guys ready their steeds- and Gilbert- for the trip to the mountain of death. "It was such a pleasure having you all!" She said in that sickeningly sweet voice of hers. "I had a fun time!" The group approached the doorstep and France bowed to the young girl.

"Oh no, it was our pleasure ma dame~" He took up her hand and softly kissed it. Liech giggled while both Switzerland and England dragged France away, but not before he pulled a rose out of nowhere and handed it to her. Denmark laughed at France's fail and addressed Liech.

"Yeah, thanks little lady! You were super awesome! I mean, you food was just like, sooo good!" He looked around and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. "And that loaf of bread you were looking for earlier this morning; I took it. It's just that good. I hope you don't mind!" Liech laughed and took a small step back. Denmark's awesomeness must have been too much for her to handle so up close. "Oh, you devil you! I should've guessed it was you who took it! But I don't mind, in fact, I'm flattered!" He nodded very gentlemanly to her and she curtsied. Her eyes wandered beyond Denmark and onto Iceland, who started to look flustered. She smiled. "It was nice meeting you too...Iceland."

Iceland slowly stepped forward and nodded. "Y-yes, it was a pleasure." He fumbled with his sleeve. "Th-thanks for your hospitality... I- I mean, WE'RE very grateful." Hay you guys! Iceland finally said more than four words! The class let out a small 'yay'.

Liech giggled. "Oh please, you're such a flatterer! I only did what any good host would do! Really, you should be thanking my brother..." Iceland shook his head. "N-no, really! You were really great! And nice... and kind...and you're so pretty..." He looked down at his shoes. "I-I mean! I'm not coming on to you or anything! I mean, I'm just stating fact c-'cuz it's true! And and-"

She grabbed his hands which caused his to look up at her, with his face all red and shit. "Really. You are sweet." She looked over at her brother to make sure he wasn't looking, then she pressed and small kiss apon his cheek. "AWWWWWW!" What the- Elizabeta! Shut up! Elizabeta's hands shot up to her cheeks and she shook her head back and forth. "I'm sorry! That was just so cute! You're so right! They would look so cute together!"

Mathais smirked. "I know right?"

"I OBJECT!" Vash slammed his fists on his desk. "Lili would never do that!" Mathias Clicked his tongue.

"Vash, Vash, Vash. Don't you know? You sister is totally crushing on Erik's little bro! She told me herself! And I have a pretty strong feeling that its the same on the other side too~" Vash looked taken back.

"B-but he's older than her-"

"Yeah, and isn't he older than you?" A bunch of 'Ooooo"'s were sounded and Vash sunk down in his seat and crossed his arms while he shot a glare at Mathias and then at Erik. "Keep your brother in check." He said in what was meant to be a threatening tone, but it only made Erik roll his eyes and smirk to himself because of how red his face was.

Um yeah, can we get back to this? Thanks. Iceland's brain took a moment to process what just happened and when it did, being the stupid person he was, lost his balance and fell backward on his ass. Liech laughed and looked down at him. "Haha, I hope you come to visit again some day." Her words made Iceland get right back up on his feet. He grabbed Liech's hand and looked right at her.

"I will! I-I mean, I'll come back. Very soon!"

"What are you doing?" The two of them turned to see Switzerland with a not so pleased look on his face. Iceland immediately let go of her and took five steps back. He laughed nervously as Switzerland glared daggers at him. What a protective brother he was! "Well, Liech, we'll be going now. I'll be back soon after I escort them." The girl nodded and hugged her brother.

The gang got on their horses and Imu thing and started off. Liech pulled out a random handkerchief and waved it above her head. "Goodbye! Good luck on your journey! Be safe now!" She watched them until they were out of sight and then retreated back into the house.

"Here we are." The group exited the forest and squinted as the light from the sky hit their eyes. After a good hour or two of traveling through the large stupid dark forest, they finally reached the end and came into a huge field. And there; smack dab in the middle of their line of vision was the mountain of death! England Turned to Switzerland.

"Thank you very much for helping us. We are in your debt." Switzerland Nodded his head and turned his horse around.

"Now don't get me wrong, I didn't help you because I'm on your side, no. I only wanted you to leave my forest. And…" He looked at Denmark. "M-Make sure you deliver that letter… not like I care or anything! I mean, it's just that when one says that they'll do something, they should keep their word and-" Denmark's laughing cut him off.

Denmark patted his pocket. "Don't worry your pretty little head Swissy-poo! We'll get you letter safely to him!" Switzerland might have whispered a small 'thank you' under his breath, but at the moment no one cared and he quickly cracked the reigns of his horse and went back into the forest of doom. After a long awkward silence, Denmark spoke up. "Well then! Let's not all stand around like stupidheads, come on! Let's get to that Germany guy already and rescue Norway!" Denmark started valiantly away on Gilbert and the rest of them people had to catch up to him because they were slow buggers.

Yeah, the field was all flat and stuff, so it was easy to get across, but damn, did Denmark look cool riding across it! The wind was all blowing and so his hair was all like 'WHOOSH!' Anyway. They reached the foot of the mountain and looked up. "Well..." England started with a laugh. "This isn't THAT high of a climb. Our horses can make it since there seems to be a trail." He pointed over to the side were there was a little itty bitty road leading strait up and around. Denmark of course knew that it would be a sinch to climb up that mountain... well, to HIM at least.

They started up the mountain aaaaaaaand... Mathias Flipped through some pages. Hmm... Well, lets just say they meet some yetis, a huge rock slide, which almost kills Iceland, unfortunately it doesn't... yadda yadda. Oh and, they discover the meaning of life. But all that's like, 7 pages long, so I'm not gonna read it. Sorries! Why the fuck did I even write that? So yeah.

"Finally! We reached Germany's house!" Denmark exclaimed as he brushed off his pants. "That whole journey up the mountain would've made a real good story!" They hopped off their transportation animals (A/N: XD LOLWUT?)and walked up to Germany's door. Denmark stood on the floral welcome mat and reached over to ring the doorbell-

"YOU GIT! WATCH OUT!" England didn't have to warn Denmark about the two huge logs that were coming at full force towards him on either side. With all his ninja skill, he jumped back just in time as the logs slammed together with such force that they disintegrated!

"Just a moment." Mathias glared over his papers.

"What. is it... Eduard?" He was clearly pissed off. He was only like that because of Elizabeta. She had made him very uptight about being interrupted. 'Her and her woman-ness' he would think. Eduard adjusted his glasses. "I'd just like to point out that logs disintegrating like that is impossi-"

"YOUR FACE IS IMPOSSIBLE! NOW LET. ME. READ." Oh my god! Sheesh.. Sorry Ed, I love ya, but seriously, shut up."What the hell?" Denmark stepped back. France put a hand on his shoulder. "Mon ami, maybe you should be a bit more careful. Let Iceland go in first, no?" Iceland didn't even pay attention to that comment because he was too busy daydreaming about Liech! Denmark brushed off France's hand and walked back up to the door.

"No need France! I'm a hero! I can do this!" Alfred twitched. "And besides, if that's all that that Germany guy's got, I'm sure we'll be fine!" This time, Denmark went to knock on the door, but before his hand could hit the wood, it flung open and a loud battle cry was heard as A man with slicked back blond hair jumped out, sword in hand.

Denmark, yet again, with his ninja reflexes, pulled out his sword and blocked the attack. The rest of them hobos pulled out their weapons, ready to fight for their awesome leader. Just as they were about to attack the man pulled back and smiled slightly, holding up his hand in a sort of defensive way. "He, not bad. You defended yourself well." Denmark listened to his words and told the rest of the gang to calm down. The man stood up strait. "I am Germany."

Denmark sheathed his sword all cooly. "That's what I thought. Hello, I am Sir Denmark of Scandinavialot. And these are my lackeys." England started punching France to express his anger. Arthur started punching Francis to express his anger.

The two guys bowed to each other. "It's a pleasure Sir Denmark. Now what brings you to my home?"

"China sent us," France said, stepping forward and holding his swollen arm. "He said this was the only way we would be able to defeat the evil lord Russia-"

"AND RESCUE MY BELOVED PRINCE NORWAY!" Mathias blew a kiss at Erik who made a hand motion of grabbing the invisible kiss and breaking it in two.

Germany must have heard the fiery love and passion in Denmark's voice, because then he smiled and walked into the house after muttering a small 'follow me'. Germany lead them into his cute cute cute living room. Aw, Ludwig! I just remembered how cute your living room is! Tell your mom that I said she has good taste in décor! "Um… okay." They all sat down on his nice soft couch. While Germany sat in an arm chair across from them. "If you were wondering why China sent you here, it's because I'm the royal weapon artisan."

Iceland finally came out of his trance and looked up. "Oh! I knew you sounded familiar! I once heard my parents talking about you once!"

Germany waved his hand. "Yeah yeah. Okay. Well, China sent you here, if I'm correct, to get new weapons. He once told me- a long time ago actually- that I would have to make weapons for four visitors and that the weapons had to be very special." They all straitened up where they sat. Omigawsh! Special weapons! That just got them all excited, didn't it! Tee hee!

"Germanyyyy~"

The five heads turned to the other side of the room where- guess who guess who!- came bouncing in! "Italy..." Germany sighed and the brunet boy walked over to him and gave him a big hug. "Ve~ What was all the noise about? Oh! Visitors! Hello!" The boy ran over and shook the gang's hands one at a time. "Very nice to meet you all! I'm Germany's partner, Italy! Ciao!"

The gang glanced over at the man in the chair who was trying so hard not to hit the boy. Pff. Denmark covered his mouth as a stray laugh tried to escape. "Partner? As in Life Partner?" They all hand their hands to their mouths. How utterly cute! Germany made a pained kind of sound when Italy strung his arms around Germany's shoulders. Ludwig! Don't be that way! What are you so embarrassed about? Haha, yeah Feli, cheer him up will you?

"Oh, that too! But I'm also his partner in helping him make weapons!" Suddenly The boy perked up even more. "hey hey! Germany! You should show them those nice weapons you made! You know, the four really nice ones!" Germany instantly stood up and started towards a door on the other side of the room.

"Y-yes. Well then. You four, follow me." They all got up and did so, Italy leaving back to the kitchen. Germany lead them through the door and down a set of stairs. The stairway was pitch black and Iceland even fell down a few, but that was probably because he went back to day dreaming. After decending the winding staircase, they came to a door. On either side was a lit torch. The door was like, MASSIVE and had this little tiny keyhole. Germany dug in his pants pockets and pulled out a ring of keys. He stuck the right one in the hole and turned it. The door made a huge CREEEEEEK sound and it opened slowly. All along the walls there were weapons apon weapons and even more weapons. There were chests- probably full of weapons- and so on and so forth.

Germany lead the gang over to a huge chest on the other side of the room. It was all big and golden and stuff. Germany dusted it off with his hand. He turned to look at them. "Inside here are the weapons I have made for you. They are all specially made by instruction of China. That means that you will not just go an pick any random one you want. It means that I will assign them to you." What a party pooper. He pulled out another key and unlocked the chest. Even though he looked strong, he had a totally hard time opening that huge chest. Denmark could probably do it with his pinky. The chest was opened and he pulled out a crossbow. "This one I made for the prince. By habit I engraved the royal crest into the side. Which one of you is the prince? You?" He looked over at Iceland. Iceland nodded, and stepping forward he took the crossbow from Germany. (It was heavy, so Denmark was surprised Iceland could even hold it with his skinny arms.) "This crossbow is not for close-range combat, as I'm sure you're aware. You must use precision and stealth when using this. It's ideal for a-" unimportant. "Quiet person like you. I have put a magic seal- like the other weapons- on it that will allow you to focus your energy and spot targets from all directions, even if you cant see them with you naked eye, and strike them down."

Iceland was about to say something along the lines of 'Gee wiz Mister! Thanks!' But Germany moved on to the next weapon in the box. He pulled out a sword and shield. "China instructed me to give this one to the quote-on-quote 'perverted idiot'." France stepped forward. "That would be moi." He said with a smirk and accepting the weapon and shield. Germany sighed. "I figured. Now this sword was crafted from a special kind of metal only found on this mountain. When used properly, this sword can cut through basically anything and anyone. The shield as magic bestowed apon it to reflect magical attacks. Of course it being a shield it also can protect you from regular attacks, but that's all in your responsibility. When the sword and shield are combined, they prove to be very useful on the battlefield."

"Merci Beaucoup."

Germany pulled out some weird stick looking thingie and yeah... "This one I had quite a bit of trouble with. Italy did most of the magical work on it. This one is for the 'eyebrow idiot.' China said." Denmark snickered and England grumbled under his breath as he extended his hand, motioning fro Germany to give him the weapon. "Like most magical staffs, this one can help you cast spells that are more advanced than your skill level. Though this one is special. It connects with your soul and magnifies the power of the spell immensely." He place the staff in England's hand. "It will only work for you once you connect with it. Build up your magic skills and you will soon be a formidable foe to all."

England thanked Germany and examined his sticky thing. Denmark looked over inside the trunk and gasped. "Yo! How come there isn't one for me? That's ghetto!"

Germany sighed and walked over to another door on the side of the room. "Oh yes. Well since you're the last one left. The weapon in this room must be the one for you. Please come along." The others were too busy being stupid with their new toys to pay attention to Germany, so Denmark scurried- Scurried, isn't that such a cute word? I love it! Over to Germany and the two of them entered a small chamber with another trunk. Germany unlocked this one too and started to open it. "I put especially hard work into this one." He pulled out the most kick ass axe Denmark had ever laid eyes on. "This one. Other than being an extremely powerful axe that could kill a man in one blow, this is also an axe that can destroy a persons soul. In other words, this axe not only destroys body, but also mind."

Denmark took the axe from Germany and held it up epically. "Wow. It's amazing!" He thought he'd give the man a compliment since those other bozos in the other room were to rude to do so.

Germany shrugged his shoulders. "Well, China did say to make something special for the 'chosen warrior.'" Denmark looked at him. Omigawsh, he was seriously a chosen warrior? How freaking awesome was that? Denmark wasn't speechless, but he decided to not say anything to let Germany continue talking because he was a polite guy. "I don't know what that's all about though. Ah, there's also a few other things that that thing can do. such as it can break earth beneath feet with the right handling and there's more, but you'll figure those out in time." Germany looked At Denmark. "Wield it well."

"Okay! You got it! Don't worry, I'll take down Russia and save this land!" Yeah, sometimes Denmark was too epic for words. Germany smiled and started towards the door again.

"I believe that you will. Now come."

Germany lead the group back up the stairs and to the living room again. There he explained for a few brief minutes about Russia's powers and how they would have to deal with him. After a few minutes, Italy walked in again. "Ve~ Hey hey, lunch is ready, Germany! Would your guests like to stay and have some?"

"That would be lovely, than-" England began, but Germany put his hand on his shoulder and turned him around.

"No, that won't be necessary. They must be going. They have to get to Russia's palace as soon as possible. The fate of Scandinavialot depends on it." He started pushing them all out of the house quickly so that they were outside before they had a chance to say anything. else. Geeze, how rude could you get? I vaguely remember a time when you, Ludwig did this to a few of us when your sweet sweet mom offered us lunch. You meanie. Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay whatever."

Germany and Italy stood on the porch as the other got their horses ready and stuff. Italy had given them some of the lunch anyway. He was such a nice person~ "ve~" Haha, anyway. They were all ready to set off. Denmark walked over to Germany. "Hey, thanks for the awesome weapons and stuff."

"It was my pleasure."

"Yeah well, I was wondering." Denmark fished the letter from Switzerland out of his pocket. "Do you know where this guy Austria lives?"

AT RUSSIA'S PLACE!

Norway, like usual was sulking in his room in that tall tall tall tall tall tall tower. He was leaning on the windowsill as he heard a knock on his door. He didn't say anything, hoping they would go away, because well, it was Russia, and no one wants to be near him. Ew. So! The door creeked open and instead of the stupid, "Aha" he expected to hear, Norway heard, "Hey." He turned around and saw America walking in and quietly closing the door behind him.

Norway rolled his eyes. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

America gripped his sleeves and looked a little distraught. I used an awesome word! How smart am I? Smarter than you guys! "Well, it's just..." He suddenly walked over to Norway and knelt next to him. Nor was about to like, sucker punch him put he grabbed his hands. "I'm on your side." Was what America said.

Noway blinked. He raised an eyebrow that said. 'uhh, the fuck?' "Yeah, sure."

America shook his head. "No! Really, I mean, I don't approve of this whole thing! I don't like keeping you locked up here, plus you can't marry Russia! That would be horrible!" America looked down. "It would be so bad... I-I mean for the kingdom! And for you of course! Yes! I know that you'd much rather get married to someone else." Norway looked at him. He put on just the cutest little evil smirk EVER.

"Well, are you sure that those are the ONLY reasons that you don't approve of this? Maybe it has somthing to do with lo-"

"N-NO! I-I mean. Yeah. Those are the only reasons that I don't approve. I mean, it's just un-hero like..." He sulked for a moment and then looked back up at Nor. "But really! I am on your side. You believe me, right?"

Then Norway, for like, one of the first times in his life, smiled. And, man! Is it a cute smile! "Yeah, I believe you. A bit." America thanked him. "Now, is that what you came to tell me?"

America stood up. "Oh yeah. I was actually told to come an bring you downstairs. Russia.. wants to see you." He scowled when he said th- Oh Alfred! You're scowling just like how America is! Everyone look at him! Haha!

Norway stood up also. "Oh great. This should be fun." He started walking with America to the door and stopped at the doorway."Can you tell me somthing?"

"What?"

Noway fidgeted with his hair. A cute little habit he has. "You wouldn't happen to know if Russia as other motives for wanting to marry me, other than wanthing to take over the kingdom?" America looked at him blankly for a moment, in thought.

He crossed him arms. "Hm, not that I know of, sorry. Now come on, Russia will get pissy if we take too long." America lead Norway down the stairs and down a few hallways until they reached a room that was all glass. Russia was sitting on a couch on the far end of the room. When the two walked in he turned around and smiled.

"Ah, Norway. Please come and sit."

Norway hesitated and he and America exchanged glances. America urged him on and Norway unwillingly walked over to the couch and sat as far away from Russia as possible. "You may leave Amerika." He waved his hand and America walked away after giving Norway a worried look. They sat in silence for a moment, Norway avoiding looking at him. Russia had to be gay and start the conversation first. "Isn't the view lovely?" He said motioning to the wasteland of snow. "I myself never liked snow. In fact, I hate it. Yet it's still beautiful to look at. Anyone would think that. I would much rather prefer a field of sunflowers though."

Norway frowned. All that small talk was making him pissed off. He turned to Russia. "Quit it with the small talk will you? Now what the hell do you want with me anyway? And I'm talking about in general! I Know that you have something else you want to do."

Russia stared at Norway. He let out his disgustingly evil giggle. "Why I only wish to marry you and take over the kingdom. It's that simple. Taking it by brute force wouldn't be much fun, now would it?" He laughed a bit and Norway didn't say anything. He glared and waited for Russia to continue. "And." Russia let a very evil smrik spread across his face and he got a very dark purple aura around him. "I also want to Kill King Sweden and everything dear to him."

Ooh! Suspense! What do you guys think? Haha, Germany is so gay. I love him. And I told you guys that Iceland would get his day! Aren't he and liech cute? Review if you like crossbows!