| IMPORTANT NOTES |
○ This is set between the tenth and eleventh books(Into the Gauntlet and Vespers Rising, respectively), not including the certain flashbacks○
○ I do not own either of the series. The 39 Clues belongs to Rick Riordan and Axis Powers Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu ○
They flew to London in a private jet Mathias claims to be owned by their football team, the Scandinavian Vikings.
"What?" he asked Arvid, who was glaring at him after he lied to the three Madrigals. "Well technically, we are the Scandinavian Vikings, right?"
"You're an ass," Norway spat at him before boarding the plane.
Dan stored the pet carrier in one of the compartments above their seats. He and Amy requested the Nordics to let them take Saladin with them.
"We couldn't just leave him back at the apartment, now could we?" Dan recalls Amy telling him.
Halfway through the flight, Amy and Nellie had fallen asleep. Dan was still awake, though. He was sitting next to Mathias, playing games on the Dane's 3DS.
Just then, Dan spotted a yellow blur right outside their window. He pointed at it, and Denmark gasped when he saw it.
He scrambled out of his seat and ran up the aisle to the pilot's cabin, where Sweden and Norway were controlling the jet. "Sve! Norge! Open the hatch!"
"What? Are you crazy?"
"It's Gilbird! The little dude saw Gil's yellow chick flying outside his window!"
"Hn...? Th't so?" Berwald cocked a brow at the Dane, then flipped a switched on the control panel. He grabbed a mic and spoke into it.
In the passengers' cabin, Berwald's deep, dark voice was echoing throughout the cabin. The Fasten Seatbelt sign above their seat was blinking.
[ 'veryone, pl's fast'n y'r s'tbelts 'nd d'n't 'nfast'n th'm "ntil further n'tice. ]
Nellie abruptly woke up and shouted. "EH?"
"What's going on here?" Amy asked in a panic. She glanced at the seats across her, where Dan was just buckling his seatbelt and wearing the same fearful expression as she did.
Then, Mathias came out of the pilot's cabin and rushed to the main door.
[ Hatch unlocked.] Arvid's voice said through the speakers. [...Do your best, dumme. ]
Denmark groaned as he forced it the door open, letting in insanely fast winds fill the cabin. He hung on to the sides of the doorway to avoid being thrown out of the plane.
"Tanska, be careful!" "Get it done quickly, Danmörk!" he heard Tino and Nièl shout amidst the loud, howling winds.
He gave them a wide grin and thumbs up. Denmark put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.
"GILBIIIIIIIIRD!" he called out.
A swift yellow blur flew at Denmark, hitting him squarely in the stomach, knocking him across the cabin and crashing into a wall.
Back in the pilot's cabin, Sweden pressed a button that closed the opened door. He flipped a switch and spoke into the mic again.
[ The h'tch h's b'n cl'sed. 'S n'w s'fe to 'nfast'n y'r s'tbelts. ]
"Mathias!" Berwald heard Tino scream in the other cabin.
Norway set the engine to auto-pilot, and he and Sweden rushed outside.
Everyone surrounded Denmark , who was sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall he crashed into. A small, yellow chick was affectionately nipping his ear.
"Quit it, Gilbird! That tickles!" he laughed.
Amy noticed the note tied to one of the chick's legs. She pointed it out, and Mathias took it from the bird.
"So?" Tino asked the Dane. "What does it say?"
Finished reading, Denmark took his eyes off the paper and stared down at the floor with horror.
"Mathias! What's in the letter?" the Norge insisted.
Denmark gulped. "Gil says that the meeting's been relocated."
"What'd you say?"
"How can they do that...?"
"Arthur chickened out, didn't he?"
"B-but we're already halfway across the Atlantic!"
Berwald stepped forward and snatched the paper away from Mathias. His serious face drastically changed to shock.
"Må Gud förbarma våra själar," he said softly. "May G'd have m'rcy 'n our s'ls."
"Wait — what are you two so remorseful about?" Arvid took the paper from Sweden and examined it. His eyes grew wide and his mouth agape.
"D-don't tell me that we're going to Ivan's house instead!" Tino stammered, tears in his eyes.
"'S worse," Berwald said darkly before going back into the pilot's cabin.
"Here, Tino." Arvid handed the paper over to Finland, and followed Sweden inside.
"Oh my..." the Finn said breathlessly. "...this is serious..."
Meanwhile, the three Madrigals were completely skeptical.
"What in the world is going on?" Amy asked them, her heart beating a tad bit faster than usual.
"Are they serious about relocating this meeting of yours?" Nellie asked Tino, who nodded in response.
Dan walked up to Nièl and whispered to him. "Dude, why is everyone panicking about the relocation?"
"Hm," the Icelander scratched his chin and looked down. "If I am correct, perhaps it is because we are going to Insula Academiae."
"...where now?" Dan was dumbfounded. He never really understood complex words of an ancient language (or at least a language he really can't understand).
"Academy Island," Nièl explained, "as what is it called by those who have heard it. It is located somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea."
"Oh, okay. But...I still don't get why everyone's so freaked out."
"The United Nations chose this as a secret meeting location because the island is surrounded by terrible storms and gigantic waves. Going within a twenty-five mile radius would sink even a ship thrice the size of the Titanic. And only the specially made transport created by the UN are capable of traveling there."
Dan gaped, then swallowed. Nièl expected him to be frozen in shock, but this was Dan Cahill. The Dan Cahill who survived the hunt for the 39 Clues.
"Wicked," was what came out of the boy's mouth. He was smiling, and his eyes were wide of what Nièl saw as excitement.
"What are you two talking about over here?" Nellie said as she and Amy came over.
Dan beamed at his sister. She stepped back, feeling awkward that he brother was grinning at her like the Cheshire Cat.
"And what are you so happy about?" she asked him.
"Amy, we're going to another dangerous-island-slash-secret-hideout in the middle of nowhere!"
"WHAT?" Nellie, who had overheard their conversation, yelled together with Amy.
"And you're actually happy about this?"
"Are you kidding me? I'm totally psyched!"
Amy facepalm-ed.
"The altitude," Nellied confirmed. "It's gone to you, kiddo."
"Dweeb," Amy cursed him. Her glare said all the words she needed to say. Have you forgotten everything we've been through during the Clue hunt?
Dan stared back at her with defiance. Of course not!
"Then why aren't you just as scared as those guys?" Amy panicked.
"What's there to be scared of?" Dan told her confidently. "Compared to everything else we've faced before?"
He's right, Amy thought. But...this is still dangerous! I thought that stuff like this won't happen again once the Clue hunt was finished.
Right at that moment, she was getting suspicious of the five men they've just met. Is it possible that they're secret agents who are after the Cahills? Are these men really going to kill her, Dan, and Nellie?
They helped us out back in New York, she told herself. There's no way they'd do anything to hurt us.
Then she remembered three simple words that wiped away all of her high hopes.
Trust no one.
It was practically the family motto.
They pull off a facade, being all nice and helpful. But then they get us to go with them to a storm-ridden island in who-knows-where, making an excuse like "We're going to the World Summit". What if these men had been lying to them all this time? That won't be a surprise. And why on earth are these guys going to the World Summit? Wait...isn't the World Summit — as Dan said earlier that day — that big meeting where lots of countries' leaders go to? Why would five plain men like Mathias, Berwald, Arvid, Tino, and Nièl be going to the Summit? Hold on — these guys aren't even plain at all. Mathias and Berwald look like they've taken steroids, and Arvid is just strange (having that green aura around him and all). Tino and Nièl seem like normal guys, though. Then there's that penguin-like bird always hanging around Nièl...WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
So many questions were swimming in Amy's thoughts, testing her trust in the people who could possible be a new threat to not only herself but to Dan and Nellie as well.
Amy felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, Amy." It was Dan. His voice was of worry. "Are you alright?"
"Huh...?" She hadn't realized that she has been staring out the window for the past few minutes.
"Oh great, it's gone to Amy, too!" Nellie said fearfully. She shook her fist in the air, cursing at something cannot be cursed. "Darn you, high altitude!"
Dan and Nièl were laughing at the au pair. The bird atop Nièl's head flew over to Nellie and nipped her ear affectionately.
"Puffin seems to like you, Miss Gomez," Nièl told her, smiling. "He fancies funny ladies."
Nellie flushed a bit, rubbing the back of head and grinning. "Ehehe...I kinda like this little guy, too!"
Amy watched the scene, having a lump in her throat. They get along so well...
She wasn't going to get her suspicious up. At least, not now.
Austria: I find it remarkable for her to be able to post two chapters in one day.
Prussia: That's awesome! But not as awesome as me! Kesesese!
Hungary: Finally! She closed up that annoying cliffhanger she ended our chapter with.
Switzerland: This chapter looks pretty short though...compared to our long part two chapters ago...
Liechtenstein: But it was so deep, bruder. I think that it's just fine.
Me: A-ah...I'm never going to let them go on the Internet ever again...Now get out of here! I'm gonna do the Author's Notes!
AN: Insula Academiaeis comprised of two Latin words: insula (island) and academiae (academy). I based this idea on Gakuen Hetalia, which is said (by Himaruya himself) to be located somewhere in the Mediterranean.
Credits to Google Translate and Hetalia fan comics for the Scandinavian words.