Neru slipped her pale yellow cellphone off of its holder on her tall boot and dialed her boss's number.

"We have the folder. Do you want us to send it over to you, or should we open it and go ahead?" she asked, toying with the edges of the papers that were sticking out.

"I'd rather you go ahead. I really want this to be done at the earliest. Make me happy," a somewhat high-pitched female voice breathed,"And please, whatever you need to do to get him without any disruptions."

"Got it." Neru tapped the end call button and shoved her phone back into its rightful place. "Let's go, Haku," she picked up the manila folder and tucked it between her arm and her side. She walked over, closer to the World Summit building, in a half-dark alley.

A concerned Haku stumbled, her black and purple ribbon hugging for dear life wrapped her silver ponytail as she nearly fell face-first on the ground. "I just drank. Is it time to look at the folder?"

As careful as she could, Haku took the edge of the folder and flipped it open. Her back was pressed up against a streetlight.

"Whoa," she muttered, picking up the first piece of paper. On it was a picture of a seemingly young Japanese man—short, choppy hair, dark chocolate colored eyes, a sleepy expression and a small, cute smile. You could see his upper body, a pristine white suit and a pastel blue tie adorning it.

Haku focused on the information scribbled in Japanese and English. Puzzled, Neru looked at the name.

"That's his real identity, huh? Kiku Honda? I didn't know the countries had human names." Neru grabbed the sheets of paper under the former one. "A copy of the treaties he's signed… meh."

Haku focused on the information once more.

Representative: Japan/ Nihon-koku

Name: Kiku Honda

Age: N/A

Birthdate: February 11

"Japan's history on this paper? Erm… well… really, Neru, do we have to actually do this to him? His people created us—" Haku was interrupted by a hand forced upon her dry lips.

"Yes, we do have to bring him to Boss. Why I'm doing this is because she said she'd torture us or something—maybe even kill us if we don't follow her orders." Neru lectured. She paced around the empty Indonesian street and instinctively glanced up.

"I'm sure that's Japan right there," Neru pointed to a man walking up to the massive World Summit building.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. The FF server encountered an error when I tried to post up fics so I gave up. This chapter's been in my notebook for a couple months so I finally got around to put it up. SPRING BREAK WOOT WOOT~!

*Chapter 3 may or may not be put up this week.