[A/N] I am alive, but you should all shoot me for the shortness of this chapter. I don't even answer any questions, godamme. Anyway, it's all for good reason. If you have any questions, then please review! If you have things to point out, please review! If you're reading this on your phone, then get back on your laptop and review! I HAVE COOKIES. You have been warned.

Oh and, very first disclaimer I have done in my life: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. BUT I DO OWN PETER AND I OWN YOU ... :] *cough

I stood in awe, watching as the man in front of me melted into the ground. How was that even possible? Once even the tops of his snowy hair had disappeared, the other man grabbed my hand.

Now I was melting too. But I wasn't melting. It just felt like I was in an elevator that was sliding into the ground. And I was still paralysed to the spot.

Suddenly, I felt the ground touch my feet and I was finally free to move around. I grabbed my gun and spun it around to face my saviours.

"This is it. What the hell is going on? I demand you people tell me!"

The shorter blonde laughed and stuck up his hands in mock surrender.

"You know, Peter. You're really a shitty FBI agent, you know, with the abandoning the mission just to save us. What if we were spies or something? What if we had killed you?"

I spun the gun to point at his face.

"This isn't funny, it's really weird. And… I know, we're not supposed to do that. That's the first thing they teach us. It's just… I kind of felt like… like I HAD to save you guys. Like it was my duty, or something. I don't know why."

"Chill dude, you're probably just patriotic."

"What does patriotism have to do with anything? You guys are confusing. And Chill? I can't chill right now. My house was burned down." I let out a small choked sob, "My wife is dead. My wife. Is dead! The woman I love! What the hell am I supposed to do? You!" I quickly turned my gun at the taller one.

"You! You haven't said anything yet. Well? Care to explain?"

He shivered a little before sighing. He started, "Ok. We-"

"We're also FBI agents," Alfred cut his companion off, "But we work VERY high up. That's probably why you've never heard of us. Ivan's our foreign officials officer."

This was tearing me apart. Could I trust them? What was I supposed to do now? Just go with the flow?

"Dude, be patient, I'll tell you what's going on. Since we're quite important, there's a certain person who's tracking us down. He basically… wants to blackmail us. I know it sounds weird… Why don't I show you our headquarters first?"

Alfred didn't wait for me to respond, he just grabbed Ivan's hand and mine and sped down the hallway. The door at the end seemed to just slide open as Alfred was approaching. We entered the room, but I couldn't see past the entrance wall. A voice poured in from the other side.

"Alfred! Where have you been? You promised to be back here at least two hours ago!"

"Oh mon petit cher, Arthur. Don't worry, and don't ask him about his 'personal life'. He is way past the age for that."

"Shut up, bloody frog!"

We slowly entered to see the two men from which the voices came. One was strangling the other. Or… not really strangling, but one man was staring angrily at the other, who seemed to be choking. He managed an almost inaudible sound, which sounded weirdly like "stop".

Alfred cleared his throat loudly, and Arthur looked around, surprised. As soon as he did so, the 'other one' stopped choking.

The four men then regarded each other for at least a few minutes. No one knew what to say. Suddenly, someone entered the lobby/living room. It was a weird room, all right?

But this fifth man entered the room so quietly and discreetly that I would never have noticed if it wasn't for the fact that he actually came up to Alfred and poked his nose. Then he let out a large sigh.

What was even weirder, was that… Alfred didn't notice! In fact, the four men were still staring at each other! Was I… was I looking at a ghost? I regarded Alfred again,

"Alfred, is this place haunted?"

"Not that I know of, no."

"Then why can't you see that man?"

The whole room gasped. Ok, so it was silent before, but now it was tense. Even the ghost gasped. He came up to me, and said,

"You can see me?"

I carefully looked at his face. There was something incredibly familiar about him, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Arthur spoke up, in an almost inaudible whisper.

"It wasn't right of you two to bring him back here…"

Suddenly, I realized. "Grandpa!" I exclaimed. "Um… Alfred, why is my granddad here?

The ghost man regarded me, "Peter?"

He started to suddenly fill with colour, as if he was colourless before. And then finally everyone was able to see him.

"Mattie! You finally got here!" Alfred tugged him into a big hug, but my Grandpa pulled away. Maybe my Grandpa... He looked like my Grandpa, but he looked like him back when I was at least 5. He couldn't still look exactly the way he looked all those years ago.

Alfred suddenly spun around, sort of tense.

"Peter, you're not American, are you?" He sounded disappointed.

"Well, I'm an American citizen, but I was born and raised in Canada. And I have dual citizenship."

"Da, that explains everything." Ivan's face melted back into his usual calm smile and settled onto the long couch. He then raised his hand and stretched it out. Suddenly, a glass of water appeared in it, and Ivan lifted his hand again to take a sip.

"Wha- How?" I managed to stutter out.

"Magic, my friend." Alfred pouted at that and quickly responded, "Shut up! You're just showing off."

"But- if- when-" Again I tried his luck, but my words failed me.

"What? I was thirsty. Alfrdka, you're just angry he's not American-"

"Am not!"

"SHUT THE BLODDY HELL UP." Arthur was steaming with fury. "This is NO time for a silly argument. What if Peter gets involved? What if he gets hurt because of us? Huh? Did either of you two think about that before bringing him here?"

"Arthur, dude, don't say that-"

At that moment, a hugely echoing sound crashed outside of the room. Everyone jumped at the noise, but quickly picked themselves up and headed outside. I was still attempting to regain my orientation when I heard loud crying.

"Wahhhhhh! They're gone, everyone's gone! I don't know what to do! I was all by myself, but I'm not anymore with you guys. You have to help me! Please!"

A small sobbing heap was holding Alfred's jacket and wailing desperately; almost childishly, as if a toddler had lost its mother. The heap then stood up slowly, and revealed itself to be a skinny brunette wearing a chef's clothing.

Arthur tried to comfort the man, but was not very successful. I didn't know if the conversation that followed was real, or simply a figment of my disorientated mind.

"Feleciano, what happened?

"I told you! I told you! They're gone! He took everyone! And now he's after meeeeeeeee!"

"Who took everyone? And who is everyone? Sober up, lad!"

Feliciano sniffled up his remaining tears, quivering every so often to catch his breath. He finally gathered enough strength to continue.

"The bad man. He kidnapped everyone. Fratello's gone, Japan's gone, all my friends are gone. Germany is gone too! What am I going to do without him, Arthur?"

"What? But ho-" Just then, Arthur was cut off when an echoing beep sounded through the hallways. Each person except for me grabbed one of their pockets, pulling out cell-phone like devices. Each was beeping loudly.

"Comrades, we have not had such a serious case since 1940."

They all stood silent for a second, before vanishing into thin air.

I hung my head and let out a deep sigh.

"Why hello there little one. What are you doing out here in the big forest?"

Alfred regarded the one who addressed him. He looked up and up and saw a short man looking down at him (although he didn't realize this man was short at the time). He was smiling playfully. Alfred liked smiles.

"I live here." He laughed. "Why else would I be here?"

He skipped around his little clearing in the forest. His home, his beautiful lovely home. Alfred laughed, he was so happy; he had finally found himself a friend!

"My name's Alfred by the way. What's yours?"

"It's Ivan, little one. I live just across that sea." Ivan pointed towards the farawat coastline that the forest was looking over.

"Ivan. I-van. Eeeeeeeeee-von. Avin. Vina. Vay-vi." Alfred pouted trying to say the unfamiliar name. He pouted some more before giving up, "I guess I'll just call you Vanny, is that ok?"

"Sure, that's ok." Ivan sat down and smiled even wider than before. Alfred was ecstatic that he had made his new friend smile. His eyes lingered for a second, taking in the sight of pure joy.

"I want to show you something!" Alfred suddenly bounced up and grabbed Ivan's wrist and bounded off in no particular direction.

Ivan looked ahead, and then he was blinded by bright yellow. The sun was shining happily over a massive field; full of pure and innocent yellow. The flowers were all open and showing their beautiful petals.

"Wow, Vanny. I really wanted to show you this field, because aren't sunflowers so pretty? I love sunflowers!"

And in that second, Ivan decided that he also loved sunflowers.