And the world meeting has begun. Everyone's here, and they're getting ready to discuss what they should do.

Iggy: Wait not everyone's here yet!

Me: Chill, I'll get to that soon, Iggy. So here's chapter 5.

I don't own the show.

Chapter 5

-8:00 A.M.-

Alfred was driving his car a bit haphazardly this morning.

Due to his worry, he'd forgotten about a few important things as well- like refilling the gas tank, for example.

Frustrated, he pulled over at the gas station and reluctantly accepted his delay.

When the tank was full, he was back on the road, but had to pull over again because he forgot to buy breakfast.

When he came out of the store, he spotted a familiar green object in the middle of an empty lot.

He ran over to it to get a better view. It appeared to be half-buried, so he dug it up.

"No way. Is this what I think it is?" When he completely uncovered it, his suspicions had been confirmed.

-10:30 A.M.-

"M-Mr. England?"

"Hmm? Oh, good aftenoon, Toris. Please, call me Arthur."

As everyone got up to go home from the world conference, Toris, who was having financial problems, went to ask England for a solution.

"If you want to get out of that problem, then...you should work for someone."

"That sounds like a good idea...but I don't want to work for Germany!"

"That's okay, you don't have to. Now-and I can't believe I'm saying this-you should go and work at America's place."

"Mr. America? But I barely even know him."

-A few minutes later-

"Alfred! Could you stop eating those donuts and listen for a second?"

"Mmmffmf...what now?"

"Okay. I'd like to introduce you to someone."

*Toris walks in* "G-good day,"

"Alfred, this is Lithuania, or Toris, whichever you prefer."

"Hey, nice to meet ya Toris! So how was the meeting?"

"It was fantastic, Mr. America..."

"Alfred, I have a favor to ask of you. Lithuania's looking for a job to help out his economy. Is it okay if he works for you for a while?"

"Sure he can! Pretty soon, we'll be BFF's! Oh, and you can call me Alfred."

Well, it was nice that he got a job, but BFF's? This was gonna be more than what Toris bargained for.

Crraaccckk!

Toris jerked awake from the noise. He felt some irritation at being brought out of his dream so rudely. But on the other hand, he'd slept quite well.

"I can't believe I actually remembered that." He thought, smiling brightly.

His thoughts were interrupted by some more pounding outside, which quickly changed to wood smashing.

"Oh, it's just him in combat practice again."

Then he heard a conversation going on outside, but that wasn't the matter right now.

Soon after the man took his anger out on Toris, he told him everything about his intentions-and how he felt towards Alfred. It was all pretty unnerving to someone like the Lithuanian, but he had nothing else to do but listen to him.

Now he wished he hadn't paid attention. In the middle of the night, he had a nightmare of Alfred's brutal murder, and stayed awake for an hour before falling asleep again.

The nightmare was the least of his worries.

It had only been one day, but his body was bruised and battered, and his blue dress shirt was torn in a few places. He wasn't sure what else the guy would do to him, but he knew the punishment would be slow and painful.

Yet, he wasn't worried about what the man would do to him. The question was, what would he do to Alfred?

All of a sudden, there was a loud pounding on the door. It flew open almost instantly, and Toris found himself face to face with his captor.

"Good morning, kid." He was smiling now. But that smile wasn't a kind one.

"Oh, dear."

-9:00 A.M., World Conference-

By that time, every country had arrived and knew what was going on.

Well, everyone except for America, who was late for once.

"Where is that bloody git?" England said, pacing around.

"Isn't America the one who called this meeting in the first place?" Asked Germany.

"Unfortunately, yes, he was." England sat down, arms crossed in annoyance.

At that moment, the door burst open. There stood America, panting heavily.

"There you are! What took you so l...Alfred?" England's expression softened when he saw America's ultra-serious face.

"Arthur...I was on my way to the meeting...and...and..."

"And?"

Though hesitant at first, he managed to say: "I found this in the street." His voice seemed to crack as he got the words out.

Everyone gasped as he showed everyone what he was holding.

In his hand was Toris's cell phone. It was covered in a few scratch marks and small, but clearly visible red stains.

-sigh- Now they know why Toris wasn't calling them back...poor nations...

But at least they have a lead now, sort of.

After this, a lot of stuff happens.

What happens? I can't tell you, but you can find out by reading the upcoming chapters.

-Blue Cotinga Girl,

A Fellow Author