"T-tino what's wrong?"

"Th-they're gone!"

"Who?"

"Aidan and Maki!" Those three words made Arthur freeze as he listened to the sobs of the other blond on the phone.

'Aidan's... gone...'

"How're," Arthur stopped himself as his voice cracked as he spoke into the phone again. "How're they just gone?"

"Berwald and I woke up in the morning, a-and they're bed was empty. There was blood on the carpet and it looked like someone had broken in!"

"Something wrong, mon cheri?" Francis asked, laying a hand on his wife's trembling shoulder.

"They can't be just bloody gone!" Arthur shouted a little more forcefully then he had meant, as he he heard the other whimper.

"Arth'r." Berwald's gruff voice entered the phone, causing the Brit to almost drop the phone in slight fright. "M' w'fe and I 're trying. We d'n't know h'w the p'rson got in b't we'll fig're it out. H'w 'bout we m'et h're to d'scuss it?"

Arthur nodded, before remembering the other couldn't see him. "We'll hop on a flight tonight." he said softly, before hanging up and resting his face in both hands.

"Arthur, what's wrong?" Francis whispered, sitting next to him.

"Aidan and Maki are missing." Francis's eyes widened.

"They're missing?"

"Taken in the middle of the night... oh god why're our lives such bad dramas?" Francis planted a kiss on Arthur's cheek, standing and grabbing the phone. He quickly called up the airport, booking 5 tickets to sweden and 5 to America on the day before the meeting.

"Pappa..." Altheia's voice rang out from the hall as Francis hung up, causing the two to look at her. "Did something happen?"

"Altheia, come here." She did as she was told, sitting next to Arthur and wrapping her arms around her mum.

"Aidan and Maki are-"

"Missing? What the fuck are you talking about?" Lovino angrily threw open the door, pushing past the Spaniard and staring into the empty room. Luciano wasn't even supposed to be awake yet. How could he be gone?

"M-move!" Lovino ran from the slightly messed up room to the one down the hall, tossing open the door and seeing no one.

"Spagna, where the hell are they?"

"Lovi... I don't know..." Antonio had a saddened look in his eyes that made Lovino shiver as he did a once over in the rooms.

"I'll call their cell phones, Lovi~ Maybe they went to Clark and Collete's home." The Italian brushed him off, heading deeper into the household. In turn, Antonio picked up the phone, dialing in the number he had memorized by heart.

"Please answer, Maria..."

"Who the bloody hell is i-" Arthur stopped, spotting Lovino and Antonio standing outside their door. Lovino's eyes were red as he huffed, looking away from his partner and facing the blond.

"Eyebrows, did Luciano and Maria come here?" Antonio asked hopefully, arms strewn over Lovino's waist.

"N-No... why would they be here?"

"...they're gone..."

Arthur stopped, staring at the two. It couldn't be a coincidence. "...I think you two should come inside..."

"Why the hell did you invite all of the countries here?" Lovino groaned at the constant chattering around them. Annika was being comforted by a sniffeling Collete, while Finland was talking with Norway who seemed awfully distant compared to his normally... distant self...

"We need everyone on board if we're gonna find your kids, right?" Alfred was grinning, probably happy he didn't have to host the world meeting at his house and could wreck his old caretaker's once more. Lovino smacked him across the head, crossing his arms and following Antonio who had called him.

"Fratello!" Lovino was glomped by his brother, who was crying into his shoulder. "I heard Maria and Luciano were taken, too!" His southern counterpart him away, grumbling.

"You didn't have to bring it up again..." Feliciano looked down, tears still free-falling from his face.

"I'm sorry..." Ludwig wrapped his arm around Feliciano's shoulder, leading him away from the others so he could cry in peace.

Arthur was on the couch, trying to contact anyone who may of known where Aidan could have been. If the teens had decided to run away, they didn't have many places to go. They already had the leaders of many countries sending out warnings for them to their secret services, and all their friends had been notified to contact them if they saw any of the countries' children.

"Mummy! She won't stop crying!" Collete called from the top of the stairs, but only a few had heard her, including Arthur.

"Alaina or Altheia?" Arthur asked softly, now at the bottom of the stairs.

"I think she's sick! She threw up on me!" A new voiced popped from the room that was a bit louder then Collete, and Altheia appeared downstairs, green puke strewn across the front of her shirt as she held a sobbing babbaby dressed in pink. Altheia quickly handed her off to Arthur, looking distastefully at the forming stain on her shirt.

"I'll never get this out!"

"You're just like your dad." Arthur sighed, holding Alaina in his arms. He quickly noticed it had gone quiet, and everyone was staring at him.

"N-never seen a man holding a baby before?" Arthur's face had completely gone red, realizing all the nations had seen him cradling a baby.

"I think they know now, Mon Lapin~"

"Duuude, England... did you have her at the last meeting?"

Arthur silently shook his head, the cries of Alaina having died down soon after the room had quieted.

"Want me to take her back upstairs, Mum?"

"It's fine..." Arthur took his seat back on the couch, Altheia heading to her room to change. Francis sat next to him, his hand resting on Arthur's waist.

"You guys are like rabbits... there seems to be a new baby every year." Alfred said, laughing.

"That's an exageration! This is the first child in 6 years."

"6 years is like 1 week."

"So you say that kind of thing NOW. I recall you always complaining that saying a minute was like 90 years to a kid."

"Well, I'm not a kid anymore!" Alfred huffed dramatically, grinning at Arthur.

"Sure seem to act like it, git."

"That-" The American was interupted as the door was thrown open.

"Where's my son, aru?" The Baltics all hid in fright, cowering behind various pieces of furnitur to avoid the inevitable.

"We don't know where any of our children are!" Lovino snapped, crossing his arms. Yao glanced once at him, walking into the house as he was followed by Ivan.

"That's like, tottaly not cool!" A blond head popped through the door, making most of the countries groan when they realised the world's crossdresser had made an appearance. Ivan hauled something up, revealing a shaken Toris. Feliks entered the household, followed by 3 young girls, 2 brunettes and 1 blond.

"F-Feliks. Who're they?" Raivis asked, popping up and inspecting the girls. They all looked about the same age, making Arthur wonder if they were triplets.

"These are like, my three kids!" Feliks pulled the blond one forward, smiling widely. "This is Nion! Then this is Nixon~" He motioned to the shortest brunnette after introducing the taller of the bunch. "And this is Lianna."

"Nixon and Nion? Peculiar names for-" Arthur stopped, looking a little more closely at the taller girls.

"For?" Toris asked shakily.

"Nothing... lovely boys you have..." Arthur mumbled, wondering why they were in skirts. At least one of them was a girl.

"I know, right? They're like, the cutest things ever!" The Polish man embraced the three, planting sloppy kisses on their faces and hair. None of the three protested, only smiling up at their mother and father.

"How old are they?" Sealand asked, bounding up and poking Nixon's cheek.

"10!"

"D-did you adopt?"

"Nope!" Feliks stood again, sitting on the couch closest to the door and stretching out, forcing Estonia to move. "They're mine and Leit's~"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Raivis asked, looking hurt.

"Well like, you never call us or anything! We just decided to come this year!" Feliks explained, closing his eyes and lazing around.

"Ne ne! I found this outside!" Feliciano called through the open door, waving a brown package around in his hand. "It's a video! There's no return address... but it came from America!"