Hi everyone! Sorry for the shortness, but I am proud to produce 2 chapters in a few hours! This one gets kinda intense, and theres super Brother fluff happening! Yay! Sorry again for any mistakes, just tell me where they are and i'll fix them! (its almost 2 in the morning, so that's my excuse) As always, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

AND NOW...CHAPTER 2!

Chapter 2: Missing

The meeting on the cult's behavior went as planned. It was decided that America would sent out agents on the case, and if any of the other bases around the world are creating activity, police will watch them closely. Most of the countries were there from the last meeting, but Germany had to lead the meeting instead of Britain. Why? It was because he never showed up.

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Britain ran through London's dark, rainy streets with only the aid of dim streetlamps. His eyes were wide with panic and pure horror. He had let Sealand stay the night at his house because the young boy was scared of being alone. He didn't really mind Sealand staying at his house. Sure, the kid could be annoying, but Britain loved him and he loved Britain back. He thought to himself of how only last night the little island fort was crying for all of the poor people caught by the Hunters.

Sealand rubbed his palm over his wet eyes, staring at the article on the table. They hurt from crying for so long. Britain pulled him into his lap, wiping away the tears gently with his sleeve. "I'm sorry Sealand. The countries will be okay. You'll be okay too. They won't target you, remember what I said?" Britain pulled out a fairytale book, one Sealand had liked since he was a toddler. He pulled the crying micronation closer to him, wrapping his arms around his small body to hold the picture book out in front of them both. Britain read to Sealand, who was content and safe at that moment. Sealand clutched Britain's shirt as he fell asleep against him. It was warm and safe, even if he was the british jerk of jerks for not saying he was a nation. By the time Britain had finished, Sealand was sleeping, breathing quiet and even. He stroked the honey colored blonde hair softly, without waking him up. It was only a shade or two lighter then his own. He carried him gently into a guest room close to his own and tucked him into the bed, making sure the blankets were warm enough. After a light kiss on the forehead, he went back to his own bedroom, to his own bed. An hour later he felt a sudden weight on the left side of the bed. He knew it was Sealand crawling into his bed from a nightmare. It was a large bed with plenty of space, so he didn't mind and went back to sleep. He remembered Sealand stirring and sliding out of bed, telling him he was going outside to let the cat in and come back. Britain woke the next morning to no one else in the bed. He checked the whole house for Sealand. Sealand's shoes were on the mat by the door like they should be, and his clothes were still packed in a overnight bag in the guest room. He knew then his little brother was the first to be taken.

Britain yelled for Sealand as he ran, only to be answered by silence. It was his fault, he didn't stop him from going outside. Now he was at the mercy of the evil cult. Britain slumped against a wall and cried.

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"Big bruder?" A small voice piped up as Liechtenstein and Switzerland walked down an alley in Zurich. "Is it okay to be in a dark alley with those Hunter people around the world?"

"We'll be fine!" Switzerland absently patted the gun in his pocket. He would protect them both if it was needed. "I told you before, when i'm around you don't need to worry about stuff like that."

"Okay, I trust you." Liechtenstein smiled to herself and happily walked with her older brother. She shuddered suddenly, feeling as if they were being followed.

"What is the matter?" Switzerland grabbed the gun in his pocket just as the shadows lurking behind them sprang out. They were dressed in black, with long sleeved, skin tight shirts and black, skin tight pants. A thick, emerald green weapons belt hung at their waists. He and Liechtenstein were surrounded and he readied his gun. The first lashed out at him, darting out from right and left, holding a switchblade. Switzerland aimed and pulled the trigger. The Hunter dodged too late and the bullet buried itself in their shoulder. Before Switzerland could smirk at his victory, Liechtenstein screamed. She was in a net, tangled in the ropes, and being dragged away by two hunters.

"BIG BRUDER!" She screamed as loud as she could, hoping to catch attention so she could get help. Tears ran down her face, mixing with the blood from the scratch under her eye. A Hunter had come behind Switzerland then, stabbing his side while another hit him over the head before he could move. Switzerland yelled Liechtenstein's name before falling to the stone streets and letting her screams and his vision slip away to black.