As all the nations arrived at the dance party, the TITS all gathered around in one group, and got ready for their third mission; kidnapping Canada. The ball room was astonishing, there was soft light everywhere, the waiters and waitresses would dance on their way to serve someone, and if you looked above, there was a painting of angels. Although the TITS looked for Canada all the time, they couldn't find the invisible nation.

"Where the fuck is that guy?" Romano took Belgium's hand as he mumbled some curses and danced along with the beautiful nation. To tell you the truth, Romano was nervous as hell. He always had a crush on Belgium since he was a kid, and every time he saw her, his weird strand of hair would suddenly…dance. Just like South Korea's. "Uh…it's a beautiful night, huh?" He attempted to lighten up the tense atmosphere between the two nations.

"Oh, yes, it is indeed." The blonde girl smiled sweetly as she tilted her head. "You know, I think we should separate now."

"Huh, but why?"

"Hm...look at my brother..." Romano glanced over Belgium's shoulder, and saw Netherlands, her brother, staring at him with a glare that could burn him to ashes.

"Ah! Okay! Bye Bella!" Romano took off and tried to hide from Netherlands's deadly stare, and ended up bumping on Prussia.

"Kesesese…..look who is here….vhy, vhy, do you want ze awesome me, now? I zought you were with Spain." The albino turned over to the oldest Italian and took a sip of his beer. "Oh, I see. You finally see that I am ze most awesome nation in ze world!"

"First of all, I am not with Spain. Get the hell over with it. Second, you aren't even a nation! And third, WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT YOU?"

"Kesesesesese...WHO VOULDN'T VANT ME? I. AM. AWESOME. Oh, by ze way, did you see little Canada? I vould like to talk to him…"

"No. I didn't see him. I'm actually looking for him too."

"Hm? Wow...Now you're going for Canada? Quite ze playboy, huh?" Romano blushed and kicked Prussia in the….uh….his birdie. "OW! NO! MY 5 METERS! YOU! YOU! ARE YOU JEALOUS?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BASTARD! I'M GOING."

"Wait- going where?" South Italy just ignored the silver haired man and proceeded to look for Canada. But as he walked across the ball room, he danced and danced with various nations, some who are like gods in dancing, and some who were really bad. When Lovino (ROMANO, GODDAMMIT!) finally got to where Feliciano and Seborga were, he was dead tired and his feet were throbbing,

"Ve~Are you ok, Romano?"

"I am fine. Did you guys see Canada today?"

"No…" Seborga said, as he looked down on his drink. "But there are some really pretty girls here….like Taiwan, Vietnam, man Hungary is really fine, Ukraine and her…gifts, Li is cute, Belarus….if she wasn't scary as hell, I would go out with her. Seychelles is alright, but just a one-night stand. Naw just kidding, she is too young for me. And Wy….Damn….HEY! WY!" Seborga went off to his dear 'friend' micro-nation, leaving his older brothers by themselves.

"Ve~ I think our little brother is in love~" Feliciano giggled while Romano just growled.

"At least he's straight."

"No….he had some men underwear, remember?" Romano looked at Feliciano with his eyes wide open, and then realized that he indeed had some. "Besides, you love Spain, don't you? You're gay yourself~" Feliciano giggled once again, but quickly ran away from his angry brother., who was blushing madly.

I don't feel good doing this….Just like the other time with the cat…what is the boss planning? Feliciano thought as he ran off from Romano, then shook off the bad feeling in his gut.

Divide~

On the other side of the ball room, England, France and America sat on a table, while looking at the other nations, who were all dancing in one rhythm.

"Where the bloody hell is he…" England crossed his legs as he looked at the entire ball room looking for the little Canadia.

"Say, mon ami. I zink you are having a liking for my little Matthew~" The French raised one of his eyebrows as he gave a rapist's smirk at the Englishman. "It's alright, I accept you two~"

"WHAT? HOW COULD YOU- NO!"

"Wow really, Iggy? I didn't know that..." America's eyes softened as he played with his food on the table. "But it's ok…if you fell that way…"

"WHAT? NO! YOU FROG!" England then strangled the French, as he did constantly, and America broke off the two nations once again.

"Hey! Hey! Wait! Look at that chick!" The three nations looked over to where the American was pointing, and saw a thin woman with a beautiful silhouette walking on the other side of the ball room, alone. She was wearing a pink dress, with flowers from up and down the dress. She was also wearing a tall hat, and her delicate hands went over to pick some sweets. The woman had a long but short blond hair, which would move in majestic movements, and sparkles would leave trace whenever she played with her magical hair. The three nations stayed in awe, then struggled to get to that beautiful woman.

"Oh, hello, my lady, it is such a beautiful night to dance, would you like to dance with the gentleman?" England took the lady's hand, who blushed slightly, but got his hand taken off by a certain French pervert.

"Oh, my beautiful rose, wouldn't you like to dance with ze most romantic nation of ze world? We would certainly have ze greatest time!" France kissed the maiden's hand, who blushed into a deeper shade, but was tackled by a certain burger-loving man.

"Oh, hi! So, do you want to dance with me? I'm really good! Let's dance! C'mon!" The American grabbed the woman's hand tightly, as he dragged her to the dance room.

"Uh, excuse-me, America…"

"Oh, you know my name? Oh yes! What's your name again? I for-"

"Uh, hey, Alfred…"

"You know my real name too? Wow you're amazing! Now tell me yours, I-"

"HEY! SHUT UP!'

The three blondes looked at the sudden mad woman, and finally looked her face with attention. As they saw her real face, they all got up and felt their heart drop.

"Ca…Canada?"

"Oh, mon dieu, how could I ever forget your beautiful face!"

"Oh, dude….sorry. I didn't know-"

"Well, now you know. And anyways…it isn't exactly your fault….I…I was forced to dress up this way…"

"Huh? Why?"

Flash back

"Hmm...I wonder if I can find Japan here..." Canada opened the door to a sinister house in Japan, and got in slowly and suspiciously. "Wow…it's kind of dark…" He then got deeper into the house by step by step. "Boss told me Japan would be here…" The blonde creeped into another room in the house, with had a faint light inside it. "Hmm…Japan? I'm sorry for the intrusion, but- JAPAN?" He then saw the small nation on the ground, dead drunk. "Hey! Japan! Are you alright? Hey!'

"I...I AM SO UNHAPPY!" The usually quiet nation threw his arms around the blonde, and cried over the other's chest. "WHY! WHY!"

"Uh….It's ok….Just tell me what happened. Did you get into a fight with someone?"

"Hic….Hic…No…"

"Economy?"

"Hic...No...But the eggs are too expensive."

"Then why-"

"I MISSED THE ANIME CONVENTION!" Canada looked at Japan's sad face, and remembered how he and America resembled a lot when upset. They would cry over the stupid things, and not the serious ones.

"The….the..anime convention?"

"YESSS...HIC...WHAT NOW? WHAT NOW? PREASE, PREASE HERP ME !"

"Ho- How?"

"Dress up! Cosplay! Make me happy!"

"But I have a dance-"

"I WILL KIR MYSERF!"

"OKAY!"

End of Flashback

"…"

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"…"

"That's the reason?"

"Yes..."

"HAHAHAHAHA! DUDE WHAT THE HECK! HAHAHAHAHA! DID YOU TAKE PICTURES?"

"No..."

"Awe..." The three blondes got their hopes down as they desired those pictures a lot.

"Well anyways, dude, let's go." America put Canada on his shoulder as the four blondes walked out of the dance party.

"WAIT! WHERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Kidnapping you." Alfred grinned at his brother as he sped up, almost making Matthew throw up. Matthew's mind stopped, and was suddenly filled with perverted things.

"Wait. Wait. Why? And why is France going too?"

"Ohohohohon~ You'll see." France grinned at Matthew as he took out a rose to pin it o nthe frightened nation's hair.

"-"

Divide~

"Hm. Hey boss. We got your Canada here. I'm sending him to you."

"Alright. Thanks Romano."

"Uh, hey. Why do you need Matthew?"

"…Because he's a great cook!"

"…..WHAT?"

"Okay bye~"

"WAIT YOU! YOU!" His boss had turned off the phone once again, leaving the angry Italian to cuss at his phone.

Divide~

"Hm. Sir, why don't you tell him?" A tall man with black hair asked the Italian boss across his desk. "Shouldn't they at least know what you are planning to do?"

"Oh, if he knew what I am planning to do, he wouldn't accept to do these things… He probably thinks I'm doing in for the nation or something. Hah. Romano can be too kind and dumb like Feliciano sometimes." The Italies' boss grinned evilly as he turned to the chained Canadian. "Oh, Canada. Do you wonder why you are here?"

Canada looked frightened at the boss, and started to feel tears on his eyes. He then shook his head, to show that he was paying attention.

"Canada. The land that no one remembers. What a pity, for a nation in which a lot of talent is born. "The boss chuckled as he touched the blonde's cheeks. "But it's okay now. You are going to be of great use to me... Knock him out." As soon as the boss ordered, two big men walked towards the forgotten nation and injected a needle on his arm. "Sleep well. You'll need it."

Okay. Chapter 5.

Oh thanks lunynha for reviewing! I love her fanfics! For anyone who is reading this, you should her hers!

Oh yes, I forgot to say, uh, this is my first fanfiction...That's why it probably sucks. But oh well. I'm having fun here, kidnapping Canada.

Hmmm...Ah! Canada tried to cosplay as Ciel Phantomhive, but failed at it. But it made Japan happy. He didn't kill himself.

For anyone who is reading this, I hope you're enjoying it! :)

Oh, and since I like Italy's boss, (In this fanfic.) I was thinking if I should give him a name.

I think I'll probably decide by tomorrow! Alright bye now.