Ukraine looked on with slight envy at England comforting America. She wished she knew what they were saying, because though she'd never admit it, she was worried and scared too. If Iceland's brothers found out what had happened to him, they'd quite literally be speared and fed to Hanatamago. That dog was evil, she was sure.
Also, Ukraine could tell exactly what time it was with a simple glance at the sky, and she could tell that some of the youngest nations would be awake in about 2 hours. They really had to get back. Some of them may already be awake.
She was about to raise her voice and tell the former brothers that they really had to go, when Finland managed to smash open the rusty lock. He had taken Ukraine's twisted sticks while she was staring at the English-speaking countries and by spitting on the lock and whacking it with the end of the twig. The Nordic nationlet out a cheer of glee as the electrified gate swung open. Ukraine and England darted through it excitedly, and America smiled up at them. England bounced up, still holding his ex-colony, and congratulated Finland warmly.
"How did you manage it? Well done, Finland!" He said enthusiastically. Suddenly, America gave a roguish grin and jumped out of the Brit's arms. He landed on the ground and picked up England. He began to protest and splutter, and Finland and Ukraine burst into fits of laughter. America lifted the island nation over his head and began to run with him. His grin had disappeared from his face, and England let out a gasp.
"There! America! Let me down NOW!" he yelled. America quickly set him down and England began to run. He was one of the faster nations, what with all the running from his brothers he had to do as a small child. And he still had to run from France even now. He shuddered at the thought and sped up, imagining the Frog was out to molest him again.
"Vhat did he see? Tell me America!" Ukraine said anxiously, her voice creeping higher as she grew more panicked. The three nations ran after England, panting.
"I think he saw Icewand!" he said, running as fast as his short legs would take him. Finland suddenly shot forward at this, the 8-year old's legs pumping up and down as he shot forward, almost catching up with England. Suddenly they saw the white flash again, and heard a scream, and some panicky curses in Icelandic.
The nations exchanged brief glances before screaming out in unison.
"ICELAND!"
(A/N)
MUAHAHAHAHA. I HAVE YOU NOW, ICEY.
This is dragging out and the last two chapters have been crap. Really the only reason I bothered to upload this is because the AWESOME KokoLolo (who co-writes my FAVOURITE fic) reviewed.
I find that intensely awesome. Now I have to go to school, toodle pip! Which is something I've never said before and will hopefully never say again.