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Found and Caught

New Zealand glared at Oceania from his seat at the table. He had been at the realm's house for four days. The previous night, he had attempted to run away only to have Oceania to catch him before he had even reached the shoreline. His 'host' had gone even further and had spanked New Zealand for his bad behavior.

"You can't leave me," Oceania told New Zealand as he chopped vegetables with a rather large kitchen knife.

"Why not?" New Zealand demanded with a scowl. "You're not even related to me."

"Because if you leave then I'll be all alone again," Oceania said, his grip on the knife tightening.

"Why don't you just try to get used to it." New Zealand crossed his arms. "It seems like you've already killed off half the world."

"I've been alone my entire life. Australia had you. It's not fair!" In a childish fit of rage, Oceania slammed the knife onto the counter. The blade lodged into the marble, ringing in the silent kitchen.

New Zealand jumped in surprise but didn't back down. "Life's not fair, get used to it. Australia had the worst time in World War Two. He got out of it just fine."

"If my life can't be fair." Oceania jerked the knife out of the marble counter and turned to New Zealand. "Then Australia's shouldn't either."

"What are you saying?" New Zealand asked, standing from his seat at the table and backing away. "That you're going to try and kill Australia?"

Oceania cocked his head in thought. "No, that wouldn't be very nice. But it's about time the odds switched. It's my turn for my life to be fair." The realm advanced slowly on New Zealand.

"What are you doing?" New Zealand eyed the large knife carefully.

"You get to have a room all to yourself. And if you don't come with me to your room . . ." Oceania waved his knife with a smile, allowing the silent threat to sink in.

"If I get a room all to myself, then where is it?" New Zealand watched the path of the blade, taking another careful step back. Why did his captor have to a blade-wielding maniac?

Oceania took his 'brother's' hand. "It's this way," he said, and he tugged New Zealand down a hall.

New Zealand stumbled as he was dragged along. "Don't pull so hard."

"Sorry!" Oceania sang happily, leading New Zealand into a room. He pointed at the queen-sized bed. "Sit."

"Why?" New Zealand looked the bed over critically. It looked comfortable enough, with plenty of pillows and a cream comforter.

Oceania's smile slipped away and he slashed the knife a centimeter from New Zealand's nose.

"Sit," Oceania said again. New Zealand sat down quickly and waited for the realm's next order. He really didn't want to die today, and definitely not by the hands of this lunatic. Oceania slipped the knife into his belt and grabbed a shackle from the foot of the bed, locking it around New Zealand's right ankle. The chain connected to the bedpost was long enough for the nation to wander the room but not leave.

"What the heck?" New Zealand yanked on the chain and looked up at Oceania. "I'm not a dog!"

"No, but you are my little brother, and you have to stay. I'll bring you dinner in a few moments." Oceania smiled happily and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

New Zealand stared at the closed door for a moment then back at the shackle.

"What the hell is wrong with him?"

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Australia glared at the two realms as they entered the room. He had been strapped to the bed for four days with the endotracheal tube down his throat. After multiple visits, the nation had quickly learned that taller realm who looked like Russia was Soviet while the one who looked like China was Formosa. Both realms ignored his glare as they approached the bed.

"We need to move, aru." Formosa said as he reached over and unclipped the strap behind Australia's head. "Teutonic said that you have fully healed and can move now. I want you to relax your throat and breathe out when I began to pull the tube out."

Australia gagged, struggling to do as Formosa instructed as the tube was pulled out of his throat and then mouth. The feeling was even worse than when they had shoved it in. The nation gasped and coughed when he was breathing on his own.

"What are you doing?" Australia wheezed.

"It is like I said, aru," Formosa said. "We are moving." He unlocked Australia's left wrist and pulled the padded leather cuff away while Soviet removed the ankle cuffs.

"Where are we going?" Australia coughed. His throat was raw from the tube and he hadn't spoken in days.

"That is not your concern, aru." Finished with Australia's ankles, Soviet uncuffed Australia's right wrist. The island nation reacted almost instantly, lashing out with his foot and catching Soviet in the chest. Formosa leapt forward and landed on Australia's undefended back, pinning him down.

Australia struggled against the light yet strong realm as Formosa repositioned himself so his knees were digging painfully into Australia's back. How could someone so light be so strong?

"Keep trying, you can't escape," Formosa sneered. "I have had a lot of experience with realms like you."

Australia grunted as his wrists were dragged behind him and cuffed tightly. "Where's Kiwi?" he demanded. Formosa slid off his back and helped Soviet force the struggling Australia to his feet.

"He is with his brother. Now walk, aru." Formosa and Soviet worked together to drag Australia from his room. The nation glanced quickly up at Soviet. The realm looked almost exactly like Russia but his smile was frightening. It was nowhere near as creepy as Russia's but ten times as frightening.

"Where are we going?" Australia repeated.

"To meet some friends." Soviet smiled darkly. "This will be fun, da?"

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Iceland glanced around the dark room, shivering. Ever since he had heard the whisper and felt the touch he had been waiting to see if he heard any more voices. There had been no sounds except for the bed banging against the wall as Iceland tried to undo the knots. The sheets were tied to tightly, though, and he was failing miserably.

The door to the room opened and Iceland stiffened as a beam of light fell across the bed. Kalmar stood in the doorway with a plate of food in his hands. He had promised dinner nearly an hour ago. Iceland what could have possibly taken the realm so long, he was usually never late with dinner.

"Icy, are ya h'ngry?" Kalmar asked, motioning to the plate of food.

Iceland looked at the food skeptically. "Why should I eat?" he demanded.

"So ya won't die." Kalmar sat on the bed beside Iceland who attempted to scoot away.

"You tied me to a bed," Iceland argued. He wished Norway would have gotten desperate by now and released his Vargrs to search for his little brother. Maybe Kalmar would have been terrified enough to release Iceland. Or would the Vargrs only respond to the Viking Norway?

"Ya tried ta leave." Kalmar grabbed an earring and gave it a warning tug.

Iceland winced at the pull. "This isn't my home."

"Nej," Kalmar agreed as he released the earring. The realm scooped some food onto a fork and held it out for Iceland to eat.

"I'm from Earth, not Globe," Iceland pressed.

"We can argue l'ter. Eat." Kalmar pressed the fork against Iceland's lips. Iceland kept his mouth tightly shut and turned his head way. Sighing, Kalmar turned his face back to him and plugged the small nation's nose with one hand. Iceland's eyes widened with surprise and fear. He tried to hold his breath for as long as he could but eventually he had to give in and open his mouth to breathe. Kalmar shoved the food into Iceland's mouth and clamped his mouth shut. Setting the fork aside, he massaged the nation's throat. Iceland struggled against Kalmar's grip until it was too much for him and he swallowed the food, coughing when Kalmar released his jaw.

"What the hell?" Iceland rasped.

Kalmar ignored him, taking another forkful of food and holding it out for Iceland. "Eat th's one on yer own, or I'll j'st f'rce-feed ya the wh'le t'me."

"I'd rather starve," Iceland snapped at his captor. "You can't put up with me forever."

Apparently he could. Kalmar forced his mouth open once more and made Iceland eat the food off the plate. The process was repeated until all the food from the plate was gone. Kalmar leaned back with a proud smirk. Iceland turned his head to the side and coughed, trying to clear his airways.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"The dr'gs should k'ck in soon," Kalmar said, ignoring Iceland's remark as he set the plate aside on the bed.

Iceland froze before he slowly looked up at Kalmar. "Drugs?" he repeated. Suddenly, his mouth tasted sour and the food was heavy in his stomach. Iceland wanted very badly to throw up what he had just eaten.

"Ja, it's n'thing too d'ngerous. One try and yer add'cted." Kalmar grinned. "I can r'lease ya and ya won't be able ta leave."

Iceland gaped at Kalmar before snapping. "You're trying to get me addicted to drugs?"

"Nej, I got ya add'cted ta dr'gs. Ya won't be able ta f'ght it." Kalmar untied Iceland's legs, massaging feeling back into the limbs.

Iceland stared at the realm in disbelief. Kalmar was trying to be a brother and he got him addicted to drugs? The small nation thought he could feel the drugs already entering his system.

"How do these stupid drugs work?" Iceland asked nervously. Was he imaging the tingling feeling in his fingertips?

Kalmar shrugged. "Ya'll feel n'rmal, but the dr'gs w'll m'ke ya h'ppy. Ott'man g've th'm ta me."

"You think I'm going to be happy in this hellhole?" Iceland demanded . . . maybe the hellhole wasn't actually that bad. Maybe.

"Maybe not at f'rst. But soon, ev'ryday, ya'll c'me ta me and beg fer the dr'gs. Ya won't be able ta f'ght the urge and it'll be too h'rd ta g've up." Kalmar untied Iceland's wrists from the bedposts.

Iceland sat up, rubbings wrists. They were sore and his shoulders hurt from the forced position. Why worry about them? They would be better in no time. Iceland tried to glare at Kalmar but it lacked the anger he wanted to show.

"See if I come begging, Kalmar. I swear on my grave, I will do no such thing." Begging wasn't that bad, was it? No, begging would get him what he wanted. Iceland wanted to shake these thoughts from his head but it was nearly impossible. They just kept popping up on their own. Was this how the drugs worked?

"I'm going ta pr've my point." Kalmar grabbed Iceland's wrist and dragged him from the house to the cage in the backyard. Not even the drugs making him see the bright side of every situation could mask Iceland's fear.

"What? No, not the cage. Let me go, Kalmar." Iceland jerked against Kalmar's grip as he was dragged toward the small prison.

"Moder's not h're th's t'me, be th'nkful. I'm only doing th's ta pr've a point." Opening the door, Kalmar threw Iceland into the cage and locked the door.

"Let me out, Kalmar." Iceland glared at Kalmar's retreating form, shaking the bars of his cage. "Kalmar!"

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Hungary crossed her arms as she scowled at France. The two European nations had been arguing during their three hour hike through the Iceland land and the entire four hour drive. It was safe to say that Greece, Cuba, Wales, and Korea were very annoyed.

"All I am saying is that it would be better if we were to go and search those hills," Hungary said. "We don't see anyone in the fields, do we?"

"Perhaps we cannot see who is out in that field," France argued.

"Do you honestly believe someone would be out in that field," Hungary demanded, planting her hands on her hips.

"Why not?" France asked.

"Oh, you Frenchies!" Hungary threw her hands into the air "They should have put Austria in charge, he could have at least done something." The German nation wasn't particularly happy that she had been separated from her husband.

"Fine! If you insist then we will not search the fields." France massaged his temples. "Cuba, can you lead us through the hills so Hungary will shut up?"

"Sí, France." Cuba begin to lead the group away from the fields. Hungary glanced back once to smirk at France.

"Don't fall behind," the German nation sang.

Uncharacteristically, and very annoyed, France flipped her the bird. "I am team leader, I will not fall behind."

"Szóval azt mondod. (So you say.)" Hungary hurried to catch up to Cuba with France close behind her. The group reached the hills in a half hour. The hills seemed to loom sinisterly over them.

"It looks like this is the best path," Cuba admitted, motioning to a stony passage into hills.

"I'm going to search ahead." Wales spread his wings and leapt off the ground, disappearing over the hills in a matter of minutes.

"That looks scary, da-ze," Korea gulped.

"We can do it." Hungary held the hem of her dress in one hand and stepped onto a stone. Cuba looked to France, Korea, and Greece.

"Mujeres. (Women.)" Cuba shook his head in disbelief before stepping onto a rock and following Hungary's lead.

"Allons-y. (Let's go.)" France followed Cuba and Korea followed him, albeit nervously.

"If I have to," Greece sighed and followed the group, passing France easily. Moving across the rocks was slow and dangerous. Wales doubled back multiple times to check on their progress, bringing them occasional news from his bird's eye view.

Somehow, France wasn't entirely sure how, but when he looked up, the group was gone. He was standing alone in a sea of dangerously sharp rocks.

"Que? How did that happen?" France paused then looked around before calling out to the air. "Wales!" No winged nation appeared in the sky to answer his call. Perhaps Wales hadn't heard him.

The sound of a toppling rock behind him caused France to turn around. For a split second France thought he was looking in a mirror. He stood before himself, but with black hair and orange eyes.

"Qui?" France stumbled back, nearly tripping. "How is that possible?"

The doppelganger gave him a feral grin before lifting his sword into the air. "Bonsior, France." He struck France hard on the temple. The nation collapsed to the rocky ground unconscious.

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South knelt on the stony ground and dipped a hand into the pool of steaming water. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sensation of heat.

"What in tarnation?" she wondered aloud.

"It's a hot spring, Teufelhund," Prussia said from beside her. "They're from the volcano."

"Really?" South looked between her husband and the hot spring. "How can a volcano make this?" she asked.

"The heat from the magma below the earth's surface heats the water," Prussia explained. "That's why the water smells like eggs."

South wrinkled her nose in distaste. "I prefer the good ol' Southern air."

"Ja, I prefer Germany's awesome air." Prussia stretched, his bones popping. "We need to get going so we can catch up to the group."

"Okay." South stood and grabbed Prussia's hand, dragging him to catch up to Turkey, Antarctica, Lithuania, and Poland.

"There you guys are, we were starting to get worried." Lithuania smiled at the couple.

"Like, can't you two love birds do that when you're on vacation?" Poland crossed his arms and glared at the pair of ex-nations. "It's totally ruining my concentration."

"Why, I ought to whup you into the next week." South took a threatening step forward. No one insulted her awesome husband and got away with it.

"Do it, I, like, dare you." Poland planted his hands on his hips.

"Po, please stop," Lithuania begged, grabbing his friends arm.

"Teufelhund, calm down, he's not worth it." Prussia patted his wife's shoulder consolingly.

"I can do this, Liet." Poland shrugged off Lithuania's hand.

"Oh, please, you can't do anythin' but say 'like' all the time," South sneered.

"Shut your trap, you ex-nation!" Poland stomped his foot in a childish temper tantrum.

"Oh, that's it!" South lunged forward.

"Teufelhund!" Prussia tried to grab his wife by the wrist but failed.

"Bring it on!" Poland stood his ground like a true warrior. When South wrapped her hands around his throat, he finally seemed to notice the situation he had got himself into.

"Po!"

"South, knock it off!"

"All of you," Antarctica's voice thundered through the air. "Knock it off."

South froze and slowly released her grip on Poland. The European nation fell back gasping for air while rubbing his sore throat.

"Damn valley girl was askin' for it," South muttered.

"Let's just get movin' on, shall we?" Turkey crossed his arms. "There's no point in us tryin' ta make it easy fer someone ta take us out."

South grumbled but eventually took Prussia's hand and followed Antarctica. She glared once back at Poland.

"This is, like, totally not fair," Poland huffed and crossed his arms.

"I know, Po, but its' not for forever." Lithuania patted Poland's arm comfortingly then followed the group.

"It's going to be forever with Prussia and his crazy wife," Poland grumbled as he caught up, ducking under Turkey's glare.

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Kalmar paced his study, rolling the knife through his hands. It had been several hours since he'd locked Iceland in the cage. No doubt the drug's effects were starting to wear off, the young nation would be in his first withdrawal stage by now. The Nordic realm could hear his dead brothers chastising him for his actions.

"Tanska," Finland would say. "How could you do that to him?"

"You tricked him, bror." Norway's face had never shown any real expression. "That was unfair."

"You shouldn't h've d'ne it." Sweden would look up from his witling by the fireplace.

"Stop now," Iceland would plead. "Before it goes too far."

"I kn'w," Kalmar groaned to the air. "But how? He w'll leave if I break his add'ction. He can't p'ss through the v'lcano without our aid. It was l'cky Austr'lia surv'ved the p'ssing through. If he does m'nage ta esc'pe, th'n one of the oth'rs w'll k'll him fer p'wer.

"Pr'tect him." Sweden always was the sensible one. "L'ke you did for us."

"But he doesn't w'nt ta stay." Kalmar rolled the knife into his right hand, stopping to look out the window. He could see Iceland's cage from his angle.

"Use a spell, my books are still in the library, are they not?"

"Ja." Iceland was lying flat on his back on the floor of the cage, probably in pain or something close to it.

"Do it, Tanska, don't make the poor thing suffer any longer."

"For me, storebror?" Iceland would fold his hands and give his older brother the sweetest puppy dog eyes Kalmar had ever seen.

"Ja, fer ya, Icy."

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Romano's group had finished combing the Western side of Eyjafjallajökull and had moved onto the Northern side. They had yet to find Scotland and the smoke from the volcano was growing stronger by the hour.

"Vous attendez, (Wait,)" Seychelles called out. Romano turned from the smoking volcano to look at the small female nation.

"We should go, bastards," Romano shouted to the rest of the group. "The thing's getting dangerous."

"But I think I found something." Seychelles pointed down a small hole. "I heard something from down there." Romano moved to look down the hole. It was too dark to see anything from his angle. Sending the volcano a worried glance, he gathered his group.

"Austria, you're with me and we'll go check it out," Romano said, sounding serious for once. "The rest of you, remain here for five minutes then head back to the van. Leave in ten minutes if we're not back. I don't like the look of the volcano."

Seychelles, Egypt, and Liechtenstein looked to each other nervously before nodding slowly and turning away. Romano lowered himself into the hole while Austria watched worriedly.

"Are you sure that's safe, Romano?" Austria asked. "I know it's' not deep, but still."

"I'll be fine, you aristocratic bastard. Now let's go." Romano dropped to the ground.

Austria sighed to himself. "Very well." He followed Romano carefully. When he dropped to the ground he saw Romano gaping at something on the floor. Looking down, Austria gasped.

Scotland lay on the ground, covered in a layer of volcanic ash. His normally sleek black wings were now a horrible gray and the feathers were matted together. The ash had turned his blonde hair and skin a grim color. The winged nation was wheezing heavily with every breath he took.

"Dammit! You've been here this whole time?" Romano huffed, oblivious to the nation's poor state. Scotland coughed weakly, he attempted to fan the ash away from his face with his wings but failed.

"Romano, I think something's wrong," Austria knelt beside Scotland.

"Crap, what happened to him?" Romano fell to his knees beside Scotland's head, holding a hand near the wheezing nation's mouth. "I thought he had fire magic."

Austria glared at Romano. "Just because he has fire magic does not mean he can simply breathe in ash."

"I know that, bastard! We need to get him back to base so China and France can take a look at him."

A few rocks tumbled to the ground near the group, catching Romano's and Austria's attention.

"Hallo down there," a voice sounding very much like Prussia and Germany called.

Romano looked up, blinking in the ash. "Who's up there?" he called back. Wasn't Germany leading a group and Prussia with Antarctica?

A male with black hair and green eyes grinned down at the trio of nations. Romano spotted Japan and a wingless Ireland standing above them.

"It looks like you're in a bit of trouble," Prussia's doppelganger commented.

"Sì, our friend inhaled too much ash, he's collapsed. Who are you?" Romano asked.

"Me? I'm Teutonic. You must be South Italy, Austria, and Scotland." Teutonic's green eyes sparkled with humor. "Alba will be pleased to see you."

"Cosa? What are you talking about?" Romano straightened up as Scotland coughed weakly, looking up at Teutonic.

"We're realms, South Italy. Nations, as you would call us, from the other side."

"What other side?"

"The parallel world of Globe." Teutonic knelt down. "Now, then, why don't you three come up here?"

Romano looked at Austria. "You ever heard of Globe before?" he whispered.

Austria shook his head. "Nein. How can there be another world?" Suddenly, he froze. "Romano."

"Cosa?"

"The missing nations," Austria hissed. "We can't find them anywhere on Iceland."

"We can hear you, you know," Teutonic cackled. "It seems they've found us out."

"How many of you are up there?" Romano looked back up.

"Why do you want to know? You're not match for us."

"Says who?" Romano flipped the realms the bird. "We could take you at any time."

"Well, we have three little nations up here who are just begging for attention." Teutonic flashed his teeth in a feral smile and Austria stiffened.

"Liechtenstein," Austria moaned. He had lost Switzerland's little sister, unable to protect her in his position. His friend would be devastated.

"Dammit!" Romano kicked a rock. "Seychelles and Egypt too."

Scotland struggled to his feet, his wings ruffling against his back. Ash fell from his body as he coughed into his hands.

"Can you stop them, winged bastard?" Romano asked.

"Scotland's in no position to fight." Austria caught Scotland when the winged nation staggered and supported him. "I don't think we have a choice, Romano."

"Dammit!" Romano turned to Teutonic. "Our friend's pretty hurt. I don't think he can make it up alone."

"Fine, then, help him up. We've got time." Teutonic stood, crossing his arms.

"Well, can you help us, bastard?" Romano demanded.

Teutonic rolled his eyes before turning to Japan's doppelganger. "Would you help them out, Imperial?"

"Hai, Teutonic-san." Imperial laid on the ground and held his hands out.

"Come on, winged bastard." Romano helped move Scotland to the edge of the hole. "Grab his hands and we'll push you up from the bottom."

Scotland reached up and grabbed Imperial's hands in a weak grip. The Asian realm easily hoisted Scotland out of the hole. Ireland's doppelganger helped the Celtic nation to stand.

"That's one," Teutonic said "Now you two come up."

Romano grumbled and scrambled out of the hole. The moment he reached the surface, rough hands grabbed him and dragged his wrists back to be cuffed.

"Dammit!" Romano struggled against the cuffs, seeing Austria receiving the same treatment.

Seychelles, Egypt, and Liechtenstein stood by one of two vans. Their hands had been cuffed as well and they were surrounded by the doppelgangers of Scotland, Romano, and Korea.

Teutonic looked Scotland up and down critically. "It looks like your friend isn't doing so well," he commented. Scotland's knees had gave way and he was being supported solely by Ireland's doppelganger.

"That's what happens when you inhale too much ash, you stupid bastard." Romano jerked against the handcuffs. He had an uneasy feeling at the sight of himself standing beside Egypt.

"Load them up." Teutonic strode toward the van, showing no sympathy for the injured nation.

"Hey, if the winged bastard doesn't get medical help soon he could have long term effects," Romano snapped. He had seen plenty of his own people suffer from a volcano's ash.

Teutonic stopped and turned around. "You want me to help him?" he clarified.

"Sì," Romano said with a nod.

"Fine, then." Teutonic marched to Ireland's doppelganger and hoisted Scotland over his shoulder. Ensuring the nation's hands were bound, he carried Scotland to the first van. Teutonic set Scotland on the floor of the spacious vehicle and sat behind him. He took out a tube, holding it up to Scotland's nose.

"I want you to swallow as I put this in," Teutonic said. Scotland eyed the tube warily, coughing weakly. He shook his head once. "It's this or not breathing, Scotty. Pick one."

Teutonic grabbed the nation's head and held it still, placing the tube in Scotland's right nostril. Scotland winced but swallowed as best as he could as the tube was guided down his windpipe. Eventually, Teutonic stopped forcing the tube down and released Scotland, strapping plastic bands at the back of the nation's head.

"This should help you a bit." Teutonic straightened up as Scotland coughed, shuddering at the sensation of the tube down his throat.

Seats lined the walls of the van, facing each other. Teutonic dragged Scotland into a seat and buckled him down. Once finished, the realm hopped out of the van and motioned to the rest of the nations.

"Load them up."

Imperial and Korea's doppelganger shoved Romano and Seychelles into the first van with Scotland. The nations were forced into seats and buckled up before they were left alone.

"Romano . . ." Seychelles stared at the floor of the van.

"Sì?" Romano looked at the female nation.

"Désolé, they ambushed us before we could escape." Seychelles blinked back tears. "We didn't have a chance."

"It's fine. It wasn't your fault." Romano looked to Scotland worriedly. "Are you going to be okay?" Scotland nodded once, his eyes closed as he breathed without coughing.

The vans were started and the realms began to drive them to who knew where. The nations were jerked about throughout the entire ride. It seemed to last forever before the vans finally came to a halt. Imperial and Ireland's doppelganger opened the door and unloaded the nations. Straightening up, Romano was greeted with the sight of Australia.

"Australia!" Seychelles struggled against Imperial's grip.

"Mates?" Australia glanced up and his eyes widened. "Aw, shit!" Russia's and China's doppelgangers held him back from charging forward.

"What's going on here?" Romano struggled violently against his handcuffs.

"Well, we just wanted to get you comfortable, is all." Teutonic strode forward and looked to Scotland's doppelganger. "Do you have it, Alba?" he asked

Alba nodded and approached Australia, withdrawing a circlet from his pocket. It was much like the one he'd given his 'little brother' but just a bit different.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Australia struggled against the two doppelgangers holding him. Russia's doppelganger forced his head down and Alba lowered the circlet onto the nation's brow. Australia bellowed like a wounded bull as searing pain filled his head. He struggled wildly against his captors, falling to his knees.

"This shouldn't take long." Teutonic watched with crossed arms. Slowly, Australia's cries fell to silence. China's doppelganger removed the cuffs and the two realms backed away from the nation. "Get up," Teutonic commanded.

Slowly, Australia obeyed, rising to his feet. When he looked up Romano saw that his eyes had dilated. The Oceanic nation stood silently before Teutonic. Romano gaped for a moment before he started struggling wildly, trying to escape.

"Get them out of here." Teutonic waved a hand and left the room. "I've got things to do."

Australia strode forward and took Romano by the arm, forcing him forward.

"Australia," Austria grunted when he was shoved forward.

"You stupid bastard, snap out of it!" Romano dug his heels into the ground defiantly.

Australia said nothing and eventually hoisted Romano onto his shoulder, carrying him the rest of the way. The Mediterranean nation screamed and kicked like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

At a fork in the hallway, Scotland was led down the left hall while the others were kept to the right.

"Scotland!" Egypt thrashed in Imperial's grip.

Scotland struggled weakly, trying to move back with the group. Alba ignored his actions as he shoved the winged nation along.

"Keep moving, you'll rip the tube out." Giving up, Scotland obeyed his doppelganger, eyeing Alba uneasily.

The rest of the nations were taken to a windowless room where several large cells had been constructed. They were uncuffed and separated into cells, Egypt and Romano in one with Austria, Seychelles, and Liechtenstein in the other.

"Dammit!" Romano shook the door of the cell. "Australia, you bastard, don't do this!"

Austria sighed as the door slammed shut. "What now?"

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Kalmar had been right, Iceland had been wrong. End of story. Iceland moaned quietly as he followed an imaginary line around the floor of his cage. The drug's effects of making him happy had worn off some time ago, leaving Iceland's body burning. A sheen of sweat covered his skin and his stomach was beginning to hurt.

The door to the house swung open and Kalmar strode out, a grim determination on his face. Iceland looked up at the realm, hope in his eyes. Kalmar had the drugs, didn't he? He could make this stop. He could make Iceland feel better.

"How are ya doing, Icy?" Kalmar asked, stopping outside the cage. The realm's frown had shifted into a wide smile that didn't reach his haunted eyes.

"Fyrirgefðu." Iceland grabbed the bars of the cage and stared up at Kalmar. "Please, give me?" he begged desperately

Kalmar chuckled weakly and crouched down. "Yer not going ta try and leave?" he asked.

Iceland shook his head quickly. "Nei, nei, I would never leave. Please, give me?" he pleaded, tugging on Kalmar's shirt sleeve. Kalmar's stomach twisted in guilt. He had done this to the nation, made him into a begging drug addict.

"Alr'ght, c'me on." Kalmar unlocked the cage and stepped back. "I'll get ya s'me in the house."

Iceland scrambled out quickly and followed Kalmar closely to the house. "You mean it? You're not trying to trick me?"

"Nej, I wouldn't do th't ta my lillebror, would I?" Kalmar led Iceland into the house and to the kitchen.

"Nei, nei." Iceland shook his head quickly. "Kalmar would never do that to his litli bróðir." Kalmar nearly flinched at the words. How could he have listened to Ottoman's advice? The damn realm was probably trying to revenge for the time Kalmar had attacked his home to rescue Iceland.

"Sit at the t'ble and I'll get ya s'me." Kalmar pulled a chair back then moved to grab a glass from the cupboard. Iceland sat at the table, his ears and tail twitching madly. Kalmar filled the glass with water and mixed in a powder. Staring at the glass of drugs, Kalmar was sorely tempted to pour it out and force Iceland out of addiction before it got too bad.

'Nej, he'll j'st run. I need ta f'nd an'ther way ta keep him h're b'fre I break his add'ction,' Kalmar reminded himself.

Kalmar turned and handed Iceland the glass of drugs, watching as the small nation downed the mixture quickly. Iceland set the glass down and licked his lips. Slowly, his body relaxed and he smiled up at Kalmar.

"I love you, stóri bróðir."

"Ja, I've ya too." Kalmar took the glass back, his decision made. He was going to search through Norway's old spell books until he found one that would make Iceland stay, then he would break the addiction.

A/N: Because Iceland has the volcano(es)(?) it also has plenty of hot springs. Like Yellowstone National Park has Old Faithful!

Drugs can be very addicting. We're not suggesting you try them because of our story. I don't know how that would happen. But, please, don't do them. They can ruin your life.

Kalmar's haunted by the ghosts of his brothers. He loved them so much and he murdered them. Every night he stares at the fire, remembering all the wonderful time he had with his brothers. Atlantis considers this moment "Kalmar's finest" or "behind his façade". Kalmar hides how he truly feels from the world, believing it to be weakness. He has a tendency to act without thinking when he's desperate.