As soon as the initial shock of the disappearance had worn off everyone at the meeting was talking loudly, spreading rumors and gossiping about the news of Italy. Canada just sat in his chair, petting Kumahina looking around at the frenzied crowd.
The Nordics had clustered and were talking in their own languages trying to create a plan so they don't end up like Italy, Sweden proposed that they put maximum security around Finland yet everyone else in the cluster objected.
Canada's own family had gone off to some other corner and were arguing until one would pay attention to the other.
"I'm merely saying that frogs will be an was target, I mean you failed to escape those color seeking weapons, so I don't see why this is any different." England was smirking, America was laughing and France was glaring.
"I would have thought that whoever was kidnapping nations would go for the lightweight first~" Now England was the one glaring. America put his arms around both their shoulders "C'mon guys! I'm the hero, and I'm not gonna let anyone else get kidnapped!"
England quickly shrugged America off his shoulder while France tried to take advantage of the situation. England whacked both of them around the head.
"Honestly America, how many times must I tell you that it is not gonna but going to!" France was the one to answer "Until he listens to you Mon Ami."
England rolled his eyes and went off to go join his friends from magic club; Norway and Romania. France and America dispersed and went their own directions.
America went and chatted with Japan while France went off to talk to Spain and Prussia who was, for some reason at the world meeting, perhaps Germany had asked him to come along. Canada, having no one to talk to decided to go outside to the streets of New York and try to find some maple syrup, though he doubted anything he found would be authentic.
He made his way downstairs with only one person bumping into him, having not seen him, it was a young woman though she had white wispy hair that could have resembled Prussia's if Prussia grew his hair out. The woman glared at Canada as she past "Watch where you're going young man." She snarled.
He was shocked, who was she calling young? He was hundreds of years old! Though something about the way she spoke made her aura seem dignified and old... She glared with one blue eye and one green eye, the blue rippling like a stormy sea and her green eye waving like long grass in the wind, he was captivated by her eyes until she slapped him and stalked off towards the café on that level of the New York world meeting center.
He watched her long white dress twirling like a hurricane around her legs until he remembered his goal for maple syrup. Then he left the world meeting center and stepped out into the rainy New York rain, something felt wrong.
Something felt extremely wrong... Canada looked up at the sky, trying to figure out why something felt wrong in the bottom of his stomach.
Then he saw it. His eyes widened as he spotted it. "W-what?" As he looked up the sky had become a color one could only describe as black with the exception of lighting causing the whole sky to turn completely white for a moment.
This isn't what startled the poor Canadian, what absolutely terrified him was that the wind had started picking up into a funnel formation, a sure fire indication that a hurricane was starting to form. Canada looked around trying to figure out how big this thing was going to be. That was when he noticed the second odd thing.
This was only forming over the world meeting center. Everywhere else Canada could only see clear blue skies with perhaps one tiny cloud and the sun shining brightly.
Then the third odd thing whacked him in the head with a shockingly high kick. Canada fell to the floor at the impact, he knew that was going to bruise... He looked up to see who his assailant was but had to squint against the bright sunlight. His jaw dropped as a black storm cloud drifted behind the figure, giving Canada a better view of the person. He spoke quieter than usual, a Canada whisper "I-Italy?!"