I don't own Hetalia or Mucha Lucha. I only own Atlantis and King Cyril.
Romano and Italy burst through the door and he takes in the scene. The countries are huddled in a group near the door. America and England are in the front. America is looking at the scene with worry in his eyes. England is on his knees picking up some ice shards off the ground. Japan is in a stance, prepared in case of a sudden attack. Russia's dark, purple aura is out as he fingers his pipe. The other countries are still in shock at the chaotic scene.
There are several dents in the walls. Smelly toilet water is spilled all over the floor. A mirror is cracked and the pieces are underneath the sink. Atlantis' golden crown lay on its side half way across the restroom. Hundreds of ice shards are scattered in the area in front of the toilet stall nearest to the door. Italy shudders, remembering that stall is where he first encountered the toilet. England stands up from his place. America looks at him with a questioning glance, he asks, "Well, what happened Iggy?" The Englishman dusts himself and everyone in the room puts their full attention on him. England narrows his eyes and glares at the American. He seems to decide to drop it (for only this time) and puts his attention on the crime scene again.
England puts his detective skills to the test. He gestures towards the water. "Judging by the angles of the water, Atlantis was standing right….here." England takes a step in a small circle of dry tiles facing the first stall with his back against the urinal nearly touching him. He continues on with his analysis. "She was attacked with what appears to be a hose in three different directions, the front, left, and right." Italy looks more closely at the water. Paying closer attention, he notices that there's three different paths of water aiming for the circle.
Switzerland narrows his eyes "Who carries three hoses into a restroom? And why didn't she notice the man standing next to the stall?" He points to the empty area next to the stall. "She should have seen him standing there."
England sighs in irritation. "I'm not sure. It's the only logical explanation. Squirt guns would not have enough force and water to create this trail."
England steps away from the dry spot and scratches his chin in thought. "He could have been standing behind the door when she entered."
England continues with his lecture and points towards the stall. "It's very likely she was first attacked by someone in this stall before being ambushed by two others on both sides." Italy freezes. The possibility of the toilet having more friends scares him. "Atlantis seemed to have had an object to block all three directions. This spot looks completely dry." The former pirate walks back to the circle and taps his foot in the small, dry area.
Japan takes a step forward. "What about the ice, England-san?" England frowns for a moment. He looks at the ice shard in his hand. "I'm not sure. I find it a tad strange for ice to be lying around here." Italy walks over to the fallen crown and picks it up. He glances at it sadly as he recalls Atlantis wearing it before she left the meeting room. He knows she treasures this crown. She would never leave it behind. He keeps a firm grip on it. He'll return it to her when they find her.
Spain perks up. "I say we find the señorita right now!" Some of the countries agree to his statement. Prussia shakes his head. "How do we know if she's still in the building now? She's a country; she'll be able to escape herself." America's face fills with anger. He gets in Prussia's face.
"The first two hours is the most crucial in kidnapping cases." America looks about ready to punch Prussia in the face until France speaks up.
"Amerique is right for once. We need to rescue Atlantis right now." Almost everyone in the restroom gapes at him. He looks so serious right now! France continues on. "Atlantis' boss is a very…..paranoid man."
France rubs his chin in thought. "I recently met him last week..."
Atlantis is coming over to his home to finish their trade agreement. France prepares a cake for the both of them to enjoy. As he finishes putting the last touches for their 'romantic dinner', the doorbell rings. He quickly places the eating utensils and goes to the door.
He opens the door and sees Atlantis and her elderly boss standing there. He raises a brow at her boss' presence. She looks embarrassed and gives a sheepish smile.
Her boss narrows his eyes. "Are you not going to invite your guests in? What a rude host." France keeps his composure at his rude comment. Atlantis lightly hisses and nudges her boss. "King Cyril, you're the rude one."
The king huffs and gives France the let-us-in-already-you-horrible-host look. France's right eye twitches and he invites them inside. King Cyril regally walks in with his staff. Atlantis gives a slight bow. "I apologize, France. My boss has been acting strangely lately. He forced me to bring him along." She whispers so King Cyril can't hear them.
France smiles and pulls her into a hug. "It's okay Atlantis, I know how some bosses are." Atlantis blushes in embarrassment. She tries to squirm from his tight grip.
"A-HA! I KNEW IT!"
France and Atlantis jump at King Cyril's loud voice. Atlantis stutters. "L-Look I can explain-" The elder interrupts and rapidly converses with her in Atlantean. She boils in anger and wags her finger at him. He screams back.
France, seeing the argument escalating, pulls them apart. "Let's stop arguing and eat the delicious dinner I made.
They drop the argument and follow him to the dining room.
They are sitting around a round table ready for desert. The trade agreement hasn't been going well. Whenever he and Atlantis tried to wrap it up, King Cyril would interrupt saying he didn't like it.
France wants to use the cake to distract King Cyril long enough to quickly finish the trade agreement. He had noticed that he was eyeing the cake the entire time. France grabs the long knife next to the cake and as he's about to slice the cake, he sees King Cyril watching in suspense.
Suddenly, King Cyril screams out, "Atlantis, kill him! He's trying to assassinate me!"Atlantis slams her hands on the table. "For the last time, he's not trying to kill you!"
"I'm too late! The pervert already seduced you!"
"He did not!"
"Don't listen to his smooth words! He's trying to kill you too!"
"No he's not!"
France finishes retelling his experience with King Cyril. All the countries were still trying to grasp the king's strange actions. "Atlantis told me afterwards King Cyril wanted to tag along because he thought I was trying to seduce and kill her to steal all her country's resources. Especially the gold." France rubs his fingers over his chin. He adds in an after thought. "She also told me she had to eat the food first because he thought I poisoned it."
Romano was the first to react. "Crazy bastard." Hums of agreement resonate throughout the restroom.
"Judging by the king's reactions, he would jump to the conclusion we all killed Atlantis….." Calmly replies Russia. Japan continues the statement. "And we are after her country's resources." A heavy silence plagues them.
Prussia waves off their thoughts. "What's that old coot gonna do? It's not like anyone will believe his conspiracy theories."
"They're right, brother. It'll become an international incident with our bosses. Our bosses would fear the possibility that people can overcome countries," says Germany. "Besides, even though she's last, we need her to finish her presentation."
Japan catches everyones attention. "We have until tommorrow morning to locate her." The countries stare at him. "Our bosses expect us to finish today and leave for home tomorrow morning."
Germany adds his input. He looks at his watch. "It's seven-fifty right now. We have 12 hours to find Atlantis before our bosses become suspicious."
Spain smiles. He stops chewing on his churro. "That's plenty of time. We'll be able to find her quickly. The kidnappers couldn't have gotten far." Mummers of agreement fill the room.
Italy gathers his voice and speaks up. "The scary toilet got her Germany!" Germany face palms and sighs. "Italy! Now is not the time for-"
Suddenly, a scream and trashing from down the hallway pierces the silence.
Oh no! Who's the one who screamed this time? Find out in the next chapter of The Masked Toilet Incident.