Now here's chapter three. :D Please fav and review.
The countries in the bathroom quickly scramble into action. They storm into the long hallway and follow the screaming. Romano drags Italy along as they run.
Romano glares at him. "Run faster fratello, I want to see the stupido criminal caught in the act." Italy whimpers. He didn't want to see anymore scary toilets, but no one believes him.
America, who is leading the 'charge,' shouts, "Hurry up dudes, I think the screaming is coming from the meeting room." England screams, "We're running as fast as we can, you git!"
Germany runs ahead of the group and makes it to the end of the hallway. He makes it to the meeting room's oak doors and kicks in the door. The screams sound louder than before. He stays standing at the door.
The group quickly catches up with him. Prussia grabs Germany's shoulder. "West, why are you just stand-" Prussia stares into the room in shock. France wraps his arms around their shoulders. "Mon amis, why are you blocking the door?"
Italy peeks over all of their shoulders and whips out his flag. "Please don't kill me! I'm a virgin. You wouldn't kill a virgin, would you?"
Inside the room, it looks like a hurricane tore through the room. The table is destroyed and what is left of the chairs was thrown all over the room. The flags on the walls are in tatters. Spain's flag is in the worst shape. It is soggy and has graffiti on it.
In the corner of the room are four aggressive toilets and a urinal. Only one toilet is wearing a red and green mask. One of the toilets was giving Poland a Swirly while another one had Poland's feet under its lid.
Poland cries and flaps his arms, "Is that, like, you guys? Like save me from these evil toilets!"
His cry snaps the men into action. Germany, Prussia, and France clear the doorway for the other countries to get inside. America barges in, hand gun ready to fire. Three toilets stand in a horizontal line and blasts the American with toilet water.
America's eyes widen as he ducks to the floor. "Duck!" Sadly, it left Spain, who is behind America, to get hit with the blasts. He gets a direct hit and stumbles to ground. His back hits the ground and he groans in pain.
The toilets holding Poland haughtily walks towards the bookcase behind them. The toilet holding Poland's head slams its lid on his head. Poland body slumps into unconsciousness.
Germany grips his whip on his side. "Prussia, let's save Poland." Prussia and Germany charge towards the toilets holding Poland hostage when, all of a sudden, they're hit with a large array of toilet plungers and other cleaning products. Prussia is pushed into his brother and they fall onto the ground in an undignified heap.
Switzerland fires his shotgun at the toilet on the left. The bullet harmlessly bounces off of it. The toilet lifts its lid up and down, mocking him. Switzerland angrily fires more rounds but it doesn't seem to be doing any damage. He growls in frustration. "My bullet's aren't doing anything!"
Russia pulls out his pipe. "Japan, team up with me da?" Japan nods in agreement.
Russia and Japan team up to take the masked toilet head on. Both toilets gushes gallons at water at the duo. Russia is slowed down by the water, but he fights against the current. His scary aura appears and he starts whispering his 'kolkolkols."
Japan leaps over the blasts with grace. He brings his sword down on the toilet wearing the mask. The masked toilet simply upchucked large soap bars at his face and legs. Japan goes flying onto the table scaps.
England does battle with the urinal. He blasts it with a lightning spell, sending it flying into the wall next to the bookcase.
The masked toilet tosses a white ball in front of the countries and it explodes into a huge bubbly mess.
The tall urinal uses the last of its energy to help the two toilets with reaching over and pressing a hidden button. The bookcase opens a hidden passageway. The toilet holding Poland's legs kicks the urinal into the passageway. The hidden entrance closes silently when all the toilets escape through it.
The countries try to regroup from the bubble blast.
France yells, "If you're alive, say I!" A bunch of "I" is mumbled throughout the room. The room clears up and reveals the countries trying to help the others to their feet.
Romano bends down to aid Spain but refuses to help him up. Romano scrunches his nose in disgust. "You smell terrible, tomato bastard."
One of the toilets had hosed Spain with disgustingly brown water. Spain gives a weak smile. "You think so, my little tomato?" Romano fumes. "Don't call me that, tomato bastard!"
America leans over the table scrap and helps Japan to his feet. "Are you okay Japan?" Japan lets go of America's hand and says, "Hai, America-san."
England yells at France. "Why didn't you help fight, frog!" France flips his hair. "I didn't want to ruin my hair, of course." England lunges and holds him in a choke hold.
"We needed all the help we could get you bloody frog!"
Italy puts away his flag and spots a torn slip of paper near a table leg. He picks it up and stares sadly at it. It was a drawing of a woman wearing the latest polish fashion.
"This must have been the drawing Poland was working on when we left to rescue Atlantis, ve."
Germany screams, "Everyone shut up, we're going to hold an emergency meeting now and everyone needs to pay attention."
Italy lets the paper flutter to the ground. He joins the other countries forming a circle since there are no usable chairs at the moment.
"First Atlantis, and now Poland, ve. Who knows what those scary toilets are going to do next."
Sorry for the late update. School came up and I was too busy on my other story Adapting to Modern Times.