I feel so bad neglecting to update this fic. I set aside some of my free time to work on this chapter.

When the nations finally quiet down, Germany speaks. "As you all know, we've been attacked by…..toilets."

France exclaims, "Did you see what those toilets did to Poland? Those freaks gave him a swirly and kidnapped him at the same time! They're plain cruel."

Romano shouts, "How the hell can toilets move like that! It must be animatronics crap." Some murmurs of agreement fill the room. Italy is not too sure about that. He doesn't voice his objection, though. Romano would yell at him for sure if he did.

America stutters, "T-The toilets are haunted by ghosts! This building must have been built on an ancient Native-American burial ground and they're trying to kill us in revenge." Italy shivers. That made more sense. The scary ghosts must be angry at them for trespassing on their graves.

England rubs his chin. "The aggressive toilets would explain the water on the floor. Using hoses in a restroom doesn't make much sense."

France adds in his thoughts. "Atlantis was ambushed by toilets when she went to find out what made Italy so scared." Italy feels guilty all over again. If only he hadn't cried about his ordeal. Then Atlantis wouldn't have been kidnapped by evil toilets.

America yells at England, "Dude, this is all your fault. If you weren't into your creepy voodoo magic, Poland and Atlantis would still be here. You pissed off the evil spirits."

England snaps. "It's black magic, you idiot! No one believes in my magic, yet whenever something magical happens, it's automatically my fault!"

Germany screams, "Everyone shut up! We'll get to the bottom of this. We don't have time to waste. We have to find the missing countries before our bosses find out." Germany turns to him. "Italy, you mentioned after you returned to the presentations you were attacked by toilets."

Italy rapidly nods. "Si. But I was only attacked by the toilet wearing the mask."

Switzerland adds in, "Should we consider the masked toilet as being the ringleader? None of the other toilets are wearing anything to seperate them from other regular toilets."

Russia smoothes out the bumps on his pipe, lovingly. "Da, it could be possible."

Japan glances at his watch. "It's nine-twenty. I recommend we start the search now."

Prussia does a fist pump into the air. "Hell yeah! Let's rescue fashion freak and Sea cow."

England rubs his face in irritation. "Do you seriously still call Atlantis that horrid nickname, Prussia?"

Prussia grins. "Yeah, she's a cow who lives under the sea~" It's a logical explanation to Prussia, but to Italy and the other countries, it doesn't make sense at all. Italy is surprised no one is arguing about Prussia calling Poland a fashion freak. But then again, it is kinda true.

"Everyone agrees on something, ve. That's a start. Even though calling him a fashion freak is mean."

Germany holds up his hand. "Okay, we're going to be split up into three groups; two groups of four and one group of three. We need to explore the entire building quickly to find them. Staying in one huge group will take more time than in smaller groups."

The German continues. "It is vital we do not stray from our assigned group. There is power in numbers." Italy hopes he gets to be in a group with Germany. He feels safer with the strong German around.

Germany points at Spain. "The first group is Spain, France, Switzerland, and Romano."

Romano protests "I don't want to be with tomato bastard." Spain glomps the Italian. "Don't worry my little tomato. I'll make sure nothing harms you." Romano screams for Spain to get off of him, but the Spaniard refuses to.

Switzerland just casually cleans his shot gun, glaring at France, as if he's daring him to try anything.

Germany assigns the second group. "The second group is Russia, America, and Japan."

America grins as he wraps an arm around Japan. "Isn't it great, Japan, my sidekick? I'm going to save the damsels in distress." Japan looks uncomfortable with America in his personal space. He moves away from America's grip. "H-Hai."

Russia looks dissatisfied with his group. "Are all groups final?" Germany nods. His smile falters for a bit, but it quickly comes back. "Don't slow me down American pig."

America glares. "I wouldn't dream of it, commie bastard."

Germany announces the last group. "The last group is Italy, Prussia, England, and myself." Italy cheers as he hugs Germany. He's so happy he gets to be in a group with him. He doesn't have to be stuck with creepy Russia or anyone else.

"Ve~ Let's stick together Germany." The German sighs in frustration.

Prussia perks up. "Oooh, we should have team names! We're Team Awesome."

"Boodly hell no. Team Flying Mint Bunny is our name."

"Ve~ Can we be Team Pasta Germany?"

America whines, "No fair. I want a team name too. We'll be Team Avengers."

Russia says, "I refuse to be a part of any American hero team."

Spain pulls a tomato out of nowhere. "We'll be Team Tomato."

"Non, Team Sexy Men."

Germany screams, "Everyone shut up and agree on your childish team names already!"

After hush discussions in the groups, they (finally) agreed on team names.

Romano's group's name is Team Sexy Tomatoes. It took a bribe of a hundred tomatoes to convince Romano to agree. As for Switzerland, he didn't give a damn. The Swiss said he just wanted to shoot the toilets.

The second group agreed on Team Koi Fish. Russia and America had refused to go by any team names the other suggested. Japan had to come up with a name himself to get them to agree. He admitted he picked the first word that came to mind, besides anime.

The last team name is Team Awesome Flying Pasta. Prussia wanted the team name to have awesome in it, Italy wanted pasta to be included, and England demanded to have his 'imaginary' friend Flying Mint Bunny as the team name. Germany settled their arguing with one word from each country's idea to the name. (Much to England's disappointment.)

Italy likes the name. (Even though it sounds strange.) But it's the thought that counts.

Germany brings the attention back to him. "Does everyone have their cell phones?" Everyone says yes. "Good. We'll communicate the clues and missing countries we find."

Germany gestures Team Awesome Flying Pasta to follow him. "It's time to split up. Our search starts now." Italy happily follows Germany like a loyal dog. The Italian hopes they can find Poland and Atlantis on time. He doesn't want Atlantis' crazy boss to get him in trouble.

You're probably wondering why I have Italy, Romano, and Japan in the characters section. No, I didn't put it there so people's search results will bring up this fic. The real reason is that I will make chapters switching between each group. I want to give each Hetalian some screen time.

The point of view of each group will be mainly Italy, Romano, and Japan. The point of view may change from the character section for certain reasons.

In case you guys want to look back and remember who's on whose team:

Team Sexy Tomatoes: Romano, Spain, France, and Switzerland.

Team Koi Fish: Russia, America, and Japan.

Team Awesome Flying Pasta: Germany, Italy, Prussia, and England.

Which team is your favorite? :D

There is a purpose for choosing which countries makes it in this fic and placing these countries into certain groups. I didn't pick a bunch of countries and shove them into this fic.