When I woke up my arms were still wrapped around Poland. To my surprise, Poland's arms were also wrapped around me. When I opened my eyes, I found his face right in front of me. He was smiling and staring right at me.

"You must have been like really scared last nigh. You were like totally clinging to me really tight. I like couldn't even get out when I woke up," he said smiling.

I could feel myself blush. I took my arms off of him and unwrapped his from me. "I-I w-wasn't scared!" Why did that sound like a lie? He was the one that was scared last night. What was I so afraid of?

I crawled out of the tiny pink tent. The sun was already high in the sky. Poland followed after me and stated stretching his arms and legs.

"It's already this late…we should get going, Poland."

"Whatever you say, Liet!"

The lane up to Romano's house was surrounded by green. Tomato vines were everywhere. The house had a large porch that wrapped around the entire house providing a spectacular view of the tomato fields

The double doors of the hose had something taped on them. There were two notes addressed to both Poland and me. One had messy, angry letter. The other had more of a lazy, flowing style.

I might as well get this over with. I opened up the angry note first.

"Dear Sissy-boys,

GO THE FUCK AWAY!

Un-cordially,

Romano

P.S. Go get a haircut."

"What does it say?" Poland said, trying to read the letter. I simply handed the note to him. It was easier to explain that way.

"No way! My hair looks fabulous long!" he said flipping his hair over his shoulder. "And yours looks amazing, too. Like what does the other one say?"

I was kind of confused by the second letter. Since Italy had gone to live with Germany, I had just assumed that Romano lived alone. It would be out of character for him to write two letters. Who could this one be from?

"Dear Poland and Lithuania,

I'm sorry for all the letters, but Romano and I are unavailable at the moment. Italy had called us and told us what you were looking for. That tomato box that you were looking for got burned to ashes some time ago. Romano tells me that the thing that lived there had left some time before that, so you might still have a chance. I would suggest going to see England. He's the origin of all this craziness of course. He won't want to talk to you about it, so I'll help you out a bit. Enclosed in this letter, I've placed a certain set of pictures. Once you show England these, he should do anything that you want, but proceed with the utmost caution. You're heading into dangerous territory. I wish you luck!

Sincerelly,

España

P.S. I'm sorry for Romano's letter. He's still a bit crabby."

España? Spain? I didn't know Romano was living with Spain again. I handed the letter to Poland and thumbed through the pictures included in the envelope.

"I have no idea what is going on. Spain of all people says that the box was burned up a while ago and something with England."

Poland eagerly read the letter and nodded every once in a while. I expected him to be a bit more disappointed about the news. I returned my attention back to the photos. These pictures were odd. The main subject seemed to be England, but he looked unconscious. England in a burlap sac. England in nothing but a half apron. England still in said apron tied to a chair on a raft floating in the middle of a lake. England far off in the distance on the lake with a large cannon pointing right him. This picture was bit different. England wasn't the only one in the picture. In addition to him there was a man and a woman. The man I recognized as Romano. He was flicking off the camera, but he had a wide smile on his face. His other hand was wrapped around the waist of the woman, who looked equally as happy. Both of her arms were wrapped around Romano. This girl…it couldn't have been Spain, could it? She looked a lot like him, but I knew Spain was a man. He was at least.

"Why is Spain a girl?" I said indicating to the picture. "Stop hiding it from me, Poland. What exactly are we looking for?"

"We're looking for a fairy."

I didn't get much after him after that. With this new bit of information, Poland was eager to get to England's house. There weren't very many things that Poland wasn't going to talk about, so if he didn't want to talk about a fairy that just happened to turn boys into girls, I wasn't going to make him.

Since England was on an island, we took a boat to get there. The sea air whipped my hair around my face. Maybe I really did need to cut my hair. Poland saw me, and skipped over to where I was. His life vest was bright pink, different from the standard orange. He gathered my hair in the back and braided it out of the way.

"Thanks, Poland."

"Like no problem, broski. You like look way better this way, too."

He prattled on about these shoes that were on some girl he saw last week.

England's house wasn't far from the shore. The weather here in England was a lot different than it was at Romano's house. It was sunny there. Here the sky was covered in dreary clouds Rather than tomatoes, England's house had elaborate gardens. Hedges and bushes here trimmed into various shapes. When we got to the door, a butler who led us inside greeted us. The walls of the house were white and boring. The only sounds to be heard were the ones of our feet on the cold marble floor.

We were led to the room where England was. He was sitting at a small table with a teacup in hand.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting company today. Care for a scone?" He might have said that but there was tea set up for three. He motioned for us to sit with him at the table. Poland sat down next to me, and took a sip of the allotted tea. He picked up a cookie, nibbled on it a bit and made a face. He set it back down.

"Uh no thanks, we actually came here to ask you about something."

"We want the fairy," Poland said, straight to the point.

England's welcome melted away. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're going on about. I am in acquaintance with a lot of fairies. You'll have to be more specific. In no means does that mean I'll tell you anything, of course."

Poland was in full control of this conversation. All I could do was sit back and watch it play out.

"This certain fairy lived in a tomato box until recently. Where is she?"

England slightly winced at the mention of tomato. "Now I really don't want to tell you. I think you've overstayed your visit. Please leave!" England stood up and started to walk away from the table. This wasn't going well.

"Wait!" I said, finally broken out of my reverie. I held up a picture. This one had England practically naked, covered in tomatoes. England's face went stark white and then flushed as brightly as the tomatoes.

"Damn you, Spain. What do you want in order to stay quiet?" he muttered angrily. His humongous brows crunching together.

"Tell us what you know about the tomato box fairy." I said. I had him cornered.

"Alright. I'll tell you what I know, which despite what you may think is not much. That particular fairy wasn't really a fairy, but one of my flying mint bunnies with a spell. I sent her to Spain in order to make Spain miserable. Once she had done that, her assignment was supposed to wear out. However, she kept on having to use the magic on more and more people, each spell getting more and more powerful. She hasn't been back home since I sent her away."

"So you don't know where she is?"

"If she's not at the tomato box, then no, I don't. That's all you'll get from me, so that's enough of the unwarranted interrogation.

The butler escorted both Poland and I off of the premises.

"I'm sorry Poland. It looks like this whole thing was for nothing."

"Oh, you're not out of this yet," Poland said. His face was still serious.

"What do you mean? Even England didn't know where to find this fairy that's so important to you."

"There's one other person who keeps track of fairies besides England," Poland said. The smile returned to his face. "We're going to Norway!"