A/N: Since I'm a lazy, I abbreviated Hong Kong to HK. I think I'll keep doing that. Hopefully in here I didn't make Spain too much of a derp~

Language Warning: Contains Romano

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Prussia woke up with a pounding headache. Thanks, Hungary. You and that damn frying pan.

"Probably was jealous of my five meters," he said aloud, and instantly felt better. He pulled out his phone with one hand and dialed. "Hey, West, come bail me out of Austria's house. If I step outside this room, Hungary'll brain me." Then he frowned at it. He'd gotten West's answering machine. That hardly ever happened. He hung up before the message finished and then sighed, walking over the window to gauge the distance to the ground. The darkness made it hard. As he struggled with the sash, his phone rang again.

Ah, it was West, calling to apologize for not picking up. "I'm awesome!" he shouted into it.

"Great," said someone not West dryly. Who was this? Prussia checked the caller-ID. Ah. Estonia. "Have you seen any of the G8 since those explosions?" the un-awesome nation went on.

"What, you mean the G8? Nah."

"They're missing."

"Missing?" exclaimed Prussia. "Now I've got nobody to spring me from room-arrest!"

"This is important," said Estonia fiercely.

"So is getting my awesomely sexy body out of this room! Someone as awesome as me can't be hidden from the general public!"

Estonia sighed. "And what are you going to do about the aliens, then? Kill them with your awesome?"

Prussia was silent, indicating that Estonia had stolen his words.

"We're having a meeting." The blond nation sounded exhasperated.

"Where?"

"The old building."

"Kay! Seeya there!" Prussia jabbed the hang-up icon, wondering why he'd agreed.

"So, should we set up the building?" asked HK as the four of them walked over.

"Set up how?" inquired Estonia. "I just remember that it had the table and then all the lights on."

And once there was food!" said Latvia brightly. "I remember once there was a buffet, with food from all over the world."

"Poland had brought those chocolate-covered marshmallow things, and they were so good..." Lithuania said dreamily. "I sure wish I could have one now..."

"I remember the rainbow cake that America brought that everyone was afraid to eat." said HK.

Estonia laughed. "There were some of England's scones that nobody wanted to touch."

"And there was some of France's food, that stuff was delicious."

"Mm, yeah..."

"Once this is all over, we could ask him for some food," said Lithuania.

"And now I'm hungry," said Latvia.

"I think we're near a restaurant." HK scanned the streets near them, and caught sight of a sign proclaiming "Spain's Tomato Café!" It was an unanimous decision to follow the signs. The meeting still wouldn't be for an hour, and this was close enough that they wouldn't have to run to make it to the meeting they called.

As they neared the Tomato Café, a brown-haired figure ran to the door and waved vigorously at them. "Definitely Spain," said Estonia, as if there were any doubt to the nation's identity.

"Hola!" shouted Spain from the door. "Have you come to eat my food?"

"Yes," said HK.

"Oh, hooray! We don't get much business since the people are afraid of the aliens. Come in!" Spain ushered them in and pointed at the cleanest looking of three tables. "Romano hasn't been cleaning again," he sighed, and pushed crumbs off the edge hastily before practically throwing a menu at them. "Pick something!"

"Ah, I'll have this," said Estonia, pointing at the only item on the menu: Fresh Tomatoes. "Four?" asked Spain, pencil poised to take their orders. "Sure," said Lithuania.

Spain disappeared and came back with Romano in tow. The latter looked bored and annoyed. "Could I interest you in a 'Shut Up' shirt?" Spain asked.

"Um-"

"Look, see how good Romano looks in it?" Romano turned around at the mention of his name. "Hn?"

Spain rambled on. "With four orders of Fresh Tomatoes, you can get a free shirt! Oh, wait, you already ordered four tomatoes. Here, have a free shirt!" He threw the shirt at them, and it landed on Latvia's face. By the time the small nation disentangled himself from it, Spain was in the kitchen, Romano trailing lazily behind.

"That was weird," said HK.

"You said it."

"Well, I'm cold," said Latvia, and tugged the huge shirt over his small frame.

"There's that," said Estonia to no one in particular.

Spain returned with four enormous tomatoes balanced on large plates. With practiced ease, he slid them across the table and then set his elbows on it. "So what brings you over here?"

"Aliens!" said Latvia unspecifically through a mouthful of tomato.

"He means to say we're gonna have a meeting about the aliens," HK clarified. "At the old place. D'you wanna come?"

"There are aliens?" asked Romano, poking his head through the doorway. Lithuania groaned and dropped his head onto the table.

"Go outside and see," said Estonia, who'd took it upon himself to do all the talking.

Romano went outside and looked up. Then he re-entered, flailing his arms. "There are aliens? Since when?"

Lithuania, who'd resumed eating the tomato, facetabled again.

"A day or so." said Estonia.

"Really?"

"Really really. And that's why we called you to ask about the other nations."

"Because of the aliens?"

Lithuania facetabled for the third time.

"Because," continued Estonia patiently, "they've gone missing. You know, they convened a meeting about the aliens and now they're gone."

Romano was silent for a few moments, processing this information. Then he shouted "Hey, Tomato Bastard! Now we know why Veneziano hasn't been coming around! He's missing! Maybe the aliens took him!"

Spain flinched and covered his ears. He was standing right next to Romano, and boy, was he loud.

Again, Lithuania's face met the table. "I think I have a bruise coming," he said, muffled.

Then Romano blanched. "What if they take me, too? Spain, save meee~" He dove under the table the four of them were eating their tomatoes on, upending the whole piece of furniture and knocking over Spain in the process.

While Spain tried to coax Romano out from under the sideways table, the other four sat in various stages of eating for a full thirty seconds before devouring the last bites of tomato. Spain crouched down, pulling on Romano's foot where it stuck out from the table to the tune of several Italian invectives. "So how much did that cost?" asked Lithuania after a moment.

"I knew I shouldn't've let my dumb brother go with that potato bastard! It's his fault my fratello is gone!" Romano screeched.

"Now, now, now," soothed Spain, "Germany isn't that bad."

"YES HE IS!" bellowed Romano. "HE'S FUCKING SCARY AND HE'S GONNA KILL US! HE'S SIDED WITH THE ALIENS!"

"Can we say ten litai?" said Lithuania to the back of Spain's head.

"Why don't you leave without paying?" hissed Estonia.

"Because I have morals." said Lithuania, getting out his wallet.

"Hey, these guys are having a meeting too, aren't they?" Romano stabbed a finger in the general direction of the foursome. "Well here's a news flash for you! I'M NOT GOING TO YOUR FUCKING MEETING, YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME ABDUCTED!"

HK held the door open for Latvia. "We'll be going, then."

As they walked out of the café, Spain shouted "We'll come, but we'll be late!" Which was instantly drowned out by refusals from Romano.

A few blocks away, HK said "That was weird."

"And scary!" added Latvia.

Lithuania turned to the smaller nation to say something, but they turned the corner and his mouth fell open.

"Oh...my..."

For in front of them, solemn under the perpetual alien twilight, was the meeting building. Or what was left of it, anyway.

Great chunks of stone and concrete were cracked and shattered. Broken glass was scattered like dew over the ground. A few lonely spires of wood and plaster reached for the sky, but it was maintained that the building was destroyed.

"What happened to this place?" asked Estonia.

"It looks like the roof was torn off and then dropped back onto the rest of the building." HK began to pick his way through the rubble.

"This-this is terrible," said Latvia rather obviously.

Something in the rubble moved, and they all jumped back, hearts pounding. HK was first to react. "Oh, it's just Gun-Gun!" He held out his arms and the tiny panda crawled into them.

Estonia gave a nervous laugh at being startled by something so innocuous. It was just China's panda. Which led to the question: Where was China? Or the rest of them, for that matter?

HK worked on teasing a scrap of cloth out of the small jaws. "This is part of China's backpack," he said, holding the beige material up to the dull light of a streetlamp. "I recognize it."

Lithuania kicked at a curving sliver of splintered wood and metal. "This looks like it used to be Russia's pickaxe." He tugged it further out of the rubble to study it, noting with distaste the old bloodstains on the haft.

Latvia was distracted by a long gleam. "Isn't this Japan's sword? What's it doing here?"

"What if they're buried?" asked Estonia, and for a time there was nothing but the sound of the nations frantically overturning stones and weakening the already dangerously destabilized structure further. Thankfully, there seemed to be nothing. They sat back and let their sweat cool in the brisk wind.

"So the aliens did this?" asked HK, who hadn't let go of the panda. "Destroyed the building?"

"They may have taken the G8," said Lithuania grimly.

"One thing's for certain," said Latvia, and the others turned to look at him. He shrunk a little under their gaze. "I mean, we're gonna have to get a new building. I went to the park near here once, and there was a big enclosed assembly hall for lecturing or something." He shrugged. "We could go there."

"Lead the way," said Estonia.

The park and the building weren't very far away. They walked to it, after making a sign pointing in the correct direction. The four nations sat under the roof quietly, even as other nations began filing in. They really had called everyone, and the place was full before long. The building's power grid had long blown out, but Estonia managed to rig up some sort of emergency generator that set the lights to filmy and flickering instead of black.

Everyone glanced nervously from face to face, reading emotions and thoughts as if they were off a book. HK, Estonia, and Latvia all turned to Lithuania, and they realized with some surprise they wanted him to lead the meeting.

"So," began Lithuania hesitantly, standing on a chair to make himself seen.. "The G8 probably have been taken by the aliens."

It was a testament to the assembled nations' self control that none of them made a sound louder than a talk. He'd been half expecting them to go into an uproar, seeing how loud and aggravating they usually were. The brunette was pleasantly surprised.

"We want to get them back, right?"

General sounds of agreement. Denmark cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted "OF COURSE WE DO."

"So," Lithuania went on, pushing his hair back nervously, "what can we do?"

And to that, the response was lost in silence.

I feel like I should have you know that when I typed the part where Estonia said, "...and that's why we called you to ask about the other nations," I typed "...to ask about the other tomatoes." Spain is influencing my brain :O