A/N sorry for being so late on the update, I was being inexcusably lazy and couldn't bring myself to type. Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or the nyo! characters. Only Patricia, the boss, Madison, and those people.

Thursday morning, a few nurses and doctors and Patricia (who had insisted on being present) sat in laboratory M discussing proper dosages of the memory drug.

Madison said, "We need to know the correct amount of the drug to give target F, and in what ways to alter it."

"Wel, I think-." Patricia started.

"For the alteration, it needs to include the runaway subjects and possibly the past few days just to make sure," a man with a strip of his black buzzcut dyed teal interrupted. Madison scribbled this down in her notes.

"And the dosage?" Madison asked.

"Because it was recent-," Patricia tried again.

"Only one gram," another nurse answered for her, who sat on the edge of one of the sinks next to a nontainer of syringes.

"No respect," mumbled Patricia, though it was loud enough for the others to hear.

A doctor with a snow-white goatee and hair to match said, "When should his injection be scheduled?"

"It would be most convenient to schedule him with the other targets," Madison answered. "For that reason, we should put him with them in their containment cells."

Of course, Patricia was the one to protest this. "The others don't know he is here," she said. "They could plan something if they got in touch with him."

The white-haired man said, "There is no way they would be able to think of some elaborate plan if they only saw him for a few hours." The others in the room agreed with him, nodding their heads, both because they thought it was a good idea and because they wanted to disagree with Patricia.

"Besides," Madison added, "It's quite an inconvenience to keep target F in one random locked room across the building. It less organized. You want to put everyone together for efficiancy," she said.

Everyone but Patricia nodded.

"Then it is settled," the man withe the teal strip of hair said. "We will move Target F today at, say, 5:00 P.M., after we have done final tests on him.

Another boring day locked in cells passed by. Emily wished she had a harmonica to complete the 'depressed prisoners' scene. She supposed she should be greatful that it was boring rather than frightening and painful, but she still was sick of sitting and staring at the clock. The highlights of the day were being brought soup for meals. Why always soup?!

Much later in the day, they all heard a commotion outside of the door. Emily glanced once again at the numbers glowing in the dim atmosphere. It was 4:56. They had already gone through last-minute calculations, tests, and blood-drawings, so they had no idea what would happen next.

The door opened and in walked two irritated looking guards dragging a man with shoulder-length blonde hair.

"Francis!" Arthur gasped.

Before Francis could respond, the guards opened a cell door across from the others and shoved him harshly inside before locking it back up. They gruffly strode back out of the room and slammed the door behind them. Francis chuckled.

"What did you do to them?" Alfred asked. "They looked like they wanted to punch something."

"Oh, Alfred, you are here, too? Oui, I insulted them very much and I did not make it easy for them to get me in here."

"How long have you been here?" Maria asked.

"A few days. They caught me back at the hotel." He shook his head. "Anyway, Arthur, have you figured out the files?"

"Yes," he said. "As it turns out, these ladies are actually personifications like us."

Francis raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Emily is America's sister, Alice is my sister, and Maria is Prussia's sister."

Francis was silent from shock until Emily asked, "So you're like the personification of France?"

"Yes, that is true. How did you know?"

"Your accent I guess."

"Anyway," Arthur interrupted, "we have a plan to get us all out of here."

Arthur explained the plan to Francis, and after he had finished, Francis smiled and said, "That is very clever."

Right then, one of the workers brought their dinner: soup. They talked until it was nearly ten o'clock before going to sleep. Maria stared at the address written on her hand until she had memorized it, just to be sure, before allowing herself to fall asleep.

Arthur woke himself up at 8:30. He looked to the cell on his right; Alice was sleeping peacefully. Looking to his left, he saw Maria laying on her back, eyes open and staring at the ceiling, just thinking. Not wanting to startle her, he quietly said, "Maria."

She glanced over at him and gave him a thumbs up with one hand and an unconvincing smile.

He knew she was pretty nervous, so he told her, "You'll do great!"

She sighed and moved her head so she was looking up at the ceiling one more.

He tried again, "You will probably get to meet your brother."

She perked up. "Seriously?!"

"Yes. He usually comes to the meetings even when he doesn't need to."

Alice stirred and blinked, her eyes focusing. She was extremely glad that her glasses hadn't fallen off and that she still had them. She sat up and said, "Are we ready?"

Arthur answered, "I suppose as ready as we'll ever be."

Alice looked around and saw the others were still sleeping. "Should we wake them?"

"...I think we can let them sleep," he responded. He hesitated before saying, "Listen, there's...something I want to try."

"I'm listening," Alice said.

"If we connect our powers, we can each be twice as powerful when we teleport Maria. We might be able to improve accuracy enough to put her right into Patricia's car."

"That's amazing!" Alice said. "Let's try it."

Maria clutched the car keys tightly and stood. "Let's get this done."

"Take my hand, Alice!" Their fists connected and together, the two reunited siblings casted a spell which shot a bright beam of light at Maria. As soon as it touched her, it seemed to engulf her and then both the light and Maria disappeared.

"D-did it work?" Alice asked, who had clamped a hand over her eyes.

"Yes!" Arthur said. Alice sighed in relief. Arthur then said, "But she isn't safe yet. She needs to get away from the building first."

Maria opened her eyes and cheered when she saw she was in Patricia's car. The interior was covered in cheetah print, but at least she knew for a fact that this was the correct car. She jammed the key into the ignition and revved the engine. Soon, she was backing out into the parking lot and cruising toward the guards.

Oh, the guards. Yikes. She slammed on the brakes, causing a car behind her to swerve around her.

After searching the backseat for a few minutes, she victoriously hauled up a tube of bright red lipstick, blue eyeshadow, makeup remover (thank god), and, scarily, a brown wig.

She forced herself to put it all on. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror and almost cried.

I look disgusting. Then, she realized with a grin, No, I look like Patricia!

Maria drove the little car up to the guards and, taking a chance, rolled down the window. Grimacing at the horrible makeup, they waved her through, maybe just so they wouldn't have to look at her face. She did a little victory dance as she drove away from the building. She traveled through a forest and then onto a main road. It took her half an hour to get to London, but once she saw the giant ferris wheel in the distance, she was reassured that she was going in the right direction and soon found her way to the address on her hand.

Maria parked in a 'reserved parking' space outside the World Meeting Place. She was frozen to her seat, her hands still gripping the wheel. How the Hell am I going to do this? What will make them believe me? She countered to herself, Just go for it! Unfortunately, her thoughts sounded bolder than her actions; she shook as she stepped out of the car. My brother is in there! She walked to the front door. She opened it and climbed the stairs before her to the second level. There was a hallway with several doors on either side. As she walked, she heard noise coming from one room: behind the last door on her left side.

She stopped outside it and thought of knocking, but remembered how urgent this was. And what if they locked the door on her? With a deep breath, she turned the handle and pushed open the door.

A/N I'm sorrrryyyyyy! XD Next chapter will be up soon, so don't be too mad.

Oh, and for those of you who didn't catch it, when Arthur and Alice teleported Maria, it was structured like the epic brofist in HetaOni.

You're welcome.

I don't own HetaOni.