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What is going on?
Only eight nations had agreed to return to Russia. All of the others had believed it was a hoax. Egypt, Cyprus, Turkey, Greece, Cuba, Belarus and Ukraine had filed into the meeting room at ten o'clock. A strange man had joined them, claiming to be a nation. He was at least seven feet tall with skin paler than Prussia, snowy hair, and entirely pearly eyes.
The nations grew restless when Russia did not appear after twenty minutes.
"Who's the new guy?" Greece asked. He was annoyed at being dragged to a meeting with Turkey in it. The strange "nation" regarded Greece coldly.
"I am Antarctica," he said in an icy voice. No one spoke, shocked with what they had heard.
"But I thought Antarctica was a continent," Ukraine said. She looked as though she was about to cry for not knowing about Antarctica.
"I am inhabited by scientists. Not many people live there." A penguin squawked at the continent, annoyed with the warm temperature of the room. No one had the heart, or the guts, to tell the icy continent that he was not technically a nation.
The doors to the meeting room swung open on squeaky hinges and Russia strode in, his faucet pipe gripped in one hand.
"Privet," he stopped at the table where the nations sat. "Thank you for returning. And thank you for joining us, Antarctica."
"You are welcome," Antarctica said coolly. "You did say this could affect the whole world. I had to come and help."
"Da, it will affect us all. I have terrible news," Russia said grimly.
"What is it, big brother?" Belarus asked and Russia winced, knowing what was coming next. "I can help you and then we can get married!" She looked hopeful at the thought. Russia shivered and shook his head.
"Net, everyone must help me with this."
"But, big brother-" Ukraine covered her little sister's mouth with a hand, cutting off the sentence.
"Please continue, Russia." She smiled at her little brother. Russia nodded his thanks then took a deep breath.
"You have all noticed that Little America has gone missing, da?" he asked.
"Sí," Cuba leaned back in his chair, tugging at his dreadlocks. "I haven't had any problems with el hijo de puta for a couple of days. It's been nice." Russia gave Cuba a small smile and the Hispanic nation shivered.
"You may not like what are going to hear," Russia told him. "Denmark, Norway, and Sweden kidnapped America after the world meeting and got away with it because apparently none of the security guards in my country thought it would be a good idea to check inside large, suspicious boxes." Russia looked annoyed with this bit of information. "They then kidnapped Canada and Iceland, and now China and Hong Kong."
"¿Qué?" Cuba fell backward in shock when his chair tilted too far back. "¡Maldita!" he swore from the ground. Russia looked unimpressed with the Hispanic nation.
"Da, I have no doubt in my mind that they will strike again."
"Who do ya think they'll go after?" Turkey asked worriedly as Cuba fixed his chair and sat back down. "Not all of are that important, are we? Why'd they kidnap Iceland? He's small and weak, he's no threat."
"Da, but he is their brother. Does anyone know where Little Finland is?" Russia asked. The small of group of nations was quiet for a moment. Antarctica looked uninterested, stroking his penguin soothingly. The doors swung open again and everyone turned to watch as the Asian nations filed into the room with Mr. Puffin. Japan stopped and bowed to Russia.
"We are sorry for being late, Russia-san," he said.
"Privet, it is alright." Russia tried to smile reassuringly. "I just told them the bad news."
"Oh, good." The Asian nations sat themselves around the table.
"What are we going to do, da-ze?" Korea whimpered. Turkey ignored the question.
"Do any of ya know where Finland is?" he asked.
"Yes!" Taiwan leapt from her seat, waving her hand. "I saw him leaving with Estonia after the last world meeting. Maybe he's still there."
"Good, I will look into that with my sisters' help." Russia looked to Belarus and Ukraine. Ukraine smiled and nodded while Belarus' eyes lit with hope. Agent Orlov stepped into the meeting room, knocking on the door. Russia turned to her.
"Forgive me for interrupting, Godspodin Russia," the agent shifted the pile of papers in her arms.
"Da, what is it?"
"There have been several disturbances at the American-Mexican border spotted. We cannot tell what is happening." Russia cocked his head in thought.
"Da? I will take Cuba with me to check on it. Spasibo." Agent Orlov nodded and moved to stand in a corner.
"¿Qué, why me?" Cuba demanded angrily. "Why should I help the brat out?"
"If the Nordics could catch Little America than they can catch all of us. And who is to say they will not do so? You are going to help me, da?" Russia giggled and smiled at Cuba. The Hispanic nation shrank back in his chair.
"S-Sí." Belarus waved a hand at Russia.
"I will come as well, big brother." Russia flashed a pained expression at Ukraine who shrugged helplessly.
"Very well, Belarus, you may come." Belarus looked extremely pleased with herself. "Korea, may I speak with you for a moment?" Korea jumped but nodded, following the taller nation out of the room. They could be heard conversing for a few minutes before Korea bounded into the room with a determined look on his face and Russia followed, seeming pleased. Vietnam leaned over when her brother sat down.
"What did he want?" she asked.
"He asked me to talk to someone for him, da-ze." Korea looked extremely happy with the thought.
"Let us go, Cuba, Belarus." Russia motioned to the pair with his pipe. Belarus followed excitedly while Cuba looked angry.
"Well," Turkey said. "I guess that's the end of the meeting." He rose from his seat and grabbed Greece by the waist, throwing him over his shoulder.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Greece kicked Turkey as hard as he could while the nation ignored him, grabbing Egypt by the wrist and motioning to Cyprus.
"I'm takin' all of ya with me," Turkey said, turning to leave the room. "I don't want any more nations disappearing." Japan rose from his seat, turning to his siblings.
"Hai, I agree with Turkey-san. We should stay together; it will be safer that way. Korea-kun, come back after you finish speaking with . . . your friend."
"Okay, da-ze!" Korea bounded from the room. The remaining Asian nations followed him at a slower pace.
"Let me go!" Greece continued kicking Turkey as they left. "Like hell I'd go with you!"
Agent Orlov approached Antarctica, ignoring the penguin when it squawked at her.
"Godspodin Antarctica . . ." The continent turned to look down at the female Russian.
"Yes?" Antarctica asked.
"Godspodin Russia would like you to retrieve the micronations from their meeting in Sealand and take them to your home so the Nordics do no try to kidnap them as well. General Winter will accompany you to ensure their safety."
"Of course," Antarctica nodded. "I can do that. I will be there shortly."
"Spasibo and good luck." Agent Orlov left the room. Antarctica sighed and scratched his penguins head.
"At least I won't be so lonely now."
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Denmark kicked the front door open and marched into the house, carrying Hong Kong over one shoulder. Norway and Sweden followed, the latter carrying China.
"Just what I get fer riding a dragon," Denmark grumbled. "A sore butt."
"You did say you wanted a fast trip," Norway pointed out. Denmark's complaining was starting to annoy him.
"Whatever. What are we going ta do with these two?" Denmark shook Hong Kong lightly on the shoulder.
"Hey!" The young Asian nation struggled in the Nordic's grip.
"Simple," Norway said. "We put them to work."
"That d'pends on h'w quickly th'y break," Sweden pointed out, shifting China on his shoulder.
"I agree with Sve. We need ta teach them who their masters are before they can be released," Denmark said.
"What are you talking about, aru?" China asked, struggling to look over Sweden's shoulder.
"Yer our slaves now, China. Ya better get used ta it." Denmark lowered Hong Kong to the floor while Sweden dropped China unceremoniously. The older nation winced and grumbled at the taller nation. The Vikings removed the belts binding the Asian nations. The minute he was free, Hong Kong leapt to his feet and struck Denmark in the chin.
"Fandens!" Denmark swore, massaging his cheek and grabbing Hong Kong when the small nation tried to run. "You'll wish ya hadn't done that." He threw Hong Kong over his shoulder and led the way to a dark door with Sweden carrying China and Norway shaking his head at Hong Kong's behavior.
Steps led to a large stone cavern. Despite its size, the room was quite warm with a large furnace set against a wall. A rack hung beside the furnace, holding a variety of metal brands. Chains dangled from a straw-strewn corner a good distance away from the furnace.
China felt his stomach drop at the sight of the room.
"What is this place, aru?" he asked weakly.
"Well," Denmark said. "Norge has some big fancy name for it, but I just like calling it the Fiery Pits of Hell." Hong Kong blanched at the sound of the name. "Ya probably wish ya hadn't hit me now," Denmark commented to the young nation. Hong Kong shivered, his eyes wide in fear.
"Leave Hong Kong alone, aru," China demanded.
"I don't think so. He deserves to be punished."
"No, he doesn't. He only hit you because you kidnapped him. I would have done the same thing, aru."
"If you hadn't been so old?" Denmark grinned when China flushed angrily. "It really is his fault, though. If he wasn't trying ta cause us problems, he wouldn't be in this position." Hong Kong trembled in Denmark's grip.
"T-Teacher . . . HELP ME!" he wailed. China struggled but Sweden held him tight as Denmark dropped Hong Kong on the ground and held him in a tight grip.
"Knock it off!" Hong Kong broke down, sobbing in fear.
"Teacher! China! Help me, please!" he sobbed.
"Hong Kong!" China struck Sweden in the back. The tall nation dropped China and pinned him to the ground. Denmark hesitated, his eyes flashing between the thrashing China and sobbing Hong Kong.
"Do ya know what ya did wrong?" Denmark finally asked, forcing Hong Kong to face him. Hong Kong shook his head, crying.
"Bùxiáng! (No!)"
"What did he say?" Denmark looked at China, confused. China's eyes flashed between his former student and the Viking.
"He said 'no'."
"No? So ya don't know what ya did wrong? Then I guess ya get punished. Stick China over there, Sve, then come and hold this brat for me." Sweden grunted, dragging a struggling China to the corner with chains and locking him up. China pulled desperately at the chains but they held fast.
"Bùshì, leave Hong Kong alone!" He watched helplessly as Sweden ripped Hong Kong's shirt open, baring the young nation's back for Denmark. Norway opened the forge and dropped a brand into the roaring fire. Sweden gripped Hong Kong by the upper arms, holding the struggling and sobbing nation still. Denmark withdrew the cherry red brand from the fire and Hong Kong struggled harder.
"Please! No! I'm sorry!"
"Ya went too far ta turn back." Denmark approached Hong Kong with the brand. Hong Kong dropped his weight to the floor, desperately trying to escape. Sweden kept a firm grip on the young nation as Denmark stood directly behind him, a crazed grin on his face.
"No getting away this time!" he pressed the brand to Hong Kong's right shoulder. Pain seared through Hong Kong as he screamed and thrashed
"Hong Kong!" China watched the process with wide eyes. Denmark drew the brand away, revealing a burn in the shape of the Scandinavian cross, and tossed it back into the forge. Sweden released Hong Kong who fell into a sobbing heap on the stone floor. He then turned to China.
"We've st'll got th't one to t'ke care of." China shrank back against the wall.
"Right you are, Sve." Denmark gave China a predatory look. "He needs ta know his place as well." China's eyes flitted from the forge to the sobbing Hong Kong then to Denmark and Sweden.
Denmark withdrew the brand from the forge once more as Sweden ripped China's shirt open and pinned him to the floor.
"Aiyah!" China struggled wildly in Sweden's grip. "No! Stop!" Denmark ignored China and pressed the brand onto the Asian's right shoulder. China screamed in pain, thrashing against his captor. Denmark drew the brand back and tossed it into a bucket of water.
"Can ya clean these two up, Norge? Ya know what ta do with them." Denmark left the room as Norway approached Hong Kong. The crying nation flinched away from the Viking.
"It's alright, Hong Kong," Norway said soothingly. He withdrew a cloth and bottle from his pockets. Wetting the cloth with a liquid form the bottle, he dabbed it on Hong Kong's burn.
"Ah!" Hong Kong cried out, struggling to escape but Norway gently kept him in place. Soon a numbing feeling overtook the pain in the burn and Hong Kong relaxed. Norway finished then turned to Sweden.
"Could you please take Hong Kong to his new room while I take care of China?"
Sweden grunted and lifted the young nation into his arms. Hong Kong was aware of the tall nation ascending the stairs and then another flight of stairs before they stopped at a door. Sweden unlocked it. He dumped Hong Kong on the floor and locked the door. Hong Kong heard his heavy footsteps recede.
"Hong Kong?" a quiet voice asked. Hong Kong spun around in surprise. Iceland lay on the bed in the room, supporting himself on an elbow. "What happened?" he asked drowsily.
"Iceland!" Hong Kong broke down sobbing again.
"What happened?" Iceland repeated, sitting up. He almost fell back down when a wave of dizziness crashed over him.
"Your brothers are crazy! They burned me and China!"
"What?" Iceland struggled to his feet, stumbling to Hong Kong's side. He fell to his knees to inspect the burn. "I think I'm going to be sick," he said, turning a delicate shade of green.
"What happened to you?" Hong Kong asked, wiping his tears away.
"I don't know. I sent Mr. Puffin to get help and then Norge knocked me out with something. I don't feel very good right now." Iceland moaned and shuddered.
"Mr. Puffin found me," Hong Kong was calming down now. "And I took him to China's house but then your brothers attacked us. Mr. Puffin got away and he's waiting for Japan to find him."
"I hope he's alright." Iceland leaned against Hong Kong. "I'm sorry for getting you into trouble."
"It's not your fault. You didn't know this was going to happen." Hong Kong pulled Iceland into a hug, wincing at the stretch of his burn.
"Are you going to be okay?" Iceland asked, his voice muffled by Hong Kong's shoulder.
"Yes, I just hope China will be okay. He's much older than me." Iceland pulled out of the hug to look at Hong Kong.
"China will be fine. They won't be too hard on him." Iceland's confident look slipped away as the moments passed and he whispered. "I hope." Hong Kong pulled his friend into a hug again.
"What is going on?"
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The door to the study was pushed open and Sweden dragged China into the room. The Asian nation was forced to stand in front of a grinning Denmark. China struggled weakly in Sweden's grasp; his burn had been cared for by Norway before the tall nation had dragged him away.
Denmark withdrew a collar from his pocket and latched it around China's neck.
"This has a tracker in it," Denmark told China. "So ya won't be able ta run off without us knowing where ya are." China tugged uselessly on the collar.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked. "Trying to take over the world? And I am not a dog, aru!"
"Pretty much, we just want our power back. Yer going ta keep that collar on, if ya know what's good fer ya. Now, we need ta go over yer jobs."
"Who said I would work for you, aru?" China demanded.
"Ya don't have a choice. We got ya fer a reason. And there's one more thing about the collar that I really like." Denmark grinned and held up a small remote. He pressed one of three buttons and a jolt of electricity surged through China, sending him to his knees gasping.
"What, aru?" China stared at Denmark with wide eyes.
"And that's only level one. There are three levels. Two ta shock ya and one ta knock ya out. The whole perimeter is set up with an invisible fence." China dropped his head in defeat. He was trapped with no way to escape.
"That's better. Yer jobs are ta take care of America and Canada, but in no way can ya help them escape. Ya also have ta make the meals. Don't worry about Hong Kong, he's in good hands. Ya also need ta make sure Iceland stays out of trouble. Ya can clean whenever ya feel like it." China gaped at him.
"That is a ridiculous amount of work! And why do I have to take care of the brats, aru?"
"Because I told ya ta. Ya don't have ta do much with the kiddies, just make sure they don't cause trouble. All ya really need ta do is keep the house clean, cook the meals, and control the household. Oh, and China," Denmark seized China by the collar, lifting him off the floor. His knuckles dug into the nation's esophagus, cutting off his airway. China grabbed Denmark's arm and tugged at it, trying to get the nation to release him as he coughed. "Don't ya ever go calling my kids brats again," Denmark's smile was gone, replaced with a snarl. "Understand?" China choked, nodding.
"Good boy." Denmark dropped China and grinned. He mussed the Asian nation's hair. "Have fun, min lille hund! (my little dog!)" China coughed, his chest heaving, as he watched Denmark leave the room.
"You're all crazy," he muttered. Sweden stopped in the doorway.
"Wh't was th't?"
"N-Nothing!" China scuttled backward in fear. Sweden stared at him for a moment then left the study.
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Iceland and Hong Kong sat on the bed. Neither knew what to do since they were locked in the room. Iceland had found Hong Kong a shirt to wear in the room's dresser, though it hung loosely on the Asian's thin frame.
"What do you think they're going to do with us?" Iceland asked, wrapping his arms around his legs.
"I don't know," Hong Kong said. "They're your brothers. Hey, why aren't you acting like them? Weren't you a Viking?" Iceland shook his head.
"No, I was colonized by Vikings from Norway."
"What about your other brother, Finland?"
"Only Norge, Dan, and Sve were Vikings. Fin didn't meet Sve until the twelfth century, when Sve took control. I met Fin during the Kalmar Union. Fin and Sve left, then Norge, and they left me alone with Dan." Hong Kong pulled his friend into a hug.
"That's terrible," Hong Kong said. "At least it's only those three . . . unless America and Canada turn out to be Vikings too."
"I think they'll be fine."
The room's door swung open, causing the friends to jump. Denmark and Sweden stood in the doorway.
"Having fun without us?" Denmark asked with a grin. Hong Kong sank back against the bed in fear. Iceland wrapped his arms protectively around his friend.
"What do you want?" Iceland demanded, glaring at the Vikings.
"Now is that any way ta speak ta yer older brother?" Denmark chuckled. "We just wanted ta tell ya that yer free to leave yer room now." Hong Kong peeked over Iceland's arm at the tall nations. "We just have one thing ta do first."
"What's that?" Iceland asked, watching as the Vikings approached the bed.
"This." Denmark and Sweden pulled the friends apart. Hong Kong cried out as Sweden latched a strip of leather around his throat. He was dropped onto the bed, joined moments later by Iceland.
"Ya can't leave the property without being shocked unconscious," Denmark said as Iceland felt the collar around his throat. "And I don't want ta have ta go out and find ya in a blizzard. One more thing." Denmark withdrew a leash from his pocket, locking it on a ring on Hong Kong's collar. "I don't want yer pet wandering around the house on his own." Hong Kong gaped at the Viking.
"Shénme? (What?)" Hong Kong demanded. Denmark snarled at him.
"Quit speaking other languages. The only ones ya can speak here are ours." He calmed down and turned to Iceland. "What are ya going ta call him?" Denmark asked.
"What?" Iceland stared at Denmark in disbelief.
"What are ya going ta call yer pet?" Denmark asked, annoyed that Iceland didn't understand the first time.
"He already has a name," Iceland said, confused. Why was Denmark asking about Hong Kong's name?
"Wǒ bùshì chǒngwù! (I am not a pet!)" Hong Kong tugged at the leash.
"Knock it off!" Denmark jerked the leash, sending Hong Kong sprawling to the floor. Iceland jumped up to help him but Denmark stopped him. "Ja, well, I don't like it. He needs a new one. What will it be? Pick before I do." Iceland thought quickly, choosing the first word that popped into his head.
"Vinur." Hong Kong looked up at him curiously. Denmark frowned.
"What about Hvalp or Lille Kina?" Iceland's brow furrowed at the degrading names.
"I like Vinur." Denmark shrugged and handed him the leash.
"Fine, have fun with Vinur." He and Sweden left the room, shutting the door behind them but leaving it unlocked.
"What does 'Vinur' mean?" Hong Kong asked, climbing back onto the bed.
"'Vinur' is Icelandic for 'friend'." This earned Iceland a smile.
"I like it."
"Denmark wanted to call you 'Puppy' or 'Little China'."
"Why?" Hong Kong frowned. "Those sound mean." Iceland shrugged.
"I think they're supposed to be degrading, so I couldn't give you a name form any of their languages. If you don't want to speak their languages you can always try mine. It's far different form theirs."
"Even though Norway found you?" Hong Kong asked curiously.
"Yeah, I guess I made my own language. I don't really speak it very often."
"Will you teach me and China?"
"Of course! Like I said, 'friend' is 'vinur'. 'Ass' is 'rass'," Icealnd grinned at Hong Kong. "You can also say 'fara til helvítis' which means 'go to hell'." Hong Kong laughed but stopped when a voice seeped through the wall.
"Hey, Iceland, why are you teaching Hong Kong insults?"
Iceland and Hong Kong shared a glance before wandering into the room next to theirs. America and Canada lay on adjacent beds, watching them warily.
"Hæ," America nodded at them. Hong Kong stared at the brothers with wide eyes. What had happened to them?
"Halló," Iceland said. He was surprised America knew Icelandic.
"What happened to you?" Hong Kong asked softly.
"We could ask the same," Canada eyed the collars and leash. "Why are you treating your friend like a dog, Iceland? He's a nation, just like you!"
"Dan's making me," Iceland whispered. "I have to call Hong Kong 'Vinur' now. I don't know why they're acting this way. Is it true you were first founded by Vikings?" he asked curiously.
"Yes," Canada said softly. America whimpered, like he was going to break into hysterics. "Brother . . ." Canada reprimanded his brother in Cherokee. America took a steadying breath to calm down.
"You were?" Hong Kong asked with wide eyes.
"It was mostly me," Canada told them. "But they would have moved onto America if Native hadn't chased them out."
"I have younger brothers?" Iceland asked in an awed voice. "Cool! You two can call me Eldri Bróðir!" Neither of the North American brothers spoke for a moment, and then America laughed while Canada looked sour.
"I've never had a big brother before!" America said.
"I'm still the runt!" Canada complained softly. A voice shouted from the doorway, making them all jump.
"Hong Kong!" China tackled his former student in a hug. Hong Kong patted the older nation's arm reassuringly as best as he could in his trapped position.
"Hello, teacher." China pulled back and spotted the leash.
"Why are you wearing a leash, aru?" His eyes trailed the leash to Iceland's hand. "You're just like them!" he exclaimed, with a look that suggested he might want to hit Iceland.
"I am not, kennari! (teacher)" Iceland had picked up a few habits when he'd hung out with Hong Kong.
"Děng yīxià!" Hong Kong cried. "Zhè bùshì tā de guòcuò, dānmài zhèng pòshǐ tā zhíxíng cǐ. Bīngdǎo xīwàng jiàodǎo wǒmen bīngdǎo yǔ, zhèyàng wǒmen jiù bùyòng jiǎng tāmen de yǔyán. (Wait! It's not his fault; Denmark is forcing him to do this. Iceland wants to teach us Icelandic so that we don't have to speak their languages.)" China listened carefully while America watched them with interest, muttering to Canada in Cherokee. Iceland stood awkwardly in the room, not understanding any of the conversations.
"Very well," China finally said. "I will learn his language and I will try to ignore that . . . thing, aru." He glared at the leash.
"At least you don't have three crazy brothers," Iceland muttered.
"No," Hong Kong agreed. "I have six annoying siblings."
"Hong Kong!" China scolded him.
"I have an egotistical brother," Canada sighed and America stuck his tongue out his younger brother.
"And I have a younger brother and a sister who's bipolar and has short-term memory loss." America groaned. "Iceland, my right hand itches really badly!" Iceland obliged, scratching America's hand.
"Is this what siblings are for?" Iceland asked him, receiving a grin in response.
"Siblings are there to stand by you when you need them most and to catch you when you fall. Believe me, I know." Hong Kong and China shared guilty glances. "But they're also there to annoy you. Thanks, Iceland, that itch was bugging me." Iceland shrugged.
"You're welcome." They all froze when a loud, boisterous voice shouted throughout the house.
"Stay out of trouble while we're out! We're going to have some fun!" Denmark called. Hong Kong panicked, twisting the leash in his hands.
"Where are they going?" he asked nervously. Iceland shrugged again.
"I have no idea. I hope they don't cause any trouble."
Bad Things.