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What are you three doing here?
"I'm the one in control of the meeting!" Sealand shouted at Ladonia. The Swedish micro-nation crossed his arms defiantly. The micro-nations had gathered in Sealand for their annual meeting. During which Ladonia and Sealand had gotten into another argument.
"But I have actually been recognized by Sweden while England refuses to recognize you," Ladonia said. "Therefore I should be the leader of our group."
Wy, Molossia, the Hutt River, Seborga, and Kugelmugel watched their fellow micro-nations argue, bored.
"Why are we even here?" Molossia demanded angrily. "I have better things to do with my time."
"What?" Wy asked in a bored tone. "Hasn't America gone missing?" Molossia flushed and gave her the middle finger.
"Yeah, so what? I don't need America to be a country!"
The door to the room slammed open and the micro-nations jumped, Ladonia and Sealand's argument came to an abrupt halt. A pale, tall man stood in the doorway, watching them with cold eyes. A penguin waddled up behind the man. Sealand planted his hands on his hips defiantly.
"Who do you think you are?" he demanded. "This meeting is for micro-nations only!" He shivered as the man regarded him with cold eyes.
"I am Antarctica," the man said. His penguin waddled up to Wy and squawked at her. The Australian micro-nation tried to shoo it away with a hand.
"Antarctica? But that's not even a country!" Ladonia said.
"No," Antarctica agreed. "But I am a continent."
"Why are you here?" Sealand demanded. Antarctica turned his icy gaze back to the micro-nation.
"Russia sent me to get you. You all are returning with me to my home."
"Says who?"
"Me."
Antarctica swooped down and threw Sealand over his shoulder. The room was quiet for a moment, and then all hell broke loose. Sealand started shouting at the continent to put him down and thrashing in his grasp. The penguin squawked and bit Wy who screamed in surprise and ran from the room, the penguin following her all the way along with the Hutt River. Molossia leapt from seat and started beating Antarctica. The continent seized the American micro-nation and threw him over his other shoulder. Ladonia, Seborga, and Kugelmugel gaped at him for a moment then ran from the room, Ladonia clutching his laptop to his chest.
The frozen continent left the room with his struggling captives. On the deck of the sea-fort the rest of the micro-nations had been captured by Antarctica's loyal scientists. One particular scientist clutched a closed laptop in his hands from which angry shouts could be heard. General Winter stood, watching the struggling micro-nations with a bored expression. He turned when Antarctica approached him.
"This is all of them?" The General asked.
"Yes," Antarctica nodded. "Let's get them loaded on the ship and then we can leave for my home." The scientists dragged the fighting micro-nations onto the small ship built specifically for navigating frozen waters. The micro-nations were locked in separate rooms, Ladonia released from his laptop, and Antarctica left for the control room. He wanted to return to his home as quickly as possible.
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Russia, Belarus, and Cuba stood in the arid heat of Texas, not far from the border of Mexico. Russia, against Cuba's recommendations, had kept his heavy coat on and seemed unaffected by the heat. On the contrary, he quite liked it. The heat was more preferable to his frozen tundra of a home. For once, to Russia's great relief, Belarus was not bothering her older brother.
"Why are we here, again?" Cuba asked, annoyed about the fact that he had to be in America.
"My agents noticed a disturbance somewhere along this border," Russia said, looking around himself.
"It's not our problem," Cuba started but was cut off by Belarus.
"Big brother," she said. "I must speak to you about something import.
"Da, what is it?" Russia asked, fearing the worst. Belarus opened her mouth to reply but stopped as a shot rang out across the land followed by an angry voice.
"Stay of my land, you rotten varmint!" a young, female voice shouted.
"You little puta!" another female voice retorted. Russia whirled to face the source of the noise.
"Was that Mexico?" he asked Cuba.
"Sí," Cuba nodded grimly. "I think it was. But I don't know who the other one is."
"¡Vuelve aquí, así que puedo disparar! (Get back here so I can shoot you!)" More shots rang out.
"¡No! ¿Quién es usted? (No! Who are you?)" Mexico ran over the crest of a hill toward the small group at the base.
"¡Yo soy esta tierra, puta! (I am this land!)" a girl followed Mexico, firing a shotgun the whole way. Mexico spotted Russia, Cuba, and Belarus and ran to them, hiding behind the tallest nation.
"¡Usted no es América! (You are not America!)" Mexico shouted at the girl. Russia stood his ground when the small girl ran up to the group, glaring at where Mexico was hiding.
"What is going on here?" Russia asked, but the girl ignored him.
"¡Sí! Siempre estaré el sur de los Estados Unidos! Usted no tiene derecho a esta tierra! Ahora vete! (Yes! I will forever be the South of America. You have no right to this land. Now leave!)" the girl demanded. Russia blinked and decided to try a smile, that always seemed to stop fights between nations.
"Privet," he said with a small giggle. The girl stopped, cocking her head at him like a dog.
"Dame el varmint y nadie saldrá herido." She cocked her shotgun in a threatening manner. Russia looked down at Cuba.
"What did she say?"
"She said 'give me the varmint and no one gets hurt.' I'm pretty sure she's serious." Cuba eyed the shotgun warily. Russia reached over and pulled the gun from the girl's grasp, snapping it in half easily.
"Not anymore, da?" The girl gaped at Russia for a second before reacting. Surprising the tall nation by leaping on him and punching every inch she could reach.
"¡Hijo de puta! ¿Cómo pudiste hacer eso? (You bastard! How could you do that?)" she demanded. Russia pushed the girl to the ground and she scrambled back to her feet.
"YA ne govoryu po-ispanski , malenʹkaya devochka. Kto vy? (I do not speak Spanish, little girl. Who are you?)" Russia said, smiling at the girl with a giggle.
"No importa, tengo más. (Never mind, I have more.)" The girl ripped another pistol from her boot and aimed at Mexico but Belarus stepped in front of the girl, placing a hand on the pistol.
"Spyni , Poŭdzień. (Stop, South.)" Mexico peered around Russia curiously.
"¿Qué?" But she was ignored as South stared at Belarus in shock.
"JA ciabie viedaju? (Do I know you?)" South asked in Belarusian.
"Tak, ja Bielarussiu. (Yes, I am Belarus.)" Belarus kept a steady gaze on South. The girl cocked her head, thinking for a moment, and then smiled.
"Biélorussie!" she cried in French. South leapt forward and hugged Belarus tightly. Belarus surprised her older brother by hugging back.
"You know this girl?" Russia asked in a shocked voice.
"Tak, I do. This is what I needed to tell you about, big brother," Belarus said.
"Who is she?"
"¡Una puta!" Mexico shouted from behind Russia.
"Sigue hablando y te pego un tiro! (Keep talking and I will shoot you!)" South leaned forward to implicate her threat. Mexico hid behind Russia again.
"Chica loca. (Crazy girl.)"
"Regresa a donde perteneces, te varmint podrido! (Go back to where you belong, you rotten varmint.)" South spat at Mexico. Cuba finally lost his patience and shouted at the two Spanish-speaking nations before either of them could say another word.
"Cierra la boca, los dos, antes de que caigan los cabezas juntas. (Shut up, both of you, before I knock your heads together.)" South quieted down but continued to glare at Mexico.
"Belarus, who is this little girl?" Russia asked again. He had just realized that this was the girl from the video footage he had asked Agent Orlov about. She did look remarkably similar to America.
"She is the Confederate States of America," Belarus said in a clam voice. "But we all just call her South." No one spoke for a moment.
"Net." Russia finally said. "The Confederate States of America lost, he is dead." South gaped at Russia, flushing.
"Hear tell, big guy," she snapped. "You ain't ever goin' to call me a boy again! Do you hear me? Or I'll whup you into the next week." South jabbed Russia in the chest to make her point clear. "You will never speak to me in such a manner again! I'll be, callin' me a boy. I'm fit as a fiddle here and now! Who do y'all think you are, anyways?" South glared at the shocked Russia. The cold nation hadn't understood a word the girl had just said, but he got the gist.
"Da," Russia said, once he found his voice again. "I understand. I am Russia and this is Cuba. Apparently you already know my little sister, Belarus, and Mexico." South glared at Mexico.
"Uppity varmint, thinking she can come onto big brother's land and take it for herself." Russia blinked in surprise.
"Then you already know that Little America has been kidnapped?"
"Someone came, yes," South told them. "They told me America was missing. I felt it in my gut a few days ago, and I always trust my gut. Unless I eat at a bad Mexican restaurant, then I just try to ignore it." Mexico glared South.
"Who came?" Russia asked.
"Well, he said that he was North's brother. But he ain't!" South stomped her foot in a childish act of anger. Russia thought for a moment about who she could be talking about.
"Do you mean Canada?" he finally asked.
"Yeah, Canida." South looked very sure about the way she had pronounced the name while Cuba smacked himself in the forehead.
"She's as bad as America," he muttered.
"Net, it is 'Canada'," Russia corrected South.
"That's what I said. Cinada." Russia sighed, pinching the bride of his nose, but South continued. "Hey, any of y'all heard how one country got their name? They picked letters out a hat and said 'C, eh, N, eh, D, eh'!" The group looked at her exasperatedly.
"This girl can't remember his name, but she can remember a joke about him?" Cuba asked.
"Eh!" South exclaimed.
"I do not have time for this!" Russia said.
"She has short-term memory loss," Belarus said in a tone that suggested this did not entirely explain the girl.
"I do not care if she has a bipolar disorder, da?" Russia said, annoyed. "We need to return to my home so I can look for Little Finland and Estonia."
"I'm bipolar?" South asked. "Don't you dare go callin' me names, big guy." She took a threatening step toward the tall nation but stopped when a small black bear waddled into view. Crouching down, she scratched the bear behind the ears. "You are so cute! Who are you?" The bear looked at the group with a bored expression.
"She is bipolar?" Russia asked, shocked.
"Tak." Belarus nodded.
"I'm Smokey," the bear said. "Your pet bear."
I have a pet bear? Since when?" Cuba ruffled his hair in exasperation.
"What should we do with her?" he asked. Russia thought. What should they do with the South of America? Finally he made a decision.
"You take Mexico and South to your house. Belarus and I will return to my home to search for Little Finland."
"Why do I have to take the crazy girl and the murderous one?" Cuba asked, panicking.
"Because they are both near your house," Russia explained. "Do not worry; I have a crybaby and a psychopath." Russia gave Cuba a smile that caused him to shiver. Belarus glared at her brother.
"I hope you are not talking about me, big brother. I believe there is a church nearby."
"NET! Of course not, my wonderful little sister!"
"The church?" South asked. "It's over yonder." She waved her hand to the nearest town.
"Net!" Russia covered her mouth with a hand. "Cuba, take the little crazy girl and her target to your house." South peeled his hand away.
"Crazy? I'm not crazy!" South glared at Russia and Cuba sighed.
"Let's get going, bring your bear." Russia and Belarus headed back in the direction they had come.
"What bear?" As the two Slavic nations were leaving they heard Cuba scream.
"¡Maldito seas, Rusia!"
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The building was located in a secret location known only by two people, nations to be exact. Not even their bosses were informed about the meeting house. Korea paced excitedly around the small table in the hut-like building. A door opened on the opposite side of the hut and he spun around. A man who could have been his twin brother stood in the doorway.
"Hyeong, (brother) da-ze!" he launched himself at the newcomer who barely caught him in time. North Korea patted his brother's head awkwardly, hoping Korea would release him soon. When Korea refused to let go North Korea pried his older brother off.
"Annyeonghaseyo, brother, ez-ad" North Korea greeted. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Aw, straight to business? Don't you want to talk about fun things?" When North Korea's expression didn't change Korea gave in. "You aren't answering Russia's calls, da-ze."
"If that is the only reason you called me here to talk, then I am leaving, ez-ad."
"No!" Korea grabbed his brother's arm. "Russia really needs to talk to you, da-ze!"
"About what? What is so important, ez-ad?" North Korea demanded. Korea cowered under his brother's glare.
"It's about the Nordics. They kidnapped Aniki, Hong Kong, America, Iceland, and Canadia, da-ze," he said softly. North Korea stared at his brother, shocked.
"What?"
"Yes," Korea nodded. "That is why Russia asked me to visit you." He bit his lip. "North . . . Russia would like you to come out of isolation, da-ze."
"Why?" North Korea was aghast at the very idea.
"Russia thinks there's a war coming and he wants your help. He says we can't do this without you. Please, for Aniki?" North Korea considered his brother for a moment. Who was to say the Nordics wouldn't target him just because he was isolated?
"Fine, let's go, ez-ad."
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"I don't understand why Switzerland is making such a fuss about trading," Austria said. "He doesn't have to do it if all he is going to do is complain about Italy and the Netherlands." Liechtenstein sat at Austria's kitchen table, watching her host mix batter for Linzer Tarts, jam-filled cookies. The young nation smiled at Austria.
"He didn't want to go but I asked him to," Liechtenstein said. "Big brother just wants me to be happy."
"I have never seen him care so much for someone," Austria sniffed. "He never cared that much for me, and we knew each other very well."
"Maybe he did but you just didn't notice," Liechtenstein suggested.
"Hmph, he once told me to shut when I had an arrow in my butt." Liechtenstein smiled but didn't answer.
A loud bang caused Liechtenstein to jump in surprise as the front door was kicked open. Austria dropped the mixing bowl, sending batter flying in all directions.
"Hey Austria, we've come ta play!" Denmark stood in the kitchen's doorway. Norway appeared in the doorway to the living room as Sweden blocked the back door. Austria stared in shock at the Vikings. He was snapped of his daze when Denmark heaved his axe over his head and brought it down inches away from Liechtenstein, causing her to scream and duck. Austria leapt forward, grabbing the young nation and shoved her behind him.
"What are you three doing here?" he demanded. "I did not invite you. So rude!"
"Like we said, we came ta play." Denmark jerked his axe out of the ground. Austria glanced behind himself at the sobbing Liechtenstein.
"Liechtenstein, ich brauche dich, um mir zuzuhören. (I need you to listen to me.)"
"J-Ja," Liechtenstein sniffed.
"Wenn Sie die Chance haben, ins Wohnzimmer laufen und Blick ins Innere des Gehäuses. (When you get the chance, run to the living room and look inside the cabinet.)"
"Ja." Denmark glanced between the German nations.
"What are ya two doing talking in German fer?" he asked. "Is it something we need ta know."
"It is none of your business, Denmark." Austria tensed. He may not have been the best fighter in his youth, but now he needed to protect Liechtenstein. After all, he was originally supposed to be a fighting nation.
"I think it is." Denmark swung his axe and brought it down on Austria who grabbed the handle and kicked Denmark in the stomach, wrenching the axe form his grip. He proceeded to hurl the axe in Norway's direction and the Nordic nation was forced to move out of the way or else be sliced in half. Liechtenstein took her chance to dash past him and into the living room. She wrenched the door of the cabinet open and found a long and short sword hanging from a rack.
"Austria!" she called.
"Bring them to me, Liechtenstein!" There was a crash from the kitchen as Norway was thrown across the counter, sending the tart's ingredients flying. Liechtenstein grabbed the long sword and ran back to the kitchen. Denmark was thrown into the wall beside the doorway. He rose from the floor, massaging his back, and spotted Liechtenstein standing frozen in the doorway.
"Gotcha!" He grabbed the young nation by the wrist.
"Ah!" Liechtenstein struggled in his grip. "No! Austria, help me!"
"Let her go!" Austria slammed a fist into Denmark's face, yanking Liechtenstein behind him and taking the long sword from her.
Denmark raised his axe and swung at Austria who moved out of the way. There was the sound of metal being sliced then a hissing. The room was silent for a split second, until the wall burst into flames from the severed gas line to the stove.
"Scheiße!" Austria swore despite his proper attitude. He and Liechtenstein were pressed closer to the hot flames by the Vikings. Liechtenstein sobbed in fear, clutching the back of his coat. Austria drew the sword form its scabbard and faced the Vikings threateningly.
"Leave now, intruders!"
"As I see it, Austria," Denmark drawled. "Ya got one choice, come with us." Austria chanced a glance to the flames then glared back at the Vikings.
"I would never!" He charged Norway, swinging his sword in a high arch. Norway caught the sword on his own weapon and they began to duel. Liechtenstein watched them parry and thrust with wide eyes when a sound caused Austria to turn to her. His eyes widened and he raced toward her.
"Liechtenstein, ente! (duck!)" Austria wrapped himself over Liechtenstein's small frame as the oven exploded behind them, lighting the entire house in flames.
Denmark, Sweden, and Norway fled the house coughing. They turned back to watch the building burn, the flames licking at the sky.
"Well," Denmark said. "That didn't exactly go as planned."
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The door of Germany's house swung open on silent hinges and Prussia entered, carrying Kumajirou in one arm and Gilbird sitting atop his head. He set the polar bear on the ground and took a long look at it. Kumajirou stared back with a bored gaze. Prussia had gone to visit Canada but instead had found the polar bear alone in his friend's house. Finally Prussia turned away from Kumajirou.
"West?" he called out but there was no answer. Kumajirou yawned and sat by the door, watching Prussia. Gilbird fluttered from his owner's head to land on Kumajirou's.
"Who are you?" Kumajirou asked.
"Not now, Poley," Prussia said, waving a hand at the bear.
"My name is Kumajirou." The bear looked like it was seriously considering biting the ex-nation's hand.
"Whatever. West!" Prussia stormed through the house's rooms, stopping in the kitchen. A note was taped to the fridge.
Bruder,
I have gone to speak to France about leaving the two Italy's alone. He was attempting to sneak into their house again.
Your kleiner Bruder, Germany.
"Huh, so West is out and I have the house all to myself . . . with a polar bear . . . AWESOME!" The creak of a door caught his attention. Prussia turned to it curiously.
"Huh? Who's there?" A dark figure stepped out of the shadow. "You?"
A long, shiny object whistled through the air at Prussia's head. The ex-nation ducked, barely missing the blow. The weapon was swung again and Prussia ran from the kitchen. He dashed through the hall to a closet, ripping the door open and seizing an old sword from inside it.
"You're not taking me alive!" Prussia drew the sword as the figure advanced on him, raising its weapon. He parried the blow and the pair dueled, swinging their weapons at each other but never managing to land a blow. One particular strike from the stranger hit the sword at a bad angle and the weapon struck Prussia on the wrist, knocking his sword to the ground.
"Scheiße!" Prussia dove for the sword but the intruder grabbed him in a choke hold. Prussia seized his captor's wrist and tried to free his constricted airway as he coughed.
"What are you doing?" he demanded in a cracked voice. The stranger brought his weapon down on Prussia's head and the ex-nation fell limp in his arms.
The intruder released his choke hold and hefted the unconscious Prussia onto his shoulder. He stopped by the door as he was leaving and grabbed Kumajirou by the scruff.
"No!" The polar bear struggled; biting at the man's gloved hand. "Let me go!" Gilbird chirped, fluttering around the stranger's head and settled himself in the waving scarf as the man left the house.
We came ta play!