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Napoleonic Wars

1803 – 1815

The United Kingdom/Allies vs. France/Allies

Romania leaned back in his seat, glaring at the other nations in the van. Russia had refused to remove neither the handcuffs nor the mouth-guard. Instead, he had simply buckled the smaller nation into the seat and left him to deal with his seat partner: Israel.

Israel checked over the gun in her lap, looking more comfortable with a weapon her hands than she had been in the cellar. The Jewish nation dared to peek out the corner of her eye at Romania.

Romania's head was resting against the window. The female nation could see several scars decorating his neck. They disappeared down his shirt in a zigzagging movement. Romania appeared to be falling asleep, having finally calmed down from his temper tantrum.

Israel licked her lips nervously. Now that they weren't in the cellar anymore, she didn't see any harm in seeing what Romania's obsession with biting was. Leaning over, she hovered over the Latin nation. Romania had no idea about her presence until he felt teeth close around the skin of his neck.

Romania's eyes flew open and he reacted almost instantly. Breaking both his handcuffs and seatbelt, and destroying the mouth-guard in the process, he flew forward and closed his teeth on Israel's neck while attempting to strangle her in the process.

"Hashem, help me!" Israel shrieked, whacking Romania on the back of the head with the butt of her gun. "Let me go!"

"Romania!" Russia's eyes flew to the rearview mirror. "Release her. What did I say?"

"Russia," Ukraine said quickly, her eyes wide. "Stop the car! He's is having an attack." She leaned forward and began trying to coax Romania into releasing Israel.

"Chto?" Russia eased his foot down on the brake pedal and pulled over. "Chert poberi."

Israel finally dropped her gun and moved to straddle Romania, trying to dislodge him the whole time. Romania growled, adjusting and tightening his grip.

"Romania does not like being bitten," Ukraine panicked. "It reminds him of his fights with his brother, Wallachia."

"So he bites?" Hong Kong demanded from the passenger seat. "Get him off her!" Bauhinia and Northern Ireland watched, respectively, curiously and worriedly from the backseat.

"Chert poberi, Little Romania." Russia opened the side door. He examined the pair of nations and their positions. "Let her go."

"He cannot hear you, Big Brother." Belarus clambered out of the backseat with North Russia moved to stand beside her husband.

"Perhaps we need to pull him out?" North Russia glanced at Russia. "Then we can talk to him, da?"

"Lo, leave him alone," Israel ordered. "I can handle this."

"Little Romania could hurt you very badly with the grip he has," Russia pointed out.

"Ken," Israel agreed. "But I can do this." She turned her attention to the 'vampire' nation. "Romania?" Romania stiffened at his name but made no move to release his opponent.

"I do not think he is hearing you," Belarus muttered. "He's too dumb to ever pay attention."

"No he's not," Israel said. "Isn't that right, Revmenyh?"

"Let her go, Romania," Ukraine said soothingly. "She is not going to fight you like your brother did."

"I can handle this," Israel said firmly. "Could you all please leave and shut the doors?"

"I do not think that would be wise, Little Israel," Russia said, fingering his pipe dangerously.

"I am not worried about what you think is wise." Israel shifted in Romania's lap. She could feel the nation drawing more blood with his deep bite. "Leave."

Bauhinia and Northern Ireland looked at each other before scrambling out of the van. Ukraine followed suit and shut the van door slowly as the other nations did the same. Romania's breathing seemed to slow down when silence filled the van.

"IT's alright, Motek, (Sweetheart,)" Israel soothed. "We're alone. No one is going to hurt you." Romania tightened his grip at the sound of her voice. "Alright, you don't like me talking." Israel relaxed against Romania's chest. "Let's just relax, then."

Romania breathed hard for the several minutes before Israel felt his grip beginning to loosen. A few more minutes passed, and he finally released her altogether. Israel didn't' move from the position as she watched Romania out of the corner of her eye. The male nation stared at the ceiling, the only movements he made were breathing and blinking his dark red eyes.

"Where did you get the scars?" Israel finally asked in a quiet voice.

"I was formed by the unification of my older brother," Romania said hoarsely. "Moldavia left peacefully while Wallachia stayed for several years. It is never recorded in history, but we had several battles."

"Is that why you don't like being bit?" Israel asked. She didn't move from Romania's lap, instead laying her head on his shoulder.

"Wallachia taught me to fight by biting and fighting like an animal," Romania admitted. "It wasn't until several years later Transylvania took me under his wing to teach me properly."

"That was very nice of him," Israel said with a smile. "I wish I had a brother like you do. All I have is Palestine, and he hates me."

"I wish I'd never had siblings," Romania sighed. "They cause nothing but trouble."

"Now look here." Israel suddenly knelt up, planting her hands on her hips. "You had a gift, family. Something I have not had the chance of having. You should be happy with what Yahweh as given you."

"I'm protestant," Romania reminded Israel. "Not Jewish."

"But family must mean something more than just people you live with in your religion," Israel argued. "Family means everything."

"The only family I have left is France and the other Latins." Romania folded his hands on his chest. "My true brothers are dead."

"But you still have family." Israel seated herself on Romania's knees. "And that has to count for something."

"I guess." Romania returned to staring at the ceiling. "Do you think we should let the others back in soon?"

"Let them stew." Israel waved a hand dismissively. "I want to figure out what your problem is, 'erepd. (vampire.)"

"My problems," Romania sighed. "I suffer from nightmares of my brother and scare others with my vampire-like habits. Hungary once told me I need to stop biting people and let go of my past."

"Shouldn't you?" Israel asked with a cock of her head. "It's not good to focus on the past. It will stop you from moving forward with your life. What if you drove a girl away who liked you?"

"Bulgaria just wants to be friends." Romania shrugged. "She's used to me biting her."

"What about another girl?" Israel shifted uncomfortably. "There has to be someone else you've fallen in love with. Someone you accidently drove away. Maybe I can help you patch up your relationship."

"Fine." Romania shifted up, resting on his elbows. "Say I may have bitten a girl one too many times, how should I fix that?"

"Well, begin by apologizing," Israel said. "Then promise you will try not to bit her anymore, or maybe not so hard."

"So, I'm sorry and I promise only to nibble from now on?" Romania asked innocently.

"Exactly!" Israel nodded firmly. She looked happy until realization dawned on her face. "Wait . . . what!"

"I'm sorry and I promise only to nibble from now on." Romania sat up and pecked Israel on the lips. "What next?"

"Um . . ." Israel blinked, having suddenly lost her train of thought. "Y-You should promise to love her all of your days . . . th-that is, if you truly love her and want to stay with her forever."

Romania was silent for several moments before he wrapped his arms around Israel and pulled her down for a hug.

"Please tell me I'm not being foolish again and reading the sings wrong?" Israel asked desperately. Romania remained silent and buried his face in Israel's neck. "Romania?" Israel looked down at him. "Are you alright?"

"Don't go," Romania whimpered.

"Go where?" Israel asked in confusion. "You have me a bit trapped."

"Don't be like everyone else and leave." Romania tightened his grip. "Please don't go."

Israel sighed and relaxed against the male nation. "I won't," she said assuringly. "I'm not going anywhere."

o)O(o

Slovensko and Čeština walked down the stairs, each grilled step clanging with their movements. They stopped at the sight of Portugalliae standing at the bottom of the stairs. The War frowned at his cellphone in frustration. So far, the War had done nothing but hit his brother repeatedly.

"Stupid idiot." Portugalliae threw his phone against the wall and crossed his arms. "He no listen when I talk."

"Is there a problem, Portugalliae?" Slovensko and Čeština reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Stupid brother won't tell me what happened," Portugalliae snapped at the siblings. "He say they turn Norge into girl but not what they do with her."

"They sent her with Korea," Slovensko sighed. "The nations will have taken the fake along with them."

"We have not heard from Hangug," Čeština pointed out.

"He is dead." Slovensko shrugged. "It his is own idiocy that killed him."

"Why you no tell us!" Portugalliae shouted and began beating Slovensko over the head. "You bastard!"

"Would you stop that?" Slovensko growled, grabbing Portugalliae's wrists and stopping him. "You didn't need to know."

"Việt Nam is not responding," Čeština interrupted. "Is she dead as well?"

"Áno," Slovensko grunted. "She is dead as well. It appears she was not strong enough to keep up with the nations."

"You die next," Portugalliae hissed. "I kill you myself."

"In case you've forgotten." Slovakia smirked. "We're on the same side."

"And married," Čeština added pleasantly.

"I straight!" Portugalliae argued. "I straight! I boy! I prove it!"

"I will be fine," Čeština giggled. "I believe you. What I mean is, your nation is a girl and married to Slovakia."

"Weak nation." Portugalliae waved a hand dismissively. "I defeat her easy . . . if she not needed." He pouted at the wall.

"She's needed," Slovensko said. "We need to keep her alive until you can maintain your form without her."

"Fine." Portugalliae turned to a steel door. "What we do with her? All she do during day is scream."

"Sverige says we need to have Crescent take care of her," Čeština announced. "Perhaps you should and find her?"

"Fine." Portugalliae grabbed Slovensko by the tie and dragged him down the hall. "You and I find Moony."

"Crescent," Čeština called after them.

"Don't bother," Slovensko shouted over his shoulder. "He's not smart enough to remember."

"You shut!" Portugalliae snapped.

Čeština shook her head and made her way back up the stairs. She closed the door tightly behind herself and locked it. Turning around, she nearly screamed in surprise when she found someone standing behind her.

"You." Čeština clutched her chest. "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be with México."

Albania hefted an iron ball in his hand, the chain wrapped around his arm. "I'm supposed to be with México?" he repeated.

"Ano." Čeština nodded. "You are supposed to be guarding the door with México."

"Then I guess it's a good thing I used the window." Albania let the ball drop and yanked on the chain, swinging his weapon over his head.

"What are you doing?" Čeština backed away quickly, ducking when the ball almost hit her in the head.

"I don't know," Albania snarled. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're attacking me." Čeština bent her knees slightly, preparing to launch herself at her opponent."

"Tell me." Albania brought the iron ball to a stop. "How much fighting has your nation done?"

Čeština was silent as she did the math. Barely any. The Czech Republic was less than fifty years old with barely any war experience on her hands.

The War spun around and raced down the hall with a cry of fear. She could hear the pounding footsteps behind her.

"Run, run, run as fast as you can," Albania shouted. "You can't escape me. I'm the war-bringing man!"

Čeština froze when she met a dead end. She frantically looked for an escape before turning to face her attacker.

Albania let the iron ball swing gently, watching his frightened prey with a dark look.

"This is not you," Čeština gasped. "You are light-hearted, kind, forgiving. Not this."

"I'm sorry." Albania stopped in his tracks. "Did you want me to be kinder? Did you want me to forget what you are doing? You see, I thought it was fun at first. Then it got harder. And then." Albania's expression, if possible, grew darker. "You did something stupid."

"And what is that?" Čeština pressed herself against the wall when Albania lifted his iron ball.

"You tricked me," Albania snarled. "You never trick me."

The last thing Čeština saw was an iron ball flying at her head.

o)O(o

Greece froze when a warn hand touched her shoulders. Snarling, she slapped it away, sobbing when her injured back was bothered. Her injuries had been cared for by Ottoman, covered with bandages wrapped around her torso.

"Greecey, I'm sorry," Ottoman breathed in Greece's ear. "I didn't want ta hurt ya."

"Don't touch me," Greece snarled, curling up tightly. The bandages quickly reddened from the pressure of reopening wounds.

"Relax." Ottoman massaged Greece's arm gently. "Ya'll hurt yerself more."

"I said don't touch me." Greece yanked her arm away. "You tease and beat me. Why should I bother listening to you?"

"Because I love ya," Ottoman said. "That has ta count fer somethin'."

"I don't love a bastard who lies," Greece snapped back.

"Lie about what?" Ottoman demanded. "Ya weren't complainin' when I was watchin' over ya fer all those years as a cat."

"What?" Greece's head snapped to look over her shoulder. "You were Notty?"

"Evet." Ottoman leaned back against the headboard and laced his fingers behind his head. "Didn't ya ever notice the markings around my eyes? A mask."

Greece only screamed and grabbed a pillow, beating Ottoman around the head with it.

"Stop that!" Ottoman grabbed the pillow and tossed it aside. Grabbing Greece by the waist, he dragged her onto his lap and pinned her against his chest. "Yer goin' ta hurt yerself even more."

"You watched me dress!" Greece screeched. "You saw me naked!"

"I was a cat!" Ottoman argued. "Do ya think any of that was goin' through my head at the time?"

"Of course!" Greece snapped. "You were you!"

"Yer still sour over what happened on Globe, aren't ya?" Ottoman asked.

"You perverted bastard!" Greece's struggles increased as she tried to break free.

"Greecey, relax," Ottoman soothed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry fer what I did ta ya on Globe and I hope ya can forgive me."

"Why should I?" Greece gave in, falling against Ottoman's chest. "You tortured me and now I just found out the cat I let into my home is a perverted bastard."

"I'm not perverted," Ottoman sighed. "I guess ya never noticed I turned around when ya changed."

"Don't try to defend yourself," Greece growled. "I know what you did."

"What did I do?" Ottoman asked. "Died fer ya so ya could survive and live a happy life?" His hand tightened around Greece's upper arm. "Gave up my own life fer a brat?"

"Shut up," Greece grumbled.

"Why?" Ottoman rolled them over so he was crouching over Greece. "I gave my life fer ya and returned ta watch over ya, and this is how ya thank me? By callin' me a bastard?"

Greece shrank against the sheets. "You are a bastard. You always have been."

"Greece." Ottoman leaned closer to the female nation. "Do ya remember two years ago when ya were placed under a sleepin' spell? Ya wouldn't wake up until her Prince Charmin' came."

Greece was silent for several minutes as she thought. She could remember falling asleep into a dreamless sleep. What had felt like moments later, she had felt lips against hers and she'd woken up. Her rescuer had left before she had seen who it had been.

Reaching up, Greece rested her hands on the back of Ottoman's head. "You bastard," she said softly and dragged him down for a kiss. Ottoman was still for a moment before he returned the kiss with vigor. It was Greece who pulled away, gazing into Ottoman's covered eyes.

"What color are your eyes?" she asked.

"Red," Ottoman said. He removed the mask he had been wearing. "They've always been red."

"Why bother wearing a mask?" Greece kissed Ottoman on the forehead. "I think you look fine without one."

"I hate wearin' masks." Ottoman returned the kiss to Greece's cheek. "But I'm wearin' one here so I can pretend ta be a War."

"Well I think it's ugly," Greece muttered. "You look better without one."

"Ya really like my eyes?" Ottoman asked. "Is it because I look like a cat?" he teased.

"It's more than that." Greece traced Ottoman's cheekbone with a thumb. "It makes you different. Less like Turkey."

"Ya really hate him, don't ya?" Ottoman chuckled.

"I do." Greece cocked her head. "He's the kind of father who never lets you out of his sight."

"I'd hate that too," Ottoman said before stifling a yawn. He blinked blearily as he looked over his shoulder. "Dammit."

"What?" Greece blinked in confusion.

"That damn sun." Ottoman fell sideways on the bed and sighed heavily. "It makes me sleepy."

"You do know what's going to happen when they find out about you?" Greece rolled onto her side. "The nations, I mean."

"I've defeated them before, I'll do it again," Ottoman muttered with his eyes closed. "Piece of . . . whatever New Scandinavia used ta say."

Greece combed her finger through Ottoman's hair. She swore she could hear him purring.

"Do you really think you'll be able to handle them?" she asked.

"I'm a realm," Ottoman yawned before cuddling up against Greece. "What could they possibly do ta me?"

Greece wrapped her arms around him. "They could take you away again," she said softly.

o)O(o

Turkey groaned when he felt Romano straighten out his arm. It felt like nearly half the bones in his body were shattered from his fall. The burns littering his skin didn't help any. The nations had rescued Turkey from the burning rubble before hurrying to the van and driving for several hours. No one knew if there were any more Wars coming after them.

Hungary sat apart from the group with Andorra and Australia, speaking happily with the pair. The two nations had decided to distract the distressed smaller nation. It had worked when a certain evil-eyed animal poked his head out from behind Australia.

"Stupid bastard," Romano muttered. "You should have just jumped."

"Romano-kun," Japan chided. "You must be nice to Turkey-san. He is very injured."

"Or you could kick him while he's down," Bosnia offered. New Zealand made a face behind the nation's back.

"Why don't you go smoke in a corner or something?" Romano snapped back. "Isn't that what you do?"

"No." Bosnia shrugged. "I jump Italians with a crowbar."

"You think you're tougher than me!" Romano whirled around, raising his fists. "Let's go. I could take you on, bastard!" Andorra looked over worriedly from playing with the koala's paws.

"Romano." Mongolia stepped between Bosnia and Romano, grabbing the Italian nation's fists. "Stop. If you do that, you could cause massive damage."

"You're just protecting him." Romano wrenched his arms free and turned back to Turkey.

"Ouch!" Australia yanked his hand away from the koala. "You didn't need to bit me like that!" The koala growled and bared his teeth in response.

"He's so cute." Andorra returned her attention to the little creature. "I've never seen a coala before."

"He's cute sometimes," Australia grumbled. The koala sank his teeth into his owner's fingers again. "Ouch!" Australia moved is hand and glared down at the koala. "Do you want to start a blue?"

"Oz-kun," Japan called. "Please do not fight with your koala. It is not healthy."

"He started it!" Australia pointed at the koala and yanked his hand back when it tried to bite him again.

"Koalas do not 'start it'," Japan said with a frown. "They are simple animals that spend their entire day eating eucalyptus leaves."

"They're lazy," Australia grumbled and stood. The koala lifted its arms expectantly. "Why should I? All you do is bite me."

"I'll hold him!" Andorra said excitedly. "He's so cute." She patted the koala on the head. The koala looked from Australia to Andorra before holding its arms out to her.

"Watch out or he'll bite you," Australia muttered. "I think he's becoming a carnivore." He moved to stand beside his girlfriend. "How's he doing?" He looked down at Turkey.

"Turkey-san will be just fine," Japan said. Neither of them noticed Romano watching Andorra swing the koala around happily. "It should only take him a week to heal from the broken bones."

"A week?" Turkey's eyes flew open. "Did ya just say a week?"

"Hai, Turkey-san," Japan said. Romano cocked his head when Andorra put the koala on her shoulders. "We should get you to a bed so you can rest."

Hungary panicked and began to try and coax Andorra into lowering the koala from her shoulders.

"I can't just stay down fer a week," Turkey argued and struggled to sit up.

"He's an idiot, isn't he?" Bosnia crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow.

"Do not be mean, Bosnia-kun," Japan said. Romano had to hide a smile when North Korea and Thailand unsuccessfully tried to get the koala away from Andorra.

"So that's what we are," New Zealand said thoughtfully. Mongolia joined her relatives in rescuing the poor animal. "An idiot." He motioned to Turkey.

"Hey!" Turkey growled and tried to sit up again, snarling when Australia pushed him down.

"A drama queen." Bosnia's jaw dropped at the words. "A boy with probably the foulest mouth on the planet." Romano's hands clenched and he looked ready to strangle New Zealand. "A basket case." New Zealand pointed at North Korea who glared over his shoulder.

"New Zealand-kun, that is not very nice," Japan chided.

"A mother." New Zealand grinned at Japan's shocked face. "A man who thinks he can take on the world." He tipped his head back to look at Thailand. "Along with his solitary living cousin." Mongolia scowled at the smaller nation.

Andorra paused in the act of spinning around. "You're not being very nice," she pointed out.

"A whackjob with a frying pan," New Zealand continued.

"Can I hit him?" Hungary asked innocently.

"Be my guest, ana." Thailand waved a hand.

"A girl who seems to have smoked something." New Zealand ignored the threat from Hungary. "And my crazy older brother."

"And an ankle-biter who's going to get it," Australia grumbled, picking New Zealand up and tucking him under his arm.

"What?" New Zealand's eyes widened. "Let me go!" He kicked wildly in his brother's grip.

"Nope," Australia said cheerfully. "And I believe Japan will be coming with. Isn't that right?" He flashed a grin over his shoulder. "After all, mothers always give the scolding."

"W-What?" Japan stuttered before she sighed and stood. "Hai, Oz-kun. Romano-kun, will you please watch over Turkey-san?"

"Sì, whatever," Romano muttered.

"Are you joking?" Turkey choked. "He'll try ta kill me!"

"You will be just fine." Japan patted Turkey on the forehead. "Thailand-san, North Korea-kun, and Mongolia-chan are here to protect you."

"Chto?" Mongolia glanced over her shoulder from where she was trying to free the koala. For some reason, it looked as though it was actually having fun.

"And Andorra-chan is here," Japan added.

"Hm?" Andorra looked over her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind the koala holding onto her hair.

"Hah!" Hungary grabbed the koala and yanked it free. "Now I have you." She giggled nervously when it gave her a rather evil look. "Help," she squeaked.

Japan shook her head and followed Australia with his brother.

o)O(o

Norway struggled against the shackles pinning her arms behind her back. The chain ran along the floor and connected to the wall. She could feel the midday humidity already drenching her clothes. Her hair stuck to her face and only caused her to heat up even more. Norway twisted her wrist and cursed when she felt the splintered metal cut her wrist.

"Stupid pieces of junk." Norway looked over her shoulder to see a few drops of blood run down her hand. Looking out the window, she spotted another War walking past. They wandered by every once in a while, barely sparing her a glance.

Norway almost screamed when a hand touched hers. She looked over her shoulder once more, this time to see Albania standing behind her. The other nation looked exhausted.

"What are you doing here?" Norway hissed.

"Taking care of you." Albania withdrew a laser pointer from his pocket and pointed it at the shackles. He pressed the button and waited a few seconds before the lock clicked and the chains fell off.

"How did you do that?" Norway watched Albania pocket the strange device before he examined her wrists.

"Spoilers," was all he offered before taking out a small bottle. He sprayed liquid onto Norway's wounds. Norway hissed as she felt the disinfectant hit her wrists.

"How did you get here?" she pressed.

"I walked." Albania shrugged like it was nothing.

"You walked?" Norway scoffed. "You walked past a coupe Wars and just happened to sneak in here?"

"Like I said," Albania said as he stood. "Spoilers."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Norway snapped, following her rescuer.

"What do you know?" Albania looked over his shoulder. He glanced out the window before clambering out and helping Norway.

"What do I know?" Norway repeated. "I know you're a thief and will probably be expecting something from me."

"So you don't know?" Albania clarified.

"Don't know what?" Norway followed Albania into the trees.

"It's nothing," Albania said quickly as he climbed over a fallen tree. Norway launched herself over it easily.

"Tell me," Norway urged. "What don't I know?"

"'It's not important," Albania snapped. "Just stop asking."

"No." Norway grabbed Albania's wrist and yanked him back. "I've just been kidnapped and locked up twice. I am seeing things I thought I never would. I'm beginning to believe the impossible."

Albania gave a short laugh, running a hand through his hair. "You would not believe my story," he chuckled.

It was then Norway really noticed him for the first time. The male nation was dressed in a Vietnamese soldier's uniform and his boots were worn out. His hair had been poorly cut, probably hacked away with a knife. The dark eyes carried a new look, as though he had seen more than enough for a lifetime.

"What makes you think I won't believe it?" Norway asked.

"Because you won't." Albania shrugged. "Not yet."

"Not yet." Norway crossed her arms. "How long do I have to wait then?"

"I don't know." Albania shrugged again. "A couple days, a few months, a few years. How should I know?"

"A few?" Norway asked, utterly confused. "Why do you keep talking riddles?" she demanded.

"They're all I know," Albania said softly. "It's what I learned."

"What you learned?" Norway frowned. "You've changed. You're not the same."

"I'm not." Albania glanced sideways at Norway. "Let me give you a hint."

"A hint?" Norway unfolded her arms and straightened up, paying close attention.

"Po." Albania nodded. "I will tell you if you do something for me."

"What?" Norway asked impatiently.

"Close your eyes and don't tell anyone you met me," Albania ordered. Norway nodded slowly and closed her eyes. Hands rested on her shoulders.

"Time rests in your hands." Albania's voice caused Norway to jump slightly. "If you tell anyone you met me, I may find out. That will be trouble in itself. I can't know yet."

"Know what?" Norway breathed.

"I'll find out later," Albania said wryly. "Here is your hit: search for Vietnam. When you find her, look under her feet."

"Look under her feet?" Norway repeated. "What do you mean by that?" When there was no reply, she opened her eyes to find herself alone, as though Albania had never been there. Looking around at the trees, Norway frowned in confusion.

Something crinkled in her pocket and Norway was quick to grab it. Upon unfolding it, she gave a quiet laugh at the sight of a map leading her to the road.

"You will never cease to surprise me," Norway sighed and shook her head. "Now you will never be able to surprise me again." She turned and began to head in the opposite direction of the road. She didn't see the statue among the trees staring after her.

A/N: What did you think?

This is so much better than the other chapter we had up!

Napoleonic Wars – (1803 – 1815) the United Kingdom/Allies vs. France/Allies

Casualties: 3.4 million – 6.5 million

Results: the fall of the first French Empire

Czech is a very young nation. We only count the wars she's been in since Czechoslovakia split up. That's six wars, but we're focusing on the wars up to the Vietnam War.

Koalas spend twenty-two hours of a day sleeping and eat only eucalyptus leaves. This leads to misconception that koalas are 'drugged up' on eucalyptus leaves.

Did you know 'koala' means 'no drink'? Just like 'kangaroo' means 'I don't know'!