10Re-writing this story with my new writing style, yay~. First off there are no set pairings yet in this story, if a particular couple seem to arise then perhaps something will happen otherwise this is just bonding between nations. Anything between England and America in this chapter is COMPLETELY brotherly, alright? I don't need people pulling out torches chasing me over any unintentional USUK sentences. This story will mainly follow England and occasionally Prussia (got to have that awesomeness there). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or anything really in this chapter aside from the idea!
The Forgotten
~Chapter I: Trapped~
"L'Angleterre, perhaps we should ask for directions."
"No! It's around here somewhere…"
"Haha! Iggy got lost!"
"Shut up!" the shorter male snapped as he glanced back at the two blonds behind him. The look didn't linger long before England cast his eyes back in front as he continued trudging against the light wind, emerald irises drifting back and forth from the buildings on his left and to those on his right, across the street, for the hotel they were searching for. Clenching his hands by his sides, he bit his lip slightly wanting to admit that he needed help finding the hotel but unable to speak up with the heavy resistance of pride warring against him. A loud laugh from behind made his eyebrow twitch in annoyance, lowering his patience.
"Dude, I thought you knew your way around here," the familiar voice of America criticized, his tone surprisingly upbeat. England's teeth ground together, the nation trying to take in deep breaths to calm his nerves.
"Ireland's been independent for years! How am I supposed to know where the hell I'm going," he finally admitted begrudgingly. England never liked that he didn't know his brother's land the way he used to, especially since he was in a situation where it would be useful, but that was where the World Meeting was being held – in Dublin. America had insisted after the meeting to accompany the Brit back to the hotel and soon after France had joined their party since he had lost the address. England couldn't remember where the hotel was, and after driving over a broken bottle on the road the front tire of their vehicle had been punctured, so the three nations currently searched for the hotel on foot until they could obtain the number for a tow truck.
"Mon cher, why do we not ask for directions?" France's voice questioned. England grunted at hearing the French accented voice, an accent he had grown to distaste.
"No! I can find it on my own!" he replied snidely despite the voice in the back of his head telling him he was making a mistake. A hand on his shoulder stopped his pace and he looked up at the tall male standing beside him.
"Dude, we're totally lost," America said, his grip on the Brit's shoulder tightening slightly as though reassuring the other. England gave a small huff, not at the words but at the smile that remained on the American's face despite his words. "Can I try leading?"
"You? Lead?" England questioned skeptically. "You think you know where you're going better than me?" America's smile never faded but instead shrank into a more uneasy grin as he raised his hands up.
"Calm down, Iggy. I just wanna help," he replied. England blinked, surprised, not noticing that he had sounded angered. Sighing slightly, he felt guilt at raising his voice unintentionally to the American and knowing he didn't have the patience to not indulge the younger he gave a curt nod. America's smile widened back to how it was previously before walking ahead of the Brit so as to lead. England sighed once again as France stepped up beside him. Knowing he now had to walk with the Frenchman the Brit stuffed his hands into his pockets with a bitter scoff as he walked forward.
Following behind America, England began to notice that they had become more lost than they had before. The streets became more deserted and dejected, soon leaving them to be the only ones inhabiting the area. The Brit started to become nervous, a feeling that had grown without his detection until they came upon a certain street. Wrapping his arms around his chest in discomfort he opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by France's voice.
"I believe we are even more lost than before," the Frenchman commented with a tsk. America stopped his pace and looked back at the two. His smile turned sheepish and he laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah. Let's call Mattie, he knows where it is," he suggested. England blinked as he recalled the Canadian. Cursing under his breath at forgetting his own son's existence the Englishman's eyebrows furrowed together as he glared at the American.
"Why didn't you suggest that before?" he questioned annoyed. America cocked his head as his face reflected confusion. France chuckled as he placed and arm around the Brit's shoulders.
"Forgot about mon petit Mathieu?" France asked with a teasing grin. England quickly slapped the man's arm away, stepping away so the Frenchman couldn't touch him again.
"N-No!" he defended though his stutter revealed his lie.
"Hey, guys, check it out!" America suddenly exclaimed. Looking over at the nation the American had his hand pointing across the street towards a tall building. The structure was old; the bricks were chipped, the white framing around the doors and windows browning, a layer of grime coating the glass surfaces, and the shrubbery bordering overgrown and climbing up the building's walls. England's nose scrunched up, questions as to why the American would dare point out such a horrendous sight arising in his mind. It wasn't until then did the Brit noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off of it, his body seeming to lean in slightly as if being drawn toward it. A violent shiver ran down his spine and England tightened his arms around his chest, shrinking away from the building and away from the invisible force luring him towards it.
"L'Angleterre?" France's voice called, pulling England out of his daze. Looking at the Frenchman he noticed that he was panting slightly, a cold sweat falling down from his temple. France's expression, one of curiosity, turned to concern. "What's wrong?" England wasn't sure how to answer, he didn't know what was wrong or why he was reacting the way he was. Not knowing what else to do he shook his head.
"N-Nothing," he lied, casting his eyes away from the Frenchman in guilt. France stepped forward, bowing forward so that his face was closer to the Brit's, hoping to catch the Englishman's eyes. When the emerald irises finally shifted to meet sapphire France gave a small nod as though he understood from England's uneasy gaze that he shouldn't question further.
"Forget the hotel, we can stay here!" American exclaimed, turning to look at the other two nations. England's eyes snapped to the American in panic, an overwhelming need to get away from the building and its strange aura filling him.
"We should stay with the others," he quickly interjected, hoping that America wouldn't argue with him on the subject. The other nation's smile widened.
"They can all come here!" he replied.
"No, they can't. Ireland picked the hotel, we have to abide by his wishes as our host," England reasoned, his gaze turning hard.
"We do not know that this is a hotel," France spoke up, placing a reassuring hand on the Brit's shoulders. England looked at France for a moment, feeling glad for once that the Frenchman was helping him, before glancing back at the unfazed American.
"It says 'Hotel' right there," America retorted, pointing to a faded sign hanging over the building's door.
"Oh," France said, "I did not see that." England squinted his eyes as he looked at the sign nervously. Was that there before? He wondered, trying to think back to the building's original appearance.
"We can at least get the number for a tow truck here, can't we?" America continued, insistent. The Brit's brows furrowed slightly at the other nation, wondering why he wouldn't relent but he soon dismissed the question, knowing from the glow in the American's eyes that this was an attempt at an adventure after a long and dull meeting.
"L'Angleterre?" France called. England looked at the Frenchman, the other's eyes asking for permission to agree with the American. With a small sigh he looked away.
"Fine, but we're not staying here longer than necessary," he relented, the unease in his stomach growing. America cheered as he jumped up and down before darting across the road towards the hotel.
"Alfred, be careful! There could be cars!" England yelled after the blond, angry at the other's irrational behavior. France chuckled, a soft smile on his face.
"Still so parental after all these years?" he questioned, a knowing look in his eyes. England scoffed, looking after the American.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Of course not. But there are no cars, you know," France pointed out before crossing the street as well, not glancing at the road as he did so. England sighed again as he looked around at the deserted area.
"This isn't unusual to anyone else?" he wondered to himself before slowly following after the two.
America had reached the door, being the first to bolt towards it, and took no time in twisting the brass knob to open it. England watched the American peak his head through the entrance before pushing the door further open and stepping inside.
"Wow! Dudes, you've got to see this!" America's voice called from within. England sighed as he followed behind France as they too entered the threshold. His eyes widened as the sight before him was the opposite of what he expected. The hotel was beautiful, its floors tiled and waxed to perfection, light gleaming down from the golden chandelier above. The front entrance was wider than long, a counter tucked near the far wall; the back of multiple computer monitors faced towards them. In the center of the room, right beneath the chandelier, was a sitting area for guests, two long couches facing one another with two arm chairs on either side of the couches, a coffee table placed as the centerpiece.
"Magnificent!" France gasped.
"My word," England whispered in surprise and awe. Looking around at the gorgeous scenery, the Brit jumped in surprise when the door slipped out from where his hand was placed on it and slammed shut. Looking quickly from the door to the other nations his eyes widened again in shock. The light from the chandelier had turned off, the room's decorations changing drastically. The once beautiful lounge now reflected the same state as the exterior of the building: the chandelier hanging lopsided from the ceiling, its crystals lying hazardly on the coffee table beneath, the computer screens smashed, the couches ripped and leaking stuffing, papers scattered along the floor, and a thick layer of dust covered every surface.
"Mon Dieu!" France gasped, his hand covering his mouth.
"What happened?" America questioned, his face reflecting fear as he looked towards the Brit as though he were the cause. England looked at him startled.
"I don't know!" he defended, his tone become angry at the look directed towards him. "Everything just…changed." The three nations looked around the room, each moving closer to one another. England gulped nervously, his panic from before returning.
"What if it was," America gulped, "a ghost?" England shook his head slightly, trying to shake away the fear inside him.
"No…No, I don't think so," he assured, taking the American's hand in comfort, though his eyes continued searching the room. America's grip tightened around the Brit's, and England knew it was because of his overwhelming fear of ghosts.
"Why don't we leave?" France suggested, his voice thick. England nodded.
"Yes. That's a good idea." Taking his hand away from the American's the Brit took a few steps towards the door before grabbing the handle. Turning the knob he pulled, but the door wouldn't move. Frowning, his brows furrowing, he tried pushing but the door wouldn't budge.
"Open it, Iggy," America urged. England growled as he continued pushing and pulling the door without success.
"The door won't move!" he exclaimed frustrated as fear washed over him as well.
"Mon Dieu it is like a horror movie!" France exclaimed dramatically. Shoving his shoulder into the door England continued to apply his own weight forcibly against the piece of wood in hopes that it would budge.
CA-CHINK
England froze at the familiar sound of the cocking of a gun. Turning around wildly his eyes widened to see a fourth figure in the room, hidden in the shadows cast by the doorway leading into the next room on the left.
"Don't move!" a thick accented voice barked, a small glint reflecting off of the gun in their hands. England's heart jumped again when a shriek was heard from America.
"The ghost is trying to kill us!" he yelled before hiding behind France, the later appearing too stunned to stop him. The figure suddenly straightened, the gun lowered as a small scoff was heard.
"It's only you," the voice stated as its posture relaxed, placing the gun under the lapel of its jacket. England blinked as he tried squinting his eyes to see the person clearer.
"Germany?" he guessed from the accent, hoping he was correct. The figure's shadowed head nodded.
"Ja." France gave a gasp at the news, America walking around the nation to see Germany clearer.
"Germany? What are you doing here?! Why the hell did you scare us?!" America exclaimed, waving his arms dramatically in the air. Germany took a few steps towards them, coming more into the poorly lit room.
"I heard voices. I thought it could be an enemy," he responded while crossing his arms. England blinked, surprised.
"Enemy?" he repeated uncertainly. Germany gave a short nod.
"Why are you here?" France cut in to the Brit's annoyance.
"We were on a walk when Italy suddenly took off. Mein bruder and I chased him here. When we asked why he left he said he didn't remember running off at all," Germany explained while looking at each nation at a time. England's brows furrowed at the story, the uneasiness in his stomach getting stronger.
"Who is here?" France continued questioning.
"Only the three of us. We tried contacting other nations, but our phones don't have any signal in here. And, as you can see, we can't get out," Germany replied with a deep grunt. The three blond nations sighed in unison.
"There's really no way out," England whispered to himself, knowing that the German nation would have tried every method to escape.
"We're going to die!" America cried, wrapping his arms around the Brit and fake sobbing onto his shoulder. England growled annoyed at the gesture.
"Shut up you bloody git! There's no point in crying about it now!" he snapped as he attempted to shove the larger nation off of him without success.
"Oi, West, what's that noise?" another voice piped up as a new figure joined the room. America pulled away slightly from the Brit to look at the new addition to the room allowing for England to also see. Unlike Germany the new arrival was much easier to see in the dim lighting, his platinum blond hair practically glowing in the minimal rays of sunlight and his red eyes peering frighteningly behind his tasselled bangs. Seeing the three nations Prussia grinned widely and went to stand by his brother.
"Franny!" he greeted while looking at the French nation in welcome.
"Mon amis," France exclaimed happily as he skipped over to his friend and pulled him into a tight embrace. "I thought l'Espagne and I would have to go drinking alone. Why are you here, mon amis?" Prussia laughed as he took a step back from the Frenchman.
"West dragged me to Ireland so I wouldn't cause trouble at home…completely unawesome. Anyways, I was in the lobby the whole time," he replied with a lopsided grin.
"Non!" France exclaimed. "You are always welcome in the meeting! Next time you come and sit with me." Prussia nodded with a laugh.
"Awesome."
"Bruder, where's Italy?" Germany questioned while quirking an eyebrow towards the older nation. Prussia paused for a moment as his face slowly turned into realization.
"Oops." In the next room a loud cry was heard.
"Prussia?! Germany!" Italy's familiar voice called in panic. Germany sighed heavily.
"I told you to not leave him alone!" he barked at his brother before turning abruptly and storming out of the room. Prussia rubbed the back of his neck, giving a nervous laugh.
"Oops," he repeated.
"Ah, Italy will be here soon~," France swooned, clapping his hands together. England groaned at seeing the Frenchman happy, especially when his tone sounded too suggestive.
"So, dude, what is this place?" America questioned, looking at the Prussian. Prussia only shrugged, crossing his arms as his face turned more serious.
"I don't know. We've been searching around for a while now, but there's no one here. Kind of gives me the creeps," he replied, shivering slightly as his red eyes glanced around.
"Oui, it's like a haunted house," France agreed with a nod as his eyes also travelled around the room.
"Ja."
"But there aren't any…you know…" America started, waving his hand in emphasis, his face nervous.
"Ghosts?" Prussia finished, his eyebrow cocking and a grin slowly spreading on his face, his appearance more frightening in the lack of light. A sweat drop trailed down America's temple as he nodded, his expression trying to come across as nonchalant though it failed. Prussia shook his with a small chuckle.
"Nein. Or at least, not that we've seen," he replied, his voice turning mischievous at the end. America gulped as he took a step closer to England. England wasn't fazed by the news, but instead he was concerned. As soon as America wasn't looking at the Prussian the albino showed a hint of worry on his face, his eyes glancing around, and it intrigued the Brit to know what put the ex-nation on edge.
"Bruder," Germany called as he entered the room, Italy clinging to his arm in a tight grasp as he made small whimpers. "Don't leave Italy by himself again."
"Sorry Feli," Prussia apologized as he gave a small bow. Italy looked at him and gave a small smile though his face remained nervous.
"It's okay," the Italian said. Looking at the others his amber eyes brightening as he perked up his head. "We're not alone anymore!"
"I wonder if the others will come here too," America questioned suddenly, his finger tapping his chin. England looked at the door and then back to the American.
"Well, if they do we better be ready for them. We can't open the doors, but they can open it from the other side," he pointed out while crossing his arms thoughtfully. Germany nodded.
"Someone will stay here and watch the door, everyone else will search the building," he said sternly, looking at each face in the room.
"You did not search the whole building?" France questioned. Prussia shook his head.
"Nein, we only had time for the first floor."
"Well we better play it safe, then. We'll search only the next floor, and when we're certain that everyone's safe we'll continue onto the next," England suggest, looking around to make certain that everyone agreed. All heads nodded, except for Italy who glanced around watching the other nations create the plan.
"There are six of us and one of us will have to stay here to stand watch of the door. The groups will be uneven," Germany stated with a grunt.
"One person could just patrol this floor, there are some rooms we didn't check," Prussia offered, motioning with his hand to emphasize his words. England nodded in agreement.
"America can watch the door," he volunteered, emerald eyes looking at the tall American expectantly. America pouted, his face reflecting disappointment and crushed hopes.
"Aww, come on Iggy! I want to explore!" he whined, tugging on the shorter's sleeve. England yanked his arm away, his decision unyielding.
"Stop calling me that," he growled in annoyance. "I would prefer it if you stayed down here. If there is something, or someone, here I would rather them not find out that we're also here from your loud voice."
"Hey!" America yelled while waving his arms around. "I'm not loud!" A chorus of hushes were heard around and soon the American crossed his arms with a huff. "Fine."
"Bruder, you stay on this floor as well," Germany commanded, looking at the Prussian beside him. Prussia's eyes widened as a look of bewilderment and shock came over his features.
"West!" he exclaimed, a hint of a whine in his voice.
"Italy and I are without a doubt going to be partners. France will pick England so you'll have no one to be partnered with. So stay down here and don't cause any trouble," the younger of the two said firmly, leaving little room to argue. Prussia's mouth hung open, speechless.
"Franny?" he said quietly in disbelief as he looked at the Frenchman with slight hurt. France shifted uncomfortably under the albino's gaze but bowed his head.
"Sorry, mon ami." Prussia looked from France to England before crossing his arms with a huff.
"I'll keep this floor safe with my Awesomeness," he mumbled. England blinked, not expecting the albino to give up so easily, setting a sense of dread in his stomach at realizing he was now partnered with the French nation.
"Wait, I'm stuck with the frog?" he question in disbelief, hoping he had misheard. France's posture perked up as a perverted smile crossed his lips. Skipping over to the Brit he quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller male's waist, holding tight again the other's struggles against him.
"Excited?" he whispered slowly, almost seductively into the Englishman's ear. England had to stop himself from gagging as he managed to stuff his arm under France's and push it away from his body long enough to wiggle out of the entire embrace.
"Nauseated," he replied, his nose scrunching up at the sight of the Frenchman. The sound of a throat being cleared gained both of the blonde's attentions as they turned to Germany.
"Let's go," he ordered.
~oOo~
"This is so unawesome…" Prussia murmured to himself, stubbing his toe onto a lone paper on the floor to stop it from drifting in the wind he created by walking. Glancing at the sheet he scoffed at finding nothing of use on it before continuing to walk on, looking at a few more sheets as he went. Despite his slack shoulders or his slouched position with his hands stuffed into his pockets indicating that he was bored and completely unalarmed by his current situation in the hotel, his emotions felt otherwise.
He was angry and hurt, if there was one thing he hated more than anything it was being left alone. He could understand and forgive his brother for picking Italy since the Italian would probably cause more trouble alone than Prussia would, but he couldn't understand why France, his friend that was happy to see him even in Ireland, would leave him for England. He knew France liked England, or at least liked teasing him, but did he really rank bugging the Brit over being with his friend he hadn't seen for months? Prussia began wondering exactly how the other nations ranked him, or if he categorized at all of being worth anything. He thought at first that perhaps it was his fault for not attending more world meetings or visiting nations, but he knew they wouldn't have much time to entertain him anyways since they were all still countries and therefore busy occupied as such unlike him. The only nation who would most likely reschedule everything to be able to spend time with the ex-nation would be Russia, and it wasn't attention the Prussian wanted to receive.
Sighing, annoyed, Prussia trudged into the next room, one he had already searched before. Strolling to a desk he swiftly snatched up a pile of papers, leafing through the contents. There wasn't any important information; the sheets were records of old phone bills, but Prussia read through them anyway getting amused by the strange names on the papers. He paused suddenly, his ears perking up at the sound of creaking, but quickly glancing around and not hearing the sound again he dismissed it uneasily. He immediately regretted it as the sound of quick footsteps entered the room.
"Don't move!" a voice yelled at him, making the albino jump in surprise and whirl around to face the intruder despite the other's words. Standing near the other entrance stood a tall figure, the faint light reflecting off of the gun in their hands pointed directly at him. Prussia's heart skipped a beat at seeing the weapon, but as his eyes slowly moved up to the other's face, his eyebrow cocked up curiously at seeing there was also something reflective on the intruder's face. Letting out a breath and rolling his eyes he put a hand over his heart in relief.
"Geez, you scared me. Not awesome," Prussia said with a small shake of his head. The shadowed figure's position shifted, their grip on the gun loosening slightly as their head tilted slightly to the side.
"Prussia?" they questioned.
"Ja, who else?"
"Dude, what the hell?! I could have shot you!" America exclaimed, waving his arms dramatically as well as the gun. Prussia rolled his eyes again as he placed the papers in his hand down before walking over to the flustered American.
"I'm patrolling the grounds, as ordered," he replied unhappily, waving his hand dismissively. "Found nothing. Why are you in here? Aren't you guarding the door?" America let out a breath as he placed his gun under the lapel of his jacket, no doubt putting it in a holster.
"I heard sounds, I forgot you were down here," he replied, his face earnest. Prussia scoffed, opening his mouth to retort but paused. Distantly, barely heard, the sound of a door slowly creaking was heard.
"Hello?" a tiny voice called, barely audible from where the two stood.
"Nein, that can't be…" Prussia whispered to himself, listening closely to try and identify the voice. America's brows furrowed together as he gave the albino a strange look.
"Dude, what are you doing?" he questioned immediately being hushed by the Prussian.
"Birdie?" Prussia identified uncertainly as he brushed by the taller nation and headed towards the front entrance, his curiosity overshadowing the thought that there could be someone new in the hotel.
Entering the main lobby from the right, feeling America closely behind, Prussia paused at seeing three shadows standing by the door. The light the entrance casted on them shadowed their front features, but Prussia was able to see enough to be able to identify each. Closest to them stood a tall male, about the same height as America, with wavy hair bordering their face and glasses lightly reflecting the light, a small polar bear dangling from his arms. Beside him stood a shorter man, his hair noticeably black and blended him almost perfectly into his surroundings, the only thing causing him to stand out is his more lightly colored formal clothing. The last of the three was much taller than the rest, towering over the shortest by a great height, his build outlined by his grey clothing and his rounded face accented by the white scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Prussia couldn't help smiling at seeing the three, knowing each of their identities well, and the door to the hotel had been opened. However this smile faded quickly as he noticed the tallest of the three pushing his hand against the door to close it.
"NEIN!"
"NO!"
Both America and Prussia shouted, the former also realizing the situation, but it was too late. The door shut with a slam and the three new guests all jumped in surprise at the shout and without a doubt at the change of scenery Prussia was certain they saw.
"Al!" Canada called from where he stood, his face one of surprise as he quickly went over to his brother, his violet eyes looking around at his new surroundings nervously. America blinked, looking at the other as he scratched the back of his neck. Prussia couldn't stop his eyebrow from twitching, scoffing slightly at the American obviously not being able to recognize his own brother.
"Canada," he mumbled under his breath, loud enough for America to hear as Canada approached.
"Oh, Mattie!" America beamed suddenly, a smile stretching brightly on his face as he pulled the Canadian into a hug, squishing the polar bear in-between them. Canada blushed slightly in surprise before carefully wiggling out of the tight embrace enough for Kumajiro to breathe.
"What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Canada questioned, his voice quiet as he looked at his southern twin.
"I'm fine. Our car broke down, we thought we could get a number for a tow truck here," America replied with a small laugh. Prussia's red eyes moved from the Canadian to the door as he sighed knowing that they would be in trouble when Germany found out what happened.
"Why did you yell at us, comrades?" Russia questioned as he looked from America to the Prussian, his eyes staying on the albino longer than Prussia liked. Huffing the German crossed his arms.
"You closed the door! Dummkopf!" he yelled critically, happy that it was all directed towards the Russian.
"Prussia-san," Japan piped in, his hands raised in defense, "I do not understand why you are angry."
"I'm not angry at you, Japan. Just the big unawesome lump of ice beside you. Try opening the door!" Prussia dared, looking venomously at the Russian. Russia smiled his childlike smile at the Prussian, obviously amused, before nodding his head and turning towards the door. He placed his hand on the knob and turned it. His smile faded into a childish pout as he pushed and pulled on the door but it refused to budge.
"It's locked," he said as he looked at the others.
"Ja, it's locked. And you can't pick at the lock to open it either, I already tried, and I'm a pro. There's no way out of this place!" Prussia exclaimed, feeling more dread every time the idea of his brother coming to the first floor to realize they failed came to mind.
"N-Nani?" Japan exclaimed, looking around in what appeared to be befuddlement.
"We were waiting for someone to come open the door so we could get out but someone fucked up our chances of ever escaping!" Prussia continued, glaring daggers at the American beside him.
"It was an accident!" America defended.
"Well now we're trapped in here! The doors are locked, the windows won't budge or break, and there's no reason as to why but we're damn well stuck in it!" Prussia continued venting as he began pacing the room frantically.
"Dude, it'll be okay," America said, his face unconvincing. "Besides, Iggy and the others are on the next floor. Maybe they found something."
"Yeah right." Prussia huffed in reply.
"England-san is here as well?" Japan questioned. America nodded his head.
"And France. The whole G8," he answered as he looked around at the people present.
"We got a bonus," Russia corrected as his eyes remained firmly on the Prussian. Prussia gave the Russian an annoyed look as he continued to pace as he thought over his situation.
"How did you guys know we were here?" America asked, looking at his brother.
"Germany-san called me," Japan answered, gaining the American's attention. "He said Italy-san had run off and asked for my assistance. He said that Italy-san went into a strange Hotel around here before he hung up. Russia-san and Canada-san offered to accompany me."
"So you're the guy he called," Prussia recalled with a small nod. Silence befell the group as they all looked at each other, expecting someone to speak as the albino continued to pace.
"Al?" Canada finally piped up. "What do we do now?" America's eyes fell on his twin as he took a step back to see him more clearly.
"I guess we have to wait for Iggy to come back," he replied with an uneasy smile. Prussia couldn't help letting out a weak snicker.
"If West doesn't kill us Limey will."
A/N-Please review with your comments on the story thus far!