Alfred woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing and loud yelling coming from outside his house. He rolled over and grabbed Texas and put it on to see where his phone was.
"Argh. Who is calling this early on a Sunday morning?" he groaned as he reached for his phone on the night stand. He pressed talk and was soon assulted with wild cursing.
'Of course. Arthur.'
"YOU BLOODY ASSHOLE!! I JUST KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO DID IT!!!" screamed Arthur.
"Did what?" asked Alfred as he sat up in bed. 'What is that noise outside?' he thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"DON'T ACT ALL INNOCENT YOU WANKER!!"
"No, seriously. I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Turn on your damn t.v. to your news channel!"
Alfred sighed. "Fine. Fine. I will. Just stop yelling," said Alfred as he grabbed the remote and turned on the t.v. to CNN.
They were showing a live video of a house that was surrounded by the press and the police. Wolf Blizter was on talking and walking in front of the of the live feed of the house that looked very familiar to Alfred....
"...and here we are showing you all the house of the supposed personification of The United States of America. An anonymous source called us a few days ago with proof that a man named Alfred F. Jones, age 19, was the personification of the U.S. Not only that, they gave us the names and locations of the other supposed personifications of other countries. The some of names we have of the others are Matthew Williams of Canada, age 19, Arthur Kirkland of England, age 23, Francis Bonnefoy of France, age 26, Ivan Braginsky of Russia, age unknown and many more that you can find on CNN.com. If you are just tuning in and do not believe us, the source gave us many pictures, which have been confirmed authentic by our experts." said Blizter as he pressed a button. The live feed disappeared behind him and a black a white picture appeared. It showed Alfred, Ivan, and Arthur standing the background behind their bosses.
"Here is a photo dated November 30, 1943 at the Tehran Conference. Here you can clearly see behind Stalin, FDR, and Churchill Mr. Jones, Mr. Braginsky, and Mr. Kirkland," said the reporter pointing to each one. he clicked the button again and a new picture had appeared. "Here is a photo taken after the fall of Berlin in 1945 with Jones, Braginsky, and Kirkland looking the same as they did two years before." The reporter clicked the button again.
"This is the final nail in the coffin. This picture was taken at the recent G20 meeting that shows Jones, Kirkland and Braginsky looking no older than they did 63 years ago. What does this mean? Are they immortals or are they really the personifications of their countries? Our analysts will be discussing this at the top of the hour...Next is Lou Dobbs on how does this make Americans feel....."
Alfred had long since tuned out the reporter and had his mouth open in shock.
"Holy shit," he whispered. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! Arthur! Who in the hell told them?! Who gave them those pictures!?" he screamed into the phone.
"How in the hell should I know!? I thought it was you! I only found out when I went outside for the morning post and was attacked by reporters!" screamed Arthur back.
"This is bad Arthur. This is really, really bad! What should we do?"
"Don't look outside, don't go outside. I bet our bosses are trying to find a way to fix this with out us getting hurt and from chaos from happening. Who knows what the people will do. They only people who seem not to care are Greece's and Japan's.”
“Of course they wouldn’t,” muttered Alfred. Then, his phone beeped, telling him that he had call coming in. He looked at the screen and it said MATT on it.
“Hold on a sec, Arthur. It’s Matt,” said Alfred.
“Okay. Just repeat everything I just told you to your brother.”
“I will,” he said before switching over to his twin brother.
“ALFRED! What did you do!?” yelled Matthew, “I open my window to get some fresh spring air into my house and is greeted by reporters calling me CANADA. Not my human name but Canada!”
“Despite popular belief, I had no hand in this! I just woke up and found out myself,” said Alfred.
“How did they know? Who found out us and told everyone? We were so careful making sure we didn’t stay in one place to long. You never told anyone who you were right?” asked Matthew.
“I don’t know. I have my main house in D.C. but I only stay there if I need to. And even then, I mostly sleep in the White House. And I’ve only told people who I was when they were dying, when they were too young to remember, or to soldiers for morale or for comfort. And even then they swore never to tell. The people in the White House and in the government know since my states have their own personifications,” said Alfred as he leaned against his head board, “And those are the only ones who know...”
“You told children?”
“What parent would believe their child if they said they met America?”
“Arthur said we should stay low until our bosses straighten out this mess.”
“That would be for the best. I have enough food to last a while....” said Matthew quietly over the phone. Then he let out a sad sigh, “We are never going to be left alone again after this, are we?”
Alfred thought about it for a few seconds. He wanted to lie to his twin brother and tell him that everything would be fine and they would be left alone, but he couldn’t. “I...I don’t know Matt. I really don’t,” he replied sadly. “Anyway, I have Arthur on the other line....So I’ll talk to you later. Good bye.”
“Good bye, Al,” said Matthew before he hung up.
Alfred ran a hand through his hair before clicking back over to Arthur.
When he did he heard yelling in the back ground.
“Mr. Kirkland! Mr. Kirkland! Are there personifications of Scotland and Wales? Or did you kill them? Why are running? Please answer our questions!” said the voice of one reporter.
“GET OUT OF MY HOME!!” Alfred heard Arthur roar.
“The public needs to know! They deserve this after being lied to!!
“THEY WERE NEVER LIED TO! Now get out my home before I force you out!”
“How are you going to do that, Mr. Kirkland? Use Magic on us?” taunted a different reporter.
Alfred’s eyes widened. ‘Don’t do it, Arthur. Don’t do it!’ he thought.
“No. I will call the police and all of you will be arrested for invading my home. Now all of you both leave now and not go to jail or you leave in handcuffs. Your choice.
“We will leave for now, Mr. Kirkland, but we will be back and you will have to answer our questions then.
Alfred heard a door slam and then sound of doors being locked and the scrape of furniture moving.
After all the sounds stopped, he deemed it safe to speak.
“Hey Arthur, are you okay now?” he asked.
“You heard that?” Arthur groaned. “Yes. I’m fine now. Stupid reporters.... they broke two of my tea cups...”
“How did they get inside your home?”
“They found an open window and climbed after you started to talk to Matthew.”
“Ah,” Alfred paused, “You weren’t really going to use magic on them, were you?”
“Oh I wanted to, but that would be adding fuel to the fire. They don’t need to know that part of me just yet. Speaking of which, maybe there is something I could use to help us out in my books. I need to go and search and clean up this mess.”
“Okay. Bye Arthur and no drinking and no Britannia Angel!”
Arthur scoffed before hanging up.
Alfred slid under his bed sheets again, wanting to sleep it all away until remembered what happened to Arthur and got up to double check his house and to blockade the doors.
“I wonder how the others are doing?” he thought aloud. “I hope nothing bad will happen to the others....”
Ludwig rolled over to the other side the bed he sometimes shared with Feliciano. It was still warm and smelled of basil and other rich smells. Feliciano had gotten up to cook lunch for them a little earlier and told him to stay in bed until he finished. The wonderful smell of homemade Italian food wafted throughout the house.
Ludwig was about to snuggle unto the pillow when he heard a loud crash and Feliciano’s scream. He jumped up. “He must’ve dropped something,” muttered Ludwig. He was about to get back into the bed when he heard Feliciano’s voice.
“W-Who are you?!” he heard Feliciano cry out in fear.
“YOU SHOULD PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID WITH YOUR LIFE, ITALY! YOU AND GERMANY!!” screamed a man’s voice.
“DIE, CREATURE FROM HELL!”
Chapter 2: Bang, Bang
Germany, Italy, and Prussia deal with a situation at home while Russia takes care of things his way.
Ludwig ran down the stairs as the gunshots continued to fire and the man continued to yell “DIE! DIE!! AND GO TO HELL WHERE YOU BELONG!!!”
“FELICIANO!” cried Ludwig, “FELICIANO! Please answer!!”
Ludwig reached the wide kitchen entrance and came face to face with an old man holding a revolver. Feliciano was in a corner, cowering in fear and letting out small sobs.
He turned it on Ludwig. “You should die for what you did to my family,” said the old man. “They died because of your “Final Solution”!!” The man put his thumb on the hammer. “Why do you get to live forever when my loved ones didn’t even get to live until they were old?!”
Ludwig closed his eyes when it looked like the man would fire the gun. He knew he wouldn’t die, but it would still hurt. ‘How did he know that we were countries?’ he thought.
Instead of a gunshot, he heard a loud clang and a groan as a body fell to the floor. Ludwig opened his eyes to see the man on the floor and his brother, Gilbert, standing behind him holding a cast iron frying pan.
Gilbert kicked the gun of reach of the man and proceeded to tie him up. “I was in my room packing when I heard the gunshots and came down the back stairway. You should probably check on Feliciano.”
Ludwig had reached where Feliciano was cowering in the corner with his eyes tightly shut and his hands over his ears. There weren’t any wounds on him but there were many bullet holes around him. The old man was a terrible shot. He knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Feliciano. It’s okay now,” said Ludwig in a soft voice. Feliciano opened his eyes to see Ludwig and tears began to form as he launched himself at him to form a tight hug.
“L-Ludwig! I was so scared! He-He just broke in and-and...He knew what I am and what you are!” sobbed Feliciano.
“That is why you two need to go up stairs and start packing. Someone has leaked to the whole world who we all are and where we live. He was just the beginning of the repercussions of it,” said Gilbert gesturing to the man on the floor. “More will come and we need to be gone before they arrive. Do you still have that house southeast of Munich? The one in the middle of nowhere and near Austria’s border?”
“Yes. But that’s kilometers away Gilbert! That will take all day!” said Ludwig as he helped Feliciano up.
“Then you better get packing. They might be on their way now. I already called our boss, they will arrive in a few minutes to take your dogs. I’ll start packing food. We are going to be there for a while.....”
Ivan looked outside his window at the crowds of people. Many were praising him, but a great number of his people his children cursed his very existence. He was eerily reminded of the cold January day and promptly closed his curtains before the memories completely resurfaced.
His bosses told him not to worry. That they were looking into it and find out who told the media about him. For now he was to just wait until they came back.
"Do they really expect me to sit here and wait and not do anything?" Ivan said to himself angrily.
Ivan gripped the curtains as began to quietly laugh before he let go of the curtains and walked away from the window and out of the room.
He will find out who told himself and they will pay......
Chapter 3: Oh What a Fine Mess This Is
One by one the other Nations begin to find out that their cover is blown and their reactions and the reactions of their people vary.
On the Border of Sweden and Finland
"Fetch Hanatamago!" Peter happily said as he threw the branch a few meters away and the small white dog bounded after it.
Berwald and Tino sat on the stairs of thier log cabin getaway watching Peter play with Hanatamago out in the melting snow. They had left their regular houses to spend the early parts of spring here and watch as the land grows green again.
Tino put his head on Berwald's shoulder. "This is nice isn't it?" he said.
"Hmm. It is," replied Berwald quietly.
"I'm so glad we came up here to escape for a while. And Peter likes it, too. Nothing can run this moment for us. Nothing," said Tino as he closed his eyes...
Tino snapped his eye open. 'What was that?' he thought. He lifted his head from Berwald's shoulder.
"Did you 'ear that?" said Berwald quietly as his hard eye scanned the area.
"It sounded like a camera," said Tino as he looked around as well. He saw nothing but Peter rolling in the melting snow with Hanatamago near the woods.
"Maybe we are just hearing things..." he finally said before relaxing. "After all no one should be around here for miles."
"Yeah, if you say so, my wife," said Berwald as he put an arm around Tino.
"Don't call me that!" cried Tino.
"There it is again!" cried Tino as he jumped up and out of Berwalds arms. Berwald stood also.
"Maybe we should call Peter back and look around, Su-san?" asked Tino as he walked down the stairs.
"Yeah." said Berwald.
Tino turned around to called Peter back, when he saw that Peter and Hanatamago had dissapered.
"Peter? Hanatamago? Here boy!" called Tino. "Peter?! Hanatamago?!" he yelled a little louder.
He was answered with a loud cry and Peter running out of the wood with Hanatamgo in his arms. He was being chased by five people with cameras and mircophones.
"AHH! Stay away! Mommy! Daddy! Help!" he cried as he ran back to Tino and Berwald.
"Please slow down Sealand! We just want to ask you, Finland, and Sweden some questions!" said one of the reporters.
Tino and Berwald froze. "Did those people just call us by our country name?" said Tino quietly.
Berwald's face became twisted into a death glare. "Get in the house, Tino and prepare to barricade everything," said Berwald in a slow and even tone.
Suddenly a reporter with a camura popped up from the bushes right next to the stairs holding a camera.
"Please don't go yet Finland and Sweden!" said the reporter. " Sweden, please tell us why you call Finland your wife? Why did Sealand call you Mommy and Daddy? Why-Argh!"
The reporter was cut off with a cry of "ROCKET PUNCH!!" from Peter, who punched him in the face, and then jumped into Tino's arms.
"Let's get inside, now!" cried Tino as the reported neared them. Berwald grabbed Tino by the arm and dragged him inside and firmly shut and locked the door.
Tino cradled Peter in his arms as he said, "Those people knew what we were, Su-san...What do we do?"
Berwald stared at the door that was being pounded on by the reporters. "We call around. And find out who told.."
Back in America
Alfred curled up in his bed trying to ignore the ringing of his house and cell phones and the crowd outside. The press was calling his home phone while the other countries were calling him and blaming him for the leak.
“DAMN IT!! I WAS ASLEEP THIS WHOLE TIME!! WHY DOESN’T ANYONE BELIEVE ME!!” he cried as he pulled his pillow over his ears. But the sounds didn’t stop.
“Screw this shit,” said Alfred as he pulled out his IPod , stuffed the ear phones in, and turned it to loud heavy metal as he sat on his bed with an annoyed pout on his face.
‘When I find out who told, I might just have to take a page out of Ivan’s books...’
A tomato smashed itself on the wall near a lowly mafia member’s head. He flinched when part of it hit his face.
“How dare you question your leader, you son of a bitch!” said Romano angrily as he grabbed another tomato. He felt bad for using them but he didn’t want to waste bullets on this lowly bastard. Antonio stood behind him with a nervous smile on.
“Maybe you should calm down,” suggested Antonio but he was ignored.
“B-But sir! You must understand! We just wanted to know why this secret was kept from us!” cried another member.
A tomato hit him hard in the face and sent him flying backwards.
The don cleared his throat and Romano let go of the other tomato he was going to chuck.
“It was a ‘need to know’ basis. All you needed to know that he was the overall head of this family, he and his younger twin, and they will always be the heads of this family. Since this secret is out, we must keep our activities low until this blows over. He cannot be known as Romano Vargas: Head of the Italian mafia but as Romano Vargas: South Italy and older brother to North Italy. Understand?” said the old man.
The room full of members replied, “Yes sir!”
Romano calmed down a little. “My last orders to you all are to A) Make sure my brother and that Potato Bastard are both okay and protect them. And B) FIND OUT WHO THE HELL DID THIS AND BRING THEM TO ME!!”
Francis sat on his couch in his penthouse, sipping a rich red wine. His people had taken it surprisingly well and were not freaking out like the rest of the world was. Yet.
Francis took a long sip before asking no one, “But, how long will this last?”
Vash shot at the ground at the feet of the nearest reporter.
“I said, LEAVE ME AND MY SISTER ALONE BEFORE I START SHOOTING TO KILL!!” yelled Vash from the front door of his home. Liechtenstein had ran from her house to his while being harassed by reporters..
“We just want to-,” started another reporter.
She was cut off by the bullet grazing her cheek and hitting the news truck behind her. It was so close that some of her hair was cut off.
“The next one is going into your head,” said Vash slowly, “ Now leave.”
The reporter didn’t need to be told twice.
Somewhere in the woods of Denmark
Denmark was carefully sharpening his axe while wearing a mad smile on. He had barely escaped the slew of reporters who attacked him at his favorite fishing place. He knew that Russia was probably already on the move to find this bastard...but he wanted first lick at him.
After all, it was his day off and no one disturbs Denmark on his day off.
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Ukraine, Estonia, Latvia, and Belgium deal with their people's reactions while Belarus encounters some serious problems.
So I have the name Yekaterina Braginskaya as Ukraine's name because back in early 2009, that is what I saw others use as her name. Since she still doesn't have a canon name, just pretend that is an alias she chose for that time period.
“So, Miss Braginskaya, what relationship do you have with Mr. Ivan Braginsky or, how we know him now, Russia, since your surnames are similar? Are you his mother?” asked the young and eager reporter. Behind him was another reporter writing down what was being said.
Yekaterina shifted nervously in her chair. She didn’t like the suit she had to wear. It was too uncomfortable. She wanted to leave. She wanted to find her brother and sister to make sure they were alright. To make sure they don’t do something that everyone will regret. To make sur-
Yekaterina snapped out of her thoughts. She looked up at her boss, who was standing next to her.
“Answer his question,” he said.
“Ah, yes sir,” she said before turning back to the reporter. “To answer you, no I am not Russia-chan’s, I mean, Russia’s mother. I’m his older sister.”
“His older sister? If the Ukraine is Russia’s older sibling, doesn’t that mean that we should rule over them?” said the reporter.
“What! No, that’s not it at all!” cried Yekaterina. But she was ignored when the other reporter replied back.
“Yes we should! Miss Braginskaya should assert her authority over her little brother. When she does that, maybe the country wouldn’t suffer so much from Russia’s control of natural resources! Ukraine would be number one in the east!” said the reporter who was writing things down.
“It would be great if Russia became under our power and had to bend to Ukraine’s will!”
“Will you all shut up!?” cried Yekaterina. “I will not try to take over Vanya’s country. I will not “assert my authority” over him. I will not rule over him!”
The reporters and Ukraine’s boss stared at her in astonishment.
“But why!? Those Russian bastards should learn the meaning of suffering as well!” cried the reporter angrily.
“Yekaterina. Maybe we should-” started her boss be was cut off when Yekaterina stood up angrily and pull the reporter out of his chair by his lapels and pulled him near her face.
“Don’t you ever talk like you know everything!” she growled. “My dearest Vanya, my Russia-chan, my little brother, has suffered so much...and I can’t do anything but watch as he slowly loses himself. We hurt my little brother when my younger sister, the other countries, and I left him. Even though it had to be done, I hurt my Vanya and added fuel to his madness. Do you know how much it hurts? Do you? If I could take over for my brother, I would in a heartbeat. But I can’t, because we are two separate beings, two completely different countries, and we are alone.”
Yekaterina dropped the reporter to the ground and he looked up at her with fear in his eyes.
“Do you know understand now?” she said to him.
He slowly nodded his head.
“Good. Now if you will excuse me. I must find my siblings,” she said as she walked toward the door, but before opening it, she turned around and said, “Oh, if I find out that you have published what was said today, my brother and sister will come after you.There would be no place to run.”
And with that, she exited and slammed the door shut.
Silence was present in the room until Ukraine’s boss spoke up and said, “It’s seems that she has went into “motherly” mode. I wonder if this is good or bad........”
In Minsk, Belarus
A body dropped to the ground with a thud and a soft groan. Blood was leaking from a wound in the side.
Standing over the body was Natasha, who was holding her bloody dagger tightly in her hand and was panting heavily. She looked around the room at the other groaning human bodies and at those who were quiet.
Natasha, wordlessly stepped over the bodies and out of the a door into the hall, her dress and petticoats making a soft shhh shhh as she does.
It seems that she needs to add whoever sent those men to kidnap her to her hit list, right behind the person who told.
She pulled out a lace handkerchief and wiped the blood off her dagger.
But first, she needed to find her brother....
Eduard watched as his people run around the T.V. studio, as they get ready for broadcast his nationwide interview.
‘Even though people will remember me now, I don’t like this,’ he thought as a young aid came to offer him coffee or tea.
Before he was dragged out of his home, laptop in tow, by his boss’s people, he was able to read a message from Toris that the countries that can escape the reporters are going to have a meeting to discuss what to do now.
‘I rather be there than here,’ thought Eduard, ‘Maybe I could slip away before anyone will notice.’ Eduard looked around until he spotted a nervous looking camera man who was his height and build.
A half an hour later, the studio was in chaos when they found one of their cameramen naked and gagged in a closet and their country gone, who left a note in his chair that said:
Sorry. I will provide compensation for the poor man I have hurt.-From Estonia aka The country that doesn’t stand out much.
Belgium was sitting in her favorite restaurant and was about to dig into a nice warm plate of Belgian waffles that she covered with some maple syrup that she had gotten as a present from Matthew, when a nicely dressed woman sat in the chair in front of her.
Belgium put down her fork and asked, “May I help you?”
“Just stay right there,” said the woman as she turned to the door and gestured for someone to come in. The door chimed and in came a camera man.
“Um, what’s going on,” asked Belgium before she picked up her fork again and put a piece of the waffle in her mouth. ‘Damn it! My waffles are getting cold,’ she thought as she cut another piece of waffle to put in her mouth.
The woman straightens her hair and then pulled out a microphone and looked at the camera. The camera man gave a silent countdown before she started talking.
“Hello everyone. I’m here in this very nice Brussels waffle house with the personification of our country, Belgium!”
Belgium spat out the waffle she was chewing and bits of it landed on the reporter’s face.
“Oh shit,” she murmured.
Belgium saw that the reporter was preoccupied with getting the waffle off of her face and shirt so she grabbed her plate and began to run out of the door with her waffles.
She shouted over her shoulder to the owner, “Just put it on my tab and I’ll bring the plate back! Thanks!” And with that she was carefully running down the street, making sure her waffles didn’t fall off.
Raivis began to shake even more as more reporters and Latvians began to crowd around him. It was getting too much. He wasn’t used to all of this attention. The flashing of cameras, the questions of the reporters, and many of the women crying out, “Ohh! He is SO CUTE! I want to hug him!” “But why is he shaking?”
The pressure was getting too much for Raivis and soon he stopped shaking.....
...and fell to the ground into a faint.
The reporters and his people blinked for a second before collectively screaming,
The fairies told him the reporters were coming before he even saw them. He thought of them as sickening vultures who like to butt into people’s lives and tear them apart with glee.
Norway didn’t like that. He didn’t want to deal with them.
Norway opened his back door, adjusted his cap, and followed the voices of the Fae into the woods and disappeared right before the reporters stormed his house.
On the sea, Off the Coast of Thailand
Thailand shifted in his bonds, trying to see if they would loosen up, but to no avail.
Unfortunately, his movements got the attention of his captors and the only woman in their group, pulled out her gun and walked towards him. She wore a midriff tank top and really short shorts. She also carried around two cutlasses.
“Sit still like a good little boy okay? I don’t want to have to give you another asshole in your head,” she said as she pointed the gun to his head. “Even if you are what you say you are, I bet you still bleed red blood and feel pain.”
Thailand growled and looked her straight in the eye, but said nothing. The woman pressed the gun harder to his head, her finger on the trigger.
One of her companions, a Japanese man in business attire spoke to her, “Revy, you know that we can’t harm him in anyway. Who knows what would-”
“I can’t believe you actually think that news report is true Rock!” yelled Revy cutting Rock off. “That this snot nosed brat is really the country!”
“That is because it is true,” said Thailand in a stern voice. “I know it is hard to believe, but I’m really hundreds of years old. We didn’t want anyone to know about us...but now, someone told and we have to deal with this now. And as the country of Thailand, I demand to know who you are, why you have kidnapped me and where are you taking me?!”
“You don’t order us around, regardless of what the fuck you are! You arrogant son of a-” said Revy as she grabbed the front of Thailand’s shirt.
“Revy, let him go. He at least deserves to know why he is here,” said Rock. Revy scoffed and let go of Thailand.
Rock sighed and then sat in the chair across from Thailand. “I’m Rock,” he said. Then he pointed to the woman. “This is Revy. Dutch, our boss, in the front driving, and Benny is below on his computers. We are the Lagoon Company based in Roanapur, Thailand. We’ve taken you because Miss Balalaika paid us to do so.”
“Balalaika? Isn’t that...Russian?” he asked. ‘Oh shit. Is Russia behind all this? Could he been the one that told?’
“Yes. She is the head of Hotel Moscow, a part of the Russian Mafia. She told us that an old friend from when she was in the army asked her to get you for him. I think his name was Ivan...something... She hired us and here we are.....Is something wrong? You have this horrified look on your face?”
“N-nothing is wrong!” said Thailand shakily. ‘Damn it! I haven’t done anything to piss him off, have I? Not that I can remember...’
Thailand hung his head and muttered. “This sucks. This really, really, sucks.....”
Rock and Revy looked at him in bewilderment as Thailand continued to mutter in despair.
Roderich looked out his window at the approaching crowd. He didn't know if they were hostile, peaceful, or a mix of the two. He sighed and walked away from the window and towards his piano.
“Maybe I could play one more song before they get here,” he said to himself as he sat down. He let his fingers brush along the keys before he began to play. He was so lost in the music that he didn’t notice that the door to the room had opened and that someone was walking to him.
Roderich stopped playing when he felt a pair of soft arms pull him into a hug and he felt the tickling of long brown hair on his shoulders.
“Elizabeta, how did you get in here,” he asked. “If they catch us together, who knows what they would think or do?”
She let out a tinkling laugh. “They won’t catch us together. I got in the same way we are leaving. You would be amazed at all the secret passageways you have in your home.”
“Leaving? Where would we go?”
“We are going to where ever Gilbert and the others are heading to. It wasn’t safe to stay where they live. Gilbert called me and said that someone came to kill Ludwig and Feliciano and almost succeeded.”
Roderich looked her with a look of shock. “What?! Are they okay?”
Elizabeta smiled softly. “Yes they are fine. They told us to sneak past the Austrian border and into Germany. Ludwig has a house in the middle of the woods there.”
She stood up and held out her hand. “I’ve already packed some of your things for our trip….That is, if you want to leave with me and find out who did this or stay here and face the mob.”
Roderich did not hesitate and took her hand and stood up. “Let’s leave…together,” he said.
Elizabeta squeezed his hand. “Yes, together.”
When the mob of people busted into the music room a few moments later, they found it devoid of life and that the keys on the piano were still warm but they wouldn’t make any sound.
In a field in Greece overlooking to sea
Heracles woke from his nap when he felt a soft tapping on his shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes to see a little girl sitting next to him, petting one his many kittens.
“Yes?” he asked.
The girl shifted a little and then softly asked. “Mr. Greece, may I have this one kitten? I promise to take care of her!”
“You can. Make sure you treat her well….I don’t want to see her wandering back her looking hurt…” he replied. He was getting sleepy again.
The little girl stood up with a look of joy on her face. “Oh yes Mr. Greece I will! Don’t worry! Thank you!” she exclaimed before running off.
Heracles rolled over to go back to sleep. Then he realized something. “She called me Greece….somebody messed up…” he muttered before going back to sleep.
Yao looked out his window at the growing crowd. More and more of his people keep coming to see him! Who ever told is going to seriously pay! He had already called Alfred to yell it him for telling, but then he said that he didn’t do anything and he just found out via Arthur. So then he called Ivan, but his secretary told him in a scared tone that he wasn’t there and had left smiling in a creepy way, which, in his opinion, is not good for anybody.
Yao sighed. His boss told him to find a way to escape so they can take him to safety. Sure he had a way to escape his house, it was just getting to where he needed to meet them, was the hard part.
The escape way he had opened up a mile away from his house, but it opened up in the middle of a market place where people would surely notice him. After that it was 3 miles to the rendezvous point.
Yao closed his windows sharply. “I’ll take my chances aru!” He quickly walked over a huge framed picture he had of Shinatty-chan and moved it to the side to reveal a door. “I need a place to think without getting bothered!”
“Excellent. Just simply excellent!” said a voice as it watched the news channels of various countries.
“Soon the chaos and wars will start. What will you do my dear Nations, when your people start to kill others in your human name or will they…kill you instead? I can’t wait! It is going to be fun. Ahahahahaha!