Germany had been waiting at the cafe for thirty minutes, waiting for Spain to show up. Japan and Germany had decided to go behind Italy's back and devised a plan to capture Spain. They didn't tell Italy because they knew he would oppose to the idea. Germany had made sure the cafe was empty, and then paid Prussia to disguise himself as the barista. Prussia kept saying he was neutral because of the BTT, but Germany threatened him into helping. Japan was hiding in a booth at the back of the cafe, reading a newspaper. He was ready to pounce at any minute. Germany was sitting, sipping his black coffee, waiting for Spain to arrive.

Spain finally arrived and waved to Germany with a smile. Even though they were enemies, Spain was always way too polite not to smile at his opponent. Germany just stared at him stoically, he never knew why Spain was always so cheerful.

"Hola Alemania." Spain greeted as he sat down across from the German.

"Hola." Germany mocked. Spain furrowed his eyebrows. He was angry. How dare he disrespect his native language.

"What do you want again?" Spain asked rather bluntly. The smile had vanished and his usually friendly composure was completely gone. Germany had never seen Spain look so threatening.

"Are you alone?" Germany asked with suspicion.

"Yes. Are you?" Spain responded. That was a lie. Though Spain didn't know it, Romano had followed him to the cafe. He didn't trust the German and he was not about to let Spain get hurt.

"Of course Spanien." Germany lied with a smile. Prussia brought a coffee over to the Spaniard, hiding his face with the tray. Little did Spain know, it was drugged with Rohypnol. (A/N otherwise known as roofies)

"Gracias." Spain said with a nod as he took a sip of the drink. Germany tried to suppress a smile as he watched the Spaniard drink.

"Anyway, we want to talk about this war and the ground rules." Germany said.

"Go ahead."

"We can't shoot to kill. I think we can both agree on that one." Germany said. Even though the countries were immortal, when one "kills" the other, the country that was killed regenerates. But after regeneration, nothing is really the same. Side affects of dying as a country includes some long term memory loss and confusion.

"Of course. I wouldn't want a repeat of the Thirty Years War." Spain agreed.

"The Thirty Years War? I don't remember that." Germany said, confused.

"Oh. Um sorry! I mean- the um- Revolutionary war. Against England and America! That was crazy huh? Glad i didn't get dragged into that one!" Spain stammered. He was hiding something.

"Okay? No one died in that war... America spared England. I think you need a history lesson Spain." Germany responded. He could tell Spain was trying to cover something up.

"Sí Sí Sí of course Alemania. I'm just a little uneducated on American history of course!" Spain lied. He started to feel sleepy. Germany smirked as he watched Spain yawn and rub his eyes.

"Feeling sleepy?" Germany asked innocently.

"Un poco." Spain said, yawning yet again.

"Maybe I should drive you home." Germany suggested. Spain nodded sleepily and Germany picked Spain up from the chair and carried him bridal style to where Japan was sitting.

"Let's go." Germany said to Japan. Spain had fallen asleep in Germany's arms and was now drooling on his army-green uniform. Romano nearly screamed as he saw the Germany exit the cafe with Spain in his arms. Romano bolted out of his car and pointed his gun at Germany.

"PUT HIM DOWN!" Romano yelled from across the parking lot. Germany turned around to face the Italian. He gasped as he saw the gun pointed at them. Germany then smiled at Romano, knowing that he wouldn't shoot. Germany knew that if Romano even moved the gun a centimeter and tried to shoot, Spain would get hurt as well.

"IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN YOU WON'T SHOOT. WE BOTH KNOW THAT IF YOU SHOOT ME AND YOU MISS, SPAIN IS GOING DOWN AS WELL. SO I SUGGEST YOU PUT THE GUN DOWN." Germany yelled back. Romano knew as well. He grunted in frustration and watched as the German set Spain down in Japan's car and drove off.

"That fucking potato bastard. No one touches my Spain and gets away with it."

Damn Son. Spain just high-key got kidnapped. Can we all just take a moment to picture Prussia as a barista because I'm laughing just thinking about it. Anyway, hope you guys liked this chapter! Thank you for reading! <3