England's p.o.v London, England - 5:57 a.m -The World Meeting.

I watched the door that Lukas left out of he seemed out of it, more... Jittery? Maybe its from all the caffine he pumps into his bloodstream. But that doesn't mean he can take... I take a look at my watch.. BLOODY 27 MINUTES in the bathroom! I'm just worried he fell in!

I almost sigh in disbelief until I get a text. Then... A stream of texts...? I quickly open my chats to see whos spamming me at this obviously not the best time. I was annoyed until I secretly read the messages thats when my eyes widened and I paled. Intruders?! HerE?! Oh god, oHhh god...

Francis obviously noticed my distress when he shoved my shoulder lightly. I was too busy freaking out inside to notice he had worry on his face. Collecting himself he stood up and whistled to get all the bickering countries attention then getting me to stand up. Damn frog, I couldve done that myself! Stupid dumb face managing to get the spotlight on me! I start to clear my throat "theres people in the building. People that arent supposed to be here, according to Romania they are dangerous and a force to be reconked with. They are 2nd players. He says there are 3 but there might be more." I say choking down my nerves. Minus the top part where Romania told and then sent me a picture of what he had for breakfast. I told them everything.

Which was undoubtedly why he was late.. But enough of that, curse refusing to post guards everywhere, I asked for some to join me to catch these intruders before anyone was hurt, we got Germany, Denmark, America, Spain, France and Iceland. Including myself that makes 7 of us. We quickly leave the room going towards where Romania said they were seen. The yelling was indicating that we were getting closer.

As we got there smoke cleared and we discovered we were too late. Romania was passed out on the ground and Norway was gone. The only clue to anything was a burnt feather stuck in Vlads hair...

Norway's p.o.v ??? - ??? - a cell gods know where

I slowly open my eyes and look around to no avail, its too dark. And cold... I'm on a floor. I squint and hear the little jingle of chains as I move my hands to sit up. "Great... Chained to the wall.." I say out loud for nobody to hear. But quiet down when I hear footsteps coming down to... Wherever I am...maybe a basement dungeon thing.... That would explain the scent of blood.. I sit up, giving off my best glare. I've been practicing it on Denmark.

"Awe, look whos woken up in their own putred hell.~" I hear the firebrand tease. I continue to glare but he seems unphazed. "Where am I, and why." I say wanting to get straight to the point of, me not wanting to be here.

"Well you see- pffffftttt" he starts to break into laughter, which just frustrates me even more. "You think, I'd actually tell you so soon?! Ahahaja~ we needed you for something. So we took you!" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "You couldn't just ask?"

"Oh gOds no. You wouldn't have helped us if we just came up and aSkEd! Also wheres the fun in tHaT?!" I sigh deeply at his "logic". "Well, Im still not going to help you, so much for your little 'plan'" I say, he automatically looks frustrated. "Oh trust me, when I say you will. You and your cute little friends will help us!"

A plate of ... Surprisingly edible looking food was suddenly slid next to me, and one of my hands were unshackled.. I guess to make it easier to eat? I look at whos doing it and its Oliver giving me... A rather nice smile but, its still unsettling...

"Eat. I even added extra butter to everything just the way, I've heard you like it.~" he said gently.. And while it looks and smells good, I'm not going to eat anything they give to me! Who knows what they've actually put in it. I shake my head no, not wanting it. Oliver frowned slightly which was even more unsettling than his smile.. If that was possible. "You are to eat or I will have to force you to eat it. You're too thin." He made it sound like hes going to eat me! "I don't want it. Not hungry..." Oliver huffed grumpily before standing up and left the cell.

"I'll be back to check on you around... 30 minutes. I expect that plate to be empty in that time or there will be consequences." I glare at him. "I don't fucking wAnT your food." Oliver turned around and held out a jar... That has 'swear jar 1$' written on it in pretty pink cursive "I don't have anything. If you have forgotten.." I had forgotten myself. I left everything I had in the meeting room. Which.. Includes my wallet and my phone...

Oliver looked at Loki expecting him to pay up for me. Which he started an argument over. I nearly let loose a little chuckle at their fighting before a fireball flew my way singeing my hair, hearing a grumble and a little noise meaning that Loki had paid up.

"You owe me a dollar." He glared at me, I glared back. "I owe you nothing." I said as he was ready to shoot another fireball at me.

"Stop. The more we hurt him the less willing he'll be to help us.." Vasile said from the top of the stairs crossing his arms. "FiNe! Vasile watch him, I'm tired of other mes face right now."

"Same here. He's a pissy little bitch." I add, A fireball hit my chest, knocking me on my back. Well, thats going to leave a mark. He gave Oliver two more dollars before storming upstairs. "You now owe me 3 dollars!" He yelled down. I just lay there staring at the ceiling, closing my eyes to sleep it off.

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Word count: 1023

Ah, finally. Its the first actual chapter are you proud of me? I actually finished so quickly compared to usually! I'm proud of myself for not waiting years to actually update again.

Author-chan out and stuff

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