Hope wasn't quite aware what was going on.

She didn't exactly have the Nordics numbers on hand (well, she did, but they weren't exactly close enough with her to think "Oh, let's text Hope and tell her that we're locked in cages, Denmark's basement, or being pursued by a mentally unstable Asian nation"). Russia was a bit too preoccupied to let her know what was going on. Her only warning of what was to come was a vague message from Canada that read, "They're coming."

She was tempted to text back and ask what he meant, but she still wasn't on the best terms with him, and decided against it.

Not that that would have helped her much with what was about to come.

She lifted herself out of bed, grumbling to herself, and dragged herself upstairs and acquire some food. She opened the fridge, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she scanned over the shelves for something that sparked her interest.

Then, she saw it.

The note.

Panic seized her chest as she quickly snatched the note and ran back down stairs before her parents or siblings spotted her. She would have a rough time explaining who the note was from, or even how these people got into her house. The truth was, no one knew how they did it; no one even knew who they were. But they were brutal, and if this note really was from them... thinking about what could be waiting for her made the teen feel sick.

She closed her door, leaning against it as she unfolded her note, holding her breath.

Dear Dope-Hope,

Heyyyyyyyy. It's been a while since we did this, so we're a bit rusty. You'll have to forgive us- oh, wait, you won't.

Let us break this down for you. One of our friends came to us with an interesting story on how you tried to stop them from blowing up Hans Island, and then preceded to dress her dog up as a moose, cover her boyfriend in Canadian items, and cover his house with Canadian flags.

News flash: Americans don't like the American flag being tampered with.

So, that brought us into the picture, which is unfortunate for you, because that means it's time to blackmail! :)

Pokémon Go is practically dead (#TeamValor), but some of us have great memories and we believe there is some precious Pokémon merch that is now missing from your room.

Yes, that's right. Your Charizard hood.

No, it was not Marius this time.

You know the drill, hon. Costume's waiting for you in the bathroom. Have fun at the world meeting (which you have to go to this time, or we burn the merch... and your house).

Sincerely,
Sh. Ac. Sa. Sq. (lol, show this note to Dreamz please. She'll love the hints)

Hope stared at the note.

They stole her merch.

That she paid out of pocket for.

Like it was just some pencil or pen at school.

"I will find you." She vowed, stuffing the note into her pocket. "You better watch out, SASS... Whoever the hell you are."

"Oh say, can you see this?" Thaovy laughed as soon as Hope walked into the room.

"Oh, I see it." Shelby smiled, her pale eyes glinting maliciously.

"You." Hope hissed, marching forward, the slightest of purple auras surrounding her. France and Arthur audibly yelped, America slid in front of the two girls, and Poland and Seborga grabbed both of Hope's arms, holding her back as everyone giggled at the outfit donning Hope's body.

Her entire body was encased in a dark blue morph suit, with Alfred's new American flag boxers, which were even more louder than the last one, considering they was caked in sparkling glitter, sat over those. Her top was a simple bikini top, the left side being navy blue with a star, and the right side being striped red and white. Her face was painted in a similar fashion, and she wore a large Uncle Sam hat on her head.

"Absolutely beautiful." Shelby complimented with a sneer.

"Everything is ten times better when it's covered in Ole Glory." Thaovy giggled.

"You sicked SASS on me!" The Americanized Canada yelled.

"Hold a tick, you two know SASS?" Arthur demanded.

"Yeah, I know SASS." Shelby turned to face him in her chair. "But I wouldn't get on my bad side by questioning me, dear England, because I know by the English flags on Alfred's walls that you participated as well, so I wouldn't keep talking."

His eyebrows furrowed, "You can't speak-" Shelby's glare deepened, and France covered Arthur's mouth to keep him from digging his grave.

While this happened, Hope had surveyed the room. "Where are the Nordics? And Russia? And Matthew?"

"Well, I suspect Iceland is watching his puffin, which is being held captive by Hong Kong." Shelby turned to her with a smile.

"So that's where Loung went." China commented.

"Finland and Sweden are locked in a cage by Sealand." Thaovy laughed.

"That's just cruel." Mexico interjected.

"Denmark's Legos are melting at Norway's hand, both of which are locked in his basement."

"And Russia is currently getting married!"

"Oh my actual God." Taylor blinked.

"You guys are seriously psychopaths." Switzerland stated.

"Thank you." Michigan and San Marino cheered at the same time.

After that, most of the group went about their business at the meeting, although everyone's eyes tended to trail back to Hope, who was still steaming beside her sister and Taylor, the only individuals willing to sit next to her at the moment.

Meanwhile, Thaovy leaned next to Shelby. "By the way, you never told me- how did we get back at Canada?"

Shelby looked at her in confusion. "Huh?"

"Canada? How did we get back at him?" Thaovy repeated.

Shelby smirked, raising a brow playfully. "Who's Canada?"

Back at his house, the doors were locked, all the lights shut off in order to make it appear as if he weren't home. He was hiding behind his couch, rocking back and forth with Kumajirou clutched to his chest.

"They're coming for me." He whispered in a shaky voice. "I don't know what they have planned, but I'm next."

"Who?" Kumajirou questioned.

"The Americans." Canada cried. "They're coming for me."

"Who?"

"Me!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm..." He sniffed, "I'm Canada."