You walked into a richly decorated parlour with an endless amount of old books filling up the antique bookshelves; you skimmed over the book spins and noticed that the majority of them were written in Romanian. Vladimir gestured to you to take a seat at a small round wooden table as he carried over two crystal glasses and a half filled rum bottle.

You: looking at the alcohol
I don't drink.

Vladimir: only filling up his glass
Understood, may I interest you in something else; water, juice?

You: slightly tilting your head and softly smirking
You don't happen to have (juice flavour)?

Vladimir: walking over to a Mini bar
Your in luck, I had a strange feeling just a few days ago that I had to buy some, now I know why.

You smiled and thanked him as he poured you the beverage, before he took a seat and a quick swig from the crystal glass.

You: taking a quick sip from your drink
Okay, let's get down to business; how are we going to stop this crisis?

Vladimir: frowning down at his glass
The only way I can see this ending 'peacefully' is if you were to tell everyone to ignore you, so you can return back to Italy... (Rubbing his chin) But you two wouldn't be able to stay together for long, due to most nations are greedy and only think with their --

He stopped himself and cleared his throat with a sip of rum; you could tell strait away what he was going to say and we're thankful that he stopped himself.

You: giggling and sipping from your drink
Yeah! Seems like that is all men ever think with.... (Widening your eyes and looking at the blushing Romanian) Sorry! Forgot I was talking with a guy! I'm sure guys aren't always like that!

Romania: snickering
I don't know, I have caught myself letting my mind wonder too much a few times.

You: smiling
Your such a nice guy, I bet your girlfriend loves living here with you.

Romania: depressed
I'm sure if I did have one... She would...

You: putting your hand on his hand
I'm sorry, I just thought you had one sense you seem like such a great person...

He weakly smiled at you and looked down; an awkward silence filled the parlour and you felt terrible about what you said, so you decided to admit something to him.

You: slowly swirling your juice
Romano was the first person I ever kissed... He is actually the first guy who I ever really had a 'thing' for, that's why I was so afraid to invest my time in him and further our relationship... But now I know I don't need to be afraid, cause he is just as afraid of it as me; but not having each other is the most terrifying thing of all...

Vladimir: sighing
Dragă (darling) you didn't have to admit such a personal thing to me, I've always been lonely...

You: rubbing his hand
(A) I needed to tell you that and (B) your never alone, I'm always her for you Vlad; even when you don't want me to (cheekily grinning)

Vladimir: smiling
I completely adore your company, even when your smacking me with a wooden rolling pin at a Brit's house!

You both shared the moment filled with genuine laughter; Vladimir then slowly remembered the issue at hand and began thinking of ways to stop the beginnings of a global downfall before it becomes out of hand. He quickly stood up and told you to stay seated for a minute as he retrieved a few old books and an odd plant. You were puzzled at the plant, but returned your attention back on Vladimir.

Vladimir: opening up a book and pointing at a page while glancing over at the plant
We could fake your death; if we could get everyone in one place where you consume 'poison' to make everyone believe that you had died in front of their eyes. Then I will take your dormant body and keep it hidden for roughly 24 hours and once you have awoken we will tell Romano, you will then need to change your identity, but you can live in Italy with Romano, get married, have copii (kids) and I will be their unchi (uncle). (Grinning ear to ear with excitement)

You: frowning
This somewhat reminds me of a famous Shakespearean story of two Italians... That die! .... Um...I swear you mention something about me having kids?... (Scoffing under your breath) just like Grandpa Rome...

Romania: looking at your locket
I'm a fan of literature... Dragă (darling) do you mind if I take a look at your locket?

You sat up in your seat, placed your hand over the locket and remembered what it meant to you, you haven't removed it since Romano placed it around your neck on that rainy day; it became a part of your person and kept your precious tomato boy close to your heart. You looked down at it and reached behind your neck to unbuckle it, handing it over to Vladimir. He quickly looked down at his book and broke a stem off the plant, popped the locket open and added pressure to the middle of the stem with his fingers. You curiously watched him as he aimed the stem up with the locket and allowed a few drops of murky green liquid to fill up the empty space in the locket before he discarded the crushed stem and closed up the locket, handing it back to you. You lifted up the locket and noticed that there was no leaks, so you reattached it back around your neck.

Vladimir: closing up the book and putting everything away
Don't worry Dragă (darling), this plan will work perfectly; we just need to make sure this happens in Romania so I will be the one responsible of your body.

You: nodding your head and sighing
I just wish I could see Romano now, incase something messes up...

Vladimir: walking back towards you
Maybe we could make that happen, by getting everyone in my country as fast as possible, the faster we can end this issue.

You: standing up with excitement pouring from your smile
Really! I get to see Roma--

BANG! BANG!

Vladimir jumped on you and pushed you against the floor shushing you while using his body as a shield to protect you; gunfire and heavy footsteps flooded the mansion, suddenly the parlour door busted open and standing in the doorway was Emil armed with handgun and Mathias wielding his axe. You screamed from excitement to see the two; Mathias ran over dropping his axe and violently grabbing Vladimir by the neck and shoved him into a wall, making the Romanian gag and claw at Mathias's hand for freedom. Emil turned and faced the Romanian giving him a death glare while clicking his handgun off safety mode and facing it at Vladimir's head.

Emil: shouting and holding the gun up against Vladimir's temple
WE FOUND ____!

You heard far away foot steps growing in sound as they grew closer to the parlour.

Mathias: ruthlessly adding pressure to Vladimir's neck and spitting hot breath
WHAT WHERE YOU GOING TO DO TO OUR INNOCENT ELSKER (love)  YOU DISGUSTING DYR!?! (Animal)

You: jumping onto your feet and pale with shock
HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! OTHER THAN KEEP ME SAFE FROM GUNFIRE!

They couldn't hear you through their racing heart beats and hot rushing blood from all the adrenaline they were experiencing. Suddenly you saw Berwald racing in armed with what appeared to have been a tranquilliser gun; he saw how distressed you were and the dire situation unfolding. Without a word he shot Emil, Mathias and Vladimir in the neck with a tranquilliser dart and they all feel to the ground unconscious; you were hyperventilating so he took a shot at your neck too and you fell down landing on your back.

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Yay I'm bring the Nordics back!
Sad news tho, there might only be a few chapters left to go, unless I just go around doing a whole heap of useless fillers XD.... Nah
But I already have another Hetalia book idea in mind, just need to develop the story plot and stuff a bit more

Thank you for reading and have a fantastic piece of cake, cause your worth it!

~BlueTimeFly