Somewhere 9:30 A.M.

A man wearing white all over picked up something from a desk, examining the sharp object. There was barely any red substances on the floor.

But that doesn't mean there won't be any later on.

Slowly strolling towards a table where a body was held not too tightly- but enough for the rest of the experiment. The man who wore white grinned like a psycho at the unconscious blonde before holding the man's arm and pressing the sharp object to the center of his arm.

The man woke up after a moment with difficulty of ignoring the pain just to open his pale eyelids. The blonde's eyes were unfocused, eyelashes fluttering uncomfortably. The man seems to barely comprehend his surrounding.

But that just makes everything easier yet less fun.

The blonde man opened his quivering mouth. "Wha-What...?" The man wearing the sickinly grin wavered a bit, his grin falling slightly.

'Mm, it looks like the man can still talk. Nah, at least he can still scream.'

The man's sick grin came back again.

"Now where was I?"

The blonde's eyes finally widened at a sick realization of his current situation.

"Oh what's with the look, dear? Aren't you like this to most humans you monters encountered?~" The man's grin grew even wider and wider, pulling out some tools for "experiments."

The brit knew what was about to come, but he had already experienced worst before. He would have jumped and killed or knocked the man out cold by now if it wasn't for the- whatever they did to weaken him. So he only did everything he can just to glare at the psycho.

'I am still capable of being a strong nation, thank you very much, doc.' Was the last thought he had before gritting his teeth together and holding the pain in.

Italy 9:30 A.M.

"West, where the hell did they put his bunker anyway?"

"Don't worry bruder, I know exactly where Italy is located." Germany sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, away from Gilbert's view while the Austrian groaned in annoyance ever since the Albino first asked the same damn question hours ago.

Canada shook his head before jamming the Prussian in the ribs, making him yelp in pain.

Prussia whipped his head to Canada, whispering, "Birdie!? That was unawesome! What was that for anyway???"

Germany, who was just beside Canada, whipped his head towards the Prussian in confusion. "Bruder, since when did you call me Birdie?"

Canada silently chuckled, burying his head on the polar bear around his arms. He was forgotten again and also overseen even though the German nation was just beside him. But he'll let it go since the situation amused him greatly.

Prussia raised a brow, "What are you talking about, West? I wasn't talking to you."

"What? But who else is it besides me?"

Austria feels like there's something wrong with him when he did not noticed the 'American' even though he did noticed him in the bunker before. But once he finally caught him in the corner of his eyes, he stared at the 'American' to see if he laughs at all but it turns out he just buried his head on the...bear. Perhaps, that is typical for him. After all, the American owned an Alien and a whale, he might actually have a bear too.

Austria shrugged before looking ahead again if there was anyone that could have possibly seen them. The humans just resumed to whatever they are doing, which is definitely good. He sighed in relief, he turned back to the others and gestured them to continue. The Canadian raised his head just a little bit and saw what Austria was trying to tell them. He nodded at the Austrian before jabbing Prussia's ribs again, smiling as the red eyed nation yelped again.

"BIRDIIieeeee." He whispered the end when he saw his brother's eyes. He almost forgot about the reveal problem thing.

Germany sighed before sincerely saying sorry to the Canadian for not seeing him right away. The Canadian accepted it and hummed happily as the four nations continued on to their journey.

Norway 9:40 A.M.

A figure outside the open stood there like a zombie, trying to find something to destroy. And no, he doesn't fruking care because he feels extra violent in the morning, especially. Without. Fruking. Coffee.

If you just get near him, he'll kill you on the spot. So if you ask what did he do to get out, then what happened was that all of his agents ran away with 6-9 unconscious bodies. No more questions. They just can't deal with a very violent Norwegian nation ok. They knew that the hard way.

To be honest with you people, the same happened in Finland.

A pretty typical yet infamous situation for them.

Once Norway found a cup of innocent coffee, he gripped the handle and gulped the coffee like there was no tomorrow. It was not even close to enough but it can at least bring him back to his senses for 4-5 min. He opened his phone to call his president so he can buy coffee for him because there is no way he's going to stay put in one place without rampaging everything he sees but remembered that it was the first thing he threw earlier.

And that's what happened to the Finnish nation as well. And perhaps the rest of the Nordics are feeling sorry for anyone who might encounter these two savage nations.

Well fruk.

London, at some unknown place where there's no humans around 9:47 A.M.

America and his two other companions are currently searching for any other damn clues on where in the world the Brit could be.

"This is not gonna work, dudes." The American groaned as he found himself frowning at the Russian, who's pretty much drinking vodka.

Russia's closed eyes opened slightly to see the American's blue eyes staring at his. The Russian sighed, "Of course it won't. Britain might be small but with his nation presence suddenly disappearing won't help us during our search."

"Either he erased it or someone forced him to." America frowned at his own words, breathing out momentarily. "This mess just went up faster than I thought."

"As if this secret won't even cause such thing." France said, flatly.

After a moment of silence, Alfred abruptly stood up, making both nations look up in question at the golden haired nation.

"I NEED A DAMN BURGEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!"

France's blue eyes stared at America. "But what does that have to do with this mess, Amerique?"

"EVERYTHING!!!"

"Then buy it yourself."

Alferd and Ivan stared at the French man with similar flat look. "Dude, how can I even buy it when the whole freakin' world knows my face?"

Francis' eyes didn't flinch as he smiled gently, 'Merde!? How did I even forgot about that??? Britain must have done something with my food the other day!'

"E-Exactly mon ami. You just can't."

Saved.

"But I need them, like, right now."

Or not.

The Russian chuckled, bringing the nations' attention to him, "Just like what France said earlier. You just can't, Amerika." He smiled childishly like he always does.

"But dude! It's a HUGE PROBLEM!!!" America yelled, flying his arms around. "You can't just swoosh this off like nothing!"

France frowned, "Oh but we had to. There is no more time to waste! What if something happened to Anglettere!?"

"Oh are you worried about him, comrade~?"

France's frown deepened. "How can we not be worried?", America challenged.

"Mm, good point." Nevertheless, Russia continued to smile, gulping down another portion of vodka.

America glared at Russia, taking the vodka away from the Russian, who's eyes widened. 'Shit, that was my last vodka.'

Then Russia's eyes narrowed, "Amerika." He warned.

America shook his head side to side. "Nu-uh. If I ain't gettin mah burger, then you ain't gettin your booze." He said, sticking his tongue out.

France backed away as fast as possible while the Cold War pair hissed at each other dangerously.

Then suddenly, Russia just sweetly smiled but his eyes haven't changed yet, "A vodka won't destroy my day completely, Alfred."

"Don't you lie to me." America whispered, eyes determined. "This-" He said, glancing at the vodka for second before going back to those amethyst eyes, "-is already enough to ruin your day just like when I ki-" He paused abruptly.

Russia didn't respond, instead he blinked, breaking his dangerous aura that was about to flow. America followed suit, they both blinked again.

"Amerika." Russia whispered, feeling amused. "Did you just said that line?"

America blushed, looking away. "Shut up, Commie."

Russia smirked before swiftly and instantly stole the bottle of vodka away from the American. America yelped but before he can even realise what was happening, Russia already gripped his wrist and yanked him close to him. "Say that again."

"U-Uh, Shut up, Commie?"

"Nyet. The other one."

America blushed furiously and pushed the Russian away forcefully, "Nope! It was an accident and I ain't sayin' nothin to ya." He turned and walked away.

Russia stood there, smiled sadly before sighing. France saw their faces and frowned. Even without hearing their conversation, he just knew what happened, especially when America's nantucket is drooping like a sad bunny.

When America finally reached France, France smiled and patted the American's back, "Oh mon petite Alfred, it might hurt but it's natural. I myself know that first hand."

Alfred smiled, "I know, Francis. It's been decades.... but it still lingers ya know." (1)

Francis smiled sadly at that, "The amour choose what it wants to love, mon ami." He gazed down before looking up to Alfred again. "Even if you don't like its decision sometimes."

Alfred huffed, "I sure as hell don't appreciate it."

"Oh don't be like that, Alfred." Francis chuckled, "Amour will also choose someone for you someday, somone...much better."

Alfred frowned but thought about it for a few seconds before sighing, "Yeah, I guess."

France nodded, "Mm, now let's go back to Russie and talk about our next plan oui?"

"Uh-huh." With that, both of the nations turned around to look at the other nation but only to see no one.

Alfred's eyes dilated, "Russia!?" He yelled as he ran to the spot where the Russian was supposed to be standing.

France followed suit and whipped his head around to look for Ivan as well but found no one in sight, only a very distressed American.

France almost didn't felt his people's presence, and when he did, he frozed.

America pressed his hands against his head while quietly whimpering as he tried to look for the violet eyed nation. 'Arthur disappeared not too long ago, and now Ivan too?' He furrowed his eyes when he noticed the still French nation. He guessed what could have possibly frozed the nation at a time like this and...he didn't want to hear it. But he still hoped anyway, "F-France?"

France looked at America's pleading eyes but France only bit his lower lip and frowned even more.

America's breath caught up to him. "No."

Author's POV

And CUT! Yolo dudes and dudettes, been a long time but I'm still alive as you can see here. I wrote this so yah. Anyways, I really am sorry for not updating that much. I'm still in high school and my mind and body isn't always eager to make stories. This dudette also like to draw ya know XD so I don't update in time. Ever. And I am sorry for that ;-;

Also if you're confused about what America said earlier then here ya go:

(1) A few decades ago, Rusame friendship sailed when they tried to be good to each and it somehow worked as they always visit each other when they had a chance. There were also times where their siblings join them. Then later on, the Ship- and I mean, ship Ship- sailed when America confessed but after a few years later their ship drowned. And they were back to hating each other until this reveal problem came around XD

There is a possibility that it'll sail again because I, myself, ship them ❤ but I dunno, only time tells.

Also, is it true that Norway and Finland are the ones who are obsessed with coffee or are the rest of the Nordics obsessed of it too?

Anyway, thank you for reading once again and I hope we'll see each other in the next chap.

Do svidaniya~ 😁🖑