The corridor is fairly quiet, where the agents are guarding a bunker the president told them to. They were standing like mannequins outside, however, the wavy brown haired man inside the bunker was certainly displeased at the fact that they won't let him out even if he suggested to walk out with a few- if not all of the agents out to search for a friend.

And damn, he never thought he would crave to go outside more than everything right now.

There was absolutely no privacy in the room. There are some of his hobbies inside, yes. But he does not appreciate how these men suddenly comes in without a care - except guarding the Austrian nation, who does not give a fruk if the bunker's gone right now.

He is weak, not to mention very low in endurance. So, he's basically stuck, and forcing his way out himself is never an option since the very beginning of this mess.

The man frowned at them, violet eyes glaring slightly behind his glasses that says, 'Fine. Be that way.' and swiftly turned away with a disappointed sigh as he walked towards a large black keyboard. The agents did not pay him any mind even when he trailed and pressed his gloved fingers on the white and black keys. The man sighed and sat down on a small chair, fixing his already neat clothes and pressed his fingers against the keys again, making low sounds before it went higher and higher. With centuries of experience, he did not take a break even when he thought his fingers grew numb.

When suddenly-

A man yelped outside, followed by gun fires, and that familiar annoying albino's ridiculous laugh and hellishly irritating behavior. But the man inside did not pay much attention to it even when the agents inside ran out of the bunker.

He just pressed harder and faster on the notes. The music became more intense as the elegant man synched with it, twirling his fingers and stomping his foot on the ground.

More guns and yells erupted outside and the brown haired man slowly sweat as the notes continue to go higher and higher. The man did not mind the argue outside the room because he knew.

He just knew that everything's going to be fine.

A sweat trailed down from his forehead down to the side of his face as he closed his eyes.

A rare small smile crept on his face, relief and a funny feeling dancing inside him as the gun fires slowly grew dull.

A laugh that he knew for a very very painful long time, he never knew he would feel so happy to hear until now.

He heard a bang from behind him but he never flinched. He never had to. He just danced his fingers one last time.

He ended the notes and opened his eyes, then footsteps can be heard behind him.

"Hey Roderich, still playing with your toy?" A voice says.

Roderich Edelstein- Austria slowly faced to those familiar red eyes that annoyed him to no end.

He's still his friend anyway.

His eye twitch, but neither of the two mentioned it.

"It's not mine." He replied and stood up. A blonde- no- two blondes went in, one who's stuttering a lot with a polar bear asking questions, Austria knew him as the obnoxious America. (1)

He waited for any "hero exclaimations and what not" but the American just lowered his head and shyly smiled which made Austria raise a brow at him.

'How odd', he thought.

So he glanced at the other sleek-blond-haired one who's holding a twin gun with a solemn look.

'Germany', he thought. "Well," He mumured, looking back to America and Prussia. "I do not know if it is much of a concern to you, but I certainly am not wasting another second in this room." He said and walked past the three men.

The Prussian looked like he does not want to stay any longer as well, so intead of protesting, he replied, "Kesesese, whatever you say, stupid aristocrat." The Prussian snickered before following the Autrian out.

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"What the hell?"

"Mon Dieu..."

Alfred and Francis both whispered in disbelief while Russia narrowed his piercing purple eyes at the now ruined bunker. They were now invisible so they did not draw any unwanted attention from the crowd behind them.

Alfred looked at the other nations on either side, "This is not what's supposed to happen!" He said, flailing his arms around as Ivan's right arm and Francis' left arm followed with Alfred's.

"Exactly what happened..." France muttered as he stared at the empty bunker. Ivan stared as well, eyes wondering around the area that's only occupied by unconscious british people.

After a moment of Alfred and Francis' freak out voices, Ivan deeply frowned, "This is not done by our kind..."

Alfred sighed, "Yeah." He looked at the place once again and felt the faint presence of a few of his people. He moved towards the ruin while pulling Ivan and Francis with him. "I can feel Americans were here when Arthur was with his agents."

Francis nodded with a glare, he can feel some of his as well.

Ivan lowered himself down and took something sharp near one of the british agents, examining it with his eyes and touch. His eyes furrowed, "This is an unusual sleeping dart." He said.

Alfred's eyes went towards the banker, not bothering to look at the darts. When Alfred saw some computers that work, he pulled the nations with him towards a computer and easily used it almost like how Estonia can. "Not only that but they took Arthur using those darts that Germany's people made for nations." He paused and faced at them with knowing eyes. "Only."

America looked away and stared at the screen while France gave a confused glance at it. The American flailed his arms around with a whine. "Geez this computer is not cool. Should have asked Tony for his." Alfred grumbled but continued to use it anyway, typing fast. "These are just some secrets from Iggy's government." He shrugged, pulled away from the computer and stood up. "Nothing that includes his abduction though." He said, glancing up towards the broken cameras. Alfred pouted in disappointment but paused when he moved a bit and saw some sharp objects behind the said camera.

He looked closely from his chair with his eyes and confirmed the sharp objects as the now broken darts that are made by the Germans. He glanced around their surroundings and saw some black spots that are either caused by something hot or England's so called magic which Alfred considered. For now. When he narrowed his blue eyes, he saw very little signs of blood, "They sure left quiet a few traces." Alfred murmured before he was tugged by Russia.

Damn this American can get smart and observant when needed. But still act dumb like a certain Italian.

Ivan raised a brow at the American, "Germans made them?"

Alfred nodded at the Russian. "Yeah, but it only works for a day."

"Mm." Ivan hummed and looked for anything that may help the case or anything that stands out. "That just means not only the Americans did this but also Germans..."

Francis eyed the dart from Ivan's hand and grimaced, "If that is indeed used only for our kind, then doesn't that kill humans if they used that on their fragile bodies?"

Ivan stood up, put the dart in a cylinder glass and dropped it inside Alfred's bomber jacket while Alfred pulled away but not completely so they won't get visible to the human eye and hissed at the Russian with a simple 'Don't touch me.' glare.

"Da." Said the Russian.

"But!" America yelled, holding out a burger with Francis' hand- much to the French nation's obvious digust- as he ate it, "Of course they did not used them on the british dudes since they are very much alive."

"Obviously." The Russian mumbled with a smirk but was either unnoticed or ignored by the American.

"They must have used something besides the sleeping darts they used on Iggy." Alfred pointed out at the unconscious bodies as the brits wearing blue placed them on the ambulance. And of course the brits acted oblivious to their presence because they are currently invisible.

The American stood up from the chair and helped the Russian look for anything other than the fact that there are darts around.

"The unusual darts are everywhere..." France commented.

"Uh-huh. So that means, Artie ran away, missing some of the darts along the way but got caught by one of those anyway -" He paused, eating the burger again as Russia smiled creepily at him. America stared at some dark traces around the corner and narrowed his eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly remembered the black spots. Man, he almost forgot about that. "- Or he fought them with whatever he had at that time, used his weapon to avoid some darts but unfortunately..." He trailed off as he felt the faint picture of an American dragging the British nation followed by some people that aren't his. 'Germans.' He thought. "He got caught..." He whispered but was audible enough for both nations to hear.

"Amerika." America stared up at Russia with a raised brow. "Can you focus on searching for their footsteps?" The Russian asked with his very creepy smile, "They are Americans after all." The young nation slightly tensed. Unfortunately for him, it was certainly noticed by both nations judging from the confused look the Russian gave and the sad frown from the French. The American slowly put his half-eaten-burger down and shook his head, no.

"I can't." Alfred said, then snarled when he saw Ivan's look, "Yes they are my people, Ivan." Ivan does not look amused but Alfred wasn't looking for humour either. "Yet they are not." Alfred looked away with a solemn look, he doesn't want to see his reaction. "Not anymore."

Ivan's accusation stare softened, "They..." betrayed? He added in his head as Alfred slowly nodded and Ivan looked down, understanding him. "Мне жаль..." (I'm sorry...)

It was not unexpected but it is sad...

Russia and pretty much every countries had experienced this a lot. Humans that completely betrays their nation, not only lose their nationality but also leaves a small spark of pain to the said nation. The pain depends on how many betrayed them. Humans that betray them will not be called as theirs no more. And if they are not theirs, then those said humans are nobody.

In this case, the Americans betrayed him in this place, which left a very faint presence of theirs about them leaving the area as nobody.

Aka Traitors.

Alfred waved his hand and shrugged. "It's fine. Everyone gets some traitors from their lands anyway."

"The amount of humans betraying at the same time is another case though."

Francis sighed, "I can feel few of mine here too."

America snapped up and looked at Francis with wide eyes. "Seriously?" France nodded with another sigh. Ivan stared at the French nation as Alfred's eyes grew wider. "Seriously?"

Francis sighed heavier this time, "Yes, Alfred. Is it that hard to believe?"

"Duh! Most of your people are obsessed with love dude! They would never do this!"

France raised a brow at him. 'Surely, Alfred knew better than that.'

America can also be good at acting so France is having quite a hard time figuring out whether this American is truly doing this on purpose or not...

"Da!" France whipped his head towards the Russian who, surprisingly- no- jaw-droppingly, agreed with the American. "Там должно быть какое-то объяснение." (There has to be some kind of explanation.) (2)

France sighed again and slowly slapped his hand to his own head. While he does not know what the fruk some of the Russian's language, France just knew what he is talking about. "Pourquoi? (Why?)" Now he acted like a certain stressed German. "It is common to have traitors in every country, so why am I excempted?"

"Er um...?" Alfred raised a brow to France.

This American always has to act dumb, why!?

"Is it really that hard to believe, mon ami?"

"Nyet...da..." France looked at Russia for a moment before sighing for the fourth time.

Francis glanced at Alfred's still wide eyes and sighed for the fifth time. "Just call Mathieu and the others about this."

Alfred snapped out from his own stare and nodded, "Sure, better safe than sorry." He muttered under his breath and pulled Ivan's right hand with his left hand, buried them inside his pocket and pulled them out with his phone in their hands. Alfred whined when he could not properly open his phone while Ivan's hand is intertwined with his, "Geez, why is this so hard!?" He growled and was going to try again but Ivan took it out from his grip with a smile. "Hey! That's mine!"

Ivan ignored him and called the Canadian while Alfred reached out to get his phone from the Russian. Said Russian passed it to his left hand- which was the only hand he has that is not wrapped with the American- and pulled his head away from the American, who keeps on trying to retrieve it from him- much to Francis' horror when his left hand was being yanked with the American's right hand just to get the frickin' phone from flippin' Russia.

Bzzzz... bzzz...

Click

"A-Al?"

"Ah, Matvey. Hello." Ivan greeted. And when the Canadian was about to talk, he interrupted, "Alfredka is fine." Said American glared darkly behind his back and made sure the Russian knows he fruking hate his commie guts. Ivan sent a smile to Alfred and went back to talking with the stunned Canadian, "I just called instead of Alfred because he can't reach his phone right now."

"W-What? So he can't move his hands?" Matthew asked, worried and slightly suspicious while Ivan inspected Alfred's arms that are currently locked on his and France's hands.

Alfred raised a brow since he can't hear the conversation.

"Da. He can't." Ivan smirked at Alfred's confused glare.

A gasp. "Oh no. B-But he is fine r-right?"

Ivan looked at Alfred up and down, "Da!"

A small doubt hum. Then a sigh of relief. "C-Can I talk to him?"

Ivan looked at Alfred again. "What are you looking at, Commie?"

Ivan ignored him again and replied nonchalantly, "Nyet."

"O-Oh...ok." a sigh again. "I-Is there a-anything else that you want to tell me, Russia?"

"Mm. Da, we want to warn you about some traitors that are trying to get us."

"W-What!?"

"Da. They already caught Britain but I don't know if they can really do anything to him because his invisible friends might curse them."

"Oh." Matthew whispered, followed by some deep breaths that might be because he's trying to hold himself together. Ivan understands, after all, Arthur is one of Matthew's family. After a moment, Matthew finally talked again, "Ok, h-he can take care of himself...h-he's not called a former pirate for nothing."

Ivan can imagine Matthew's small smile and worried eyes, but that thought was gone before Matthew starts to talk again, "I'll tell the others right away. I-Is there anything e-else?"

Ivan stared back to Alfred but Alfred already made a conversation with France about 'french fries', in which made France talk with a distressed face while Alfred's usual goofy smile finally returned to his face, Russia found himself smiling sincerely. The American wasn't really smiling the whole time when they discovered that the tea lover got kidnapped.

Ivan felt his cold heart flutter a bit as the American's eyes light up at something that France said, beaming even at a time like this.

'They really are alike.' The Russian thought.

He felt his heart flutter again when the American's smile grew wider and laughed but the Russian remained cold on the outside. He groaned when he felt a little blush on his cheeks.

Russia let his smile turn into his usual creepy one when he snapped out from his stare. The Russian turned to look at the french man instead, who looks like he really need Arthur to argue with right now when Alfred amazingly switched the entire topic back to 'french fries'.

Ivan "Da. But we can talk about this later."

"O-Ok, eh." For a moment, they just stayed silent but some arguements from the Canadian's line can be heard. "U-Um...B-Bye for now, I still h-have to get Gilbert away from Autria...Austria's still looking for Hungary by the way. A-And tell everyone else with you that we just got Roderich out, eh."

"Mm, da. Bye." With that, he hung up and sneakily put the American's phone into his bomber jacket without him knowing about it as he talked and talked with an unamused French.

Russia smiled at them for a minute before noticing that his phone was vibrating in his coat. He took it out and swiftly pressed the green circle in a sec.

"-iyaa, what is taking that American so long, aru!? I am sick of these people already!"

A groan. "Aren't we all?"

"Pashnea, nakita ko lang-"

"Piri-san, please talk in english. I still don't understand your language. Or japanese if you'd like to."

"Aiyaaaa, why not just speak english, aru. Just for the sake of everyone else, aru. The others don't even know how to speak japanese, aru!"

"Ah, sorry, Kiku. Sorry po, China. I just saw in the news that England is now out of the bunker so I assumed that he is now, well, saved." Phillipines said, putting some emphasis at the end.

"Yeah, yeah...saved."

"..."

"..."

"Well, aren't you sarcastic today, mate."

"Nyet. He's not saved."

"R-Russia?"

"What do you mean, big brother?"

"U-Um." Russia stuttered when he heard her sister's voice but managed to fix himself back. "Britain was taken by some traitors."

A moment of slience.

And they burst out, "WHAT!?"

"Traitors!? How dare they!"

"Must be France!"

"I don't why but I agree."

"V-Ve?"

A sigh that sounds like Germany's usual stress sigh. "Why would you suddenly assume that, Poland?"

"Well, they, like totally hate each other, duh. What else would it be?"

Russia shook his head, "Nyet, he's with me and Amerika." He interupted again before anyone can say anything. "And when I said traitors, I meant humans. Not nations."

"..."

"..."

"The ones the presidents told us about?" Finland asked, taking a deep breath.

Russia narrowed his eyes, even though no one can see it, the nations just knew his purple aura is out again. They gulped audibly. "Da."

"...Damn-"

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A loud bam- a punch to the wall and a small whimper of a certain Italian can be heard through the phone.

Russia waited as he stared darkly at America and France, talking about his sister, Ukraine. France must have brought that one up. And now he keeps on laughing and suggesting something to the flustered American, who shakes his head 'no' almost immediately.

But Russia did not say anything. He looked away, blocked their conversation and focused on the phone instead.

"I see." Germany hissed followed by muffled questions from the German's line.

'Must be Austria and the others with him.' Russia thought.

Germany sighed but they knew he's trying to hold it in.

"So they've finally made their move..."

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"Ungrateful chigi bastards."

Spain did not replied. He just agreed silently, gritting his teeth.

'Damn bastards indeed.'

Author's POV

(1) Poor Canada indeed.

(2) If the translation is wrong, ask google and complain there. I only knew a few Russian words. And this sentence is not one of them.

Anyway, been a long time dudes. I'm having a hard time searching for any fics that involves Reigen Arataka lately. So I really am gonna be slow at updating stuff now. (Well, it IS already slow as it is now-)

But I still won't stop this tho.

Thanks for reading and I hope I'll see you guys in the next chap.

Au revoir~