Malaysia and Indonesia stayed in the car when Brazil and Mexico headed out. With his hand rested, Malaysia hummed to himself while playing some games on his phone. He knew that as long as he didn't say a word to the neighboring country beside him, everything should run smoothly.

Brazil and Mexico were to gather all the information that they could from this location and he and Indonesia were to be on the lookout for any suspicious activity. Ideally, of course, they wouldn't have to get involved at all and just would wait for the two to return.

Malaysia turned his head at the soft sound coming from his left side.

Indonesia looked busy, harshly scratching up some notes in his journal. Biting the tip of his pencil, Indonesia looked deep in thought over the situation unlike Malaysia who was just passing time by playing games on his phone.

It felt like twenty minutes passed until Indonesia finally changed his position. He looked out the window, squinting at a pair of shady-looking figures approaching the mansion. As he eyed them walking towards the entrance, he noted the handguns they held close to their chest, as if they were trying to hide them and cursed under his breath.

He shoulder-bumped Malaysia. "Hey, idiot," he grabbed his attention.

Malaysia didn't look away from his device but frowned anyways.

"Did you see those sneaky fucks out there?"

Malaysia looked up from his phone. "What? See who?"

Indonesia grabbed his phone out of his hands and threw it into the back seat.

"Hey—!"

"Take your eyes off the damn screen and maybe you'd see." Indonesia looked out again and muttered quietly, "Stay here."

Malaysia heard the car door click open and Indonesia step out with his emergency pack on.

"Wait, where are you going?" He yelled, "Indo!"

Indonesia shut the car door and walked towards the entrance with a blank look on his face. He walked up the steps and jiggled the door knob.

It was locked, of course. Indonesia then quickly took out a handheld gadget out of his backpack and tied the small bomb onto the handle of the metal door. He pulled the handle and ran back a few yards.

A small explosion followed a few seconds later. Indonesia looked over the bush to see the hole that he had created; it was relatively small as he observed, but large enough for him to crawl through.

He made his way in, growling every step he made, "Those lying fucks will regret messing with us."

His hand was swift as he pulled out the sword he kept with him at all times as soon as he stepped inside.

Indonesia preferred to use this combat weapon most often—a sharply cut bamboo sword with a clear metal coating that allowed it to reflect something as strong as even bullets.

He swung it over his shoulder with pride and confidence. The thin blade allowed him to cut through practically anything and was considered by many to be almost a part of his intricate personality.

At a four-way stop, Indonesia looked all four ways before turning left where he saw the door to a room just shut.

He clicked his tongue and ran to it. Before even checking if it was locked or not Indonesia kicked the door open with his foot as the two figures startled back in surprise.

Indonesia growled behind them, "Mind explaining yourselves?" The two men whipped their head around in a haste.

"How did you—"

Before one of the men could aim his gun at Indonesia, the boy swung his sword around his neck and held him in a neck lock.

"Hey," he said dangerously, "I asked you a question." Indonesia tilted the sword so that the sharp side of the blade would cause the man's neck to slightly bleed out. The man flinched.

"Hey buddy, were not here to cause any trouble," the other man stepped back defensively.

"So, you weren't planning on using those guns on anyone?" Indonesia husked but the man remained silent. "Answer me," Indonesia warned.

"We were only ordered to—"

Indonesia muttered, "Take one more step and he's dead." The man stopped in his tracks and his face expression changed into a much more confident one after giving up on his partner mentally.

"Any one of us can always be replaced," he explained and shrugged cockily.

"How sad to hear that," Indonesia sighed bringing the blade closer and closer to the man's neck. "I'm really sorry," he whispered to him, before cutting through his neck and watching him fall to the ground. His expression remained dark and grim whilst the other man shook in place.

He pointed at the boy with a trembling finger, "Y-Youre fucking insane," receiving only a careless shrug in return.

...

Malaysia bit his bottom lip in worry. He was told not to use the walkie talkie unless it was an absolute emergency, but seeing as Indonesia has been gone for a while too he decided to use it.

"Guys are you there? There's people in there and Indonesia went in as well," he said in a haste. "Hello? Do you copy?" He hit the walkie talkies with the side of his hand a few times before giving up.

"This is useless," he sighed.

Before lowering his head, Malaysia looked up. To his surprise, Brazil and Mexico were sprinting back to the vehicle through the gap Indonesia created earlier.

They jumped inside the car, gasping in fast breaths.

Malaysia looked around. "Is Indonesia not with you?"

"What? No, where is he?" Brazil asked whipping his head around only now to realize he was missing.

Malaysia shook his head. "I told him not to go after them," he mumbled.

"After who?" Brazil reiterated.

"Some men came in shortly after you two did. He thought they were out to get you and followed them."

"Shit," Brazil cursed with his palm to his forehead. "And he hasn't come back yet?"

Malaysia shook his head softly. He looked at Brazil. "So, did you get any info on the case?"

"Philippines is gonna die!" Mexico abruptly shouted with his hands in the air. Brazil frowned at him and he back down a little. "I'm sorry," he sheepishly smiled.

"Philippines..?" Malaysia whispered to himself while subconsciously biting his nails. The car began to grow awkward in tension and worry.

Brazil interuppted the silence, "We need to let the others know. We can't stay here."

"But isn't Indonesia still in there?" Mexico worriedly asked.

"He'll find a way back. We need to let the others know of the danger as soon as possible," Brazil explained, taking the wheel in the front seat.

And with that, they were off to a successful but perilous start on saving the world.