The eery clouds shadowed over a high estate, a building that looked relatively abandoned and aged. Poland felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked up with worry glazed over his eyes.

"Are you sure this is the place?" he asked with a tremble in his voice. Cyprus noticed something and pointed towards the black car blocking the driveway.

"Look, isn't that his car?"

"It's the same one we saw earlier," Finland confirmed.

Looking around the bleak place, Norway scrutinized the situation. "If this is where he is, then why is there no one guarding it?"

"Wouldn't that make it obvious?" Poland asked.

From the back of the car, the four of them heard a sudden yell. "Hey guys, look what I found!" Ireland held up an old sign he picked up.

Norway squinted, and realized there was a another figure behind him. "Ireland? Wait there's someone—look behind you!"

"What—?"

Whoever it was, suddenly wrapped their arm around Ireland's mouth, making him squirm in panic.

"Who are you!? Show yourself!" Finland yelled, ready to fight.

The person suddenly released him. He pulled his hood down and huffed. "If I knew it was you idiots, I wouldn't have bothered," he grunted.

"Russia?" Poland blinked in surprise. They haven't seen him all day although America did mention him being nearby.

Russia scoffed, "What are you guys doing here?"

"We should be asking you that," Finland murmured. "Where the hell did you go?"

Russia rolled his eyes. "I got a head start. Not my problem you're all slow."

"Hey—"

Poland quickly interrupted them before any arguing started. "Did you see America?" he asked Russia.

"Nope. I thought this дурак was him." He leaned dangerously close to meet Ireland's height. "Next time, try not being so loud," he warned in a low voice.

Ireland said in defense, "I didn't mean to. I just thought the sign was cool." He pouted to himself and dropped it.

"Well, now I guess we're all working together again," Russia announced in a slightly irritated tone of voice. He took the rifle case off his back and asked, "So, who's got weapons on them?"

Everyone looked at each other in silence. After a few long stares and shrugs, Russia face-palmed himself in disbelief.

"You have to be fucking kidding me."

"In our defense, we kind of chose to do this last minute," Norway jumped in.

"You're going up against a murderous psychopath unarmed?"

They pondered on the thought, but the more they reflected on their actions, the more they realized how unplanned this all was.

Poland suggested, "I thought we could talk it out, maybe?"

"Fucking Europeans," Russia muttered to himself while loading up his rifle. "Use the back door and meet me inside," he instructed.

With that, he jumped through a small on the side of the house barely reachable by anyone with regular height.

"Should we go?" Ireland hesitantly asked.

"I don't know. Something seems off," Norway judged the situation.

Finland agreed, "I don't see why Russia out of all people would help us willingly."

"Maybe he just sees the importance of this?" Poland hopefully asked.

"I guess."

"Cyprus."

"Yes?"

Finland warned him, "Stay out here. If we don't come back in thirty minutes, run away from here as fast as you can."

"Are you insane? He's just a kid," Norway rebutted.

"So, it's our best option to keep him safe, and also to let the others know what we're up against in case anything goes south."

Cyprus nodded. "I'll stay out here. Finland is right. We need someone to stay behind in case things go wrong."

Finland smiled. "The kid's smarter than he looks." Then, they all sighed and stared at the main entrance.

"Let's go get this over with already," Poland initiated and started walking towards the mansion.

"Good luck to you all," Cyprus called out.

Norway waved. "You too, kiddo."

...

"They're coming in," Russia said as he observed from the second floor window.

America asked with a hint of glimmer in his eye, "Did they suspect anything?"

"Does it matter? None of them brought weapons with them. They might as well be walking into a slaughter house," Russia laughed.

"Now, I'm not that cruel Russia," America chuckled. He looked out to see them walk inside and haughtily smiled. "No, I'll play a game with them."

Russia blinked. "A game?"

"You'll see. Just take them to the designated area," America whispered to him as he kept his balance on the railing.

"Alright."

The front door suddenly creaked open and echoed throughout the silent house.

"They're here." Russia took that as a cue to leave and walked down the main stairs that led to a big open front area of the manor.

"Russia?"

"Took you long enough. I think I know where he might be keeping the bombs," he said, leading them towards the back. "Now, let's hurry, before he gets back." They followed Russia through the dark halls.

Norway pondered while looking around, "This is a pretty vacant place. Why in the world would he stay here?"

"Hidden from the public?" Poland suggested.

"Yeah, but America doesn't seem the type to want to hide."

"Yeah, that is strange, I guess."

"Russia, are you sure about this?" Ireland asked.

"Yeah. I've looked all over the place other than this room," he lied. Taking a second to observe, however, Russia stopped and asked, "Hey, wasn't there five of you?"

"No..?" Norway carefully answered.

Russia didn't think much on it and opened a door using a key. "Hm... Anyways, this is it." He showed them the way in.

Poland and the other three countries looked around the room dissapointed. "What's so special about this place—"

The door suddenly closed as everyone looked behind them. It took a minute for them to realize that they were locked in.

"What's going on?" Ireland nervously asked.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," an all-too-familiar voice suddenly echoed in the room.

"I'd say this was an unexpected visit, but I'd be lying, of course." America stepped out of the shadows, making his appearance known.

"Russia, you son of a bitch," Finland cursed.

"Calm down, America doesn't want to kill you," Russia muttered.

"Why the fuck are you on his side!?" Finland argued.

Russia ignored him and gave his companion a sweet and sinister grin. "Although, y'know America, you can still change your mind about that."

He looked back at the group with a menacing expression sprawled across his face. "I have this odd urge to kill someone right now," he admitted while starring daggers into Finland's cold eyes.

Before anyone could pounce on him, Poland stepped in the way. "Arguing with him won't help our situation."

"The red and white kid is right," America agreed.

"My name's Poland actually."

America chuckled and shrugged. "Sorry, no clue what that is, kid."

"You better hand over the bombs right now America!"

He grinned out of pure amusement. "Or what, Norway?"

"Or uh... We'll get serious!"

"Cute," America hummed. "But no, you lot decided to follow me, so now you'll have to pay the consequences." He jumped off the railing and onto the stairs where he began descending down from.

"What do you mean?" Poland asked.

"A game. You'll play a game of mine to determine your fate," America explained and let Russia join his side. "That is your punishment for breaking my rules."