Wy ran up the stairs of the balcony, tripping on the last step. But, despite scraping her knees, she got right back up and ran into the ballroom. Many nations took notice of how sweaty and out of breath she was, while Austria noted how dirty her gown had gotten.

"Wendy, are you alright?" Sebastian asked as Clifford straightened up her gown. Wy's cheeks were rosy red and her breath seemed uneven.

"No I'm not alright!" her shout effectively silenced the entire ballroom, "some weird guys ambushed Amelia in the garden! They're taking her away! And Peter went after them!" Finland stood up immediately after those words left her mouth. 

Canada and Russia were quick to run to the balcony, finding no trace of the van. Many of the nations followed, all of them worried for the safety of Amelia and Peter.

The van had already been lost to the night, leaving not a single track to trace in its wake.

"Why would Amelia do such a thing?" Katyusha asked herself, beginning to cry. Natalia was quick to give her a handerkerchief, thinking about possible answers to the question her sister had asked. However, her thinking was cut short when Wy gave them their answer.

"They told her that they hid a bomb somewhere and would kill everyone at the gala. They originally only wanted one of us so they could hold us for ransom, but they took Amelia instead," the group of nations began to head back inside, some grabbing drinks to help calm their nerves. France took notice of her scraped knees and was quick to offer help.

"Would you like for us to 'elp with your knees, little one?" New Zealand and Australia began fussing over her. They were stopped by Britain, who pulled out a chair. Australia took her from New Zealand and gave her to Arthur.

"Now Wendy, what else did those men say?" Britian asked as he sat her down on his chair. He gently tadded her wounds with a wet hanky, wiping the dirt and blood off before wrapping it with some bandages he had stuffed in his coat pocket.

After all, 'a gentleman is always prepared' according to him.

"They told her that she was going to be some weird guy's whore and all this other mean stuff," many of the nations were astonished at the foul language, but then again, she was only repeating what was said.

The sound of shattered crystal clanged against the floor, causing many nations to look. Ivan's eyebrows seemed to twitch as blood dripped from his fingertips. The reminants of his flute of wine lay on the floor.

Why was I so foolish?! I should not have left her alone! I am truly stupid! Those monsters will pay for taking her away from me!

Having noticed the distain in Ivan's features, Raivis took his hand. Tolys aided his cuts quickly while Katyusha was trying to get him to calm down. His aura had begun to circulate around the room, making a good chunk of nations tremble.

Many nations felt themselves begin to hurt, as if a part of them had been taken away. Roderich began to lightly cling his glass, doing his best to get everyone's attention. The ballroom slowly began to quiet itself down, allowing Austria to speak.

"I vill contact ze police, for now ve all must get to bed. The gala vill be ending early zis year,"

Austria contacted the police and got all the answers he needed from Wy before sending her to bed. As he gave the information to the police, he couldn't help but feel an ache stretching down his throat. As if a nation in peril was leaving his country.

By the time the nations made their way to their respected room, got dressed, brushed their teeth, and double checked the locks, Austria knew that Sealand and Amelia were no longer inside of Austrian borders.

Meanwhile, with Amelia~

They had been driving for a while, there weren't any windows for them to tell just how far. But, Amelia knew they were no longer in Austria. If she had to guess, they were by a border at this point. After all, it had been over four hours.

She lightly pet Sealand's head, who was shivering in fear. That's when the van came to a sudden stop, jolting them both into a state of reserved panic. The metal doors began to fling open, revealing some of the men from before.

"Hey, when did the kid get here?!" one shouted, making a few more look at the back end of the van. Some groaned, while others smirked and began to crawl towards them.

"I think we could hold him from ransom! Might as well get money while banging a whore at the same time," one of the men said as he reached for Sealand. The young micronation was offended at the slur given to Amelia, so he drew back his arm and punched the man in the face.

"How dare you call Ms. Amelia a whore! Have you no shame! She is an amazing lady who is really funny and talented! As my honor as a gentleman, I will not let you hurt her!" the little nation had broken the man's nose with his powerful punch of steel. The many other men began to scooch back, afraid of the little boy's strength.

"Man, that kid has some muscle," the bleeding man groaned as he fixed his nose.

"Now that I got everyone's attention! Where are we?!" Sealand yelled as he held his closed fist upwards, ready for more. There were little signs of bruising, deepening the men's sense of dread.

"Now, now, young man. That isn't a way to behave to my men," Roger smirked as he snapped his fingers, "you two are being kept in my small villa in the Czech countryside. You will listen to every order we give you, or you will receive punishments. I will feed you both three meals a day and maybe something nice if you are good. For now, get the whore into her new outfit and set the boy in the chambers,"

Amelia growled and instantly took Peter into her arms, closely enveloping him to her chest.

"I will not allow you to separate us! He is a child and I refuse to be apart from him! Give me my new outfit and I will change on my own and completely willingly,"

There was no room for negotiating, so the men were quick to hand Amelia the revealing outfit. Sealand turned around, as to give Amelia some privacy. Once she was in the outfit, the group of men took the two prisoners to their rooms.

Austria's mansion was quiet the following morning, all of them just feeling so lost and hurt. A lot of nations found it hard to eat anything, especially Canada. Words couldn't describe the burning self hate that the Canadian felt.

He had failed Amelia. He was the one who brought her there. He was the one who let her roam free. He let her get kidnapped. All his mind could focus on was the fact that he failed.

The doorbell rang and one of the servants excused herself to get it. The nations still remained quiet, leaving the clanking of silverware and plates to fill the void. When the servant came back, she had four people behind her. 

The girl had long brown hair in a low ponytail with dark blue eyes. The largest one of the bunch, a boy, had a buzzcut and the smaller one next to him had platinum blonde hair. The smallest of the group kept his hoodie up, so no one say anything of his. Austria stood up to question who they were, but the sole female of the group beat him to it.

"My name is Kiki, these are my brothers Brody, Gabe, and Niko. We are agents of the United States government and have been informed of the kidnapping of Amelia. We'll be on the case, considering it is a foreign affair," she spoke with a southern accent. She had a sweet smile but her tone was serious. Brody stepped forward.

"We understand y'all had another one snagged as well, a boy named Peter. We will also be aiding in his rescue as well," Gabe stepped up and nodded while Niko just stayed quiet. Finland came up and handed Kiki Sealand's sailor hat.

"This might help with DNA and all that stuff, Peter normally wears it," Kiki nodded and gently took the hat. She then turned to Gabe and Brody, a fire in her eyes.

"You two try to comfort them, Niko and I will try to get some leads," Kiki led the hooded boy away. Brody comforted the crying Finland while Gabe tried to find someone to help. He instantly went to Canada, trying his best to reassure him.

The two went around the room for a bit until Gabe met someone. He was in the middle of offering support to Isreal when Afghanistan took notice of Gabe's tattoo. He took the boy's arm and studied it, recognizing the World Trade Center.

"'I'll Remember You'. You must have been young. Were you there?" he asked. Gabe nodded and felt tear brim in his eyes.

"Yea, it's hard to forget something like that," Gabe grazed the tattoo. Afghanistan clapped an arm around him.

"I-I am sorry for them," he apologized, making Gabe chuckle.

"No worries, man. Ya can't change the past, only look to the future,"

Many nations heard that bit of advice, smiling softly. That's when Kiki came back in, holding a piece of paper.

"We got a location," she announced. Before she could add anything, Canada and Russia stood up.

"We're coming!" they yelled in unison. France and Britian stood up as well. When all was said and done, the Allies and Axis were joining the "agents" on their rescue mission.

Amelia had been shivering since she was placed in the dingy, cement basement. Sealand was cuddled next to her, trying to help her get warm. Despite the warm meals they were given, the icy air that drafted through the room from outside got the better of them.

"Don't worry, Amelia. I won't let you freeze," Peter yelped. Amelia chuckled and gently scruffed up his hair. The basement door opened and heavy boots began to make their way down to them. Jacob smirked at her and crossed his arms.

"Aw, is the bitchy whore cold? Well, why don't you come upstairs and I can warm you up," he began to reach out, but Sealand caught his wrists.

"Leave her alone!" Jacob scoffed and shoved Peter to the side. Amelia rushed to him and helped him sit up, looking at him worriedly.

"Come on, whore!" Amelia groaned and began to stand up, much to Peter's horror. He wasn't going to let Amelia do such a thing. He rushed up and tackled Jacob to the ground, punching him across the jaw.

"I said leave her alone, jerk!" Peter punched him a few more times before he was roughly pushed off. The force was so powerful that Sealand basically flew across the room. Jacob stands up and reaches in his pocket, his eyes glowing with anger.

"You fucking brat! Stop getting in my way!" pulling out a revolver. Amelia felt her heart skip a beat as Jacob aimed it at Sealand. Her motherly instincts took full control and she shielded the young micronation, her shoulder near exploding. Jacob stomped his way back upstairs as Amelia fell against the wall, clutching her wound.

Blood quickly began to fall down her body, soaking her outfit and the floor. Sealand's eyes began to cloud with tears as he quickly took his handkerchief from his petticoat and gently pressed her wound.

"Mom always told me to do this in case I got a wound," he put pressure on the bullet hole, still crying, "I'll help you, don't worry," Amelia gently took his hands off the hanky and pressed her own wound. This prompted Sealand to take off his petticoat completely and cover her shoulders.

Using her free arm, she opens it up for Sealand to lay on her chest. As he does so, his crying subsides. Peter felt Amelia's chest rising and falling and heard her heart beating. He felt soothed by it, feeling his eyes grow heavy.

"Rest, Peter. It's ok, everything will be ok," Amelia told him softly. Peter nodded and began to fall asleep.

The Axis and Allies, along with the "agents" were outside the villa. Brody cocked his shotgun and Gabe readied his blades. Kiki was just sitting besides Niko, petting his head. After making sure he was calm, she turned to the group.

"So, we discovered that this villa belongs to the captors. Amelia and Peter must be in there," Kiki informed.

"Y'all ready to storm the place?" Brody whispered to the group. The nations nodded, each holding a weapon. However, none of them saw Niko walking right up to the guards. Well, until Gabe took notice and gasped.

"Niko, no! Come back here!" the nations looked to Gabe as he whispered yelled. They all saw Niko walk right to the guards and saw the back of his hood look upwards, the guards fainted at the sight.

"What the bloody hell did he just do?"

"Oh, Niko can scare anybody just by looking at them. It's weird, must get it from his dad," Gabe told, "now, let's get charging!" Gabe ran up, blades flying. More and more guards began to surround the group, but the nations didn't even need to fight. The "agents" literally took care of the entire guard.

Getting in the house was easy enough, Niko just kicked down the door. It really is amazing how the quiet ones are also the strongest. The nations were quick to enter behind Niko as the agents took care of the other guards.

"We need to search for zem!"

"Werr, where courd they be?"

"Ve~ Maybe they're in the kitchen?"

"Nein, zey vouldn't be un zere,"

"We need to hurry, eh! More guard could come in any minute,"

"I say we look down the hall, aru,"

"Nyet, we should look upstairs,"

As the nations bickered, Niko focused on a door.

"Here," he pointed to the door. The nations all silenced, hearing Niko speak for the first time. Before they could question him, Niko ran and broke the door to splinters. He then rushed down the stairs, followed by the nations.

When they saw Amelia, seemingly dead with blood everywhere, Canada and Russia felt their hearts break. All the nations felt their heart hurt, but Niko just felt angry. He went up to Amelia and shoved Peter off. The micronation is startled awake by the violent jolt.

"Did you do this?!" Niko asked. The shout instantly awoke Amelia, who looked around. She saw Niko about to pounce, so she quickly enveloped him in a hug.

"Niko, it's ok," they all heard Niko begin to cry, "shh, baby, it's ok. I'm alright. You found me," Amelia felt her shoulder sting, so she looked to the wound, "huh, I forgot I got shot,"

"MA!!!" the three "agents" yelled as they flew by the nations. Brody knelt down and cradled Amelia, Gabe began to work on her wound, while Kiki just tried to clean her up.

While the nations watched all this go down, they couldn't help but notice how Sealand was now crying. England ran to him, hugging him tightly.

"Thank goodness you're ok, Peter. Your family and I have been worried sick!" he wiped Peter's tears and smiled.

"Peter, vhat happened to Amelia?"

Peter explained everything to them, distracting them from the secretive conversation Amelia was having with her children. Well, Russia wasn't distracted. He kept his eyes on Amelia as often as he could, worry filling his mind. He slowly went over to the family, kneeling in front of Amelia.

He brushed her cheek and held her close, softly crying. Niko was about to intervene until he noticed that it was Ivan who was holding her. It was silent for a moment before Niko began to cry again.

"Mama, that man," he said pointing to Ivan. Amelia and Ivan looked at each other, "is he-" before he could finish, Amelia answer.

"Yes, Niko, he is,"

"I am what?" Niko pulled down his hood, revealing a very similar face and look. The only difference was Niko's eyes, that were bright blue like Amelia's. Ivan was basically looking at himself.

"Ivan, meet Nikolai," the group of nations were now focused on the current situation. They couldn't believe it.

"I-I don't understand. What is happening?" Ivan asked, very panicked. Amelia sighed stood up, looking down. The group was quiet, awaiting her answer.

"I haven't been completely honest with you all," she took a deep breath and gulped down her fear. It was now or never, "my name is Amelia Liberty Jones, and I am the personification of the United States of America,"

Silence befell the room.