hetalia_kink

All the countries are staying over at Greece's house for a while (for a meeting/party/whatever.) However, Greece's mom's gods, being the big personality types they are, are actually still around. Eros is kind of bored of playing around his humans, and decides to make some of the countries fall in love with each other. His powers have weakened over the years, which means that the magic will only last a few days, but during that time, the countries under the spell will fall completely, utterly, madly in love with the first country they see after they're hit with Eros's arrow.

Eros, not knowing any country that well other than Greece, ends up making some pretty bizarre pairs...and breaking up more than a few couples. And no one can see Eros or knows about the spell other than Greece, so things might get a bit...confusing for our poor countries.

Bonus Time!
- Austria ends up falling for Prussia. Hungary doesn't mind all that much, as long as she can watch.
- America and Russia have recently gotten together before all this happens. One of them gets hit by Eros's arrow and falls for someone really unexpected. The other is heartbroken...and jealous. Really, really, scary, Cold War violent jealous.
- Greece is unaffected by the spell, and being unable to control Eros, just sits back calmly to watch the chaos unfold (and maybe help an unfortunate country hide from their overzealous pursuer who's still under the spell.)

Anon here is not above anon, and is in fact posting this for her sister who likes surf the meme but remains html illiterate on general principle.

This will be long-ish and overflowing with crack.

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Athens, Greece

February 13 2010, Saturday

A certain conference building

Main conference room

09.32 a.m.

“Okay~”, said France as he assessed the situation in front of him, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t know what this is about, but this is going to be interesting...”

“Um, shouldn’t someone stop them?” Lithuania asked and managed to sound worried through his bewilderment.

“Definitely not going there, that’s freaking scary. Though I admit it’s entertaining”, Denmark shook his head without letting his gaze wander from the scene.

“Russia, shouldn’t you do something about that?” America asked, staring eyes wide.

“Why?” Russia asked innocently and smiled. “I’m just happy I’m not included. Though I might wish the winner all good~… after the war.”

“Stop calling it a war! Anyway, what. on. Earth. happened?” Germany looked around the table demanding the answer from all those present. No one gave it, just continued to stare at the scene with varying expressions of suprise, astonishment, amusement, utter disbelief and, in the case of Norway, Egypt and Hong Kong, blank. Sighing, Germany turned to their host. “Greece, don’t you know anything about this?”

“Ummm...” Greece contemplated his answer for a while.

Main conference room

09.24 a.m.

Everyone had gathered and the meeting would be able to start in time at 09.30 a.m. For once. It was rare, really, Korea had even come up with the idea of filming this historical moment. Thirty-odd nations all being in the right place at the right time was something that didn’t happen so often. Because of time differences someone was almost always jet-lagged and oversleeping no matter where they gathered. If that didn’t happen, someone (usually Spain) came up with something ‘important’ to do just before the meeting. Sometimes there were real problems, like the time in Japan when Italy had choked on his breakfast noodles and had to be taken to the hospital before attending the meeting. And sometimes there were some less real problems as last year in Russia when America had refused to come out of his bed before it was warmer. Anyway, it was rare for them to be in time. Korea’s suggestion still wasn’t put into effect though.

But Greece wasn’t interested in that. He excused himself for a second and left the conference hall for a smaller preparation room on the side. He heard someone hurrying him back so the ‘on time miracle’ would come true. He mumbled a quick answer, shut the door behind him and turned around to stare at the person who had come after him.

“What’s this about?” he asked the ancient god quietly.

Eros smiled and ruffled Greece’s hair. “You’re such a sweet and cute kid. I’m sure your mother is proud of you. Aren’t you a good boy, aren’t you huh?”

Greece took the hand away. “Eros, I’m asking you a question. Why’re you here?”

“What do you mean why?”

“I haven’t even seen you for ages”, Greece noted and thought. Though I have heard about things you’ve done. “What brings you here now, when we’re having our Pre-Valentine Conference?”

The god thought of this for a while and then summarized his thoughts for the nation. “I’m bored.”

“What?”

“You know, humans are nice, but what’s a point of sharing eternal love when they don’t live forever?” Eros gestured to form a human shape in the air.

“Except your love only lasts about a day these days”, Greece reminded him. I have heard tons of such stories from my humans lately.

“That’s purely trivial. Anyway. I decided to share some worldwide love.”

“No need.”

“I’m going to get rid of all your emotional worries...”

“Please don’t.”

“...and many political hindrances disappear the same time...”

“No, really, we can–“

“...and I’m going to end the old rivalries for good.”

“Are you listening?”

“So what do you think? Great idea, huh?” Eros laughed. “Praise me as much as you like.”

“You’re not listening”, Greece mumbled and sighed. “I think you shouldn’t do that.”

“What?! Why?”

“Because it’s a bad idea.”

“It is not! It’s genius! Anyway, I have my beloved bow here ready to make all the worries of our beloved Greece fade to nothing. Don’t worry, son”, Eros ruffled Greece’s hair again. “I won’t hit you. I have practised some extra this week, so I’ll be at my best when your little meeting begins...”

So that explains all the cats last week...

“...So wish me love– I mean luck, won’t you kid? Bye now ♥~”

“What, wait a second–"

Greece noticed he was alone in the room now. “Oh dear...”

Main conference room

09.33 a.m.

“Greece, don’t you know anything about this?”

“Ummm...” Greece contemplated his answer for a while. “No.”

On the table in front of France, England and Belarus were at the climax of their battle.

“Stay away from him, you snail!” Belarus screamed and pulled England’s hair so hard the man shrieked. “No one comes between me and my love! You hear me! No one! Includes you!”

England grapped the woman’s hand and made her let go of him. He straightened and yelled back. “Silence! You know nothing, you ignorant blockhead!”

“I thought he only called me that”, America noted quietly to no one in particular.

“No one is worthy of him if not me after all I’ve done”, England continued. “So you keep you filthy fingers away from my man, woman!”

“Shoot you, sucker”, Belarus hissed and stepped on the arm of France’s chair and crouched down to hug him. “He’s mine...”

England clenched his teeth furiously. “Get away from him right now, Belarus. I’m not going to ask again.”

Belarus tightened her grip of France who was trying hard not to look amused. “I’m not going to hand him over to someone like you, you stinking Brit. Go and eat your scones alone somewhere where no one finds you ever again”, she purred and pulled the Frenchman against her chest. “I’m going to make food for my love myself.”

France frowned to this but then England started glowing so he didn’t have time to comment.

Poison green fire had started dancing around England the moment Belarus declined to let go of France. “I warned you, twat”, he growled and his eyes were burning with anger. “From now on, regret your doings in the afterlife...”

France noticed it was time to do something. “Now now, dears, do not fight over me”, he smiled, enjoying all the undivided attention he had from England and Belarus as he spoke. But now it was time to come up with something that would stop the fighting. France said what was first in his mind. “I have enough l’amour for both of you.”

“Like I’m going to share you with someone like that!” both fighters shouted, pointing at each other.

Okay, that had been a bad idea.

“England”, America came beside them and tried to do something about the tension in the air. “Relax, what’s wrong with you? I know you have your issues that come up when you’re drunk but you’re not drunk now so... um... it’s just weird and−”

“Shut your mouth you hamburger brain and stop interfering”, England growled, wrinkling America’s shirt in his hand and effectively shutting him up. “Go to some dark corner where I can’t see you.”

Russia growled low in his throat at this and America stuttered indignantly, but England simply let got of him and turned his attention back to France who was still in the tight hold of Belarus. France seemed to be enjoying the situation whole-heartedly even though he had no idea what was going on.

Greece had an idea. He stared frowning to the window opposite him on the other side of the large room where the ancient Greek god was smiling smugly and giving him a thumbs-up.

Greece closed his eyes and shook his head. You’ve got to be kidding me...

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TBC.

omg my otp ;o; England fighting with Belarus over France, haha, awesome!

Awaiting more~

Main conference room

10.08 a.m.

“So uhm–“ Germany coughed as England and Belarus had disappeared through the window. ”Let’s drop their matter for now. We um... really have some things to talk about today.”

“But France”, asked Italy, still staring to the window the two nations had jumped out of a while ago. “What are you going to do if they found that... um... what was it?”

“The red dove of love”, France smiled. “Don’t worry, if it’s one I can handle whichever comes, if it’s two I’ll run or send them on another errand. But I certainly hope only one comes”, he purred, the infamous lover smile spreading on his face.

“Then why did you sent them to find something impossible to find?” Switzerland asked bluntly.

Belgium chuckled. “You want England to pull a red dove out of his sleeve and come back, right?”

“France”, Austria rebuked when France’s smile started to widen. “Stop taking advantage on people when we don’t know what is wrong with them. This could be serious.”

“Austria, Austria”, Prussia laughed. “You can’t change that part of France after so many centuries.”

France smiled and struck a pose for Austria who just sighed and said nothing.

“But what could that have been about”, wondered Japan and petted one of the three of Greece’s cats that were climbing on him. “Is it really okay to leave them without a guardian?”

“Oh, they’re going to be just fine”, France assured. “And I told them to play nice.”

“Well after what I saw, I’m ready to believe they obey you”, Germany sighed and tried to get the conversation back on the scheduled topics. “Let’s begin now, we are more than half an hour behind the schedule. What we have here is...”

Greece stopped listening to Germany when he saw Eros in the window again. The god was aiming with his bow, but where? Greece couldn’t find out from the angle he was in. He shut his eyes and listened as the god released the arrow. There was no sound of impact but Greece knew there was no way it hadn’t hit someone. He opened his eyes and waited for someone to fall in love.

No one else had noticed that something was terribly wrong again.

“–so I think we should use Spain to distract people’s attention so Hong Kong can escape with the money”, Germany ended his speech.

People started nodding and mumbled something for and against. Spain looked psyched up and ready to go although the plan was meant for Easter.

“Umm...” Denmark said from his chair and people turned to him.

“You don’t like the plan?” Germany asked.

“Umm, no it’s not that”, the Nordic answered. “Sve?”

Sweden looked at him silently.

“What are you doing?” Denmark asked, looking unsure what to think.

Sweden looked at him for a while before answering. “Holdin’ yar ‘and.”

“Yes I can see that – I can feel that – but what I want know is, why you are doing that?”

Sweden blushed. He was again making fine sentences in his head but failing to say them aloud.

The remaining three Nordics were as speechless he was. Norway was just frowning, but Finland looked like someone had just told him he was going to be one with Latvia and Iceland’s expression could be explained best by thinking about a hunting owl. Sweden held Denmark’s hand gently and remained silent.

Denmark coughed and asked again after a moment of silence. “Not that it disturbs me really, but... why are you holding my hand?”

The instant he asked Sweden won his inner struggle with embarrassment. He rose a little from his chair, leaned forward and kissed Denmark straight on the lips. Suddenly over thirty jaws were hanging open and the same amount of nations were staring at the intensive French kiss the two Nordics were sharing. Sweden had crossed their fingers and closed his eyes. Denmark’s eyes, on the contrary, were wide open.

Hungary seemed to be in heaven.

Greece closed his eyes. Oh~ god... then he remembered who he had to thank for this so he corrected himself. Oh~ cat...

Sweden retreated from the kiss, but stayed near Denmark’s face holding the other’s cheek under his palm. Then he answered the question. “B’caus’ I lov’ ya.”

”Whoah”, Denmark said and stared to his northern neighbour. “...Whoah...”

Norway stared at them for a while and then turned back to stare at the table in front of him. “Whatever was bothering England and Belarus, it’s infectious.”

“Well”, Denmark commented as Sweden climbed on his lap and hugged him. “I ain’t complaining.”

Estonia looked at Finland. “Shouldn’t you be jealous?”

Finland turned away from his video camera to look at his friend. “Why?”

“Finland, stop recording private moments”, Iceland ordered, staring pointedly to the window.

“You call that private?” Norway asked dryly and looked at Sweden sitting in Denmark’s lap and kissing his forehead and temples softly. Then he glared. “But you really don’t have to record it.”

Japan quickly hid his device, but Hungary and Finland didn’t show any sign of switching off their cameras.

Germany coughed. “Yeah, but we should continue now, so would you Denmark...”

“Okay, okay. Sve, look I love you too, but let go for a moment, won’t you”, Denmark tried to push Sweden away, but was instantly cluthed against the other’s chest.

“Don’ leave me”, Sweden mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Huh?” Denmark said and Prussia started laughing.

Over his laughter Greece heard another sound of a string and this time he managed to see where it hit. He immediately saw a change in that person’s eyes as they locked over the table.

“Really, Sve, you can let go”, Denmark tried. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Sweden only tightened his grip.

“Fin, help me!” Denmark pleaded and reached for the nation.

Finland tilted his head. “Why me?”

“You’re his wife?”

“Not you too!”

“No really please do something, he’s humming Roxette in my ear and it’s scary, come on and help me, won’t you!”

Suddenly a loud gasp silenced the table, including Denmark’s panicked speech. Every one (except Sweden) turned to look at the Mediterranean part of the table.

“Um... Brother?” asked Italy, received no reaction.

Romano was standing on the table, eyes locked to one address. He walked over the table and kneeled in front of his chosen one.

“You know what?” he asked blushing and took the hand of the other one. “You’re fucking great. Marry me.”

Main conference room

11.11 a.m.

“So. It seems we have some problems here,” Greece began, trying to avoid everyone’s eyes without anyone noticing it. “So I think we should... uh...” he stopped to think for a while. Germany had just asked him as the host to take the lead, so he had yet to come up with something to say. If I stop the meeting, Eros is likely to complain, no doubt. But if we continue, more and more of us will start to act strange. And at this rate we won’t get anything done anyway, so it would be suspicious to act like nothing is wrong... But I can’t tell them what’s going on, they would blame me for it and that’d just be a pain. I don’t think Eros would listen to me if I told him he’s just causing me trouble... Though there is really no harm done and the effects will disappear, I’m worried about–

“Greece, snap out of it, you’re daydreaming again,” a voice interrupted his thoughts. “Look, I know you’re bad at concentrating, but try not to fall asleep in the middle of a speech, ‘kay?”

Greece’s calm thoughts were washed away as he turned to look at his neighbour. “I’m not sleeping, Turkey! Here you come jumping to false conclusions again! Did you just have to attend this time too?!”

Turkey tossed his head, ready for a good old argument. “Of course I came, for God’s sake! You even bothered to invite me remember? And I would have come even if you didn’t, you know, I have always attended the preV-conference!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Greece shouted back. “And I tell you, I only invited you after long and hard thinking and I’m already regretting it!”

“Well I’m here nonetheless”, Turkey looked proudly away from Greece and raised his hands showing his victory in this matter. “And I’m going to–“

Turkey paused and Greece’s jaw dropped as a pink arrow hit and merged into his neighbour. Gawking, he turned slowly to look at his left where Eros was whistling innocently and checking his fingernails. Then he turned back to Turkey to find out just who was the victim of love this time. And why did have to be Turkey!

The other nations didn’t understand what had stopped the two from shouting and what had made Greece to look so nervous. Egypt tilted his head at this unexpected silence. He had just been ready to come between the two once again.

But instead of turning his attention back at Greece, like he usually would have done, Turkey walked past his rival and in deep uneasy silence proceeded around the table and to one certain nation, kneeling down beside him.

“Why haven’t I noticed you before?” Turkey said quietly and reached his hands towards his ‘victim’, but didn’t touch, just ghosted his fingers above the skin and clothes. “Why have you, all these years, hidden yourself from me?”

Egypt opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. Germany buried his face in his hands in defeat, mumbling something like “Oh god, not him too...”

“Why have you been so faraway until now?” Turkey continued, voice sounding so small it alone made things feel akward. “Beyond my reach”, he whispered and, holding Canada’s head between his hands he softly kissed him, barely touching his lips. “My beautiful Canadian.”

“Why me?” Canada said quietly and glanced around, nervous since he wasn’t accustomed to this much attention.

Well. Not in this way at least.

“Hey you!” America stood up and Turkey and Canada both turned to look at him. “Let go of my brother.”

Turkey stood too, turning around. With one hand he secured Canada behind him, keeping him close to himself like he was protecting him.

“I won’t let go, America. Not just like that,” Turkey said to the older brother, merrily snapping back to his usual self. “Give me a one good reason to do that.”

“Because I say so!” America answered and raised his finger to point at the Mediterranean country.

“I said a ‘good reason’...”

“France took England away from me, so like hell I’m going to let you have Canada!”

“So that’s what’s been rubbing you,” France smiled. “I see, that explains why you’ve been so silent for a while.”

America blushed, but forced himself to look authoritative. “Mark my words, Turk! I’m not going to let you have my brother!”

Turkey smiled. “If it’s a duel you want kid, just come and get it.”

Greece turned pale. This could be bad.

Canada noticed ‘this’ too. “No no no no please don’t honestly stop it–”

Turkey turned around and gently touched Canada’s hair, kissing his forehead. “Don’t worry, love. I won’t lose you. I’ll fight with all my might.”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about!” Canada tried, but Turkey silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips.

“I’ll come back in one piece”, Turkey assured and straightened and turned his back to Canada. He was staring straight down the barrel of America’s gun. He smiled. “You just wait there until I return.”


Some unfortunate petshop

11.02 a.m.

“Just give me that bird, okay!”Belarus shouted to the poor shop owner who hurried to give her what she wanted.

Belarus took the small cage with its innocent inhabitant and pulled one of her knives out, glaring murderously at the whiteness of the dove’s plumage.

“Here, birdy birdy birdy birdy...”

The shop owner stared at her. He would have called the authorities if he’d had enough courage to move.

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Next time: Seychelles is enjoying herself, Canada feigns innocence and France admits England can be awesome.
TBC.

Beta & poster anon still here making all these little texts, and upon re-reading the previous parts I have just realised just how much I fail as a beta. Must apologize. All mistakes are mine. Tried to pay a tad more attention in this part.

Author anon had this to say: SORRY SORRY OP PLEASE DON’T DIEAAAAARGH

Now she will kill me for posting that.
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Main conference room

11.23 a.m.

“FRANCE!!!!” England shouted as he barged into the conference room, swinging the double doors right open. He thought he heard some sound a door shouldn’t usually make but dismissed it. “Look! I have it! The red dove! There’s no way Belarus could have found one so I’m the winner, right!? ...France?”

England stopped and frowned. Half of the nations were standing and staring at him, not trying to hide their bewilderment. What was with them? England shrugged and continued his way to France who was standing too and staring at him jaw open, eyes wide.

“What’s with you?” England’s foot connected with something on the floor and he looked down. It was a gun. “Whuh? Did you guys have fun or what?”

He perched the dove on his shoulder where it cooed contentedly, and leaned down to grab the gun. As it appeared to be an ordinary handgun by all accounts England just shrugged, put it under his jacket and made the last steps to France. “Is something wrong, dear? Look, I brought you a dove.”

France stared at him for a while. Slowly he began to smile and soon he was holding back laughter. England didn’t get what was wrong. He heard some other nations having the same problems France did. Cuba was leaning his forehead on the table and already had trouble breathing without making a snicker. Prussia was much the same but Austria was holding his mouth shut, though his own lips were twisting upwards too. Korea was already laughing and was doing so under the table, so it came out even more disturbing. Many nations were shaking with the effort of not laughing out loud.

England frowned. “Really, what’s with you creeps? Can’t I even prove my love without you guys laughing?”

“No,” smiled France and patted England’s head. “They’re laughing because you were awesome just now.”

China slammed his fist to the table like he was mad, but he was laughing. “What is this? A cartoon?!”

“Oww~ That. fucking. hurt...”

England whirled around to see where the last comment had come from. Was that Turkey?

“England!” America struggled to his feet holding his bleeding forehead with his left hand and leaning on the door that had just hit him in the face with his right. “You don’t treat the World Police this way!”

“Oh~ I think I broke my nose...” Turkey commented from the other side of the doorway and stumbled to his knees, a hand on his face and a trickle of blood proceeding down his chin. A few pieces of his mask fell between his fingers and down to the floor. Some were stuck to the wooden door beside him, a little below eye level.

England stared at them and then turned to France. “Did I do that?”

“Yes, love.” France was still chuckling. “You had perfect timing I must say. They were just reaching the final stage of their ah-so-epic battle when you barged in. By the way, that gun you picked up belongs to America. It ended up on the floor after Turkey kicked it out of his hand. Do you want to give it back to Mister United States, mon chéri?”

“No,” England said bluntly, already fully concentrated on France only. He held up the dove. “Here. Your bird. Can I have you now?”

France laughed again. “Aren’t you straightforward. Not that I complain,” France purred and pulled England close to himself. England blushed, which made France purr even louder. “So impatient aren’t we, chéri?”

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Alerted by the shriek, France let go of England just in time before Belarus could make use of her knives. “Here!” the woman handed a small cage with an undeniably red dove to France, glaring furiously at England who had started to emit something green again.

France stared at the red bird in disbelief. “How...” He looked faintly sick for a moment when he realised. “Belarus... did you paint it with your blood?”

“No, used the blood of that pet shop owner,” Belarus answered and Greece promptly had a heart attack. Belarus gave him a glance and continued. “Of course I used my own blood, silly. I’m a guest here, I wouldn’t do something like that.”

Ukraine sighed in relief and Egypt patted Greece in an attempt to calm him down.

But Belarus wasn’t a nice girl after all.

“France,” she said and leaned closer. “Marry me.”

“Hell no!” England shouted. “Get away from him, now!”

“Ah~” answered France, scratching his head. “What a problem we have here... I really didn’t expect you both to... find a red dove... really...”

“To think that they both managed to bring back something that doesn’t exist,” Lithuania noted.

“Totally,” Poland said and sipped his tea.

“Can you feel the LovePower coming your way,” Belgium hummed, trying to remember more lyrics to her old Eurovision song.

“Belgium!”

The blonde European quieted down, looking offended. Then she looked around the table. “Where did Canada go?”

“There,” Kumajirou who was occupying Canada’s chair helpfully pointed towards the door, then asked, “Who?”

“Don’t point first and still ask...”

Canada was standing by the door, trying to decide whether he should go help America or Turkey.

Turkey collected the remains of his mask from the floor, still holding his nose. “We call it a draw for now?”

“Definitely,” America answered, holding his head. “Until my head stops pounding...”

“So,” Turkey turned to Canada. “It’s up to you.”

“Eh?” Canada looked between the two.

“Just decide, okay?” Turkey leaned on the wall and closed his eyes. “Me or him?”

“...Eh?” Canada asked again. He had no time to formulate an answer before someone had enough of their conversation.

“Whatever! Not interested! France!” Belarus grabbed the nation’s collar and pulled him near. “Marry me~”

“So this is what it feels like to be Russia,” France said quietly, staring into eyes that were more ones of a murderer than of someone in love.

Russia smiled. “You can keep that role, France~”

“Ummm...” France thought about this. “No.”

“What!?” Belarus shouted, but was pulled back by England.

“Leave him alone, woman! He clearly said he doesn’t want you, you goose!”

“You shut up, damned eyebrow-peacock!”

“Right back at you, you fucking violent mother hen!”

“You malnourished magpie!”

“Ruffle-vulture!”

“Ostrich!”

“Roadrunner!”

“Coyote!”

“...That’s not a bird!”

“Not my problem!”

“That’s getting absurd...” Japan noted.

“That’s just lively,” Poland said and poured himself some more tea. “But, where did France go?”

No more daily new chapters for you after this one, because author anon is facing her finals soon. Updates should stay steady however since this pile of crack basically writes itself ^^
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Garden, unknown location

11.58 a.m.

France pressed his knees against his chest and tried to hold his breath as Belarus passed him.
“Fran~ce~” he heard a chirping call that quickly fell to a low chant. “Marry me, my dear France~... Let’s get married~”

Then she passed by and France dared to breathe. Oh dear that was close... And England was somewhere too. That would usually have been intriguing, but right now France didn’t want to see him either.

Somehow England had come to the idea that the best way to get one’s hands on France was to copy Belarus’s methodology.

France wasn’t sure if he liked it that way.


Main conference hall

12.02 p.m.

“Say, Russia.” Ukraine turned around in her chair, looking baffled.

“What is it, sis?” her brother smiled back. “Did you fall for me?”

“No, not that,” Ukraine answered and took a hold of his brother’s sleeve. “But say, what makes Belarus look like a mother hen to England?”

“...Ummm... sis?”

“Yes?”

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about for the last twenty minutes?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Shouldn’t you be more worried about Bela herself?”

“Oh that’s right! I’m sorry, little Russia!” Ukraine ran away.

“What? Wait, where are you going now, sis? Sis!?” Russia watched as Ukraine disappeared out the door. On her way out she passed Turkey who was cuddling his knees in the corner, depressed because Canada had just panicked and ran away from him.

“That’s what I’d totally call a sudden exit,” Poland said. He had finished his tea and moved on to boredly painting his nails. “Overreacting. Totally so. I mean Ukraine. It’s just a bird, duh. I mean a hen. No reason to be worried about Belarus being offended for something like that.”

“I don’t think that’s the most problematic thing here, Poland,” Lithuania noted.

“Yeah, we have a couple of lovesick nations. Just like look at Sweden. Though that doesn’t look so bad actually. Wanna try, Liet?”

“Um, no?” answered his neighbour. He looked at Sweden who was reclining in Denmark’s lap with a blissful and rather uncharacteristic smile on his face and listening to his babbling. Denmark had moved from his chair to the floor so that they would be more comfortable (and since the meeting really wasn’t proceeding). And just like Seychelles, he was making the most of the situation. Lithuania considered for a while and then turned back to Poland.

“Okay, but if you’re the one who doesn’t get to say anything.”

“What?! No way, Liet, that’s so totes asking too much.”


Corridor

12.04 p.m.

Ukraine sighed and sat down on the stairs. Maybe she’d overreacted a bit again. She had just started running, her mind focused on finding Belarus, but now she realised she had no clues where to look. But how could she go back now? Oh~ this was so embarrasing... but Russia had seemed so bothered by it –strange, that, for Belarus− and so she’d just... sigh~

Ukraine watched the two cats playing on a stair below hers.

“Oh, they are so clearly in love,” Ukraine smiled as the cats cuddled together meowing happily. “I wonder if my boss would allow me to keep a cat? I have to ask tomorrow...”

She sat there for a while, watching the cats and dreaming of a cat of her own. A little kitten she could pet and hug and who would play with her. Something like Finland’s dog. Canada’s polar bear was too big, Ukraine wanted a smaller pet. Perhaps Greece could give her one of his kittens?

Suddenly a loud bout of hissing and meowing disturbed her and she turned her attention to the cats again. They were having a fight, scratching and biting furiously. Ukraine rose and the cats, alarmed by her movement, scattered to separate directions. She remained standing at the top of the stairs.

“Wonder what that was about?”

Ukraine made a mental note to ask Greece afterwards.

Main conference hall

12.17 p.m.

China had walked the same circle so many times he was leaving a fine trail on the floor beside the table. “It’s definitely suspicious. This must be solved immediately.”

“Bro~ther, you already said that,” Korea yawned, tired from all the laughing. “Come on, play detective with me, brother, won’t you, you will, right?”

“This isn’t play,” Hong Kong said bluntly, nose in an empty teacup. “Someone is going to die.”

“P-Please don’t joke around,” Japan said. “And what are you doing?”

“Reading tea leaves,” Hong Kong answered without letting his gaze wander. “England taught me. Oh it’s you, Japan. You have a grim.”

“Would you stop!” China asked. “I’m thinking.”

Hong Kong mumbled something into his teacup in return and Taiwan took it away from him.

“You’re cute doing that, but stop anyway,” she said and leaned forwards. “Say, if you’d fall in love with someone here and you had to guess who it would be, who’d you go for?”

“Brother has my heart already ♥!” Korea announced and blew a kiss to China who failed to dodge it.

Hong Kong tilted his head, pondering the matter for a minute, then stole his teacup back from the female islander and stared into it again. Then he looked at Japan.

“They say I would fall for you.”

“Didn’t you just say he dies?” China asked.

Hong Kong nodded. ”Maybe I misunderstood... Maybe it’s not a grim... Maybe it’s a heart.”

“Or maybe you should practise a little more...”

A small snore interrupted the Asians’ conversation and they turned to look at their host who had fallen asleep in his chair.

“Maybe it’s not that bad if Greece is sleeping,” Taiwan suggested. “Maybe he thinks it’s safe if we just calm down.”

Japan shook his head. “Greece would be sleeping even if we had an earthquake.”

“Maybe he knows something’s going to happen and is preparing for it? That’d be fun, hey!”

“Maybe we just all die.”

“Someone take that teacup away from him.”

“I invented teacups!”


Main conference room window

12.20 p.m.

Eros stretched his back and yawned. Some coffee and a nice lightspeed trip back from Greece’s house hadn’t quite been enough to wake him up. Truth be told Eros was a getting a little old for such methods of travel and he’d never been Hermes, but he couldn’t show that to anyone else, oh no. Especially little Grecia. Oh~ that boy was so sweet ♥...

But now then, back to work. Oh, Greece is sleeping? Well, never mind, I’ll suprise him when he wakes up. This far everything had worked perfectly.

Eros took his bow and nocked a new arrow. Checking his list first he started to scan the room for his next target.

Some people were missing? Oh never mind, there was his next target, ready, oblivious and waiting.

Eros drew the bow, aimed, and smiled as he let the arrow fly. Just then his target decided to move. She pulled a frying pan from some unknown location and started to yell at the white haired male beside her, gesturing wildly. Eros’s arrow reflected from the frying pan and bounced up to the ceiling where it hit the chandelier, reflecting back down.

The god followed the arrow’s path with a frown and coughed a little when it finally hit a target. “Whoops?”

--
Up next: China gains an ardent admirer, Korea takes a hostage and France needs a drink.
TBC.

Main conference room

12.22 p.m.

“Maybe England did this?” China suggested, still tracing a circle on the carpet. “You know, he wants to have France and performs some tricks and they don’t succeed and then–”

“Then Norway is just as suspicious,” Korea realised and pointed to the Nordic who sent him such a glare that Korea’s hair curl stopped smiling. “...Or maybe not...”

“I don’t think England has anything to do with this,” Japan commented. “Of course, there’s the possibility he messed something up, but isn’t this quite a lot of ‘messing up’? He has experience after all.”

“Maybe he was drunk,” Hong Kong suggested.

“Well that wouldn’t be new.”

“If we ask Scotland or something?” China suggested and rubbed his chin still walking in circles. “Or Norway can try talking to England’s friends?”

Norway glared again, so China let go of that idea. “Let’s capture everyone who’s missing and bring them back. If we keep them under surveillance–” China stopped talking and walking and looked behind him. “Why are you following me?”

The other one tilted his head and said nothing.

China took two steps forward and the other one followed him the same two steps. China turned away and walked a little further. He stopped and glanced behind himself again. The other one was right behind him.

China started walking faster and the other one followed. He started running and the other one followed.

China started running as fast as he could and ran out of the door to the corridor, disappearing from sight. “Leave me alone!”

The other one flew after him.

Iceland tilted his head. “Puffin, what are you doing?”


Preparation room

12.25 p.m.

Greece scratched his head, grunting in irritation. “Eros...”

“I know, I know! So I messed that one up a bit!” the god defended. “Sorry!”

“Here I was having a nice dream of conquering Turkey and I was woken up to be told that Iceland’s bird is chasing China around my conference building,” Greece summed drowsily. “Don’t you have anything to say to that?”

“Don’t worry!”

“Huh?”

“I’ll make up for this by working extra hard!”

“Eh?” the nation’s jaw dropped.

In the time Greece took to collect his jaw back to its rightful place, the god had disappeared once again.


Conference building, unknown location

12.32 p.m.

France peeked through the crack between the door and the wall. No sight of England or Belarus at the moment.

“Good,” he sighed. He hadn’t done this much hiding for ages. It was tiring. “Some good wine would be nice right now,” France mumbled and carefully slipped to the corridor. The second he closed the door behind himself China appeared behind the corner, slipping on the floor as he made a quick turn. France was surprised by his sudden appearance but even more surprised by the speed China passed him running like mad.

“Hey France,” China gasped as he passed and then he was gone.

France stood still for a moment, not comprehending the situation. Then Puffin flew past him after China and after a moment of silence France could hear voices that proved the bird had caught the nation.

“I’ve seen it all,” he said and turned back to the direction China had come from. “Now I need that drink.”

“FRAAAANCE!!”

“Shit!”

Main conference room

12.32 p.m.

“I’ve had enough of this,” Norway said and rose from his chair. “Greece, I’m leaving. I’m not going to stay and be infected with love.”

Finland looked at him. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the hotel for now.” Norway waved to Denmark who was playing with Sweden’s glasses. “See you later.” He turned to Iceland. “Are you coming along?”

Iceland shook his head. “I’ll wait for China to bring Puffin back.”

“I see,” Norway turned and started walking to the door. After walking some five meters he stopped, feeling uneasy.

Something was missing.

He checked his pockets. He had his phone and keys... and Finland’s name day card. That must be the thing he forgot. He should give it today since they wouldn’t be seeing each other tomorrow. Now he should just turn and give it so everything would be fine.

No.

That wasn’t it. Something else was off.

Norway touched his hair. Where was Svalbard?

He turned around and immediately realised where his wayward tuft of hair was floating this time.

“Korea,” he said dangerously.

The addressed nation smiled. “What?”

“Give him back.”

Korea grinned and didn’t make a move to obey. He squatted on the edge of the conference table, Svalbard held firmly between the fingers of his left hand.

“If you don’t give him back, I’m going to resort to violence and you know quite well I can do so without any regret.”

Korea laughed a little. “You can’t attack me. I have a hostage.”

Norway gave a small smile before returning to his dangerous stare. “You’re underestimating him. Svalbard! Come here!”

The floating hair curl obediently started moving towards him but Korea prevented it by pulling the hair even closer to himself. Then he petted it. “Here, good boy, stay.”

Svalbard started purring against Korea’s cheek. Norway stared at it for moment in utter disbelief and then glared murderously. “Traitor...”

Korea smiled even wider. “Come and get him. But it seems he wants to stay,” he chuckled. “Come here would you?”

Norway stayed put. He thought through his options. He couldn’t go too far from Svalbard and he didn’t even want to leave him in the hands of Korea. But he didn’t wan’t go to the Asian either. Luckily Iceland and Denmark stood up for him... Finland didn’t. He was busy recording again.

“Give him back, Korea,” Iceland said, sounding calm. “That’s not nice.”

“But he’ll come to me this way, right?” Korea noted and hugged Svalbard.

“Stop it, you’re spoiling him!” Norway argued and took a step toward the Asian.

“Come on, Korea, stop stealing my old tactics!”

“Denmark!”

“Stop it,” Japan joined in too. “You’re causing Norway trouble.”

Russia smiled. “You can’t take something that belongs to others. Right?”

“Yeeeeeeerggg~”

“Latvia!”

“Russia!”

”Ve~?”

“ENOUGH!” Germany raged. ”Korea! Give that back, now!”

“Don’t wanna,” Korea answered and took a better hold of his newfound treasure.

“Enough!” Norway shouted too, snatched his hair back from Korea and placed it beside his head. “Svalbard, mark my words, we will talk about this afterwards.”

But Korea was in heaven. “You really came to me!” he rejoiced, jumped from the table and latched onto Norway with both arms and legs. “My reluctant sweetheart!”

“Your what?!” Norway asked, trying to dislodge the Asian. He didn’t succeed and they both toppled to the floor.

“My little little little little Norwegian,” Korea purred against Norway’s cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re angry~”

“Let me go!”

“Don’t wanna,” Korea purred again and bit Norway’s ear playfully.

Norway was blushing. One half was out of anger, the other half was because of the fact Korea was lying on top of him and biting. his. ear!

“Stop it!” he snapped. “I’m an independent country and I have my rights and my dignity! You can’t–”

“I invented Norway!” Korea shot back.

Norway fell silent in mid-sentence and stared at the nation on top of him mouth agape and stuttering for words.

“That’s quite an argument,” Hong Kong said from his chair and sipped tea, now from a new cup.

“Stop being impressed!”

Apologies for the lateness, entirely beta anon’s fault. Also, WTF have I been doing, mixing 12-hour and 24-hour clocks? *facepalm* Kiddos, never use an unfamiliar timestamp system.
--

Main conference room

1:24 p.m.

China slammed the door open and proceeded to his seat at the table. He sat down, panting heavily after an hour of running up and down the stairs and corridors, and stared blankly at the table. He had lost the game. Puffin was sitting on his head, purring and nipping his already messy hair lovingly.

“Welcome back,” Hong Kong announced.

Japan snapped a photo and then handed China a glass of water. “You certainly look tired. Why didn’t you give up earlier?

“Look at Puffin, he doesn’t look tired at all,” Taiwan chuckled. “He’s so cute.”

“She dammit!” Iceland corrected.

China didn’t answer Japan’s question by words but grunted and hit his head to the table. Puffin balanced with the help of her wings and managed to remain seated on China’s head.

Korea appeared from somewhere, dragging Norway along in a tight hug. Norway still refused to believe the situation. He had tried summoning some trolls to help him but for some reason that didn’t work and he was now completely at the Asian’s mercy.

“Look brother! Look what I have! Isn’t he cute?! Cute isn’t he?! He’s so lovable!” Korea rubbed their cheeks together. “My little Norwegian.... and look brother!” Korea grabbed Norway’s chest with both hands.

Norway gave a high-pitched yelp, shivered heavily and struggled to get away.

Korea didn’t let him. “Look at him, brother! He’s ticklish! It’s adorable! Isn’t it brother!”

Without waiting for an answer Korea turned Norway around and gave him a loving hug, wiggling with joy. China didn’t look, Puffin did.

“Let. me. go,” Norway said slowly against Korea’s shoulder.

“Don’t want to!” Korea answered happily and hugged the Nordic tighter.

Norway tried to free himself once more by pushing the Asian’s chest. “This is irritating!”

“Irritating?!” repeated Lithuania. “That’s just confusing. This is irritating!”

He pointed at Egypt, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him on the table and staring at him intensively. He had already sat there for almost half an hour and said nothing as usual. At some points he had refilled Lithuania’s coffee or done other similar favours, but hadn’t touched him even once.

“Honestly, I would gladly have someone hugging me before having someone just staring at me...” Lithuania sighed and raised his hands to his eyes. “This is getting ridiculous, guys.”

“Calm down,” Poland said. “At least he isn’t groping you or anything. As long he doesn’t touch you I like−”

Egypt leaned forward and gently took Lithuania’s chin in his hand. Lithuania took his hands off his eyes in surprise. Poland’s jaw dropped. Egypt pressed a gentle kiss to the Baltic’s forehead. Then he leaned back a little and looked questioningly in Lithuania’s eyes, still holding his chin. “You wan’t me to touch you?”

Lithuania tried to avoid blushing but failed when Egypt was just staring at him calmly like he had asked something completely normal, when the fact he had talked at all was abnormal in itself.

Greece smiled a little. Egypt was kinda cute. But he had to talk to Eros about this.

Poland didn’t believe his eyes. “Let go! Liet is like, totally mine! Almost. Anyway, get away from him!”

Egypt answered by staring Poland deep in the eyes and pointedly not letting go of Lithuania. Poland had expected some reaction so he fell silent for a moment when the other didn’t say anything. He had obviously forgotten who was he dealing with.

“Aren’t you gonna like... say something back?” Poland asked warily.

Egypt raised his hand and pointed at him with a butter knife.

This turn of events earned a shocked “Eh?!” from everyone in the room (except Sweden who didn’t care, China who didn’t pay any attention to his surroundings, Russia who just smiled, Greece who had raised a hand to his eyes and Turkey who was still sulking in the corner.)

“Whoa wait!” Lithuania grabbed Egypt’s wrist with one hand and used the other to turn Egypt’s eyes back to him. “No violence! Start acting like Belarus and England and I will never let you–”

Egypt blinked. Lithuania gasped a little when he moved to caress Lithuania’s hand on his cheek, closing his eyes with a contented sigh.

“Stop it!” Poland tried again and reached for their hands.

Lithuania stopped him. “You both stop it!” he ordered. “Estonia, would you hold Poland? Egypt, release my hand.”

Greece stood up. He had seen enough. At the centre of the table the problematic situation went on but Greece had decided it was high time to talk Eros out of this. He glared at the god on the window sill who was laughing his head off and tried to get his attention so they could have a little talk.

Right at that moment England stormed in through the double doors he had already once used to break Turkey’s nose and got all of their attention in a split second.

“SEYCHELLES!”


Corridor, unknown location

1:14 p.m.

“France, this is a bad idea!” Ukraine yelped and jumped out of the closet. “We can’t!”

France grabbed her wrist. “Oh, come on, I knew you were going to say that. I know it might not be an approriate moment, but show me some pity, Ukraine. I have two monstrous−”

“Sister?”

France turned pale.

Ukraine whirled around. “Oh hi Bela! I’ve been looking for you. Russia−”

“What’s this about?”

“This? It’s, um...”

“What were you doing in that closet?”

France panicked. “No, you’re misunderstanding! It’s nothing like that! We−”

“Sis, why do you have bare legs?”

“Uh!” Ukraine blushed heavily. “I just−”

Belarus didn’t listen, but glared. “France~”

Ukraine raised her hands to calm her sister down. “Now, now, he is just guiding me around that’s all. We uh–“

“Sister.”

“Yes?”

Belarus checked the sharpness her knives. “What are you doing with my spouse?”

France shivered and tried to disappear back into the shadows. “I told you to stay in the closet...”


Main conference room

1:31 p.m.

Turkey heard someone come in, barging through the double doors. Then there was shouting. People talking. More shouting. Screaming. General hassle. More talking.

Not that he cared that much what it was about.

His nose was still aching and moreover...

“Canadaa-aa,” he whined and cuddled more tightly, hugging his knees.

...he was lonely.


Corridor, unknown location

1:33 p.m.

France huffed heavily and leaned on the wall. Oh dear, that had been a close call. He made a mental note to thank Ukraine after all this (or at least bring some flowers to her grave).

France’s knees gave in and he slid down to the floor. Leaning his head on the wall behind him France gave a deep sigh. “I can’t do this anymore... Maybe if I just fly back home,” he smiled a little. “They’d just come after me.” He closed his eyes. It’s been a while since England overpowered me like this...

“Hey, France.”

France’s heart lost its rhythm for a second and he let out a little frightened yelp as he stumbled to his knees, ready to run away again. Another one of his persistent lovers was standing at the turn of the corridor, just a few metres away from him.

England tilted his head. “It’s rare for you to be that afraid of me.”

“Is it that strange when you have reawakened your inner pirate and are testing it on me?!”

“Calm down, dear.” England sounded a little worried. “I’m not gonna harm you, I’m not Belarus after all. I love you, chéri and I just want to play with you. I have a deal to offer. What do you say?

France frowned. “What kind of deal?”

“Be mine,” England said simply.

“Or?”

England took America’s gun from under his jacket and reach his hand behind the corner to pull his secret weapon out. “Or face the consequences.”

Corridor, unknown location

1:35 p.m.

France stared, stuttering to say something clever. The best he could manage was:

“Y... you uh– you can’t be serious...”

“Oh, I am,” England smiled and took a better hold of Seychelles, who was sobbing. “And don’t worry about Belarus, by the way, I’ll handle her for you.”

“That’s not...” France tried to get over his astonishment.

“Well, what’s your answer?” England asked, keeping the gun barrel steady under Seychelles’ chin. “I don’t think it’s a bad deal for you.”

France sighed. “You know my answer, England. And if you do take care of Belarus...”

“Of course I will, do you think I wouldn’t keep my promise to you?” England looked a bit sour. “All you have to do is stop running away from me and let me have you.”

France smiled. “That sounds great. Would you let Seychelles go?”

“Not yet.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t have to worry. Just hide somewhere for a while and wait until I come to get you. The garden sounds good,” England loosened his grip a little so the girl could walk better with him. The gun remained under her chin. England came near France and kissed him on the lips. He lingered a while, then retreated and turned around. “Now that we have reached an agreement, please, my love, give me a second.”

France stared after them as England took his hostage around the corner again. Then he decided he was not in a position to disobey so he quietly proceeded towards the garden, hoping he wouldn’t run into Belarus, and that England wasn’t actually tricking him.

“I need that wine,” he sighed and proceeded down the stairs.


Staircase, unknown location

1:42 p.m.

“Was that good?” Seychelles asked, looking excited.

“Perfect. You’re a good actor,” England smiled and sat down on the stairs, putting the gun away. The girl sat beside him and he continued. “As I promised, I’ll return the favour. What do you want?”

Seychelles smiled ‘innocently’. “Hmm~ let’s see...”


Main conference room

1:42 p.m.

Greece bit his lip and tried to tell Eros to stop, but he noticed it was hard to do without anyone noticing. Eros had finally stopped laughing and was tuning his bow again for the next attack. Greece tried his best to get the god’s attention, but failed miserably.

The host sighed and gave up. There was no point stopping this at this point anyway, so why bother and expose the truth to everyone. But what bugged him was that Eros was looking irritated. He rapped the string of his bow and tapped the floor with his foot. Well, not that it could be heard by anyone.

Greece’s thoughts were interrupted by Iceland who excused himself to the bathroom. Japan was apparently already there and Korea had just escaped with Norway, so fewer and fewer people remained in the conference room. He didn’t count Turkey in the corner (Why? Just because). And by the way, where was Latvia?

Suddenly he heard Eros release an arrow again and this time he saw it hit.

Oh~ that would be the first girl... oh right, should I count Puffin as a girl? And oh yeah, Belarus was the very first one... Greece was too tired to get mad at Eros anymore. Maybe I should just take a nap.

In the middle of the table Puffin was trying to cheer China up.

“Kurr?” she purred and poked China, who was still lying face down on the table.

China raised his head slowly and gave the bird a tired glance. Puffin tilted her head and offered China the cookie she was holding carefully in her colourful beak. China stared at the bird, who was leaning down to be on the same level with him. Puffin leaned closer, tilting her head, and China sighed and took the cookie from her.

“Why thank you,” he said and went back to his routine of leaning his forehead on the table, now keeping the cookie on his open palm. Puffin purred affectionately and rubbed her beak in China’s hair. Then she walked back to the Nordics’ part of the table (where currently only Finland was sitting in his chair) and to the plate of cookies. The bird took another cookie, careful not to crack it, then trekked over to China again.

Finland chuckled. “Isn’t that sweet?” he asked Liechtenstein who was currently sitting nearest to him.

The girl blushed. “Yes. Definitely. And very caring.”

Finland watched as Iceland’s bird put down a second cookie on the Asian’s hand. “I still don’t get what is wrong with everyone, but I can’t deny it’s fun. And we could even learn something from this. Like−”

“Like never letting Greece hold this conference again,” Switzerland said, sulking. “Liechtenstein, are you ready to go already?” His expression turned worried. “Are you okay? Your face is all red.”

Everyone who didn’t have anything better to do turned to them. Switzerland raised his hand to Liechtenstein’s forehead.

“What is wrong?” Austria asked, he too concerned about their tiny neighbour. “Has she fallen ill?”

“No,” Switzerland answered with a baffled look. “Liechten?”

“What?” Liechtenstein stopped daydreaming. “Oh, nothing at all, brother, nothing is wrong, I’m just okay. I was just... thinking.”

Hungary chuckled. “Liechtenstein. Could it be it was you who fell for someone this time?”

Liechtenstein blushed heavily and started wrinkling her dress. “No, I– it’s not that, I... just...”

“Really?” Hungary teased and came closer. “Tell us. Who is it? Hm?”

“No, I−”

“Hungary, leave her alone,” Switzerland ordered. “There is no way she would have fallen for one of you idiots. Right, Liechtenstein?”

“Remember that it can be you too, Switzerland,” Finland noted, smiling.

“No!” Liechtenstein objected, catching everyone by surprise. She noticed how direct her objection had been and blushed even heavier. “It’s not that important... I just... please don’t mind me.”

Switzerland had turned pale. “Did you...” he grabbed Liechtenstein’s shoulders. “We’re leaving.”

“No!” Liechtenstein rejected him again and Switzerland backed down with a terrified look on his face. The young girl continued. “Please, brother, let me stay... I... I won’t get in trouble, I just want to−” she paused to blush heavily and tried to hide her face in her lap. “No, it’s nothing, it’s nothing.”

Switzerland was shaking. He turned to look at Greece who was grunting and scratching his head. “What have you done to my sister?” Switzerland asked with a low voice.

“I haven’t done anything,” Greece answered truthfully. “I’m as clueless as you are.”

Well, that was a lie.

“This is Greece!” Switzerland reminded. “How come you don’t know what is going on?!”

Good point, Greece thought. “I just don’t. Maybe it’s some kind of new virus.”

Canada looked worriedly to Turkey who hadn’t moved from the corner for a long time.

“Please don’t blame Greece, brother,” Liechtenstein said trying to force her blush down. “I... like this feeling...”

Hungary came to her side. “Tell me who it is,” she tried to persuade. “Just between us girls, right?”

“Umm~” Liechtenstein answered and looked nervously around her. Everyone was looking at her.

“Calm down,” Finland said and mimicked Puffin, offering Liechtenstein a cookie. “It’s not that dangerous, take a deep breath and let it out, it’ll help.”

Liechtenstein exploded red and inhaled quickly.

“Eh?“ Finland said and Hungary started smiling.

Switzerland stepped on the table with one foot and grabbed Finland’s collar, raising the surprised nation to his eye level. The cookie fell from Finland’s hand.

“You~...” Switzerland growled.

“Aa~,” Finland tried to smile a little. “No hard feelings?”

We can still post continuations of old fills here instead of going to past-parts, right?
--

Main conference room

2:01 p.m.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Switzerland growled, only half an inch away from Finland’s face.

“Uh, no I–” Finland tried uneasily and raised his hands to show he was unarmed.

“She is twelve, do I need to elaborate?!”

“Who do you think I am?! Netherlands?!” Finland objected loudly.

“Oi,” Netherlands protested.

Switzerland ignored them both. “So even one wrong move, mister...”

Finland tried smiling again. “I won’t–”

“If I see you do something to her...” Switzerland held his gun out and his expression showed he would not hesitate to use it.

“Ahaha...”

“No, brother! Don’t, please!” Liechtenstein jumped against Finland, making Switzerland let go. She hugged Finland’s chest and remained firmly between the two men. “Don’t hurt him! I beg you! Please, brother!”

“Uh...” Switzerland let his gun fall. “No... I... I won’t...”

Liechtenstein smiled to him. “Thank you, brother. So much.” She turned to look at Finland. They were sitting in the middle of the table, Liechtenstein blushing heavily, Finland looking utterly confused by the situation.

Hungary chuckled to the silence. Austria smiled.

In the enduring silence, Puffin proceeded to the cookie Finland had dropped and took it to China, who now had three cookies on his palm. Puffin didn’t care about the atmosphere and just purred to China’s ear again, nippling it.

It was then that Japan and Iceland returned.

Japan tilted his head. “What might be going on, everyone? Did something happen?”

“World ending,” Switzerland muttered back and sunk in his chair, defeated. He couldn’t do anything if Liechtenstein was protecting Finland.

“Excuse me?” Japan asked.

As Germany, with some (unneeded) help from Spain, started explaining things to the two, Greece noticed something alarming.

Eros looked awfully happy.

Greece opened his mouth in horror as he understood what had been bugging the god for a while.

He has a set order for this? Greece had just thought the god was having fun but it seemed now that he had very definite plans for everything. If everything this far, excluding Puffin, had been planned beforehand... Greece closed his eyes. That meant the god could come up with anything and he couldn’t trust luck. Oh~ cat...


Unknown location

2:06 p.m.

“Where are you taking me!” Norway demanded.

“You’ll see,” Korea answered merrily and took a better grip of the wriggling nation on his shoulder.

“This is a kidnapping!”

“That’s offending, it’s not! I’m just taking you with me.”

“That’s exactly what’s called a kidnapping!”

“I invented kidnappings!”

”What does that have to do with anything?”

Korea smiled. “It means I’m an expert.”

Norway growled. “I’ll call America! NATO has to mean something−”

“Go ahead,” Korea’s smile widened.

“Oh, give me a break!”


Main conference hall

2:07 p.m.

Eros stretched his bow once again. He waited for the nation to look in the right direction... Great, now!

Then the nation beside his target talked and the victim turned to look another way.

Eros’s jaw fell for a moment and then he slapped a hand to his forehead.

Not again!

*** *** ***

Iceland paused in confusion. “What?”

“Umm...” Japan answered.

“...?”

Japan turned a little red. “I... you see... I was thinking, if you... could... um~ I’m sorry for being so rude.”

Iceland didn’t flinch, just waited for the other to continue. All the others didn’t need long to get what was going on.

“Ve~ Japan fell in love,” Italy chuckled. “He's so~ lucky, I want too~. Germany~”

“Italy...” Germany looked away.

Japan had turned completely red. “No, you see... I saw a sign that there was a bath in the building so um... I was wondering if you could come with me... Yes, that’s... right...”

Iceland remained silent and Japan panicked a little.

“That was rude after all? I’m so sorry,” he turned away, blushing. “Please, forgive me... if you would, it would be very important to me...”

Iceland looked at the others. “What should one usually do in this situation?”

“Just do what you feel like, Ice,” Denmark smiled and grabbed a blushing Sweden even tighter. “I did that.” Sweden clutched his shirt.

“I’m asking because I don’t know what to think,” Iceland answered and looked at Finland for better instructions, but Finland was still sitting on the table, Liechtenstein in his lap, in a complete loss himself. Iceland turned to look at everyone else raising his eyebrow questioningly. “Anyone?”

“Hug,” Kumajirou advised helpfully and showed Iceland how to do it by hugging Canada.

Iceland frowned. “Really?” Then before anyone could say anything (Austria would have made it in time but Hungary stopped him) Iceland stepped forward and gave Japan, who was still turned away from him, a little hug.

Japan gasped and shivered but didn’t try to get away. Somewhere deep in his mind there was a voice telling him to move but his body and love rejected that thought efficiently. The red colour on his face spread and grew deeper.

Iceland looked at Kumajirou. “Like this?”

The bear nodded. “Hug.”

“And after that?”

The bear thought for a while. “Kiss,” he showed the act with his owner again.

“Honestly?” Iceland’s frown grew deep, but he moved his hands to turn Japan around.

“Aa–” Austria managed to say before Hungary shut his mouth again. Prussia did the same to Germany and Hong Kong to Taiwan, who was very suprised by the act.

When Japan’s little moan reached through the hall Canada closed his eyes. “Kumajirou...”

“Who are you?”

“It’s Canada already.”

*** *** ***

Eros was pleased. Well, that didn’t go half bad after all.

“Then what do I do with him,” he wondered aloud, rubbing his jaw. Now he had to re-think his planned pairings...

Oh, well, it’ll be fun.

*** *** ***

“How does Kumajirou know about things like that?” Spain asked Canada.

Prussia smiled. “Well. He is a predator.”

Canada shook his head. “No no no, it’s not like that, it’s not!”


Main conference room

2:16 p.m.

America hit his fist on the table. “We’ll build a barricade! We’ll barricade ourselves in and no infected people are allowed! And with all our courage, guts and cleverness–”

Germany frowned.

“–we’ll fight off every last trace of love that tries to disturb our peace!”

“Aa~” Spain wanted to say something about America’s argument but decided to remain silent.

Russia smiled. “Sounds good.”

Sorry for the late update!
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Bath

2:20 p.m.

Iceland frowned again. Why was there a bath in a conference building anyway? He looked at Japan. “You really want to take a bath?”

“Y-yes,” the Asian answered and tried to avoid his eyes. “If you wouldn’t mind...”

“Well uh~,” Iceland scratched his cheek, thinking about it. “I don’t mind, really.”

“Are you sure?” Japan turned to him, clearly excited. And nervous. “I... that would really make me happy... and uh–”

“Except,” Iceland continued and Japan fell silent. Iceland could see his excitement dropping. He sighed. “We don’t have swimsuits, Japan. Did you pay attention to that?”

“Oh,” Japan looked meditative. “That could be a problem. I’m sorry I didn’t think about that.”

“No,” Kumajirou said from Iceland’s back where he was taking a ride, hanging from Iceland’s shoulders. “Go anyway.”

“Yes, I guess Greece has some swimsuits here for cases like this,” Japan said and crouched down to touch the water surface. “We can ask him–”

“No,” Kumajirou said again and slid down Iceland’s leg.

“Then what?” Iceland asked the instructor he had borrowed from Canada for a while.

“This.”

“Huaa–!”

“...You definitely are a predator.”


Corridor

2:20 p.m.

“I can walk,” Seychelles objected. “He didn’t do anything to me, Romano, really.”

The man shook his head. “Let me.” He blushed heavily and tried to look away from the girl, which was a bit difficult considering their current position.

Seychelles chuckled. She really enjoyed this.


Garden

2:25 p.m.

France sat under a tree and stared at Belarus and England who were again having an argument in front of him. Belarus had seen her target go outside, so England had been able to enjoy his personal time with France only for a little moment.

Well, even that little moment had been worth it. France admitted that. Fully. It had made him all nice and warm in the cold and damp air. Last time he had been outside he had been running around so much he hadn’t even noticed how chilly it actually was.

But now, Belarus and England were having a staring competition in front of him and France had no time to be cold. It was deadly silent (if one didn’t include the two red doves above them in the tree, who were unable to read the atmosphere) and France could only wait for which of his lovers would explode first.

Maybe, if I just slip away again... France thought but at the same time all his senses were telling him to stay put. Just a little bit...

The dove cooed above him.

France realised that he had a chance. He had forgotten something.

“Dears,” he said after thinking for a while.

Two pairs of eyes turned, giving him full attention. Once more.

France smiled a little. So little the others couldn’t notice.

This could work.


Seaside

2:37 p.m.

“Uh...” Norway managed to say.

Korea sat down on the cliff, enjoying the chilly wind on his face. “I saw this place this morning, you see. And I really really wanted to come.”

“Oh...”

“And now I have you here too,” Korea pulled Norway down to sit beside him and cuddled against his shoulder. “You’re so mine.”

“I don’t agree to that,” Norway said dryly.

Korea chuckled. “Doesn’t matter. You’re mine anyway. Oh yeah, that’s right!” he jumped up and looked like he had made a terrible mistake.

“What?” Norway asked doubtfully.

“It’s cold in here,” Korea made an observation.

“Oh really?” Norway quipped. Korea had brought their jackets along but with sea winds blowing straight at them, they didn’t really help.

“Sorry. I’ll go get something warm!” Korea ran away.

Norway stared after him. He was flattered. Korea really trusted that he wouldn’t run away in the meantime? That felt kind of nice...

Though, Norway gazed at the sea. Like hell I’m going to give in to him...

Closing his eyes he tried to summon his trolls again. He fell deep into his thoughts and reached his silent voice toward his homeland.

Main conference room

2:45 p.m.

“So cute. So cute. So cu~te,” Poland kept repeating as he hugged Italy. “Italy~ you’re so cute, you know. I could eat you. So. totally. cu~te...”

“Ve~?” Italy said again. He looked at Germany. “What’s wrong with Poland?”

“Can’t you tell?” asked the disciplinary nation. “He fell in love with you. Even forgot about Lithuania as he did.”

“Egypt will surely take good care of him,” Poland assured and started playing with Italy’s hair. “Say what if I give you a new hair cut? I’d make you look totally awesome.”

“Um~” Italy considered.

“Sounds great,” Prussia interrupted, smirking. “Accept it, Italy. You heard him, it’ll be awesome.”

“No one asked you,” Austria noted. “Would you finally give my glasses back?”

“Come and get them,” Prussia grinned at him but Austria knew what would happen if he tried.

“Okay,” Italy smiled to Poland. “Sounds fun. Germany! Look! I got my own lover!”

Germany turned a little red. “I– I’m the one who told you that! Anyway, we need to solve this as quickly as possible, before something... unwanted... happens.”

“Already did, right West?” Prussia laughed and adjusted Austria’s glasses on his nose. “You’re greedy and don’t want to share, right?”

“S-shut up! What are you talking about? I’m speaking on behalf of every victim here!”

“Come, Italy!” Poland pulled the younger Italian brother up with him. “We’ll go and invent something totally cool for you! Hey I know, let’s go buy some new clothes. You’ll totally like that. And I’ll even pay for you, if you want! Oh yeah, let’s go eat too. Gotta be some place open at this hour!”

This said, he dragged Italy to the door. Italy smiled and waved everyone goodbye. “I’ll call and tell how it's going! Germany! Tell Japan too, okay?”

At the door they almost collided with Romano and Seychelles who were returning from their little adventure. Romano stared at his brother.

“Hey, brother!” Italy chirped. “I’ll tell you everything afterwards, okay! Ve~ you found Seychelles, brother, that’s great. You’re amazing, doing things like that by yourself. You’re like Germany~”

Romano’s face twisted. “I– I’m not like that– Where are you going?!”

“Poland said he would style my hair for me! Great, isn’t it?!” Italy told him, shining with excitement.

But Romano only looked terrified. He turned after his brother who was already a good distance away “Your hair?! What does that mean?! Feli! Wait up! Wait, I say! What part of your hair?! Feli!”

Poland cast an offended glance over his shoulder just before the two disappeared behind the corner. “I’m not Spain for God’s sake!”

“Someone called?” Spain smiled, appearing beside of Romano and Seychelles, fingers rising towards the Italian’s hair curl.

“Didn’t! Don’t you dare! Only Seychelles has the right to touch me!”

Seychelles blushed.


Bath

2:22 p.m.

“Are you okay?” Iceland asked as he crouched down and held out a hand to Japan, pulling him up to the edge of the pool.

“Well,” Japan shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Wet I am, certainly. You really had to do that, I presume?”

“Hmmm...” Kumajirou mumbled, leaning over Iceland’s thigh. “Yeah.”

Iceland smiled a little. “Let’s get you some dry clothes.”

“What?” Japan stopped drying his hair. “Oh, yes, of course. But I’m afraid I don’t have anything with me here. Except my jacket.”

Iceland pondered this for a while. Japan looked at him for a moment, then turned his attention back to his hair with a blush and mumbled apologies for staring. Iceland watched him run his fingers in the black hair and noticed that it was only getting messier with each nervous combing.

“Let me,” he finally said and leaned forward. Japan stiffened as Iceland started getting his wet hair tufts back in order with his fingers.

“I’m... sorry,” Japan said quietly and wrinkled his wet sleeve. “For your trouble...”

“It’s nothing,” Iceland answered. To his eyes, Japan looked a little disappointed for some reason. “Say, what if we wait here until your clothes are dry again?”

“Eh?” was all Japan managed to say before Iceland reached for his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. Japan blushed furiously. “W-what are you doing?”

Main conference room

2:45 p.m.

“So cute. So cute. So cu~te,” Poland kept repeating as he hugged Italy. “Italy~ you’re so cute, you know. I could eat you. So. totally. cu~te...”

“Ve~?” Italy said again. He looked at Germany. “What’s wrong with Poland?”

“Can’t you tell?” asked the disciplinary nation. “He fell in love with you. Even forgot about Lithuania as he did.”

“Egypt will surely take good care of him,” Poland assured and started playing with Italy’s hair. “Say what if I give you a new hair cut? I’d make you look totally awesome.”

“Um~” Italy considered.

“Sounds great,” Prussia interrupted, smirking. “Accept it, Italy. You heard him, it’ll be awesome.”

“No one asked you,” Austria noted. “Would you finally give my glasses back?”

“Come and get them,” Prussia grinned at him but Austria knew what would happen if he tried.

“Okay,” Italy smiled to Poland. “Sounds fun. Germany! Look! I got my own lover!”

Germany turned a little red. “I– I’m the one who told you that! Anyway, we need to solve this as quickly as possible, before something... unwanted... happens.”

“Already did, right West?” Prussia laughed and adjusted Austria’s glasses on his nose. “You’re greedy and don’t want to share, right?”

“S-shut up! What are you talking about? I’m speaking on behalf of every victim here!”

“Come, Italy!” Poland pulled the younger Italian brother up with him. “We’ll go and invent something totally cool for you! Hey I know, let’s go buy some new clothes. You’ll totally like that. And I’ll even pay for you, if you want! Oh yeah, let’s go eat too. Gotta be some place open at this hour!”

This said, he dragged Italy to the door. Italy smiled and waved everyone goodbye. “I’ll call and tell how it's going! Germany! Tell Japan too, okay?”

At the door they almost collided with Romano and Seychelles who were returning from their little adventure. Romano stared at his brother.

“Hey, brother!” Italy chirped. “I’ll tell you everything afterwards, okay! Ve~ you found Seychelles, brother, that’s great. You’re amazing, doing things like that by yourself. You’re like Germany~”

Romano’s face twisted. “I– I’m not like that– Where are you going?!”

“Poland said he would style my hair for me! Great, isn’t it?!” Italy told him, shining with excitement.

But Romano only looked terrified. He turned after his brother who was already a good distance away “Your hair?! What does that mean?! Feli! Wait up! Wait, I say! What part of your hair?! Feli!”

Poland cast an offended glance over his shoulder just before the two disappeared behind the corner. “I’m not Spain for God’s sake!”

“Someone called?” Spain smiled, appearing beside of Romano and Seychelles, fingers rising towards the Italian’s hair curl.

“Didn’t! Don’t you dare! Only Seychelles has the right to touch me!”

Seychelles blushed.


Bath

2:22 p.m.

“Are you okay?” Iceland asked as he crouched down and held out a hand to Japan, pulling him up to the edge of the pool.

“Well,” Japan shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Wet I am, certainly. You really had to do that, I presume?”

“Hmmm...” Kumajirou mumbled, leaning over Iceland’s thigh. “Yeah.”

Iceland smiled a little. “Let’s get you some dry clothes.”

“What?” Japan stopped drying his hair. “Oh, yes, of course. But I’m afraid I don’t have anything with me here. Except my jacket.”

Iceland pondered this for a while. Japan looked at him for a moment, then turned his attention back to his hair with a blush and mumbled apologies for staring. Iceland watched him run his fingers in the black hair and noticed that it was only getting messier with each nervous combing.

“Let me,” he finally said and leaned forward. Japan stiffened as Iceland started getting his wet hair tufts back in order with his fingers.

“I’m... sorry,” Japan said quietly and wrinkled his wet sleeve. “For your trouble...”

“It’s nothing,” Iceland answered. To his eyes, Japan looked a little disappointed for some reason. “Say, what if we wait here until your clothes are dry again?”

“Eh?” was all Japan managed to say before Iceland reached for his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. Japan blushed furiously. “W-what are you doing?”

Go here for part 11 and onwards:

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