025. Trouble Lurking"Back off, Greece!" Turkey yelled, shoving the Greek.
"I can't, the passageways are so very narrow, Turkey."
"Why'd you have to come anyway?!"
"Japan's here. Why are you?" Greece replied, calmly.
"None of your buisiness. Egypt, how much longer do we have to be down here?!"
Egypt turned his head and stared at the Turk. Turning it back around, he crawled on all fours through the tiny dusty passageway. Behind him, Japan took pictures rapidly with his digital camera.
"Thank you so much, Egypt-san! I've never been given a tour of a pyramid before!" he cheered, smiling. Mohammad said nothing, but as he reaached the end of the tunnel, he turned his head and put his index finger to his lips. The quarelling Mediterranean men behind him shut their traps and followed.
"I feel trouble lurking. Ra is not pleased that we've disturbed his temple, and the god's of the sun from my past are stirring." Egypt whispered under his breath as he stood at the mouth of a chamber. Shocked, Turkey and Greece spok
024. No Time"Only twenty seconds left, McGyver! What will we do?!"
"Quickly, hand me that paperclip!"
"Alright!" The characters on the television screen worked rapidly to disable a highly dangerous explosive. Germany, who was waiting for America to return his blender, watched intentively.
"That's impossible...with that grade of TNT, you couldn't disarm it..." he mumbled to himself while critisizing the show.
"And if he used that paperclip, he'd be electrocuted. This is rediculous."
"Germany, why are you here?" America asked, walking into the living room, blender in hand. Ludwig simply pointed to the appliance sharply.
"Oh, yeah...could I borrow this real quick?" Ludwig nodded and returned his gaze to the television while Alfred ran back into the kitchen.
He began to daydream.
"Germany, there's only..." Italy stared at the timer for a couple seconds. "A minute left!"
"Alright, Italy. Hand me that...bowl of pasta? Wait, stop eating it!" he shouted as the Italian gobbled down the meal.
023. Cat"Enjoy, Hong Kong." England said, smiling as he placed a large platter of bread pudding and crumpets down on the table and took a step back.
"Xie Xie ['Thank you']." Hong Kong replied as he began to eat. "You haven't cooked for me in a long time, England."
"You're never here, so I can't."
"Good point. I've spent so much time with China, lately. Though I can't say I mind it." he continued eating and smiled as he popped a crumpet into his mouth.
"How's it taste?" Arthur asked, sitting in a chair across from his former city.
"It tastes fine. Kind of reminds me of this dish that Yao cooked for me once."
"What would that be?" England blinked a couple times and cocked his head to the side. The British-Chinaman chuckled and finished eating before saying,
England gawked at him stupidly and opened his mouth as if to say something.
"It was quite delectable, actually."
"He fed you...cat?"
"..." England frowned thinking, My cooking is being compared to the edible-ness of c
022. Mother NaturePrussia wandered the dark forest wearily and with tense hands. At the sounds of chipmunks and crackling twigs, he would jump or flinch. Frustrated, he sat down on a worn stump and sighed, burying his head in his hands. "Damn you, Austria. How dare you leave me here...I should have known that he didn't really mean we were going to Hungary's...not like I wanted to go or anything..." he shuffled his feet back and forth, leaving an imprint between the mud and leaves that sat beneath his thick boots.
Suddenly, he jumped up at the sound of a delightful tune. He followed the low humming noise through the brush and under branches (which slapped his face and body everywhere, which wasn't enjoyable whatsoever). Eventually, he found a beautiful flowing waterfall, where the waters bounced off of the dark black rocks, and mist sprayed from the pool. Stunned, he gawked ahead stupidly and took a couple more dazed steps forward. "P-Pretty..." he mumbled, looking around for the source of the humming. T
021. VacationDear Germany,
I'm having so much fun! You were right, Berlin is a wonderful place! The people are all so happy and strong, just like you, Germany! Ever since you shoved me out of my own house saying "Italien ['Italy' in German], go get yourself a good time and go on a vacation in...Berlin.", I've done what you said! Getting here was really hard though...I thought Berlin was in Poland at first, but when I got there asking where it was, Poland hit me with this purse...thing. He said something like "Totally realize that Berlin is in like, Germany. It should be called like, Warsaw by now!" Weird, right?
G-Germany? Even though your capital is really pretty and fun and exciting, there isn't any pasta. I-I didn't actually notice until I started writing this letter...G-Germany, I-I'm scared! I haven't had lasanga, spaghetti, ravioli, or any kind of pasta in days! G-Germany, c-come save me!"
I'll be right there.
-Germany to the rescue...
020. FortitudeWind rustled the leaves of multiple trees. It whispered sweet songs of carefree tales as the branches danced. The sun, which was in the process of rising, was a brilliant pink that was traced with burnt orange streaks. Dew evaporated yearningly off of plants and flew upwards into the sky. The early birds arose to catch their squiggling meals, and those meals wiggled away helplessly.
England thought to himself, serenly. His thoughts crescendoed loudly as they strung on.
Only one shot, England. You have one chance at this. There's no going back. You're only a couple inches away from victory, Arthur! Take what's yours, Britain! After all these years, after all of the betrayal. You'll show them, you'll show them all! How dare Alfred seperate from you so...so...so non-chalantly? How dare Hong Kong go back to that bastard, China? Well, they'll all see! Take this chance to show your strength, your fortitude!
England softly tilted the head of his putter and struck the golfb
019. Gray"Really, I'm worried about him, Latvia!"
"He's never sick, that's why!"
"S-So? He's russia, He-he'll be fine."
"But, he's cold and gray and deathly looking!"
"Lithuania, he's always cold, gray, and deathly looking."
"Estonia, what should we do?!"
"Go check up on him for now." Estonia said, sighing and pushing up the rim of his glasses with his index finger. Lithuania frowned and nodded his head quickly as he pivoted to run down the surprisingly cozy, yet freezing Russian hallway.
"Wh-What'll happen to him, Estonia? Will Toris be o-ok?" Latvia whimpered, holding his hands to his chest as he quivered. Estonia shook his head solemnly from side to side.
"He's a gonner."
Toris reached a large metal door down the hall and stared at it intensly. "I'm sure this is the room that I put him in..." he painfully moved the doorknob and slid the door open. Taking large but nervous strides into the dark room, he tried to steady his breathing. Halting, he turned to turn on the light.
018. Rainbow"Please, Ruotsi ['Sweden' in Finnish]? Can we, can we?" Finland pleaded, tugging on an exhausted Sweden's sleeve.
"'ave Denm'rk drive 'ou." he replied, rubbing the top of Tino's head with his palm.
"B-But, his driving is horrible! It scares me, Sweden!" Finland complained as he hung on the Swede's shirt. "A-And...they already left w-without me..."
"Mhm" Tino sniffled as small tears came to his eyes, though they were only well executed crocodile tears. Sweden frantically put his hands over the Finn's shoulders and whispered, "Please, d'n't cry."
The Finn' smiled weakly and wiped away his tears with his arm.
"I-I guess we can have fun here. Th-The candy store can't be that great, right?"
"Nej, not with't 'ou." Sweden's monotone voice didn't change much, but the small boy next to him felt his emotion as he kissed him on the nose.
"...Noregur, what are you...doing?" Asked Iceland, who was going through the assorted candy delicacies infront of him. Across the bright
017. Ow"Hey, Iggy?"
"What do you want, you git?"
"Where'd ya put the potatoe salad?"
"In the picnic basket."
"No, it's in my trousers. Yes, really." England slapped America upside the head with a thick orange leather book that he had just been reading. Wincing, Alfred flailed a limp arm at him.
"You don't have to be so down and sarcastic, England. We're here because you wanted us to be, anyways." America complained, reaching over into the woven wicker basket beside him and grasping a container of potatoe salad. It was a beautiful day in the outback; the sun wasn't too high, the wind wasn't overly strong.
"Whatever. Why don't you go and get your brothers?" Arthur mumbled with a deep sigh. Alfred at first grinned, then stood while pushing himself up with his knees, which were littered with wet grass stains.
"Since when are we brothers?"
"Since I either took part in the founding, or owning, of all four of you."
"Good point." America strolled over through the thick scrubby underbrush, c