"Want a bite of my ice cream?" Feliciano innocently offered a spoonful to the German. "Nein, I just brushed my teeth." Ludwig said, who had coincidentally just gotten under the covers. "Try it it's really good!" Feliciano insisted. Germany was about to protest when he glanced over at Feli.
VERDAMNIT...he's using those eyes again...
The German sighed. "I guess one spoon full couldn't hurt..." He gave in, the ice cream wasn't bad. A bit sweeter than usual, Germany thought, but then again lots of things in America are sweeter, the water, the ice cream, the food. "Must be an American thing." He whispered, turning out the light that was just by his bed. His eyes felt heavy, a sudden warm feeling came over him. "Guten nacht, Feli." He mumbled before drifting into a deep sleep.Feliciano smile grew wider, "Sleep tight, Ludwig." Taking the last bite of his ice cream he set the bowl on the nightstand, and carelessly tossed the covers on to his drugged lover.
It seemed to be the easiest thing to do, drugging Germany. All Feliciano had to do was put it in something he would consume before he would sleep. The Italian had built up a sufficient immunity to the drug, having developed it specifically for this use. He had spent decades exposing himself to it, from his last experiment, he calculated it would take at least a full glass to make him drowsy, a galleon of the stuff to completely knock him out. However, this also had it's disadvantages, if someone were to put it in his food and he not react would arouse suspicion, so he was very careful and could pick out the unique sweet flavor in most foods. Personally, he found it to taste like honey-suckle.
Humming to himself he put on the black suit.
All the nooks and crannies were adjusted to hold a weapon, the collard shirt had a thin lining of chain mail like material sewn in between the fabric, protecting him from any stabbings. The best was no less amazing, having special places to hold sets of ice picks, an old mafia favorite. When he finished buttoning his vest, he turned up his collar, chuckling as he held up the tie, the small knife in the back weighting it down. The jacket was less special, only having a holster for the gun over the heart, having to be the innocent icing to cover up the deadly filling. Adjusting his cuffs, he marveled over the dissolvable cuff links, both made to dissolve in seconds and knock out for hours. Tapping his foot on the ground, he smirked at the switchblade hiding in his pant leg. The final touch was the silver chain watch, which, if the face was turned counter clock wise, could be used as a radio. Examining himself in the mirror, he admired the handy work.The suit itself was an ingenious gift from Sofie, but that is a thought for another night, feliciano decided, closing the door to the hotel room.
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"Alfred really does think Arthur was kidnapped, Aru...." China's voice was soft, almost apologetic even. "Da, Amerika really is worred." The Russian man sighed, even though he had been on bad terms with America for a long time, it still bothered him to see the nation so foolishly angry. It wasn't like Alfred. He thought, continuing to walk down the street to their hotel, the small Chinese restaurant they had been to want too far from their hotel, so he thought it be better to walk.
"Well I would be worried too, if you got kidnapped." Yao pouted, folding his arms. "Me, kidnapped? Now who would want to kidnap me, kol kol kol." Ivan laughed. "KIDNAPPING IS NOT A JOKE ARU!" The smaller nation blurted, whacking Ivan lightly on the arm. "I know, I just wanted to lighten the mood, da?" He smiled, tossing one of the ends of his scarf over his shoulder, and holding out his other hand for Yao to hold. Closing his eyes, the Russian wished he could be back home with Yao, and not here in this crowded city.Suddenly he felt something hit his chest, startled he opened his eyes. "Watch where ya goin!" A feeble Irish sounding man scolded, attempting to pick up the stack of papers he had dropped. "Here let me help you!" Ivan said, letting go of China's hand to help the man.
Just the moment I've been waiting for.
Feliciano smiled.
He quickly walked behind the dark haired nation, with one swift motion Feliciano placed the handkerchief dowsed in anesthetic over the other nations face, the drought worked in seconds, eliminating any chance for a struggle. Hurriedly, he carried the man back, away from the scene and into the ally, China fairly light for his size it was easy to do.
Making eye contact with the florist van driver, he quickly pulled out of the ally, the back doors open.
It had worked like clockwork, Italy thought. He had waited in the ally for a while, receiving the call from Sophie that the couple were headed that way. As a decoy he sent out the old Irish man, having payed him a complementary night shade flavored candy following the cash.
"You know where to take him, Ve?" The driver nodded. Sighing, he leaned against the side of the car.Sadly, he wouldn't visit the base tonight either.
Feli glanced at the Russian man through the window, the sight bringing a slight smirk to his face.
He was still bumbling with the papers.
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"Now learn how to walk next time!" The old man grumbled. Ivan smiled, expecting the familiar 'Now he was very rude, ARU!' "No he wasn't very nice now ,was he?" Putting his hand back once again for the older nation to grab.
When the hand didn't come he turned around. "Yao?" He called, not seeing the nation, a sudden wave of fear washing over him.Turning to the street he saw a sea of cars, a particular florists van going unnoticed among the bunch.
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Hi, it's the author here. Just wanted to give a quick say about some things.
Okay, one Sofie is SofieLeegaard3 (you should really check out her profile!)
And two, any input on the story will be accepted! I would love to hear your opinion on it, how you think that this might have been better another way, or maybe this isn't spelled correctly, or just anything really. I'm always willing to improve!
Thanks so much for reading and hopefully another chapter will be out soon!

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FanfictionThere's a nation kidnapper going around stealing our favorite countries, the world is in chaos unable to find the kidnapper and their hide out. World meetings tend to get more and more frustrating as the members slowly begin to dwindle. Anger and te...