Searching, A Hetalia Fan Fic

The World Meeting

I chatted with Nova Scotia, er, Allison for a while. Turns out we both liked anime and gaming and Doctor Who. It's a small, small world.

Pity, she already had a boyfriend. His name was Benedict and he was the state of Maine. After a while, Benedict got here. Damn, the guy looked like a model. I couldn't really compete.. I was just a lazy average teenager.. He had light brown colored hair and eyes that were like so freakin many colors. Maine gave me a glare and then casually led Allison away.

Guess I'm a loner for life.

America's POV

I saw Taylor looking on after Nova Scotia and one of my siblings, Maine.

'Canada, why do you have such attractive children??', I mentally screamed. Ugh.

I dragged Taylor away.

"Don't call attention to yourself. Don't be annoying. Don't speak during the meeting unless someone directly asks you to. And, for the love of god, don't say anything about fan fiction.", I said to him. Taylor smirked and gave me a small salute. I watched him go sit on a bench in the far corner.

After everyone had arrived and settled down, England came to the front of the room. Not wanting to pursue any formalities, he simply said

"The 2ps are back."

Of course, his words were met by chaos.

Shouts of denial and anger echoed across the room. Italy burst into tears. Frankly, I couldn't blame him. His 2p was one of the worst alongside with Canada's.

Romano leapt up and yelled

"What proof do you a-have of this?"

I noticed Canada sitting down, quietly. His eyes were rimmed with red. I remembered Mari was his daughter. He had it as hard as the rest of us. Suddenly, Mathew stood up and slammed his hands down onto the table. Everyone grew quiet. Canada never acted like this. Not even when the Revolutionary War had torn apart our family.

"My daughter, who for some reason all of our memories of her have been taken away, has been kidnapped by the 2ps. You want proof, eh? The proof is going to come when she's dea-", Canada said with a glare until he was interrupted by a voice behind him. The lights flickered out and the large TV behind us turned on. All the countries gasped. I heard Taylor slam his laptop shut. On the screen was Mari and 2p England. She sat bound to a chair with Oliver holding a gun up to her head. She looked thinner and more pale, but otherwise alright. Well, other than fact she was unconscious. I saw Arthur place a hand on the back of his neck as he always did whenever the 2ps were mentioned. It was a nervous tic of his.

"Oh, we're back, I assure you. We were never gone.", Oliver said with a chuckle. I experimentally attempted to turn the TV off with the remote. Nothing happened. "How are you doing that..?", I murmured softly to myself.

"Magic, obviously!", Oliver said with a smirk. I made a very un hero like yelping noise.

"I thought it would be fare to give you another clue.", Oliver said. Suddenly, my mind felt like it was being spilt open. I'm guessing all the other countries felt this way too, since they also began clutching their foreheads. The words appeared inside my brain:

Prince Edwards Island

Oliver chuckled.

"And now, for your entertainment, Mari would like to say a few words."

He grabbed a long syringe off the table beside him. I recognized the substance he was about to jab into her as pure adrenalin. Mari's eyes flew wide open. She swung around and kicked Oliver in the face. Both Arthur and I jumped up and simultaneously said

"That's my girl!"

Oliver stumbled off camera while clutching his bleeding nose. Mari turned toward the camera.

"Please, you gotta find me! I don't know where I am. It seems like a bunker or something but it's not underground-" 2p Italy appeared on screen and began tying Mari back to the chair. I heard Feliciano whimper.

"No! Lemme go!", Mari said, struggling. 2p Italy pulled out a long knife and held it beneath her neck. Mari stopped struggling. She looked towards the camera and mouthed the words

"I love you, please hurry!"

Then the screen went black.

All the countries went back into chaos. Emotions mixed through the air.

Anger.

Defiance.

But above all, fear.

Suddenly, everyone's cell phone rang. I opened it to see I had received a text from a blocked number. It was a picture. The picture showed Mari and a grinning Oliver. Mari's teeth were gritted together in a pained expression. The 2p held her arm aloft. In the other hand, he held a bloody knife. Carved into Mari's arm were the words:

Proof enough?

Comment and vote please! What did y'all think? Oh and kudos to those who noticed I based Maine (appearance wise) off of Benedict Cumberbatch!