Miraculous Ladybug x reader x Hetalia

Chapter 7

"Who are you?" Kumajiro, Canada's polar bear asked.

Matthew looked to the side, "I'm Cana- Matthew, your owner."

Kuma pointed to me, "Who is she/he?"

I sent him a face, "You know who I am, don't give me that kind of crap!"

The little polar bear grinned and shuffled into a more comfortable position in Matthew's arms.

I clapped my hands together loudly, "Food?"

Alfred's and Destiny's head perked up.

I laughed, "Food."

Almost as soon as we sat down, Alfred got a phone call from Ludwig.

So... we had to get up and haul our... butts back home.

And I didn't even get to eat... lovely.

Upon entering the house, Destiny was tackled by a hoard of Micro-Nations while I stood laughing. She had Sealand wrapped around her leg, Moldova hanging off of her arm, and Estonia and Wy fighting over her other arm. Destiny started to free herself from the tiny nations, "Gah! Tiny Personifications! Let go! I'm not a jungle gym!"

She began to shuffle about trying to shake off the small children while looking for Prussia and Germany.

"Germany?!" I called out following the Micro-Nation jungle gym.

"Down here!" I heard a muffled reply coming from downstairs.

The nations that just entered the house with made their way downstairs, Drago finally shaking the Micro-Nations off of her and bringing them downstairs quietly.

Down here was where we kept an eye on the compound that held our second players. If we were not keeping an eye on it, Mr. United Nations was.

The only time Mr. U.N. doesn't keep watch is one of us is.

But there is never any movement, so why are they down here?

Better yet, why are they calling us down here into the basement?

"What's going on?" I asked tilting my head.

"Yeah, dude," Destiny said bitterly glaring at the German nation.

Ludwig sighed, obviously missing the point in time when she was to shy to speak to anyone in the room, but she's been stuck with everyone here for what?

Two/three centuries?

Rolling my eyes I stepped forward, "Okay, you called us here, why?"

My German friend and current ally and former enemy's ice blue eyes darkened he turned to a large TV screen.

His eyes were locked on the screen, before all of the nations.

Gasps filled the room, a strong sense of dread and horror hung heavily in the room at Ludwig's next words.

"There is movement in the compound," He spoke softly, "Mein Bruder and I checked the cameras. Megs, Oliver, and (2p/name) are awake."

"What?"

"No."

"Someone hold me!"

"Get off of me you bastardo!"

"That can't be true..."

"But... We were doing so well..."

I head began to spin as the chaos in the room got louder and louder.