Farthest North -CountryHumans AU-

Weg

         "So... Alaska, huh?"

Much to China's chagrin, America was the only one not done with his search, checking every possible hiding place for the woman, meaning every tree, every large boulder, cave, what-have-you. So he was stuck with this harrasment.

         "I fail to understand your pointing out of your currently missing State," he told him curtly, jumping up into a tree, sword unsheathed as he looked above the fauna, spying birds, a single snake, but no Alaska. He caught the snake before it attacked him, and he threw it to the side nonchalantly. Unfortionately it landed near America, whether this was on purpose or no, only China knew.

         "I don't think you do," America said, huffing after jumping into another tree to escape the living noodle, "fail to undertsand, I mean."

He slid down once he decided Alaska wasn't in that tree, and that the snake had gone away.

         "A fanciful kimono? Taking time just to say 'hi' from your busy schedule? And she's not even your State!"

         "Said the one who didn't even do that during this entire ordeal?"

The bomb hit, and America cringed. Right...

        "Point taken... but being the first to show up to find her? And you never take time out of your training schedule."

He must have forgotten about China's bow to the taller State, of which the red and gold Country was glad, but America still had a hit on him.

     Jumping to the next tree, China grunted as he failed to grab hold of the next branch after the American's next words.

         "It's almost like you've grown to love her."

He hauled himself up, whipping around to glare at the Country, who couldn't help but laugh hysterically.

         "I knew it-I knew it-I knew it~" He sang, only to find a katana shoved in his face, and shut up.

         "Your chastisement is uncalled for and inapropriate in Alaska's current absence," the man stated flatly, "I suggest you be more serious for once, for all we know she cou-" 

China stopped, eyes widening as he lowered his Katana.

         "Uh... Chai tea?" America waved a hand in front of the man's face, who caught it on its second wave.

         "Of course..." he whispered, "Come," the man made a mad dash back through the woods, "There is no time to lose!"

         "What the heck man! Slow down!" America started after him, finally tugging China to a stop, much to his disliking, "You're making no sense, did that branch hit you in the head?"

The red and gold Country glowered at the man, making America take a step back.

         "There are things you cannot understand. It is Alaska's choice whether she shares this information or not, not mine, so it stays with me. No matter what you may offer or threaten, what she told me will be buried in my grave."

He turned to continue, but America took hold of his shoulder before the man could get to far.

         "I already know, China." he told him solemnly, "and I made a huge mistake. Why do you think I'm so frantic to find her?"

China's gaze softened, and he gave a small nod to his ally.

         "Now, what is it you know that I don't?"

The man shook his head with a sigh.

         "All I can say, is that she's not in our world. He doesn't have the tools he needs to manipulate her here..."

America thought a moment, before his eyes became as saucers, and his jaw went slack.

         "No... she wouldn't. Alaska knows better! She's got better morals than me!"

         "That's not saying much," China huffed, "Anyone can have better morals than you. But he comforted her before the war started, taught her things that ebbed the side effects of the constant fires during the summer months," the man sighed, "If she's not here, she's with Third Reich, either by her own will, or kidnapped. I hope the later of the two."

         "Well then let's get him!" America spat, bringing out his ring, only for his hand to be caught once again.

         "You don't think he's thought of that?" China plucked the ring from America's grasp, "Think for once. If you were a World War 2 super power, what would you do?"

America growled, but thought nonetheless. What would he do? He began to pace... but his mind was elsewhere. What would Alaska be doing? Planning an attack? Would her people be swayed so easily? She might not be as big as the United States as a whole, including Hawaii, but she knew the battle field, how to manipulate it... one of her freezing winters could cripple an entire platoon. USSR's daughter indeed...

         "Wait," America stopped his pacing, "I was a World War 2 super power..."

     His expression went from one of revelation, to one of pure determination as he turned on his heel, back to where the others were currently trying to discuss where Alaska had gone off to. His clothes warped from his usual T-shirt and jeans to an Army uniform, glasses the only constant as he stomped his way through. China had to jog to catch up, startled by the sudden change in the Country. Albeit relieved that America had become a bit more serious about the situation, the other Country was a bit concerned by how drastic the change was.

     When they made it to the others, everyone made a path as America came through, worried as they noticed his change in attire and attitude. Who did he declare war on? Whispers went around, some looking to Russia, others to Iran and Iraq, a few pointed their attention to Mexico.

         "Someone's gonna get it..." Japan jumped up and down, the only one excited about this...

The crowd's mumbles lessened, their attention on America as he stood at the center of this crowd. Flying his gaze across them all, everyone shivered at his silence. U.K. stepped up, the only one brave enough to ask his son who exactly brought this aggression forward in him.

         "Son," he started, "Who is it you accuse?"

America whipped his pointed attention to Germany, who froze, and everyone else gasped as more whispers circulated.

         "Where is your father's ring?" America questioned, glaring behind his glasses, and while his eye's couldn't be seen, the sudden burning sensation in Germany's head could definitely be felt.

         "It's..." he felt his shirt pocket, finding nothing, and his face showed nothing but panic, "Weg*..."

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* Weg - Gone (German)