America's expression of glee flickered for a moment, revealing disappointment and sadness, but he quickly regained his composure, and the smile was on his lips once more.
"It gets lonely, you know." He approached Canada, taking a seat criss-cross in front of the chained-up nation. "And I need your help." He said. "I'm going for little Italy next, but Europe's pretty tight so they'lll probably be all over me, so I'll need a little backup." He explained. "Join me?"

Italy was almost to Germany's house, he was sure. He knew the way like the back of his hand-
"Germany, Germany!" He waved frantically, spotting the blonde-haired nation, probably on his way to the park.