looks at the lists. "D-do you think we'll find Peter?..."

they're waisting time by looking at lists...Pfft.

T-then where should we look first?

glares at Denmark. "'Course. Just need to get organized first."

laughs. "Oh, organization, should've expected that from you, intead of running around, you're staring at lists..."

ignores Denmark. "Where d'ya think we should start, Tino?"

rolls his eyes and takes the lists from him. "You two really are stupid..."

Where's yer *brilliant* plan then?

smirks. "Oh, now you want to listen to me, dear Sverige? Very well...Cuba, is either hiding in Russia, Estonia, or Canada..." picks his cell

and shows him. "you can try to dial him, or if you're a good hacker, track him..." but doesn't give him the cell.

just lurking. "You should think about who he's friends with."

Denmark. A lot. "Gimme the phone."

grins, and keeps shaking the phone in front of him. "not yet, I'm not finished. So, where was I?" speaks, taking his time.

grinds his teeth, waiting for the rest of Denmark's "idea".

D-denmark please! We don't have a lot of time, what if he's hurt or something?! Tears well up in his eyes.

pats Tino, comforting him. "Have no worries, Tino, I doubt much Cuba'd do anything harsh...Well, I'd say Cuba's in Canada..." winks at Svi.

"You should have seen Sealand crying, then. Poor kid, he was desperate when Cuba broke his cell phone." nods.

hands Sverige the phone. "Well...But he couldn't get harsher than that...Or could he?"

"Can get plane tickets." hurries off to do so, but nods at Denmark. "Erm. Thanks."

really worried now, and isn't happy with Cuba at all. "I-I'll go get my rifle!" -runs to the house-

waves at Berwald and dials Cuba with another phone.

stops and gets a dark look on his face. "What d'ya mean by that?"

walks away, still dialing.

recognizes Denmark's number and picks up. "Hello?"

facepalms and decides to be neutral.

looks behind his shoulder, making sure Berwald's not around and whispers. "Run away from there, Cuba, go to somewhere south, but leave a

note saying where Peter is, get it?"

But I don't *know* where Peter is!

bites his lips. "Where could he have gone to? Quick, damn, my life depends on it! England's?"

I don't know, who does he usually hang out with?

sighs. "Leave a note saying he's at England's. If he isn't, then Arthur at least knows. now run, but leave a hint that you really've been

there, or I'll be dead!"

Why will *you* die, *I'm* the one that "upset" Peter!

"Ok, just figure where he's hiding, and leave thatr on a note, now see ya!" hangs up.

still there, frowning. "Important call?"

pauses and texts him after: "Try Russia or Alfred. I think he hates them both..."