The phone rang at Japan's desk. Japan picked it up and held it at his ear.

"Moshimoshi?... Ah, hello Germany... Huh?... What do you mean 'acting strangely?'... What!? France wouldn't behave that way! … H-HE WHAT!?… Hai, I'm on my way!" Japan hung up.

Germany had just told him that France had tried to break into England's house with a sword. According to his description, France appeared to have an intention on killing him. Japan wasn't very familiar with France, but he knew that France wouldn't normally act like this. Japan got his coat and headed out of the house. It was a chilly day at his home.

Japan, or Kiku Honda, had always been known as an "honorable" nation. He had teamed up with Germany and Italy during World War 2 against the Allied forces. Nowadays, while he left his fighting days behind him, he has been shown to be a successful nation, if a bit strange. He has been good friends with several countries, notably America and England, and very humble. Most of all, he was responsible, so he didn't think twice when he got off the phone with Germany to head to the World Conference Hall as Germany insisted.

He didn't expect a piece of paper to be blown into his face. The minute he removed it and held it in his hand, he noticed the Japanese writing on it. It was in an old style that he hadn't seen for quite some time. What was this doing out here?

"Look to your left," the note read.

"Look to my left?" Japan reread outloud, turning his head. "What does that mea-"

He noticed something he never thought he'd see. A katana was embedded in a large boulder. It's blade was made of perfect jewel Tamahagane, the hilt was bronze with a tight leather and silk grip. It was practically a work of art! Japan's mouth was ajar, and his eyes grew wide. That was when a voice called out to him.

"Welcome to your lucky day, Japan," it told him, "You've found the one thing that could rival me for sheer power… what do you think? You like?"

With those words, a familiar swirling pattern appeared in Japan's eyes, as he was lured into a slight trance.

"Hai… I do…" Japan said, approaching the blade, his hand reaching for the hilt.

Suddenly, he jerked his hand away. He can't distract himself; he needs to get to the World Conference Hall first! The rest of the world needs him! And besides; the blade will probably still be there when he got back…

"But… but…" Japan froze in place, he looked back at the katana. There it was; a sword in a stone. Then the thought came to him; it's the most powerful sword he had ever seen.

It might be gone later! This might be his only chance to get it!

"I WANT IT NOW!" he shouted. And with that he turned a light grey as he ran back, grasped the hilt, and with all of his strength, pulled the blade out of the stone. He could practically feel the power of the blade itself surge in his arms. He suddenly got the sudden urge to go try this blade out for himself. The rest of the countries can take care of France on their own; he had to try this out!

"I told you it'd work, narrator," Discord said with a chuckle.

Well, okay, this one worked. But I'm telling you sooner or later someone's not going to fall for your tricks.

"And how would you know that?"

Honey, there are a couple of people that are pretty damn dense.

"Well there are always the dense ones, but I'm pretty sure there isn't anyone here that dumb… and don't call me Honey!"

Whatevs… damn, this chapter's short…

To be continued…