It had been a few days since they'd retrieved the salvageable items from the entrance of the mine. It had only been a few hours since their magic call, so New York wasn't expecting anything so soon. Even so, he picks up the phone to the mystery number.
"Yorkie-boy! Hi! Track this!" Massachusetts voice rings through the scuffling.
New York immediately goes to work, hooking up his phone to the interface he has pulled up on his computer. His computer whirs, trying to locate the call's location.
The scuffling turns into screaming and shouts.
His computer dings. It pinpoints them in a deserted part of the foothills.
"You got it?"
"Yes," York replies, and the call ends.
'What the hell is going on?'
He shakes off the thought.
"DIXIE!" he shouts.
There is a moment of silence before Dixie bursts into the room
"I thought I told you not to call me like that. It's rude!" Dixie scolds.
"Well, I don't care. Anyway, I have a location."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah. It's pretty close. There was a struggle, but I don't think anyone was seriously hurt."
"What in God's name did they get themselves into this time?" Dixie mutters under his breath.
New York shrugs.
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Book 1 - Puppets
FanfictionRussia is sent overseas to stay with America, but it isn't clear why until after he arrives. As soon as he steps foot on American soil, Russia is thrown upside-down into a family hidden from the world on a mission to protect everything he holds dear...
