Germany meanwhile, was still in a tizzy. "Vhere did he go?" he demanded, freaking out. Last time Netherlands had disappeared, it was because he got kidnapped by his sister, and that stupid Swede!
The Dutch superior was hanging limply in Germany's hold, which was a deathgrip on the mans shirt. He huffed, letting the man go and scramble away from him. Germany was beginning to wonder how these fools were heds of their country, but paused when one spoke up.
"W-wait, Mr. Germany." the one quivered, holding his hand up. "I-I did notice a strange horse come into the property earlier... He had a swedish saddle blanket on..."
Swede rubbed his knee again, stretching his leg out slightly to alieviate some of the strain. He noticed Netherlands worried expression and reached across the couch to get the cordless phone. "Do you wan' to call your husband?" he asked, the terminology he used completely strange, but seemed so natural at the same time.