A/N: oh hi! Welcome back~ Sorry for my lateness, I'm not good at time and stuff. I thought it had only been four days when I checked yesterday, and lo and behold, it's been EIGHT! No excuses, though. Here's the next chapter. Also I'm surprisingly super-busy. Also writer's block is a BI. ATCH.

Chapter 3: Shake Yo Fishes

Seychelles swims a lot. She swims for pictures in her brochures, she swims for videos on the travel channel, she swims to catch fish on the fishing channel, she swims to catch fish to eat for dinner, she'd swim for fun, she'd swim to relax.

She'd float to sleep some nights, and that's what she had been doing, so she was entirely unsurprised to wake up in the water. What she was not expecting was to be in a different shape far below the water's surface, breathing through sea blue skin.

She found that she couldn't panic. She was calm. Seychelles sighed and started swimming. She noticed the water was different than usual and knew she had been moved. She wondered who had taken her... and started searching.

America yawned, jumped up (noting that he must have been kicking in his sleep again - his giant comforter was gone), and stretched his wings.

Wings?

Well, okay, America could deal with wings. Let's see... black feather wings. So he was a bird and not a bat - there went his dreams of being a literal batman.

Perhaps his surroundings would give him some more clues?

He wasn't in his room anymore. That was a little annoying. Not that he minded being outside so much, but he wanted to get back to beating his new game on his new 3DS. But alas, he was probably quite far from his room, seeing as he was in the middle of a very dense forest.

At least he could have an adventure in the meantime. Hell, maybe it'd be better than a pokemon game!

With that thought, he tried to figure out how to fly. In theory, it was easy, but actually doing it was a lot harder than he thought. The numerous tries, and subsequent fails, elicited many loud, American grunts of frustration, and soon enough he had attracted a murder of crows with all his noise.

Mur...krows...

"HOLY SHIT, IGGY DID IT!" he shouted. The murkrows jumped and fell into order around him. America cocked his head. Why would they do that?

One cawed, nervously to him, and somehow he understood the caw. "What do you need us for, honchkrow, sir?"

Sir? He snorted. Plus he was a honchkrow - interesting. It was certainly no pikachu, but hey, he could fly! Or at least, he had the wings for it.

"Yeah, teach me how to fly," he said.

They all stared at him blankly. He flapped his wings. "Fly? You know, in the air?"

One ruffled its feathers. "Yes, of course we know. It's just that... How have you survived for so long without being able to fly?" she asked.

"I - I hit my head recently and got amnesia."

They seemed to accept this.

"Okay, well, you sort of fall forward-"

"-and flap your wings really hard-"

"-it's much easier to do from high up-"

"-are you gonna give us food after this?"

"Yeah, sure, if I can find some." His main focus, however, was flying. He felt like, if he could fly, he would be able to figure out what the hell was going on. So he put on his Determinator face and listened to every technique the bird pokemon threw at him.

When he finally got in the air, he was so surprised that he crashed right back into the ground. He was too excited to care, however. "Fuck yeah!" he shouted.

The murkrows began shrieking advice at him.

"Watch out for awkwardly jutting branches-"

"-and awkwardly blowing winds-"

"-and other pokemon who fly awkwardly-"

"-and awkwardly placed ice clouds-"

"-and Fire Mountain-"

"It's a volcano, you idiot!"

"That's not as fun to say!"

"Vol-ca-no!"

"Fire Mountain!"

"Thanks, guys," he shouted over them, and left them to their argument, flying straight up as best as he could. Fire Mountain? It sounded to him like some magical place... where he could find England. It was like a quest! Except England was obviously the cause of this, therefore he was the Big Bad, by America's logic.

"So, who are we looking for first?" Cuba asked. "And how do we find them? I can't make heads or tails of this place!"

"He's an absol. I believe you would call him Russia. He's with his sisters, Ukraine and Belarus. They're not far."

"Okay. I... sort of know him..."

Cuba stopped, ear cocked toward the sky. He had been following Celebi, who floated along at a lazy pace, but he heard something.

"Something's flying up there."

Without stopping or even looking up, Celebi answered. "We don't need the Baltics yet. It's better we find the others first, eh?"

"You sure? I mean, they're right there."

He waited for Cuba to catch up. "I'm not going to get them. Are you?"

Cuba looked down at himself, and highly doubted he had the ability to get the Baltics' attention. "I guess not."

A.N. With story lines like these, who needs other stories? PACK 'EM ALL IN! YEEAH!

Also, yay, subconsciously blaming America for everything! I love my country! Hahahaha (okay, I do, I think it could be better in many ways that I don't even know how to soapbox on, but I don't like much his characterization~ Some of us don't like Mickey D's, mmmkay?)

FIRE MOUNTAIN! FIRE MOUNTAIN!