M:   Mandoria chirped as he gave directions, Poldara chirped a little back and then Mandoria took off in a general direction.

"He's going to lead the way," Poldara said as he started to follow the eagle.

Everyone else joined in following Mandoria, who would fly a few feet then land on a tree or tent so everyone could keep up. The eagle drew a lot of attention as tourists and citizens alike would stop to snap photos, which would make Mandoria fly away to someplace less crowded so the countries and militants could pass through.

Eventually, the group made it to the laser tag area. It was very big, almost as big as MA's training ground, and it was built to be a maze. The hallways were just barely big enough to accommodate wings but they could easily get snagged if not careful.

"So if I remember correctly there are three game modes," MA said when they stood near the entrance, "there is Capture the Flag, Tag Teams, or Free For All, what do you guys think?"

L:   "Tag teams," Germany and Wehrmacht both said.

"Great, I call Polds," Iremacht said, slapping Poldara's shoulder like best friends do. "This nimble assassin is going to carry the game."

"Do we have an odd number?" Germany counted, "Me, Uncle, Machty, Poldara, Russia, MA, and Mandara. That's seven."

"If Germany and I are teaming, I request a third person," Wehrmacht said. "My nephew can't aim."

"Ja I can!" Germany protested.

Iremacht and Wehrmacht both shook their heads simultaneously and Germany gave them a death look.

M:   Everyone started laughing, they all knew that Germany didn't care for weapons so they assumed that he wasn't that good with them, but the fact that Germany thought he was good was very funny.

"I'll team with them," Russia offered, "that way it will be even in terms of skill."

"I highly doubt that," Poland said, "you have three trained mercenaries, a sniper rifle god, a grizzly bear with a hat, a 12-year-old kid, and a guy who has probably never shot a gun before, there is no even skill no matter how you guys team up."

"Yup, my money is on MA and Mandara," Kaz said, Belarus nodding in agreement.

L:   "We're gonna prove you wrong," Iremacht said. "You won't even see us coming and BAM."

"Have you ever played laser tag before?" Wehrmacht asked skeptically.

"Well ... no, but I know what it is! Poldara can help me out with the rules and stuff, I just need to shoot shit." Iremacht raised his brows at Wehrmacht, Mandara, and MA. "Have any of you 'trained mercenaries' played laser tag before?"

Wehrmacht scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Nein." Germany also shook his head, and they both looked at Russia hopefully.

M:   Mandara, MA, and Russia smiled, "a little bit, but only because Poldara likes it," MA said.

"Yup, and it is pretty simple," Poldara explained, "you wear these big vests that have light-up targets, which are color-coded if there are teams. The guns look like police speed guns and a red laser shoots out of it when you push the trigger. The aim is to shoot the target on the vest to score points, when you hit a target, the lights go out and the person's gun stops working for about 15 seconds."

Poldara ran out of breath and had to stop to take in more before continuing, "The rules are you can't aim the laser at people's eyes and when they have been shot you can't shoot them again until the lights on their vest turn back on. The team that gets shot the most loses and vice versa is the winner. Any questions?"

Kaz raised his hand, "I have one, where the hell do you keep all that air, you've been talking non-stop for a minute."

Poldara just giggled in response.

L:   Iremacht clapped his hands together. "Sounds like a wrap. Let's get right to it."

"Do you still want to play this?" Wehrmacht nudged Germany playfully. "Last chance to back out."

"Psh, it's just laser guns, I'm not actually going into a warzone," Germany said. "Besides, if there are lights on the vest, it must mean we'll be playing someplace that makes the light a visible target. Probably someplace dark. Just make sure your wings don't get in my way."

"My wings will be the least of your worries." Wehrmacht beckoned Russia over and kept his voice low so the three of them could work out a basic strategy as the group headed towards the laser tag location.

M:   "Papa, can you hold Mandoria please," Poldara asked when they were at the laser tag entrance waiting for their turn.

Poland nodded and held his arm out for the bird, although he had never actually held Mandoria before, he watched Mandara and Poldara do it enough times to know how to do it.

With Mandoria in safe hands, Poldara joined everyone else when it was their turn to play. The person working the laser tag let in those with VIP wristbands and those who didn't had to pay first. Once everyone was accounted for, he directed them to a wall with vests hanging on it and told everyone to grab one.

"They all are different sizes so make sure the one you pick isn't too big," he said, then addressed the winged folk, "the armholes are big enough for you to slip your wings through just don't get stuck, our insurance doesn't pay for broken wings."

Poldara chuckled at the joke and grabbed a vest, Mandara helped him fit his wings through, and once it was secured it turned green.

"Iremacht, we are the green team, isn't that cool," he said.

L:   Iremacht slipped on his own vest. "Green's our lucky color. It can't get any perfect than that. You guys are going down."

"Sure," Wehrmacht rolled his eyes. His team's vest turned red. "But I'm honestly more worried about Mandara and MA." He pointed a finger gun at the brothers. "You two are mine."

"Leave some for us," Germany huffed, wiggling into his vest. "Ja I can't aim as well but I'm sure Russia has skills."

The laser tag worker handed them their corresponding guns. Iremacht spammed the trigger a couple times to get a feel for the weapon.

"Eh," he shrugged. "Not a sniper but it'll do."

M:   When Mandara and MA put their vests on the targets turned yellow, causing them to high-five each other as yellow was their favorite color, it reminded them of their father's wings.

"Yeah, I would also have preferred a sniper," Mandara agreed with Iremacht, "I never did like handguns."

"At least it gives everyone a chance," Belarus called over to the group, "now the only problem you guys have is your wing sensors."

"Oh crap, she's right," MA said, "four of us can sense where each other are,"

"Well is there a way you guys can ignore the sensors," Russia asked, "because it wouldn't be fair for the three wingless here."

Mandara and MA shrugged, in their three centuries of life, they never encountered anything that could cancel out their sensors.

L:   "I didn't even think about the wing sensors," Wehrmacht remarked. "Belarus isn't letting any of us off the hook, eh?"

"It looks about fair," Germany said. "Each team has a winged teammate. I believe it's also good practice for Poldara so he can give cues to Iremacht whenever he senses an enemy nearby."

"Hm, you're right, this could be a training exercise," Wehrmacht said. "Not bad, nephew."

"Someone needs to be the brains on this battlefield."

M:  "That is a great idea," MA said, "what do you think bud."

"It sounds cool," Poldara agreed, flapping his wings, "we are going to own you adults."

Everyone laughed at Poldara's jab at them, even when he was trying to be intimidating he was still adorable.

"Wrap it up you lot," the human said impatiently, "you're hogging the game right now."

Mandara gave him an apologetic smile and herded everyone to the three entrance points of the maze.

"Alright, you all have five minutes to get the highest score, the places for each team will be announced once everyone comes back. When the game ends, your vest lights will turn white and a map will appear on the screen of the guns to lead you out, understand?"

Everyone agreed, so the man walked over to a lever near the entrance, "on your marks. Get set. Go."

He pulled the lever and a large stopwatch above the entrance lit up and started counting down.