America huffed as he jumped over a fallen tree trunk, glancing over his shoulder for a moment before quickly back to the front. He slowly came to a stop, doubling over to set his hands on his knees to just have a moment to catch his breath. He reached over and unlocked his canteen from his belt, taking a good gulp out of it before putting it back.

Today was the final day, he just had to make it through without being caught and he was free for another month.

He wiped his mouth from the excess water before lifting the edge of his tank top to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He took a few more breaths before looking up, seeing a cloudless sky past the treetops. It really was a beautiful day to be outside, a great day to claim victory! With this thought in mind, he stretched his arms upwards, just relaxing for a moment in figuring he was far ahead at this point.

He froze however, hearing a crack of a stick nearby, glancing over to the source of the noise and tensing as he saw a blur of black go behind a tree. Shit, he was close. Without hesitation, he took off in the opposite direction he saw the blur, dodging the tropical trees left and right. He pushed his glasses up briefly turning on his heel to change directions, hearing some shuddering of trees some ways back behind him.

The blonde's eyes widened as he saw the end of the jungled forest coming up, seeing a layout of sand and the sparkling ocean not too far away. A dead end?! Deciding to go for it, he sprinted forward faster and jumped from the terrain shift of hardened ground to soft sand.

"Uwaaaaaaaah!"

America jumped as he heard a familiar scream, turning over to see Italy and Germany near the shore line. The German, having previously in a lawn chair reading a book but now was standing up, with the Italian seemed to be ankle deep in water. He cracked a smile and raised a hand up to wave at them, but soon ran towards the both of them.

"Hey guys, vacation?"

"Well, yes. We thought this was a private beach," Germany replied in an almost irritated tone, but blinked as America just went past him to look around. "And just what are you doing here?"

"Oh you know, this and that. Running for my life. Hey Italy, how's it going?"

"Oh, going great, America!~"

"Wait wait, running for your life?" Germany turned towards America once again; who he noticed was looking at his lawn chair again before just pacing back and forth, as if looking for a specific landmark around the area. He raised an eyebrow at the strange behavior, stepping closer to him to try to hope he could make him stand still for just a moment. "What do you mean running for your—"

"You haven't seen your buddy Japan today, right?" America didn't hesitate to interrupt the German, taking the small chance to take another drink from his canteen swiftly.

"What does Japan have to do with any-"

"We tried to invite Japan to come with us, ve, but he said he was busy for the week!" Italy chirped up, coming out of the water and briefly shaking off his feet, only to get them dirty by walking onto the warm sand. "It's a shame; this is perfect weather for sunbathing!"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh cool." America muttered half-heartedly to the side, turning around in a full circle before looking to Germany. "Is there any towns on this island at all? Well like, nearby."

"Well, Chinatown is about a few miles from here."

"Shit, I was afraid of that." He cursed under his breath one more time before looking down. "What the fuck am I going to do now?"

"Yatta. Target acquired."

America jumped as a familiar voice seemed to carry over to them in the warm summer breeze, making both Italy and Germany turn back to where the sand met the trees. Germany flinched even more as America suddenly squeaked an almost feminine yelp as something black jumped out of the tree, doing a front flip once or twice before landing on their feet on the sand a good fifteen feet from them.

"Ve, Japan? Is that you?"

Japan perked, blinking a few times at seeing his friends on the beach with his prey. He glanced down to his ninja attire he had worn for the chase, pulling up his face mask a bit more up in almost embarrassment. He faltered back, pushing the hilt of his sword on his back down a bit and moving his scarf up a little as well.

"Ah, er… Hello Italy. Hello Germany."

"Uwaah! I love your outfit! I haven't seen you wear that since we went on secret missions together!"

"Just what the hell is going on!?"

America ducked behind the German's broad shoulders, trying to use this moment of embarrassment to his advantage and just try to conceal himself. Of course it didn't exactly work as he heard Japan clear his throat and heard a familiar 'shing' of his sword being pulled out.

"If you do not mind, I need America. Germany, please stand aside."

"I'm not doing anything until someone tells me what's going on," Germany grumbled, standing his ground at this point. He felt a small movement near his hip but at the moment decided not to look, staring down the Asian nation across from him. The man sighed, lowering his small sword for a moment, brows bent together in almost a matter of pressing desperation.

"I will explain later, time is of the essence I need him right now."

"Like hell you do!"

Germany didn't even have the proper time to react as he was shoved out of the way, seeing as he was pushed to the side that America had snuck out Germany's pistol he was hiding. At regaining his balance, he decided to step back to where Italy was, instantly feeling him cling behind him in fear. America stared hard at the other, Japan lifting up his sword in a defensive position as the gun pointed right at him.

"I'm not fucking going anywhere, man."

"You realize if you shoot, the rules will be altered."

"If that means an easier win for me," America grinned, cocking the gun back and putting Japans heads in his sights, "so be it."

Bang!

America's jaw dropped as he lowered the pistol, not even having to look to see Germany and Italy's mouth suddenly hang ajar. With a simple change in his wrists at the last seconds, Japan flicked the sword over and deflected the bullet right before it hit right between his eyes. The man stayed still for a moment, almost letting the shock of practically surviving go down before setting his sword, that was only slightly dented now, into an attack position.

"Restriction 181 lifted. Firearms now can be put into play."

"Well… shit."

Without missing a beat, Japan charged forward to the American, the other starting to fire round of another at him, not being able to hit his mark properly with a moving target. He slowed his rate of fire, knowing he had limited ammo. He gasped as suddenly Japan jumped into the air, while looking up to him he stumbled backwards, missing his footing and tripping over his own heels to land flat on his back on the sand. His eyes widened as the other leaped above him, sword pointed downwards in intent to finish him off.

He had only one shot left; he had to make it count!

Quickly raising his pistol and turning it to get the man in his sights once more, he fired his last shot. The bullet whizzed up and in no time at all hit the desired target. Right through his left eye. America grunted as the now limp body fell against him, the sword narrowly missing him as now the Asian man's body was useless.

He winced as he heard Italy shrieking, quickly pushing the dead weight off of him, scrunching up his nose at seeing the man's now red socket bleeding out profusely. Well, that gave him a good five or ten minute advantage at least.

"J-Japan! O-Oh my god!"

"What the hell was that for?!"

"You saw him; he was going to kill me!" America quickly retorted before dropping the now empty gun. "He'll be awake really soon, he's used to those kinda shots by now and it's only just the eye. Don't tell him where I went!" He began to grin, not even minding that the other two fellow nations stared at him like he was crazy.

He ran forward again, jogging out at first to try to head back into the forest. If he could get them to lose their tracks for some more hours he was home free! Then he could be free from—

Shink.

America's running soon slowed to a stop as he felt a sharp prick in his neck. Instinctually he reached up to see what it was, pulling out a small dart that had been previously stuck in there. His vision began to blur instantaneously, making him drop the item and try to step forward to advance anyway, but knew he had no control over his body any longer.

"Foor.. fucckksss… saaakkeee….."

With that, he was out like a light. His body crumpled to the ground right then, being just as limp as the Asian he offed not even five minutes ago.

At this, Italy and Germany looked at each other at just confusion of what suddenly transpired right in front of them. Italy stepped out from behind Germany, looking down to Japan with a small frown.

"He's… used to this?" he mumbled in a concerned tone, looking over to the blond who just shrugged, not knowing how to really reply to him. He looked upwards to the fallen America not too far away, tilting his head in a bit of curiosity. "What happened to America then? Did someone get him?"

"Ai-yaaaah!~ That was a close one! Woohoo!"

The both of them jumped at the sudden loud voice, both of them turning to the nearby cliffside, only down seeing a familiar nation standing up, bringing up a sniper rifle that was perched atop of the cliff only moments before. Their mouths hung in the newer turn of events, Italy flinching as the other jumped down the cliffside to join them on the same level.

"Would've lost him if he went back into the jungle again! Got him just in time! Aru, what a rush!"

"China… what are you guys doing here?" Germany finally asked, staying in his place as the shorter older nation walked right past him and over to Japan's side.

"Xiao didi, you okay?" China tilted his head down at him, kneeling down and gently shaking his shoulder as if just trying to wake the other up from sleeping. "Come on, now. We won! Need you to be awake to have a celebration, or else you're gonna miss out."

"…Hnngh…. I'm here…"

"Oh good!" China beamed as he pat Japan's back for a moment before standing up, "dinner's on me tonight! Good job as always, xiao didi!"

"Mm… five more minutes…." Japan's working eye glanced up at China for a moment, grunting quietly as he brought one of his own hands over to pull down his face mask and gently press one of the ends of his scarf against his now barely bleeding eye.

"When we get out of here, you can rest all you like." China noted, giving one nod in assurance before he tensed at hearing a loud clearing of a throat. He turned to Germany and Italy, blinking as he practically forgot they were there. "Oh, hi. Mind giving me a hand getting these two into town?"

"Only if you tell us what's going on," Germany said gruffly, pretty obvious he had lost his patience on all of the madness that was going down.

"I'll tell you it in a nutshell once you get me into town, America's only going to be unconscious for so long." China compromised, motioning to the body not too far away from them with almost a sense of urgency.

Germany rolled his eyes but motioned to Italy to take Japan, the other nodding and going over to gently help Japan to his feet and hold onto him under his arms so he could stay standing. The German went over to the America and with very little difficulty, threw him over his shoulders. The two waited until China lead the way into the jungle to show them the way into town, the leader once in a while texting on his cell phone.

The entire group was silent the entire way, not exactly what even to say about the very strange predicament they were suddenly in. Within about fifteen minutes, the gates of Chinatown towered above the group, the whirring of helicopter blades being heard past the main entrance.

"Ah good, they got my text," China muttered to himself before motioning the group to the helicopter, "we need to get them in there, I'll take it from there."

Without much to say, the German and the Italian complied and helped the two handicapped nations into the main cabin of the helicopter. Right after, Germany looked over to China, frowning as he watched him get inside of the aircraft as well,

"All right, we did what you said! Now explain! What's going on!?"

China gave the two of them an excited grin, looking back to the sleeping America for a moment before back to the other two.

"What's going on is that I'm about to make some big money! Bàibài!"

With that, China shut the door in both of the nation's faces, not too soon after the helicopter taking off up into the air and heading in presumably the direction to head towards China's house.

Now just on their own, Italy and Germany were left to stare off where the other nations flew off to and both of them couldn't help but wonder…

Just what the hell did America do and how long had this been going on?