((Germany's POV))

"Italy? Japan?" I ask, proposing myself up, off of the ground to find my fellow allies. A small ruffle of leaves moving catches my attention before a loud echo sounds throughout the forest.

"Dude, Germany, is that you?" America's voice echoes from a distance. Nien. He is not a priority. I shake my head, beginning to sprint into the never ending hallways of trees. Just as I slow down to a jog, another voice breaks through the ghostly atmosphere.

"Germany! Germany!" Italy's voice yells, I close my eyes, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, and walk towards the origin.

"Italy, please be patient. Germany will find us eventually." Japan's more calm voice says, soothing the Italian into a false sense of security. Thank gott they're okay. Walking towards the origins slowly, I decide to make myself known, cupping my mouth to project my voice.

"Italy, Japan, it's me, Germany!" I yell, lowering my hands and looking around for any signs of movement. Looking around for a second time, I notice some bushes to my left shake, suddenly, Italy jumps out of them and immidiatley tackled me in a hug.

"Germany!" He screeches, crushing my lungs in his death grip. I struggle for air, trying to push the hyper Italian nation off of me.

"Italy...can't...breathe...!" I say as strictly as possible while trying to not waste too much oxygen. Italy quickly releases me, making me gasp for air, and stumble over to a tree, leaning on it, I send the Italian a harsh glare.

"Germany, thank goodness we-" Japan starts before he was cut short by the rustling of leaves on the forest floor. All of us freeze, looking at the origin of the sound, slowly the sound gets closer to where we were standing. Japan glances at me as I grab hold of Italy and creep into the nearest bush, being as silent as possible. Japan follows me in, sitting in a squatting position so he could see who was approaching while still hiding himself.

"Germany, dude, I know you came this way man! It's me, America! The awesome US of A! Hello?!" I scowl as the American's loud accent hits my ears. Sitting on my heels and peering through a small opening in the bush I see the brown leather bombers jacket the idiot always wore. Great...as if Italy wasn't enough to deal with.

"Ciao America, what are you doing here?" Italy inquires as he hops out of the bushes, skipping toward then American with a smile plastered on his face. America jumps back and looks over at Italy, once he realized who it was, he relaxed slightly.

"Don't know. Where's Germany?" The loud nation questions, looking at the trees above him.

"America?" Japan questions himself, poking his head above the bushes to get a better view of the man. America quickly felt his presence and snapped his head over in our direction.

"Dude, Japan! Where's Germany?" America asks her again, waving at Japan and walking over to him. I sigh before standing, coming face to face with the American, making him jump back.

"Jesus!" America yells, putting a hand over his heart before taking a few deep breaths, calming himself down. "There you are. Anyways, where are we?" He inquires, looking at me as if I had the answer.

"Before we ask questions, America," Japan starts, shooting a glare at his friend. "We should try to remember what happened." He concludes, making everyone go silent as we dig in our brains for any memory of how we got here.

"I do remember a portal of some sort." I say after a few silent moments, moving a hand to my chin to think about the memory. If it was magic then that means-

"A portal, eh? How peculiar."